(Ffs this isn't EVEN A PLOT OUTLINE) (｡>﹏<)

So! I am reading SVSSS, as ya do, because it's my current obsession, right? And?? The SAME terrible, awful, "oh~?"-"owo what's this?" GREMLIN part of my brain? Perked up, rolled out of it's decadent day bed, and started paying attention.

To the plot? The CHARACTERS, perhaps? Oooh ho ho, NO! THAT would TO FUCKING EASY! No, no! No, see, THIS horrible curse goblin? Inside my skull? Is the SAME one that fuckin OBSESSED over both Runes & magical crafts in Harry Potter AND Seals in Naruto!

The Daughter of a Crafter, who is in turn, ALSO a Crafter... presented with an INTERESTING new Medium, part of my brain.

ᐠ( ᐛ )ᐟ Guess I'll just di- obsess without the sweet relief of GETTING TO DO A PROJECT, huh? Yaaaaay~ ᐠ( ᐛ )ᐟ

.·°՞(¯□¯)՞°·. (This is hell. I am in hell.)

Cause? I WANNA TRY TALISMANS!!!

Yeah, yeah, cool Xanxia sword magic and flying thunder beasts. BUT WHAT ABOUT THOSE TREASURES? I wanna sit in on a hour long lecture about WHY you gotta use silk thread and not cotton to embroider this array vs that one! Can those qiankun pouches be sewed into anything? What OTHER things can I sew into fabric?

My hold over unused "a Lady is, in fact, a Walking Tank, you fools" theory carries over BEAUTIFULLY! Especially with all those LAYERS??‽ That? Is so, SO much fabric to carefully and intricately sew? Teeny tiny little Rune/talismans/array thingies onto? Into this slowly building brocade of pure power?

It would take foreeeeeever. BUT‽

An ounce of prevention is worth a pound of cure!

Cause like imagine it? This middling cultivator. Nothing special. No great beauty, no legendary strength. Not even that STRONG spiritually. You think you can just... squash them like an ant. Just one more bit of Cannon fodder. Not even worth being called a pebble on your path.

You smack them aside. (Because even with protection. Somethings can not cross the gulf of raw power.)

And yet? They DO NOT die. They ALONE get back up, where far greater have fallen. How? Lightning rolls off them. Acid? Does not touch. Fire? They barely sweat. Swords do not seem to cut at ALL! But of course, nothing is flawless. Brute force still works. Each blow, softened as it is? Still lands.

And yours are powerful enough? That THAT means broken bones.

Just? Imagine~☆

Being a Treasure maker in the lands of gods and monsters. Each equally covetous, though half of them LIE. Wanting only to create for the simple joy of creation. The WONDER and curiosity of it all! And being HUNTED for it.

They want weapons! They want DEATH! Make them war, war, WAR!!!

Better ways to KILL each other.

They claim they are Righteous. Pure. Yet... standing before you? They hold such greed and distain. Such hatred. You no longer wonder, now. Why every master before you, fled to hidden realms.

You just want to learn. Cultivate. Grow.

Make beautiful, interesting things.

(You start looking up how to create a hidden realm. Because you are tired. Because enough is enough. Because... eventually? They will push too far. You just... you just wanted to create.)