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Let me tell you a little story (About a man a long time ago)
Author: Chibi
Story: Aerie
Color: Color Spray (eldritch blast)
Styles and Supplies: diptych + oils (lyricaltitles duet fic - Different lyrics from the same song), vaudeville, canvas, eraser (crack au), graffiti (ballad of smokin' joe)
Summary: Mary runs around flipping people off
Prompt Reasoning: magical prophet powers something something yeah
Wordcount: 1871
Note: dividers by![[tumblr.com profile]](https://www.tumblr.com/favicon.ico)
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Once, there was the Prophet of Time and Death. A Shepfolk who had, despite all of the attempts by the followers of the Four Bishops to prevent such a prophecy, was blessed with power by the King of Time and Death, Narin. They had destroyed all four of the Bishops, and had ran their cult from then on, being seen trekking the lands of Aerie to destroy any followers of the Four Bishops and to recruit new followers.- until one day, where he had disappeared without a trace.
Until there was Mary. The Prophet, reborn- yellow cloak dyed red, the eye swapped for a compassionate heart. Freckles of innocence dotting her brown face. With partial amnesia, she wandered Aerie, unaware of the power that Narin had blessed them. Nobody was brave enough to sit him down and tell him the story of his past that had been wiped from his memories, and somehow Mary did not find anything about the Prophet and their cult, did not learn of their own shameful past and their own crimes.
But they did stumble upon one thing- a way to use the magic that Narin had gifted them all that time ago, in the way neither the Prophet nor Narin had figured.
A middle finger, a "Fuck you!", and a blast of flame struck down her foes (nonlethally, of course. Mary did not wish death upon his enemies, just the humiliation of getting knocked down on their feet due to being flipped off, of all things.
"Sure, let me get the coins for you." Mary smiled, moving their hand into their magical dress pockets- before whipping out their legendary middle finger instead. "Fuck you!" Complete with blast of flame, of course.
While she was happily skipping out of the store, a random fair-skinned elf ran towards her and yelled. "Hey! Your adventuring party has a new quest for them!"
"But I don't have a party."
The elf glared at her with blue eyes that suddenly turned a lot more menacing and sharp pointed teeth.
Mary did what she did best. "Fuck you!"
"Thank you for bringing me back my pet sheep!" Said a half-elf with similar brown skin, cream-colored hair, and pointed ears. "They're from an old family tradition from when my ancestors fled to this village..."
Only fools dared test him- dared to take him on. Most of the time, the targets of Mary's ire were nonsapient monsters- pink furry goblins that stole coins and berries, dire wolves (Mary really loved facing dire wolves- something about flipping those off felt good after all the stories he had heard of them- how they were a danger to sheep, sheepdogs, and Shepfolk all at once, always ravenous for sheep- tearing them apart from bone to bone...)
There was one who wielded two staves- and before they could even try their uber-duper super-cool technique, Mary had broken both staves with a single "Fuck you!".
There was also an entire group of Otherworlders.
Mary had only heard they were Otherworlders after she had blasted them all to their feet with a single middle finger, and she... could not believe it at first.
"Aren't Otherworlders... rare?" Mary asked.
"They were back when you were born, I figure." The stranger said, shrugging her arms. "But you seem like someone who hasn't seen most of Aerie for a long, long while..."
Mary blinked.
"Regardless, be careful." She said. "You're becoming quite infamous for that fancy gesture trick of yours."
"Yep!" The cashier whistled, trying not to look at Mary for too long.
"... Fuck you!"
Mary then ran off to join a fancy dinner, fancy cake in tow.
"Imagine wasting your coin bringing all sorts of expensive gifts." An elf snorted. "I just brought soda water."
Mary turned around to face the elf, and the latter looked Mary up and down and snorted again.
"What are you gonna do? Cute me to death? Don't you know elves are superior to humans like you?!"
"Fuck you!" Mary blasted. Considering this elf was species-ist and couldn't even realize it was a half-elf from its white hair, it was more than justified.
The half-elf host of the party was grateful for Mary shutting down that asshole, at least.
"I bet you don't even realize this, but I have a literal gun!" The catgirl said, twirling the gun with a finger and causing a blast to fire off in the process. "Oops <3."
"I know that you have a gun." Mary said. "I know that I would be stronger if I used a stave or a gun or anything other than flipping people off but..." She paused. "... It's funny." She smiled. "It's really funny to flip people off! And honestly, I can't believe I'm the first magic user to think of it!"
