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thefusioncelestial · 8 months ago

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Mix 3: One Path, One Us.

Look at me:

You would think I am some teenager still in high school. I am 22, about to graduate university. I am old enough to drink, but I get carded every time. Can't do adult stuff without second looks. Girls won't date me because they think I am a kid, and no one understandably wants to risk that. The short stature & lack of facial or body hair doesn't work either. Puberty is finishing up soon if not already. Constantly going to the gym just kept me cut. What am I going to do? Am I going to be stuck like this like those baby faced actors like Tom Holland?

"Bro, you okay?" A voice loudly echoed. It was my best friend Jason. He was in a similar boat as me but as least he was tall. I am 5'5 and him 6'3. If only I could snatch that from him. A tall baby faced actor who stayed in shape would do gang busters in Hollywood.

"Diego, SNAP OUT OF IT". he boomed. Luckily the dorms were mostly empty during the day, so he alerted no one but me. I quickly rise out of my mental funk. Why did I get into such a negative Nancy mood? Oh yeah, because Jason said he had a solution, like he did every month since the moment we stepped into university. We grew up together, same neighborhood, born in the same year 3 months apart. Our fathers thought we were dating at some point, but were just close like blood brothers. So what is his hair brained idea this time? I hope he isn't going to suggest steroids or something he cooked up in chemistry. He's a top student among the chemistry department, but he decided to not pair that up with a human body science like major like Sports Medicine or Pre Med.

"Sorry, so what is failed solution #2312?", I quipped sarcastically.

He frowned at me and then rolled his eyes. He whispered to himself after turning around, "It will be forever if it works, hopefully whatever we become will be a more positive person."

"Stop talking to yourself, how your butter face ass has a better dating life than me is beyond reason."

"It's called confidence & a positive attitude. But before this day is over, you will see my side of things...and I yours."

He went to a small brown box on a dresser and pulled out an bead necklace. "We put this on & let the magic work. If this works, we will be reborn...literally as one."

I was dumbfounded, his answer was a magic item he probably found on clearance at some costume shop? The suggestion of magic from a chemist. Chemistry was born from Alchemy by removing the superstitious & supernatural elements from the field. Now here is one Chemist suggesting going back to magic. Where is he hiding the chemicals, because I am sure he is pulling my chain.

"Are you high?"

"What! No!"

"You are suggesting we rely on something with no concrete evidence, like magic, for its existence for our solutions. You know what, explain and I might go with your voodoo."

"Its not African magic, it's German, call it Zauberei or Greek so maybe Mageía." He said in an upbeat but serious tone.

"I'll call it The Hot Nuts of Alabama if it works. Again, explain."

He pulled out an old brown leather book from within the drawer where the same box was resting on. He turned and walked towards me and gave it to me.

"What is this?," I asked.

"Evidence of what I am going to say, future Nuclear Physicist. Yeah I know the truth, you got an offer from NASA. Guess what, so did I. We are stuck together for life, lets make that for real."

Whatever, I thought, we grow old together nothing new. Though if his offer was like mine, he will have to stay for grad school. They want mastery, not just knowledge, of the subject.

"Go on."

"You know how Royal families around the world tend to inbreed? Cousins to cousins, neice to Uncle, ect.?"

"Yeah."

"Well for all tense & purposes, they should have died out, like the Spanish Haspburgs did. But suddenly, they are everywhere now. Clean mostly of genetic disease, and looking run way ready in some cases. Their solution was fusion."

"Was what?"

"They merged with others. Assimilate a few unknown servants or knights that history didn't record & they slowly repaired themselves."

"So they gobbled other people up and kept it in the family still."

"Yep, in some cases they were incredulous about it like you and refused the procedure. The Spanish Hasburgs said no because they feared it was devilry, the British were mixed, they got back on board after Queen Victoria's generation."

"Where did this "procedure originate from?"

"Greece. Look up the story of Hermaphroditus afterwards if this fails. Pretty boy like us merged with a Naiad named Salmacis. They merged in a pool of water, and that pool became a fountain, reportedly still had the power to merge things. At first they just mixed animals for sport, but soon generals & politicians were merging to create someone more effective. Once Rome conquered Greece, you start to see an uptick in "warrior poets" and military generals who can talk their way out of an 5 v 1."

"What, we got to go to Greece and bath together? Wait, you want to merge with me?," I asked in confusion.

