Hi Tumblr! My precious bean, Maril Hawker, is taking on the world in the shape of a pilgrimage. She is meditating over some of the big questions in life, and has so far visited ~4 of the shrines of the Twelve. However, I would like to extend it a bit further than that, and I would like to focus on having her learn not just from “divine inspiration”, but also people.
This is where you potentially come in; I am looking for people who: – Are widely different from Maril, such as a different place on the moral ladder (to both extremes; she is neutral-good.) whilst also being open to conversation. – Have something that she could help with that lies outside of the realm of healing people – Come from varying backgrounds unlike her own (middle-class gridanian) – Live in the east and is willing to talk about eastern culture – Have something controversial about them (hi garleans?) within relative reason (She’s not going to sit down and have a talk with an actual voidsent, ok.) – And more???
Whether your character already knows Maril or not is irrelevant. If you think there’s something she could learn from an interaction, then I am very interested in hearing from you. My only requirement is that everything is kept within canon; I am ok with a little bit of lore-wiggling but in such cases I’d like to know oocly beforehand.
You can read about Maril >>Here<<. I can be contacted on discord as MeanderingMind#8375. I am european, but willing to tackle timezones if possible. I am not interested in Discord-only sessions.
Well, I have a voidtouched who is starting to develop strong opinions on the topic so…
So what is it that separates a voidtouched from a voidsent? At first it seems an easy question–physical appearance alone should be enough correct?–but as one explores further it starts to become anything but.
Though it does not seem to be their preference, at least some succubi with sufficient will can appear human. And while I have not run into any voidtouched with extensive obvious physical changes, that does not mean that such things are impossible–more likely, such things only increase one’s already high odds of a premature death.
So if it is not appearance, then what then? The presence of the Hunger would be the next obvious choice, but I refuse to accept any definition of voidsent that would include me in their number. I am not one of them, and I shudder at the very thought of it.
That said, I do believe that the Hunger must play some role. Those who don’t feel it are obviously only voidtouched, but for those of us who do, I believe that the presence or absence of will to fight to contain it must be the dividing line. A voidtouched chooses, a voidsent does not. We can choose to not be monsters.
Outreach & Public Starlight Feast at the Forgotten Knight
Hosted by the Ashen Enclave and the Alpine Greening Institute When: Sunday December 2nd – 7-10PM (EST) Where: The Forgotten Knight, Ishgard Balmung Server
As the days grow ever shorter and Ishgard’s chill creeps in close, we invite one and all to join us in ringing in the start of the Starlight season! Come as you are, or don your season best (or best questionably fashionable sweater) and help us brighten these darkest nights of the cycle!
The Ashen Enclave, as the first part of their Ishgardian Outreach Initiative, has joined with our friends at the Alpine Greening Institute for an evening of food, fun, and fellowship.
The Enclave will be accepting donations of warm clothing, blankets, and toys distribute to families in the Brume throughout the season, as well as handing out care packages filled with needed wellness supplies for these, the most sniffly of moons ahead. Our staff will be on hand to give advice to those seeking to avoid the ill humours rampant during this season, as well as share information on our upcoming inoculation initiative – all to ensure a sniffle-free Starlight!
The Greening Institute has generously provided the meal for the evening, a full three course menu that promises to delight the palate and warm the heart and stomach with an array of traditional Ishgardian treats and temptations.
Ameline
Surlaint’s vision was not what it had once been in her youth–but then, one did not need perfect sight to note the mewing coming from the young Duskwight’s shopping basket as she tried to slip quietly up the stairs to her room.
And the answer to the question was all but obvious as Odette jutted out her chin, a silent gesture of stubborn defiance as she debated whether or not it was worth lying. “Mayhaps,” she settles on finally.
Ameline sighs tiredly, evidently not fooled at all by the non-committal answer. “Bring it here,” she orders, gesturing towards a nearby table. She doesn’t sound angry, and yet Odette hesitates. She knew when she might be in trouble–and anyroad, the parlor had always been off-limits to her.
“Now,” her aunt adds, far more sharply, and Odette finally, reluctantly, obeys, moving to slowly place the entire basket down before her, kitten and all.
Ameline purses her lips in slight distaste as she reaches into the basket, retrieving a tiny, fuzzy lump. It’s fur was entirely black, as if it had been dropped into a vat of ink, save for bleary blue eyes. Without the cover of Odette’s scarf, it was certainly far smaller than it had seemed at first glance.
“You found this outside?” Ameline inquires, to which Odette nods, even as she scuffs a toe nervously across the nice rug and her aunt turns her attention back to the kitten. “It’s tiny. I’d say it’s likely a runt, especially if you found it alone.” Her dark eyes flick back up to Odette at this, at which she nods once more.
“It’ll likely die before long,” she finishes as she wraps the kitten back into the scarf and sets it into the basket once more. Odette’s expression visibly falls at this, but already there is a stubborn set to her jaw. “It might not have been a kindness, bringing it here.”
“If it dies,” Odette shoots back. “You don’t know it will.”
“Oh? And who exactly is going to even attempt to see it survives the night?”
“I will,” she declares, holding her chin up high as she does so.
Ameline seemed to have expected this answer, even if she was not happy about it. “Your uncle will not be pleased,” she warns. “He does not like animals. You are to ensure that it does not run wild about the house. And it cannot interfere with your studies.”
Ameline’s words seem to catch Odette off-guard, for it appears to take her a few seconds to realize what her aunt was implying. But sure enough, a grin slowly starts to spread across her face.
“And you are not to get your hopes up too high. Sometimes kindness isn’t enough to save something,” she cautions.
“I know,” the young duskwight replies back–but Odette doesn’t seem to be entirely listening, for she has reached out to gently pet the furry lump.
As Odette practically skips off, Ameline sighs once more and shakes her head, unable to shake the feeling that she had just set up her niece for another harsh lesson about how the world worked.
look, im just a slut for some magical exhaustion okay give me your whumpees overusing their magic and having physical repercussions from it, bloody noses, unable to stand, getting progressively weaker, utterly exhausted and spent !!
bonus points: if they know they are running low on magic but they have no choice but to keep using more until they just collapse
bonus bonus points: if their magic is somehow connected to their life force!!
Roses And Grimoires 