Would you mind talking a bit about your god of Kher morhen jaskier fic??? It sounds incredibly interesting!!!
Whyyyy thank you! Basically the premise is, y’know, people had tried to protect themselves from monsters after the conjunction and before the creation of the witchers. Sooooo what if one of those ways was human sacrifice?
And what if that didn’t work, but left the land a little bit alive with the spirit of the person who was sacrificed?
And what if on that land, years later, they built a keep to train a variant of these newfangled “witchers” in?
And what if, after hundreds of years of protecting the boys in that keep, and the inability to stop the sacking, one of the wolves found a young man with bright blue eyes and an eerie familiarity with witchers and Kaer Morhen?
Godzilla X psychic! reader, can literally understand all the thought and feelings godzilla has, please and thank you!
You sip your drink with loud obnoxiousness, feeling very important. So far, you were the only human that Godzilla seemed to 'listen' to, or even like. But that was only because you could read him better than most. Or so you said. You didn't let them know you had a psychic link to the big guy, allowing you to understand his thoughts and feelings.
Currently, you were on a beach, Godzilla behind you, resting, the General in front of you making some sort of speech about the 'betterment of humanity'.
"What an asshole," you think, pushing the thought to your friend. Godzilla huffs, agreeing with you, scaring the others.
"Tell them I'll go," Godzilla tells you, nudging you with his snout. His form of the kiss you showed him. "Where's he going?" The general whines. "Congrats general!" You say, giving your drink another drawn out annoying slurp, "he's gonna go fight for you, he figured it was the only way to shut you up."
as I did a little summaryish thing in the last ask about this one, YOU get a snippet of actual writing!
It did not take note of every creature that crossed it, uncaring of traveling beings going from one place to another. It realized too late that the large mass of humans were going up into the mountains.
It couldn't stop them.
It couldn't help.
It wept, in the way the land does, silent and aching.
It welcomed many sparks into its embrace that day. Too many. Far, far too many. Only one remained, when the attacking humans left. One of the early ones, one it had cradled during nightmares for years on end. And they came back, slowly, the horribly small number of its remaining wolves.
God of Kaer Morhen peek cuz its just the most beilliant concept??
I’m not going to explain why on tumblr (gotta save SOME plot twists for the people who... I don’t ramble to excessively on discord, lmao), but I definitely spent 4 hours coming up with 2 conlangs for POSSIBLE (not even definite) use in this fic, and if I use them none of it will be directly translated. >:3
The two conlangs aren’t based in actual construction on any one language, but I did use the phenomes and shit from Polish and Welsh (respectively) while building them, so in theory they would sound somewhat similar to someone who didn’t speak either language.
(in other news, vulgar is an amazing conlang tool if you’re a writer and a linguistic nerd. Definitely check them out.)
Hey i don’t me to bother you or anything but is it alright if request one of the titans/Kiju (sp??) S/O becoming a titan/Kiju themselves whether it was be a experiment or something else can up to you sorry again for wasting your time 😞😖
This is the absolute best use of my time friend. I love this idea, I went hog wild with it, I hope you don’t mind.
TW: Gore, pain, torture.
You don’t know how long you’d been locked up, but it didn’t matter. You were in such pain, it was all you could think about. The scientist had you chained to a wall, no food, no water, not even a bucket to piss in. You’re filthy, lost, and wondering how the hell all this happened, when another roll of pain goes through you.
You have radiation sickness. Not from being with your Titan lover, oh no, but from the doses the scientists had given you. You caught some of their talk, something about ‘being exposed’ and ‘you had the correct DNA sequence’. For what you don’t know. You just know your organs are failing. All your teeth have since fallen out, you hair along with it. Your bones are brittle, your nails, nothing left. Even your skin has begun to slough off.
Then, a new, very much unwelcome sensation rolls through you. All your injection sites begin to itch, aggressively so. You can’t keep yourself from scratching. Sobbing, your skin tears away in chunks, yet, you still scratch. Your sobbing becomes harder when you realize…there’s another layer underneath.
Pain blinds you to the itching, blessed and cursed at the same time. You cry you, barely aware of the warning signals being sent throughout the facility.
Some of the scientists know what’s up, and run for their lives, others freeze, still others come to see you transform. You’re oblivious to it all.
A new set of teeth erupt from your gums, your skin tears and falls to the ground, claws emerge where there were nails, fur, wet with blood and sinew, pushes it’s way up from your skin. You being to grow. It. Is. Agony. But at least it’s quick. Your bones have to break and rearrange themselves in millions of positions to accommodate your new size. You’re aware of the building coming down around you, but only vaguely.