"Yes, and no. Well Yes, I want to merge, and no we do not need to go to Greece, but if we merge, we can go take a trip down there as thanks."

I am dumbfounded at what I am hearing. I open the book and see an listing of royals & nobles who merged with others or proposed mergers that never came to be. I go to the Tudor England section and see that Henry VIII was going to assimilate Charles Brandon, but that failed after Brandon secretly married his sister Mary. There were a host of knights who lined up afterwards, but he never settled on a choice.

I see a section for France, Charles the Mad went mad after doing the procedure with the court fool. There was a slew of witch hunts after that in France. Not tried again until Louis XIV, who used it to extend his lifespan.

"There is one problem."

"What?"

"These mergers were one sided. One person stole traits from the other and walked the earth as themselves. Are you trying to gobble me up?"

"No.

"Admit it, you want my beautiful face."

"And you want my height. "

We both burst out in laughter. Will this work? Am I going mad? He is rich enough to commission a work like this after all.

"So what happened to the magic water?"

"After the fall of Western Rome, the water was drained and placed somehow into these stones and turned into jewelry, hidden beneath the armor & clothing of Europe's elite. Initially, it was used to create stronger leaders. A few rounds of warriors & wise men fusing, and you got a charismatic leader who starts a royal line or two. Many many generations later, its used to fix fertility problems. and then later genetic diseases. It's a factor in how hemophilia has disappeared in the European royal circles."

"Wait, are you royalty? Am I about to get a royal upgrade?

"No."

"No?"

"No."

I frown. "How did you get your hands on this?"

"The spoils of war, WW2 in particular. My grandfather served in the war and found the contents in an German castle. Germany was once so many kingdoms, so I guess there was a high chance of finding one. The only pair found, my guess is that the nobility there had a bad hiding spot. Then again, grandpop was good at finding shit. That is how we got rich: finding gold in exhausted mines, discovering treasure hoards and getting paid by governments to shut up about it."

"Is this what he gave to you as your inheritance after he died?"

"Part of it, if this works, yours is mine and mine is yours. Our merger will be mutual. A true blending. When this is over, a new being will be born. Either this ages us up or form a new babyface."

This was a lot to take in. I closed the book & sat down in an chair near the door. He went outside to the dorm balcony. He stared at the sky, took a deep breath and nodded. He took off his shirt. And turned to me after putting on the necklace.

He smiled, I forgot he still had braces.

"Bro, you still need mouth work?"

He pulled them off. It was a set of fake dentures.

"There's a the jester I know."

He was cut but lanky. My arms were bigger than his while his were longer.

It's like we are two halfs of a whole. Where he falters, I succeed. Vice versa.

"Its either we do this, or I go gobble up Tim."

I got up and walked towards him. "That meathead?"

"Tell me I wouldn't look like a men's health model after taking him in."

"You would be dumber." I was a few inches away from him. He blushes. I take the necklace and stretch it around my head and pull it down to me neck. It's very tight now, like egging us to move closer. I do. I start to float, my chest lining up to his and then pressing up against each other. I blush as well and we both are aroused.

"Ha...."

"if this is a marriage proposal, I say yes. If we are walking the same direction, lets do it officially." We kiss.

As our bodies are mushed together we take our arms and embrace each other. The necklace hums and disappears into our necks. It has begun.

We press harder against each other. My shirt phased through him and came out the other end. The same happened with the pants & underwear. Despite being made of denim, the jeans were able to stretch out and accommodate us both. ~Magic~

We were both naked inside this Frankenstein cocoon of our clothing. We were naked and pressed up against each other. And then it happened.

Where our skin was touching, they just simply gave way and merged and then stretched. This exposed our bloody insides to each other. And as our blood, flesh, and muscles touched, they broke down into a liquid slurry. The sounds started as moans, somehow being broken down to our basic materials & being unraveled felt so good. Those moans turned into wet rattles once our necks touched and went through the same process. Our bones broke down as well & if you had ex-ray vision, it look like a grey slurry. Then that slurry of skeletal matter moved towards the skin & turned our fused skin into an hardened vaguely human shaped cocoon made of skin wrapped in stretched clothing. It didn't matter what it was, brain, eyes, lungs, it was soon goop.

