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[star-gods]

Frozen Heart

So, this was supposed to be a little thing because I was inspired by the Albedo event and the asks @nya-vivi and I sent plus her amazing story

And then I kept writing lmao so yeah this isn’t edited so beware and also I’m sorry if the two canon characters I included are ooc, it’s hard for me to write canon characters also if there is an error in the lore (that I didn’t make up lmao) I was going based off memory

(Just as an FYI the first two sections happen in the past, that’s why the ages are different)

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“Watch your step.”

“Pfft, stop treating me like a kid! I’m not going to trip- OOF!”

Eve let out a sigh before reaching a hand out and helping the younger teen up from where he face-planted into the snow. The ginger quickly brushed the snow off his front, a deep blush burning across his face in embarrassment. The two teens continued forward, carefully watching their footing against the snow and uneven terrain.

“I don’t even know why you decided to go through this place to get to Mondstadt from Liyue. We could’ve easily went around it.”

“I figured you’d want to see some familiar scenery; something similar to back home.”

“At least Snezhnaya has people,” the fourteen-year-old grumbled under his breath. Eve lightly hopped down from a small ledge and stopped as the ground began to flatten. He was right, besides the very few treasure hoarders they had seen, the two hadn’t come across any other humans.

“I noticed that too. There’s ruins which obviously means there were people here at one point but now… there’s no one. It’s eerie.”

The kid snickered. “Are you really scared of some old ruins?” The seventeen-year-old scoffed and pushed him in front of her, pushing him to continue.

“Like you were with that Lawachurl?”

“I wasn’t scared! It just caught me off guard!”

“Whatever you say, kid.”

“I’m not a kid! I told you to stop calling me that!”

“Well, don’t have a name like Childe then.”

Childe huffed, “I told you it was codename!” Eve rolled her eyes. “Besides, I defeated it didn’t I?” The ginger continued on. “In fact, I defeat every single enemy we’ve come across. They’ve been weirdly stronger her too, but I still did it! And all those Ruin Guards too! In fact, If it was still alive, I think I could defeat this dragon!” Eve let out a chuckle.

“I doubt that, bud. Look around,” Eve gestured around the the giant remains of the dragon’s ribs, towering over the two Snezhnayan teens high in the air. “If this is the size of just it’s ribs, imagine how big the rest of it was.” As the young man continued to ramble about how he could definitely take down the dragon, the seventeen-year-old followed behind him with a small smile on her face.

The smile didn’t last long however, as Eve suddenly stopped in her tracks. A chill ran down her spine, but it wasn’t from the cold. This was different. Slowly she turned her head. There, to her left, was a cave and at the very end was something that made her breath catch. All of the natural sound of mountain disappeared as she continued to stare, fear quickly growing in her chest as she couldn’t pull her eyes away.

“Hey, you stopped. What happened?” Childe’s voice snapped her out whatever trance she was in, bringing her back to reality. She tore her eyes away from the cave. “It’s nothing.” Childe tried to peek around her.

“What we’re you looking at?”

“Nothing,” Eve started pushing the kid forward, away from the cave before he could see. “Let’s go, quickly. We’re almost at the edge and I don’t want to camp in the cold for another night. She continued pushing the kid forward, ignoring his confused protests and the lingering of feeling of what she saw.

- - - -

“I want to send troops to investigate Dragonspine.”

“……What.”

The harbinger stared at the assassin a deadpan expression. Eve resisted the urge to roll her eyes.

“I said, I wanted to send troops to investigate Dragonspine.”

“No, I heard what you said. I just want to know why you’ve come with such a stupid idea.” Eve let out a frustrated groan.

“It’s not stupid-“

“It is stupid. And besides, why did you come to me with this?”

“Because you harbingers are closer to the Tsaritsa than I am, so it’s easier to get an answer if it’s from one you.”

“And the reason you chose me is?”