When everything is done, you simply lie in the sun, basking in it’s glow. It hurts your eyes, but the warmth is welcomed compared to the cold dampness you’d been kept in. You’re sore, and tremors of pain still wrack your body, but you know with absolute certainty, you’re free…well, almost.
You have may of crushed the building you were in, but you weren’t out of the facility that held you. You had to try and escape for good. Despite your still changing form, you get up, roaring with the effort. You crash into buildings, crush people under your newly clawed feet, but you don’t care, your brain is telling you to escape as fast as possible.
That’s when the worst thing imaginable happens. You make such a racket, your previous lover comes to see what’s going on. You know the Titans well, they don’t like competition in their territory, and with how you’d been going on and on, you know for certain that they’re going to see you as the enemy, This thought hurts you the worst, the one thing you love most in the world is going to kill you because you don’t look like you anymore.
You give out a pitiful cry, shuddering as you tail now begins to grow. Your love takes it as a threat and begins to rear up for an attack. You’re utterly exhausted though, and merely collapse, ready to take the blow. This is it, you think. You’re going to die and you’ll never be with them again. Just as well, you’re so, so tired. You want it to end, you have for a long time, just not this way.
You close your eyes, waiting for the inevitable. Instead of a killing blow, a huff of air hits you instead. You crack open an eye to look at what’s going on. They’re sniffing you. Your new tail twitches, do you smell the same? Do they recognize you after all? You quell the hope in your heart. It isn’t possible, you’re too changed, they simply know you’re submitting to them, that’s all.
Then a tentative lick, followed with a questioning grunt. You answer it weakly, it’s me, you try and tell them, please figure it out, it’s me, it’s me, it’s me. It works. The relief that overcomes you as they give you their normal greeting is unmeasurable. They know it’s you, you’re safe, your protected. For the first time in what feels like forever, your finally, truly free.
Un tout petit petit extrait de ce qu’elle a pu produire. Elle a peint de nombreuses fois les falaises du Nouveau Mexique et je n’en ai finalement qu’une seule photo.
Faites les curieux, vous trouverez des images de ces oeuvres sur internet de meilleure qualité que ce que je partage...
Je ne cesse d’être éblouie par la beauté des paysages que je découvre.
Je n’avais absolument pas pensé que je visiterais le Nouveau Mexique, j’avais juste vu que je le traverserais et je suis abasourdie! Ou peut être juste assommée par 3 musées dans la journée... La journée d’hier étant essentiellement consacrée à dormir, j’ai eu besoin de me rattraper aujourd’hui.
La première photo a été prise sur la route quand j’ai longé les montagnes du Colorado pour finalement apercevoir d’autres montagnes au Nouveau Mexique.
Ensuite c’est le coeur historique de Santa Fe avec un bus (oui oui un vrai bus qui faisait voyager des gens), la Basilique de Saint François d’Assise où j’ai eu peur de déranger des gens à genoux, pas loin d’être en transe... et un locomotive sur les voies ferrées qui croisent maintes fois la route.
Ce matin, j’ai pu découvrir la vie de Georgia O’Keefe, une peintre américaine ultra productive. Elle a vécue pendant années à New-York et a finalement acheté un ranch dans le Nouveau Mexique. Au delà du “joli paysage”, ce sont toutes les lumières qui changent totalement ce que l’on croit avoir déjà vu : parfois brillant, souvent rose-orangé ou complètement gris...
Georgia O’Keefe a dit cela à propos du Nouveau Mexique :
- Le ciel est différent. Le vent est différent. {...} Je suis entièrement moi ici pour la première fois.
(ok je vais rajouter quelques une de ces oeuvres juste après parce que celles que j’ai choisi ne sont pas assez représentatives de son travail fou)
Le New Mexico History Museum m’a appris plein de choses mais ça n’a pas d’intérêt photographique, désolée. J’y ai aussi trouvé une exposition sur de l’art graphique mexicain (n°8), toute une expo sur le mouvement hippie dans les années 60/70 aux USA avec les festivals, les communautés, la marijuana...
Et comme si je n’avais pas eu ma dose d’art, je suis allée au New Mexico Museum of Art où peintures, photographies, marionnettes et toutes sortes d’étrangetés contemporaines cohabitent.
Je pensais passer la soirée seule dans mon dortoir à l’auberge mais c’est toujours dans ces moments là qu’on croise une française bavarde et qu’on passe la soirée à papoter avec d’autres gens de passage où qui habitent là!