The moment our brains gooped, they swirl around and within each other. This meant that the first aspect of this new person being created was their mind. For Diego & Jason it was like entering a wild lsd trip, and when it was done, someone else would emerge. From their perspective, memories & personality traits were being taken and smashed together like two movie scenes being placed on top of each other, somehow blending perfectly to create new ones. For the personality, it was less of a mix and more of a battle for dominance. Some of Diego's aspects won, while some of Jason's did instead. There were some cases of traits just mixing but it was more of an either or. But by the end the process stopped, and this new self was born.

At the same time their dna mixed & merged. The result was a new traditional helix structure that was built using parts from Diego's & Jason's dna. At this point, there was no going back as the unused parts were broken down as energy, that life spark that would jump start this new person's existence.

With the new genetic instructions, their combined mass began to consolidate. The nervous system was already built and the skeletal system formed almost immediately afterward. The boney shell broke down and gave its contents to build it.

With the bone shell gone and no longer absorbing sound & impeding movement, you could hear the humanoid shaped bloated mass pulsate and almost shake a little.

The broke down organs reformed and moved into place, and the blood that was free floating began to enter the newly formed veins and do their tireless work. And second to last, the muscular system began to take shape almost at the same as the vascular system.

While this was going on, the fused skin started to shrink, with another fire from the newly minted dna, the muscle arranged themselves to their proper place and the skin backed up the placements through tightening.

And while the muscles & and skin were doing their jobs, the new being began to moan. It had no facial features yet, but sound was coming out where the mouth will be. Its arms were stretched at an 45 degree angle, and once the fingers formed, you can see it move its fingers randomly at different speeds as it tried to process the pleasures being felt from its creation, but give way to the sensations. It was a combination of moans and ahs.

These jolts of pleasure also activated it's reproductive organs. Diego had the longer member, while Jason was girthy. But this new being would enjoy both traits. Long & Thick. The skin tightening around that area made it moan even loader, a veiled threat that it would lose its mind with the new sensations. But it didn't.

Its body shape formed and its internals done, there were two more steps to go.

From front it had Diego's skin color, while the back half had Jason's. As if conceding to Diego, the Diego's skin complexion took over. And it was similar with the face. It started off with Diego's facial features, but used Jason's to refine them. Jason felt that Diego was more handsome, and so this reflected on a genetic level. Diego's hair color also took over, but Jason's traits gave them more volume. Diego had a near constant dark bags under his eyes. But that was gone for this being.

Looking at this new being, one would say that Diego gobbled up Jason. But that was not so. Essentially, what they admired in each other, the new being expressed it. There was no hiding things from each other now. They are each other.

The clothing snapped back into place. It had a white shirt & denim jeans, but it would have been a mixture had Jason decided to have something on beyond two layers of underwear.

With its newly formed mouth, this being let out a deep exhale and low sound that indicated that it had calmed down from all the moaning which indicated that the process was over.

It opened its eyes, the pupils shape and size where more from Jason. It didn't care, Jason is the past. These are his eyes. Who was he?

"I am Diego, no Jason, no..."

It walked back into the dorm. There was a large, human sized mirror. About 7 ft. He stood in front of it. He was 6'5 now.

"Christian, I am Christian now."

Diego + Jason = Christian.

Christian lifted up his shirt, place them behind his neck.and checked out his features.

He had Jason's abdominal insertions & shape. His chest too. These nips definitely came from him. His arms & shoulders were bigger than both Diego's & Jason's. Years of gym workouts finally showing up. He unbuttoned his pants to let his family rod breathe, it would shrink down over time, Christian was of the grower variety, he can access its full potential in the future when needed. The neck was a mixture, Diego's thickness with Jason's length. He had Diego's nose. The biggest change was the eyes, he had Jason's but darker and curvier. The ears were a combination of both. He looked older, mature, and yet had perfect skin. They achieved their goals. They merged into a someone who looked like a fully grown man.

More of his new memories flooded in. He was not a purely a chemist or a physicist, he double majored in Materials Science & Chemical Engineering. He had a choice departments at NASA. And soon, he'll have a house full of kids, once he finds the right one. But first the internship at NASA & grad school.

With a new sense of belonging & togetherness, the two best friends continued their life journey, together as one, forever.

Oh, wait, the necklace. Christian grasped at his neck and looked around. It was sitting on his bed. Hmm, I can make a fortune using this. This university is about to see an uptick in nerdy jocks. He thought to himself.

He knows the perfect pair. Shun & Tim. But first that trip the Greece, and then the work of bridging worlds begins. For a select few who can afford it or give me a good enough reason.