“Signora is out on an assignment and I refuse to talk to Dottore.” Scaramouche rolled his eyes, pushing past her. Eve quickly followed behind him.

“Listen-“

“I’m not.”

“-There’s something wrong with that mountain. There were Ruin Guards all over the place,-“

“Ooo, big scary monsters.”

“-the creatures have to be some sort of mutations. Even Childe said that they were more difficult to defeat.”

“The kid is willing to fight everyone and everything. Hell, the psychopath would probably try and fight a rock.”

“Not to mention all the ruins despite the entire mountain being in habitable. I’m sure that has to do with the pillar-“ The Balladeer let out a huff before quickly turning around, causing Eve to almost run into him.

“So there was a city and now they’re all dead, whoopty do, that’s not the first time that’s happened. This entire thing is stupid and besides, this has nothing do with what your job is. Now, go bother someone else with your ramblings; you’re wasting my time.” Scaramouche quickly turned back around and continued to walk away.

“There’s a heart. A beating heart.”

The harbinger stopped in his tracks. He slowly looked back over his shoulder at the ginger.

“There was a beating heart inside the mountain,” Eve continued, determination in her eyes. “There’s something wrong with that place, very wrong. I want to know what it is.” The two stood in silence, tension hanging heavy in the air.

After a minute, the Inazuman turned back around. “I’ll tell the Tsaritsa. Now leave me alone.” The harbinger then left, leaving Eve in the hallway by herself.

- - - -

Eve brought her scarf closer her face as she walked up the the Fatui camp. She walked this path many times at this point she had it memorized.

“Captain Evelina!” The skirmishers quickly stood to attention once they caught sight of the young woman. Eve lifted a hand in greeting. She may hate the the organization she works for, but she can’t deny that the fact that she can make even the biggest of the skirmishers anxious is something she enjoys.

“I won’t stay for long. I was stopping by to see if there was any progress involving the heart.”

“Unfortunately no, Captain Evelina. Not since the last report.” Eve sighed. It had been six years since she started the investigations and progress had been severely slower than she had originally hoped. Some information has been uncovered, but not enough to prove anything. If anything, more information was uncovered by the traveler than her own men.

What was interesting though, was that in recent events that supposedly occurred, she was sure that Albedo was involved some how. She always had the suspicion from the minute she set eyes on his workshop, but she never had the evidence. She still didn’t have enough concrete evidence as the only information she had was what she had heard, so his involvement is still considered suspicion. The entire operation made her tired, but she’d continue on until she uncovered the truth.

“That is all. As you were.” Eve left the camp, not bothering to look back, and continued down the path. She always spared a glance at the cave in case something has changed, and while over the years she has become used to it, there was always a slight chill in her bones when she looked at it.

Eve, however, had to stop and do a double take this time. There was someone inside the cave down by the heart. The woman seemed familiar to Eve somehow, the red glow of the heart causing her white hair to almost appear pink. Eve furrowed her eyebrows.

“Hey!” She shouted down from the entrance to the cave and when the woman turned around, Eve understood where she recognized her. She couldn’t put a name to the face, maybe it started with an L, but she was the one who was around and good friends with Albedo.

“I don’t know how you got past the fatui agents, but you need to be careful! We don’t know much about that or what it can do, so it’s best you don’t get too close to it.” Before the woman could respond, Eve pulled her scarf around her tighter and left. She already spent enough time in Dragonspine for now, she didn’t want to spend anymore time there than she needed to. And especially not around that heart.

Besides, she still had to get to the Angel’s Share before closing so she could surprise someone.

[pyvorak]

A short explanation of my layer by layer drawing of Central/Eastern Ukrainian folk attire, for anyone who might be interested.