"It's because every other dumbass Otherworlder who thinks of it ends up giving up on it or dies because they couldn't learn to use something that strengthens their magic, that's why." The catgirl grinned. "And your time is now-"
"Fuck you!" Mary blasted, then paused. "... You can't really mean that most people aren't strong enough to flip people off offensively, right?" She looked at her hand. "That a regular Shepfolk wouldn't be able to do something like this?"
The catgirl was already laying face down on the ground from Mary's attack, and when Mary said the word 'Shepfolk' her ears twitched and she turned to look at Mary. "... So it's true. You're a Shepfolk..."
Mary nodded. "Not many people seem to be trying to kill me about it now, which is good!"
"Because they got rid of most of you already!" She snarled. "And because the prophecy already came to pass-" She took a moment to look at Mary- to really take in the fluffy white hair, brown face, and black eyes looking down at her. Her heterochromic eyes widened.
"... Hello?"
"The Prophet from the prophecy..." She scrunched her face. "But you have freckles! Did they forget the freckles while they were drawing you!?"
The Prophet had a husband- Narin, their king who they had overpowered and carried back to their cult to forcefully marry.
And they had a daughter.
Even farther before that, was Mary- white hair, brown skin, and freckles.
Mary had a girlfriend- a childhood friend who caught feelings and had feelings caught in return.
Her name was Nana, and sometime during the great Hunt for Shepfolk, the Hunt that had ended when Mary lost their life and was given it back to become the Prophet...
"Nana!" Mary yelled, looking down at their bleeding girlfriend. "Nana- I-"
"Mary..." Nana smiled. "Run off and save yourself. I know you can live without me- you just have to try."
Mary ran off, tears in their eyes.
The Prophet remembered this moment- alongside all the love that they had for Nana back then, the way her smile brought sunshine into their world.
To embody every bit of Nana they had loved, they named their daughter after her- Nana Jr.
(Was that the only thing she felt guilty for? What else was there? There was nothing else Mary could remember.)
Legend has it there is a phoenix's corpse sealed under enough antimagic seals to kill anyone who'd even dare walk near.
If the phoenix ever were to wake (if Mary ever were to remember)- would it bring good or ill?
"Come out, come out, Prophet! I'll smite you where you stand!"
Someone had to shove Mary out in public- again, the impossibilities of fate had prevented Mary from learning its own past. The incident with the catgirl was just something that Mary barely remembered nowadays, believe it or not.
The girl wore a cloak the same red as Mary's, with a hood over her head. Two black wolf ears poked out from holes in the hood, and a tail laid behind her legs, stiff as her teeth that were pulled back in a snarl.
The crowd gathered around them- for Mary was about to tell someone "Fuck you!" and that was always funny to hear from her specifically.
Their eyes locked- Mary had no idea why this familiar-looking stranger was glaring at them with so much rage in her red eyes, but whatever was between them was something that needed Mary's signature move to fix, surely.
But while Mary was balling up her hand into a flaming fist, the girl shot her first. "Fuck you!" She spat, shooting a blast of violet flame.
As Mary fell, he looked up at the girl's brown face and realized she looked just like him- their skins were the same shade of brown, their hairs the same fluffy white, and she even spoke in the same language Mary did- and as he realized that, he realized it's been a long time since someone's actually spoken to him in his own language, and not just translated from the world's many translation spells.
"Are you..." Mary asked. "... Are we related?" He blinked. "How come we never met?"
The girl blinked. "You really don't remember..." She said. "I'm Nana Jr, you and Narin's daughter- and I ran away from the two of you."
"Pretty much." Nana sighed. "And you've just been running around the place flipping people off for... fun? I copied your technique because someone made a joke about it because they mistook me for you, but..." She cocked her head. "You just... got the idea to flip people off?"
"Yeah." Mary said. "Narin randomly exploded and his guts spelled out 'Go adventuring, Mary!', so I figured it was a sign from the Seven Godnesses that they wanted me to become an adventurer."
Nana burst into laughter. "Narin- Narin exploded!?" She fell out of her chair and collapsed onto the ground, laughing all the while.
"He came back from it, which... made me happy then, but now..." Mary paused. "I think we should go back to Barkwool and explode him with our middle fingers."
Narin did not enjoy the family reunion, but Mary and Nana sure did.