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sweet-pea-channie · 3 months ago

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Shadows of the Exile - Part 8

Azriel x female!reader

Summary: Y/N perfects a healing salve, determined to prove its effectiveness. After self-testing, she hopes to heal even deep scars. Meanwhile, Azriel struggles with her absence, missing her presence at the Town House. When she finally returns, an unspoken connection deepens between them.

Warnings: self-experimentation & medical procedures, mentions of scars & past injuries, emotional distress & isolation,

Word count: 3.9k

A/N: It's a short part, but an important one. Hope you like it!

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Y/N took a deep breath as she carefully applied the cool salve with her fingertips. The gentle scent of the rare flower from the Spring Court, mixed with the earthy notes of the remaining ingredients, filled the room. She had spent the last month perfecting the formula, this time she would not fail.

The transformation of the brew into a working salve had been a process that required precision. First, she had brewed the original mixture once more, meticulously ensuring that she removed it from the fire precisely on the sixth full moon. Then, she had thickened the liquid substance in a slow, careful process using a blend of beeswax and dragonroot essence. The temperature had to remain constant, one degree too hot or too cold, and the consistency would have been ruined. Finally, she had infused the mixture with a pinch of crushed moon herbs, a final, crucial step to stabilize its effects.

Now, after several days, she was testing the salve on herself. And that was the reason she hadn’t been at the Town House for so long. She couldn’t afford a mistake, not after spending a year developing this healing formula.

She ran her fingers over the spot on her forearm where she had applied the salve. Where there had once been a deep, deliberately made cut, only a thin, pale line remained. The healing process had been accelerated, almost in a way that resembled magic but it wasn’t. This was science, combined with healing arts, a fusion of nature and alchemical precision.

A tremor ran through her fingers as she traced the healed skin. It worked. Her heart pounded faster as she turned the glass jar containing the remaining salve in her hands. She hoped this was finally the solution, that with this formula, she could heal more than just small wounds. Maybe... maybe one day, she could create something that even made scars disappear, something that could heal deeper injuries, ones even magic couldn’t completely erase.

A sigh escaped her as she leaned against the wooden table. She had hoped that neither Azriel nor Cassian would be away on a mission during this final, critical phase. If either of them had stormed into her clinic injured, she would have had to drop everything, just like last time. But this time, she had done it. No one had interrupted her, no one had come in badly wounded, demanding her full attention.

Azriel leaned against the doorframe of the Town House’s kitchen, his arms loosely crossed over his chest. His gaze rested on the table, more precisely on Y/N’s untouched place. The chair remained empty, the plate untouched, as if it was an unspoken certainty that she wouldn’t show up tonight either.

Cassian had already given up asking about her. He knew Azriel had noticed, that she no longer came to meals regularly, that she barely spent time at the Town House anymore. But no one spoke of it. It was obvious she was busy with something, something important to her.

Azriel knew it mattered, that she had buried herself in something that demanded all her focus. But that didn’t mean it didn’t bother him. That there wasn’t this quiet pull in his chest, a dull ache every time he looked at her empty seat and wondered if she would return today.

Today was one of those nights.

He pushed himself off the wall, picked up his plate, and carried it back to the kitchen. Without another word, he disappeared into his room, closing the door behind him and letting the silence of the space settle around him.

The shadows in the corners of his room moved sluggishly, as if even his magic reflected his unrest. He sank into his chair, pulling one of the reports Rhysand had sent him closer. Routine work. Normally, he would have read through the lines with effortless concentration, but today… today, he read without truly absorbing the meaning of the words.

His gaze drifted to the candle on his desk. The flickering light cast long shadows on the wall, distorting the room’s contours. He rubbed his temple with two fingers and leaned back.

She will come when she is ready.

He knew he had to give her space. Y/N was someone who withdrew when she was working on something. Someone who only emerged when she was ready to share what she had been so obsessively perfecting. And he respected that.

But that didn’t mean it was easy.

He stood, stepping to the window. The night over Velaris was clear, the full moon casting a silver glow over the quiet streets. The city’s soft shimmer seemed colder tonight, less alive.

His jaw tightened.

Come home, Y/N.

He knew there was nothing he could do. He couldn’t push her, couldn’t go looking for her. All he could do was wait. And hope she returned soon.

Y/N sat on one of the low wooden stools in her small, makeshift workshop within the clinic. The cool night air drifted through the half-open window, while the candles on the table cast a gentle, flickering light over the five small salve tins.

Five attempts. Five possibilities.