[swordfright]

you guys are so annoying. why do i have to see discourse every year that's like "was tolkien really a woke king or was he your conservative uncle?" the guy was a devout catholic and a genteel misogynist who maintained lifelong friendships with queer people and women, and this isn't even paradoxical because that was part of the upper-class oxford culture he was immersed in. tolkien told the nazis to fuck off (and in doing so demonstrated a real understanding of what racism is and why it's harmful, beyond simply "these guys are bad news because they're who my country is at war with right now") but his inner life was marked by internalized racism that is deeply and inextricably woven into the art that he made. he foolishly described himself as an anarcho-monarchist, and it's kind of crazy to see people on this website passionately arguing that he likely never meaningfully engaged with anarchist theory, because...yeah, no shit, of course he didn't. tolkien didn't have to engage with most sociopolitical theory because as an upper-class englishman of his position, he was never affected by any of the issues that this theory is concerned with. what is plainly obvious from reading both his fiction and letters is that tolkien's ideal political system was that the divinely ordained god-king would rise up and rule in perfect justice and humility; he didn't want a government, he wanted a king arthur, even though (obviously) he was aware that outcome was impossible. why is it so hard for people to accept that he was just some guy! his letters aren't a code you have to crack. no amount of arguing or tumblr-level analysis is going to one day reveal a rhetorically airtight internally consistent worldview spanning jrrt's fiction, academic work, and personal writings, thereby "solving" the question of whether he was a woke king or your conservative uncle. his ideology was extremely inconsistent because, at the end of the day, he was just some guy.

[hacash]

You’ll all sleep a lot better when you realise that actually most people, rather than being purity in human form or evil incarnate, are in fact just some guy.

[sea-salted-wolverine]

Hey. Heyhey. Do me a favor real quick.

If you don't already know you have issues doing so, squat down real quick. Bend your knees all the way and touch the floor. Just make sure you can do it. Okay? For me? And then stand up all the way and make sure you can balance on one foot.

Like. You don't need to blow it into some huge thing. Just. Make sure all your bits and peices still work the way you think they do.

[sea-salted-wolverine]

Can you turn your head to look behind you without twisting your shoulders? What about standing on your toes? If you sit down on the floor can you get back up without using your hands?

If there was ever a tumblr post worth sending to your mom, it's this one.

Just saying, bodies are a use it or lose it kinda thing.

[sea-salted-wolverine]

okay so every time I see this post crop back up in queues and notifications I end up thinking about it. Because I made the post and even I'm still doing the thing where I read the post about maintaining range of motion in my delicate meatsuit and I nod and hmm and think yeah that's a good idea and then dont move from where I'm curled up shrimp style staring at the nightmare rectangle.

So like. Thinking real hard about moving doesn't count as moving. Major bummer. Anyways. Joints.

[storyweavingspider]

@fucking-relax helps a lot with this tbh

[okaywork-deactivated20141118]

growing up sucks because you realize $1000 isn’t a lot of money

[jessie-elle]

[aubrey-plaza]

spotify wrapped is out and everybody is always posting their top 5 songs….. let’s see some love for number 6 that didn’t make the cut. rb and add your number 6

[greenmossloveisreal1998iloveyou]

you should be addicted to shutting the fuck up

You wanna fuck me so bad it makes you look stupid

[odyssiaca]

you are the hero of ferelden. no matter your origin you watch those you love most be ripped from you. death becomes an endless cycle which seems to follow you wherever you go. the fate of the world rests on your shoulders as you know you can never return home. home is gone now. home is buried with your family, jailed with your closest ally, cradled by the ancestors, forgotten like your beloved, lost to time in the murky glass of the eluvian- dead in your arms, killed at your hand. you are the hero of ferelden and it is your destiny to die. when next the world falls apart, you do not come. this world does not deserve your pity.

you are the champion of kirkwall. you are a refugee, cold and hungry and sold into labour. your mother hates you, though she will never say it. it's your fault the ogre killed your sibling, your fault the taint took the other. but you are happy. you have everything, friends and family and status and riches. you defeat the people plaguing your glorious city, you are the people's hero. you will always know even as she came back, isabela left you to die. you are happy but you are alone. you have everything and then you are rocking back and forth begging please please please do not take my mother as well. you have nothing, but for a single second, you had everything. you are the champion of kirkwall, and your ally has blown up the chantry. where is your home now that everything is your fault?