Story: Aerie
Color: Color Spray (eldritch blast)
Styles and Supplies: diptych + oils (
lyricaltitles duet fic - Different lyrics from the same song), vaudeville, canvas, eraser (crack au), graffiti (ballad of smokin' joe)Summary: Mary runs around flipping people off
Prompt Reasoning: magical prophet powers something something yeah
Wordcount: 1871
Note: dividers by
Once, there was the Prophet of Time and Death. A Shepfolk who had, despite all of the attempts by the followers of the Four Bishops to prevent such a prophecy, was blessed with power by the King of Time and Death, Narin. They had destroyed all four of the Bishops, and had ran their cult from then on, being seen trekking the lands of Aerie to destroy any followers of the Four Bishops and to recruit new followers.- until one day, where he had disappeared without a trace.
Until there was Mary. The Prophet, reborn- yellow cloak dyed red, the eye swapped for a compassionate heart. Freckles of innocence dotting her brown face. With partial amnesia, she wandered Aerie, unaware of the power that Narin had blessed them. Nobody was brave enough to sit him down and tell him the story of his past that had been wiped from his memories, and somehow Mary did not find anything about the Prophet and their cult, did not learn of their own shameful past and their own crimes.
But they did stumble upon one thing- a way to use the magic that Narin had gifted them all that time ago, in the way neither the Prophet nor Narin had figured.
A middle finger, a "Fuck you!", and a blast of flame struck down her foes (nonlethally, of course. Mary did not wish death upon his enemies, just the humiliation of getting knocked down on their feet due to being flipped off, of all things.
"Sure, let me get the coins for you." Mary smiled, moving their hand into their magical dress pockets- before whipping out their legendary middle finger instead. "Fuck you!" Complete with blast of flame, of course.
While she was happily skipping out of the store, a random fair-skinned elf ran towards her and yelled. "Hey! Your adventuring party has a new quest for them!"
"But I don't have a party."
The elf glared at her with blue eyes that suddenly turned a lot more menacing and sharp pointed teeth.
Mary did what she did best. "Fuck you!"
"Thank you for bringing me back my pet sheep!" Said a half-elf with similar brown skin, cream-colored hair, and pointed ears. "They're from an old family tradition from when my ancestors fled to this village..."
"No problem!" Mary beamed. "I know how to deal with sheep- I've been doing it since I was a child, so it comes natural to me..."
Only fools dared test him- dared to take him on. Most of the time, the targets of Mary's ire were nonsapient monsters- pink furry goblins that stole coins and berries, dire wolves (Mary really loved facing dire wolves- something about flipping those off felt good after all the stories he had heard of them- how they were a danger to sheep, sheepdogs, and Shepfolk all at once, always ravenous for sheep- tearing them apart from bone to bone...)
There was one who wielded two staves- and before they could even try their uber-duper super-cool technique, Mary had broken both staves with a single "Fuck you!".
There was also an entire group of Otherworlders.
Mary had only heard they were Otherworlders after she had blasted them all to their feet with a single middle finger, and she... could not believe it at first.
"Aren't Otherworlders... rare?" Mary asked.
"They were back when you were born, I figure." The stranger said, shrugging her arms. "But you seem like someone who hasn't seen most of Aerie for a long, long while..."
Mary blinked.
"Regardless, be careful." She said. "You're becoming quite infamous for that fancy gesture trick of yours."
"Yep!" The cashier whistled, trying not to look at Mary for too long.
"... Fuck you!"
Mary then ran off to join a fancy dinner, fancy cake in tow.
"Imagine wasting your coin bringing all sorts of expensive gifts." An elf snorted. "I just brought soda water."
Mary turned around to face the elf, and the latter looked Mary up and down and snorted again.
"What are you gonna do? Cute me to death? Don't you know elves are superior to humans like you?!"
"Fuck you!" Mary blasted. Considering this elf was species-ist and couldn't even realize it was a half-elf from its white hair, it was more than justified.
The half-elf host of the party was grateful for Mary shutting down that asshole, at least.
"I bet you don't even realize this, but I have a literal gun!" The catgirl said, twirling the gun with a finger and causing a blast to fire off in the process. "Oops <3."
"I know that you have a gun." Mary said. "I know that I would be stronger if I used a stave or a gun or anything other than flipping people off but..." She paused. "... It's funny." She smiled. "It's really funny to flip people off! And honestly, I can't believe I'm the first magic user to think of it!"