She had already tested the first tin, the mixture with moon herbs. It had worked. The wound on her arm had nearly vanished, as if it had never existed. But now, the real test lay ahead.

Her fingers traced over one of the other tins. This one contained an additional ingredient, a rare essence known for its regenerative properties. She had blended it with one of the base components of the original salve, melted it down, stirred it until the mixture took on a silky, almost pearlescent consistency. This salve was different. Stronger. Maybe even dangerous.

A deep breath.

Y/N stood, the small jar in hand, and moved slowly toward the mirror in the corner of the room. The reflection staring back at her was one she had avoided for years. Her hands didn’t tremble at least not outwardly. But inside, uncertainty pulsed, a heavy weight in her chest she could not shake.

She untied the laces of her top, let the fabric slip from her shoulders, and let it fall to the floor. Cold air brushed over her skin, raising goosebumps but it wasn’t the chill that made her breath heavy.

It was the sight.

Slowly, she turned so that her back was visible in the candlelight.

Where her wings had once been, two large scars remained. They weren’t just pale, fine lines, no, the skin was uneven, thicker in some places, almost sunken in others. Where the flesh had healed, it was hardened, rough, reminiscent of old burn wounds. Scars that marked not just her body, but her soul.

Y/N’s throat tightened. She didn’t want to look. She wanted to forget. But she couldn’t.

She took a deep breath, then opened the small tin in her hand.

The familiar scent of herbs, wax, and something light, fresh, rose to her nose. It carried memories of long nights experimenting, of hopes and setbacks, of all the moments she had wondered if it was worth it. Her thumb brushed over the surface of the salve before she scooped up a small amount with two fingers.

Then, she touched the scars.

A faint tremor ran through her body as she carefully applied the cool salve to the scarred skin. Her fingers moved slowly, massaging the mixture in, feeling the unfamiliar sensation on a part of her body she so rarely touched. A place she avoided, a place she didn’t want to feel.

She held her breath. And waited. Seconds passed. Then a minute. At first, there was nothing. No warmth, no tingling, no noticeable change. But then a faint, barely perceptible pull beneath her skin.

Y/N’s heartbeat quickened.

It wasn’t pain, but it wasn’t exactly comfort either. It felt as though something was waking, as though nerves long silent were responding to a whisper. An echo from the past, reminding her body in a way she had thought impossible.

She looked into the mirror, searching for a change. Nothing yet. But she would wait. She had to know if it worked. If all the years of research, of experimenting, of hoping if it had been worth it.

Slowly, she closed her eyes. Her fingers still rested on the scars. And she waited.

Azriel sat at his desk, surrounded by reports and parchment scrolls, yet the words before him blurred, lost their meaning, became mere symbols on yellowed paper. The candles in his room burned down slowly, their wax dripping silently onto the tabletop, while his shadows stirred restlessly in the dark corners of the room. Normally, he would fully immerse himself in his work, spending hours poring over reports on enemy troop movements, espionage missions, or diplomatic negotiations without losing focus.

But not today.

Six days. Six days since he had last seen Y/N.

His shadows had told him that she had spent almost all her time at the House of Wind, dividing her days between research and self-experimentation, barely taking a break. She ate, she rested, the house took care of her but was that enough? Azriel knew how she was, how she lost herself in her work when something mattered to her. He knew she wouldn’t spare herself, not when she was finally on the verge of the breakthrough she had worked toward for so long.

He wanted to give her space. He respected her independence, her dedication. But that didn’t mean it was easy for him.

Sighing, he leaned back, rubbing his temples with two fingers. The dull headache that had been threatening for hours intensified, yet he knew it had nothing to do with his work.

Then, footsteps in the hallway. Soft, deliberate. And then that familiar knock. His door was open, but Y/N always knocked.

Azriel looked up. There she stood in the dim light of the hallway, and just the sight of her made something in his chest ease. She was here. Back.

He stood, pushing the reports aside, and stepped toward her.

"Do you have a minute?" Her voice was quiet, almost hesitant.

He studied her. She looked exhausted, but satisfied. Her entire posture spoke of the weight of the past days, but also of a success she had yet to put into words.

"For you, always."

They sat down on the edge of the bed, the wood creaking softly beneath them. For a moment, there was only silence between them, but it wasn’t uncomfortable. It was the kind of silence that existed only between people who knew each other, who understood each other without the need for many words.

Then Y/N turned slightly toward him, looking directly at him.

