#diciple

[wayti-blog]

Not even the greatest Master can go one step for his disciple; in himself he must experience each stage of developing consciousness. Therefore he will know nothing for which he is not ripe.

ancient egyptian proverb

[rocksinmuffin]

Can you write a scenario in which (somehow) signless group just caught a bad case of human flu? And then the Hornless is all smug and proud of being the only one who knows what they need to do for once, but then they realize that taking care of four sick, adult aliens is a pretty tough job? Extra points for lots of troll confusion and hurt/comfort ;3

Takes place after this post: https://rocksinmuffin.tumblr.com/post/189913970003/the-hornless-is-sick-and-delirious-and-since-no

All things considering, they’re doing pretty well. You’re no expert on troll physiology but, as far as you can tell, none of them have any fevers. Just a lot of runny noses and fatigue mixed with aches and chills. A couple nights of rest and your entourage should be as good as new.

It’s a good thing you know enough about their symptoms to know they aren’t in any danger because if you were going to judge their outlook on their behavior you’d think they were dying.

“S-so cold,” the Psiioniic whines, reaching out to you weakly as if to pull you over and steal your body warmth, only for him to give up seconds later and bury the exposed arm back under the blanket once he deems the action to be too much effort.

The Signless and the Disciple aren’t faring much better. They’re huddled together for warmth, groaning miserably like they’re being tortured. The Dolorosa, at least, manages keep herself sitting upright, though even she looks pathetic as she sniffles every ten seconds.

“Can I get you guys anything else?” you ask as you serve them each a warm bowl of cluck-beast soup.

“Some water would be nice,” the Dolorosa requests, voice hoarse.

“Head pats,” the Disciple yowls, readjusting her position and slapping the Signless across the face.

The Psiioniic pulls his head out from under his blanket to stare you down. “The sweet release of death.”

[trollancestormisadventures]

AU where Everyone else is a human except for the Signless who has somehow found hinself escaping Alternia and plopped right into the backyard of the Diciple, Meulin Leijion:

Meulin met the stranger cowering underneath the rags as though they were his life support. Staring up at her with yellow eyes, she would have worried about his health if not for the fact that she was also distracted by the grey skin and red eyes peering up at her with a fright. Even more aparant that he was not human were the beight orange horns she could spot under said rags. But her eyes couldnt helo but return once again to his wide eyes. Unable to understand what was before him. Weighing if she was a threat or not.

She finally knelt to eye level with the strange creature and smoke as gently as she could. "Whats your name? My names Meulin."

He stared at her for a good while before finally speaking up, with a strong and almost steady voice. "My names Kankri."

"Kankri. You sure look weird-" her eyes then caught sight of something else red. Bleeding into the rag that covered most of his body. Her eyes turned wide and without thinking she threw her hands out to him. "YOUR BLEEDING!!" She screamed out. "Quick! Whats your type!?"

He stammered for a bit. Almost flustered, like she just asked a personal question he wasnt expecting to answer. But her shrill voice moved him to speak it anyways. "Kind. Understanding. Someone with high values of life and equality."

"What? No! Whats your blood type!?"

"Um... Er... Red?"

She had to hold her face with her hands. What was this aliens deal?

And yes this is EXACTLY born from that joke.

[ezerkenegdc]

𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐍𝐀𝐇   +   𝐉𝐎𝐇𝐍   +   𝐀𝐁𝐁𝐘

↪   @sanctemony     +     @diciple

[halfswap]

GHB: oh i know your not stupid but you did fall for a psycho with another side i told you that from the beginning but thats not an excuse 

GHB: i knew exactly what i was doing who i was doing and how hard i was doing them at all times again unlike your daughter .... you better keep a closer eye on here deary 

GHB: besides at least i know i can satisfy unlike well you know you. 

[ezerkenegdc]

the day that her niece got married was a quiet day .  it should have been filled with laughter and loud singing (  and maybe a few good natured fights after a round of drinks  ) ,  but instead the family piled into the pews as if they were attending a funeral and did their part .   vows were exchanged ,  hymns were sung ,  and speeches were given .  joseph decided to speak on both of their behalfs since hannah had spent the last month warning joseph that abby would not be pleased with the man that has been approved for her ,  but joseph assured her twice over that this was for the best ,  that abby would want for nothing ,  and she would be safe .  hannah had even tried to complain at the rehearsal that the wedding could not go forth because of the wrong linen colors or the fact that it was not going to rain ,  yet it was clear nothing came of those concerns ,  and it did ,  in fact ,  rain. 

now there was a thick stack of papers on the table before her next to a half empty lavender french seventy - five .  the family would frown once word got out ,  but hannah would hear none of their complaints .  they did not want to listen to hers ,  now she would return the favor in kind and let theirs fall on the same deaf ears .  “ yes ,  my darling girl .  i will deliver this to him as soon as joseph comes home with the car .  does he know that you filed ? ”     /     @diciple

[ezerkenegdc]

--- weave ,  proud arachne for soon the sun will rise and this place will be no more .  beneath a twice mended blanket the forbidden pair quietly spoke about their day as the younger struggled to braid the older’s hair .  the task would always start simple with hannah parting her hair into three separate strands and placing them within her niece’s hands .  guidance would be given ,  but then the frustrations would come :  hair slipping out of place ,  knots forming ,  one strand becoming longer than the others .  this would lead to stronger tugging and hannah would have to place her hand upon abby’s knee to quietly tell her that it hurt .  on this would go until abby either found satisfaction or tied it off in a knot at the back of her aunt’s head feigning tiredness .  then ,  the pair would switch places and hannah would weave the dark mess before her into something manageable for the day ahead that she would not have permission to be a part of.  

“ i found a kitten today in the barn . ”  hannah informed with a small small as she worked .  “ a girl , i think .  i couldn’t find any other litter mates or a mother so , i might ask the father if i can keep her with us .  do you think you could help me come up with a name if he says yes ?  ”

     /     @diciple

[diakiraiart]

I wanted to do a full design from the tiktok trend thing of Dias diciple villian version. 

I’m not super happy with the design - msotly just kidna uninteresting around the hips and couldn’t really work otu what to do so I might return to the design at some point, but overal it looks good.

Broke my own heart drawing Hiakru - her ghost - all broken like that; I didn’t think a diciple of the witness could have an active ghost, so might have been a kinda ‘prove your devotion’ move or something.