"It's because every other dumbass Otherworlder who thinks of it ends up giving up on it or dies because they couldn't learn to use something that strengthens their magic, that's why." The catgirl grinned. "And your time is now-"
"Fuck you!" Mary blasted, then paused. "... You can't really mean that most people aren't strong enough to flip people off offensively, right?" She looked at her hand. "That a regular Shepfolk wouldn't be able to do something like this?"
The catgirl was already laying face down on the ground from Mary's attack, and when Mary said the word 'Shepfolk' her ears twitched and she turned to look at Mary. "... So it's true. You're a Shepfolk..."
Mary nodded. "Not many people seem to be trying to kill me about it now, which is good!"
"Because they got rid of most of you already!" She snarled. "And because the prophecy already came to pass-" She took a moment to look at Mary- to really take in the fluffy white hair, brown face, and black eyes looking down at her. Her heterochromic eyes widened.
"... Hello?"
"The Prophet from the prophecy..." She scrunched her face. "But you have freckles! Did they forget the freckles while they were drawing you!?"
The Prophet had a husband- Narin, their king who they had overpowered and carried back to their cult to forcefully marry.
And they had a daughter.
Even farther before that, was Mary- white hair, brown skin, and freckles.
Mary had a girlfriend- a childhood friend who caught feelings and had feelings caught in return.
Her name was Nana, and sometime during the great Hunt for Shepfolk, the Hunt that had ended when Mary lost their life and was given it back to become the Prophet...
"Nana!" Mary yelled, looking down at their bleeding girlfriend. "Nana- I-"
"Mary..." Nana smiled. "Run off and save yourself. I know you can live without me- you just have to try."
Mary ran off, tears in their eyes.
The Prophet remembered this moment- alongside all the love that they had for Nana back then, the way her smile brought sunshine into their world.
To embody every bit of Nana they had loved, they named their daughter after her- Nana Jr.
(Was that the only thing she felt guilty for? What else was there? There was nothing else Mary could remember.)
Legend has it there is a phoenix's corpse sealed under enough antimagic seals to kill anyone who'd even dare walk near.
If the phoenix ever were to wake (if Mary ever were to remember)- would it bring good or ill?
"Come out, come out, Prophet! I'll smite you where you stand!"
Someone had to shove Mary out in public- again, the impossibilities of fate had prevented Mary from learning its own past. The incident with the catgirl was just something that Mary barely remembered nowadays, believe it or not.
The girl wore a cloak the same red as Mary's, with a hood over her head. Two black wolf ears poked out from holes in the hood, and a tail laid behind her legs, stiff as her teeth that were pulled back in a snarl.
The crowd gathered around them- for Mary was about to tell someone "Fuck you!" and that was always funny to hear from her specifically.
Their eyes locked- Mary had no idea why this familiar-looking stranger was glaring at them with so much rage in her red eyes, but whatever was between them was something that needed Mary's signature move to fix, surely.
But while Mary was balling up her hand into a flaming fist, the girl shot her first. "Fuck you!" She spat, shooting a blast of violet flame.
As Mary fell, he looked up at the girl's brown face and realized she looked just like him- their skins were the same shade of brown, their hairs the same fluffy white, and she even spoke in the same language Mary did- and as he realized that, he realized it's been a long time since someone's actually spoken to him in his own language, and not just translated from the world's many translation spells.
"Are you..." Mary asked. "... Are we related?" He blinked. "How come we never met?"
The girl blinked. "You really don't remember..." She said. "I'm Nana Jr, you and Narin's daughter- and I ran away from the two of you."
"Pretty much." Nana sighed. "And you've just been running around the place flipping people off for... fun? I copied your technique because someone made a joke about it because they mistook me for you, but..." She cocked her head. "You just... got the idea to flip people off?"
"Yeah." Mary said. "Narin randomly exploded and his guts spelled out 'Go adventuring, Mary!', so I figured it was a sign from the Seven Godnesses that they wanted me to become an adventurer."
Nana burst into laughter. "Narin- Narin exploded!?" She fell out of her chair and collapsed onto the ground, laughing all the while.
"He came back from it, which... made me happy then, but now..." Mary paused. "I think we should go back to Barkwool and explode him with our middle fingers."
Narin did not enjoy the family reunion, but Mary and Nana sure did.