"You know the flower we took from the Spring Court was efficient for something special I was working on, right?"

Azriel nodded slowly.

Without another word, she reached into her satchel and pulled out a small glass container. When she opened it, a brown, creamy substance came into view. A faint scent of fresh herbs and something sweet lingered in the air. Azriel observed it but said nothing.

"May I?" She reached out to him, and he let her.

He knew he shouldn’t. He knew he should pull away, as he always did. No one touched his scars. No one traced their fingers over the rough skin covering his hands, a testament to all he had endured.

But Y/N wasn’t "no one."

She had never looked at him with pity. Never with disgust. Never with the question of what exactly had happened.

And now, she touched him as if it were the most natural thing in the world. As if he weren’t broken.

Azriel felt it instantly.

The coolness of the salve, the gentle glide of her fingertips over his skin. It was a touch he wasn’t used to. No hesitation, no fear. Only warmth. Only care.

His mind screamed at him to pull away, to put on a mask of indifference. But his body did the opposite. He relaxed.

His shoulders lowered, the pressure on his chest eased slightly, and the faint trembling that ran through him wasn’t out of fear. Not out of resistance.

It was something else. Something he couldn’t name.

Y/N kept speaking, her voice soft as she massaged the cream into his skin.

"I tested this on myself the last few days, and I can confidently say that it’s successful. I can still refine the formula, but I think it’s good enough as it is."

He couldn’t help but look at her. Her eyes, her expression, the quiet determination in her voice. She was proud of what she had created, and yet there was that tiny flicker of uncertainty in her gaze. As if she were waiting for a reaction, for some sign that her work hadn’t been in vain.

Azriel felt the warmth spread beneath her touch. No burning. No pain. Just a subtle, pulsing warmth spreading beneath the scarred skin, as if something old, something long-rigid, was slowly loosening.

He didn’t know if it was the cream.

Or her.

A part of him wanted to say something. Wanted to find words for what was happening inside him, for the quiet pull in his chest that grew stronger the longer she touched him.

But instead, he just sat there. Felt. Allowed it. And maybe, maybe that was enough.

"I actually wanted to give this to you for Solstice."

Solstice.

She had made this for him. Not for a patient. Not for a mission. Not out of pure scientific interest.

For him.

Azriel swallowed, but his throat suddenly felt too dry to utter a single sound.

"But then everything with the incident and Rhys got in the way, and the cream wasn’t finished in time. And now I didn’t want to wait any longer and decided to give it to you now."

He couldn’t stop staring at her. Her voice was calm, a little hesitant, as if she wasn’t sure how he would react. "I always see how you rub your knuckles. And I know what it feels like when scar tissue rubs against certain spots."

His heart clenched. She had noticed.

The small, almost unconscious movements he made when the scarred skin on his fingers felt tight. How he often ran his thumb over it, sometimes without even realizing it.

"The cream won’t heal the scars, but it will ease the pain."

He heard her words, understood them but all he could do was continue to stare at her.

Y/N hesitated. Her eyes searched his, concern flickering in them.

"Are you okay, Azriel? Does it hurt? I can take it off immediately, I-"

She moved, reaching for a cloth, but his hand shot forward, gripping hers.

"No, no, no, no."

His voice was rough, urgent. He held her hand tighter than he intended as if he had to stop her from taking away this touch, this feeling, this moment.

"It doesn't hurt at all," he said quickly. "It feels quite nice, actually."

For a moment, silence stretched between them.

Then something in Y/N’s face softened, and a small, gentle smile flickered across her lips.

And Azriel … Azriel was suddenly no longer sure if it was really just the cream that felt so damn good.

Azriel slowly felt it, the tension in his hands easing.

He was used to his scars hurting, to the skin tightening when he curled his fingers into fists or gripped his blades for too long. He had never complained, had never really thought about the possibility that it could be different. It was just the way things were.

But now … Now, it felt as if something was loosening, as if the constant strain he had long stopped noticing was finally dissipating.

His grip on Y/N’s hand relaxed slightly, but he didn’t let go.

She didn’t seem to notice or if she did, she didn’t show it. Instead, she took a bit more of the cream onto her fingertips and began to treat his other hand with the same care.

As she massaged the salve in, she continued speaking, and her voice held that light, cheerful undertone he heard far too rarely.

"The mixture was enough for five small jars."

Azriel watched her, listening as her fingers glided gently over his skin.