you are the herald of andraste. and you are so, so scared. these people do not trust you, do not like you, would feed you to the fade if they could. they do not care if you follow another religion, you are their herald. you can never return home because heroes do not have homes. they say home is the people you choose, but you didn't choose these people, did you? every step you take aches. thousands reach out to touch you, for safety. for comfort. you are a black hole close to destruction, and you cannot do this. you are the herald of andraste and you have not been yourself for so long now.

[voidartisan]

yearly rewatch of over the garden wall and I love this show so much. wirt has a crush on a girl who's the school mascot and dresses as a clown for Halloween. the implied love quadrangle(?) going on in his nerdy little friend group. leaving the turtles and adelaide's relationship with the beast unexplained. quincy endicott's gravestone in the cemetery. the faint train sounds at the end of every intro, echoing through the series. wirt's coming of age arc where he learns to accept and step into an adult role through his identification with the pilgrim archetype and taking responsibility for himself and greg's well-being and journey. the way the woodsman lays out what they need to do to get home in the first episode (wirt needs to take charge, look after Greg, and stop blaming him for everything, Greg has to take care of and name his frog) and they finally go home once they do. how when wirt's apathy forces Greg to take charge is when they really find themselves backed into a corner, but when Greg is allowed to maintain his sense of wonder and some of his illusions and just be a kid and wirt appreciates this, things go right. Greg's unwavering trust and confidence in wirt, even when he's being terrible! the way this happens to them on Halloween, during a time of year when the veil between the worlds of the living and the dead grows thin in many cultural traditions. all wirt has to do to get them home is finally decide that's where they're going. it's everything to me

[vonkarmic]

i think taylor swift wishes she was bisexual because she knows it would make her slightly more money. whereas sabrina carpenter wishes she was bisexual so she could have sex with someone who looks exactly like herself. and ariana grande wishes she was bisexual because she did too many designer drugs on the set of wicked and now she has kin memories of being glinda for real

[nova-loves-cats]

Concept: A gender reveal party but AFTER the kid is born.

Like when the kid is 6 or 12 or 18 or 24. When the kid has decided what their gender is or isn’t.

[profmeowmers]

[glyndarling]

This is so fucking beautiful that I have no words.

[mintyliciousbjd]

I will always reblog this.

[sandersgrey]

“Tidy your room’ dmkzmsksmdksm

[primarybufferpanel]

Every time I see this I feel extremely fragile about ‘loving you is the easiest thing in the world’

[localcelestialcreature62]

Babe. Are you okay?. You reblogged the “loving you is the easiest thing in the world” post twice

[nixscriptum]

[odinsblog]

Wow. Talk about attention to detail.

Video here: https://twitter.com/javi_draws/status/965260617790738432?s=21

[spookyold-saintjm]

I will probably reblog this every time I see it on my dash because it’s absolutely stunning

[onyxai]

This is literally insane. How did you have the patience. Tell me your secrets o’ art god.

[i-say-ok]

ok!!! :0

[anarchist-rat-swarm]

Part of me is like “neat. Reblog,” and part of me is like “I understand now why impressionism took off, because there’s a 0% chance the artist wasn’t like ‘fuck this shit’ by the halfway point.”

[dogweapon]

the author's barely disguised longing for a kinder world

[lunaxio]

the author's barely disguised hatred for capitalism

[mads-schubert]

weeks 11-20 on my weekly poster challenge this year, crazy I've actually managed almost half a year of getting these done. 1-10 here.

[lady-viccy]

Mutuals in different timezones:

Turn based friendship

[noco3n-com]

I wanted to deliver healing pastel colors to you.