"One jar was designed to make cuts heal much faster. Faster than even my magic could. It’s phenomenal! You can take it with you to your mission to heal smaller cuts yourself."

Her eyes sparkled as she spoke, and Azriel knew, this was her passion. Her research, her knowledge, the way she created things to help others.

"Then I used the second jar for my own testing, and this one is now the third." She lifted a finger at him with a mock-stern look. "You have to use it sparingly. I only have one more jar left."

Azriel huffed softly not in mockery, but in amusement. “You’re giving me something that works this well and then telling me to ration it?”

Y/N chuckled quietly as she worked the last remnants of the cream into his skin.

“The last jar, I refined it again with moon herbs, so it heals cuts. That way, I get more use out of it too.”

Azriel felt the warmth of her touch slowly fade as she pulled back, and his body almost protested the loss of it.

“And maybe,” she continued, “I can go back to Spring Court next year and look for the flower again. Then I can make even more.”

She sounded so determined, so certain that her work was far from over.

And Azriel…

Azriel had never wished so much for someone to just stay.

For someone to keep looking at him like that, to keep touching him like that, like he was worth caring for.

He moved his fingers cautiously, curling and uncurling his fist.

No pain.

Just warmth.

Just Y/N.

Since Azriel was still a little stunned and not saying anything, Y/N tilted her head playfully. “You’re really quiet. Is that a good sign? Or is the Shadowsinger having an existential crisis because someone actually made something for him?”

He let out an amused huff and just shook his head. “I’m just… surprised, that’s all.”

“Surprised that it works? Or surprised that I care about you?” She grinned mischievously, but her eyes studied him carefully.

He couldn’t hold her gaze for long, looking away instead, his fingers still flexing slightly. “Both.”

Y/N gently nudged his shoulder. “Idiot.”

He couldn’t help but laugh softly.

When Y/N finally closed the jar and stretched slightly, maybe a bit too abruptly after the long days at the House of Wind, her face twitched unconsciously.

Azriel, of course, noticed immediately.

“You’re exhausted.”

Y/N waved him off. “Just a little sore. Nothing I can’t handle.”

But Azriel didn’t think, he just acted.

Gently, almost hesitantly, he lifted a hand and placed it on her shoulder. His touch was careful, as if he was afraid she might pull away.

But she didn’t.

She only exhaled softly, like she was finally allowing herself to relax for the first time in days.

And Azriel realized he liked that feeling.

He didn’t pull his hand away immediately.

Y/N smiled at him, tired, but full of warmth.

“You should get some rest, Y/N.”

“I will. Just… let me sit here for a bit.”

And Azriel only nodded, like he understood without her needing to explain. He simply stayed with her. Maybe for a minute. Maybe longer. But it didn’t feel wrong. It felt just right.

Y/N rubbed her tired eyes and rolled her shoulders slightly. The long hours spent sitting, the intense focus on the smallest details of her salve it had all settled into her muscles.

Azriel watched her in silence for a moment before he decided to speak. “You should lie down for a bit.”

She blinked at him. “I’m fine, Az. Really.”

He simply raised a brow, clearly unconvinced. “Humor me. Just for a while.”

She sighed quietly, but before she could protest, he added, “I’ll get you something to eat. You haven’t eaten properly in days, have you?”

Y/N opened her mouth, then closed it again. Of course, he had noticed.

“You like the cinnamon-almond pastries from that café near the Sidra, right?” He looked at her calmly, like it was the most natural thing in the world that he knew this. “I can get you some.”

Y/N’s lips curled into a tired smile. “Az, you don’t have to—”

“I know I don’t have to. I want to.”

Something warm spread through her chest, but before she could say anything, he added with a light, almost mischievous glint in his eyes, “And if you lie down right now, close your eyes, and actually do what I say for once, I’ll even bring you that other pastry you always get.”

Y/N frowned slightly. “What other pastry?”

Azriel’s mouth twitched. “The one you think no one notices you buying, but I do.”

She blinked. Then shook her head in disbelief. “Of course you do. Spymaster and all.”

He shrugged, as if it was obvious.

She laughed softly. “Okay, fine. But only because you bribed me.”

“Good.”

Y/N stood up, intending to return to her own room, but Azriel stopped her with a gentle shake of his head. “Stay here. Just rest. I’ll be back soon.”

Something in his quiet voice, in the unspoken promise within it, made her pause.

Y/N slowly removed her boots and placed them neatly at the foot of the bed before sinking backward. Her limbs felt heavy as she pulled the blanket over herself, curling into the soft, familiar fabric.

The bed smelled like Azriel, like the space he so often occupied—cool, mysterious, but somehow comforting.

She let out a quiet, content sigh as she nestled in, pulling the blanket tighter around her shoulders. The day had been long, her eyes burned with exhaustion, and she felt utterly drained. But it was a good exhaustion, the kind that only asked for a moment of rest before diving back into the storm.

With one last glance at Azriel, who was still standing in the doorway, she grinned. “You better wake me only if the pastries are still warm. Otherwise, let me sleep. And don’t wake me unless it’s something really important.”

Azriel stared at her for a moment, his lips twitching into that mischievous smile she knew so well. He shook his head slightly, as if to say she could never hide anything from him. But then he simply nodded. “I won’t wake you. You rest. But if you sleep too long, I’ll eat all of them myself.”

Y/N laughed softly, already half-buried in the pillow. “You wouldn’t dare.”

Azriel only grinned and stepped back, closing the door quietly behind him. But as he took one last glance into the room, he couldn’t help but watch her how she curled up so peacefully under his blanket, how her features softened as if she was finally allowing herself to let go.

It was a moment of stillness, one just as unfamiliar to him as it was to her.

But before he could let himself dwell on it, he turned silently and left to bring her what she wanted.

Taglist: @princesssunderworld @tele86 @quiet-because-it-is-a-secret @rose-girls-world @iluvyewman-blog @gluecksbaerchieee @lreadsstuff

Want to be added? Let me know! :)

#acotar #acotar series #azriel #azriel acomaf #azriel acotar #azriel fanfic #azriel shadowsinger #azriel acotar series #azriel x reader #a court of thorns and roses #rhysand #acotar fanfic #cassian #rhysand acotar #cassian acotar #feyre #feyre acotar

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Steter Week 2025: Steter at the Cinema Prompts

This year we are trying something new: an overarching theme.

Steter at the Cinema

Each day’s prompt is a specific genre of film, complete with a short explanation of the genre, and some more detailed prompts that fit into that genre.

As always these prompts are just suggestions. Take them as literally as you like, use some element in your story, or ignore them all together. The goal is just to get a lot of wonderful Steter work into the world.

SUNDAY, JULY 27

ROMANTIC COMEDY: Romantic comedy, (or rom-com), focuses on lighthearted, humorous plot lines centered on romantic ideas, such as how true love is able to surmount all obstacles.

Did one of them just get dumped?

Did they have a meet-cute?

Are they the subject of a will-they-won’t-they bet with all of their friends?

Or are they the two side-characters in someone’s else’s love story?

MONDAY, JULY 28

HORROR: Horror is a genre that seeks to elicit physical or psychological fear by exploring dark subject matter and dealing with transgressive topics or themes. Broad elements include monsters, apocalyptic events, and religious or folk beliefs.

Are they dealing with the never-ending stream of monsters that come into Beacon Hills?

Does Peter live in a haunted house?

Are they being stalked by a killer?

Is one of them the killer?

TUESDAY, JULY 29

ACTION: Action is a genre that predominantly features chase sequences, fights, shootouts, explosions, and stunt work.

Are they on the run?

Is one of them a fugitive?

Are they into fast cars, or fast planes, or martial arts?

Are they on the hunt for megafauna or a rare treasure?

WEDNESDAY, JULY 30

SCIENCE FICTION: Science Fiction (or sci-fi) is a genre that uses speculative, fictional science-based depictions of phenomena that are not fully accepted by mainstream science, such as extraterrestrial lifeforms, spacecraft, robots, cyborgs, mutants, interstellar travel, time travel, or other technologies.

Are they in space?

Did someone experiment a little too hard and create something new?

Has the world ended?

Is one of them a robot?

THURSDAY, JULY 31

INDIE: Indie movies are not a genre in themselves; rather, they are characterized by a distinctive attitude about telling stories that might not fit within the mainstream studio system, exploring unconventional themes, and embracing the freedom to take artistic risks.

Do they live in a small quirky town?

Does one of them only talk in quotes?

Is Stiles a manic pixie dream boy?

Does Peter have some obscure obsession that is taking over his life?

FRIDAY, AUGUST 1

FANTASY: Fantasy is a genre with fantastic themes, usually magic, supernatural events, mythology, folklore, or exotic fantasy worlds.

Is one of them a mythological creature?

Do they live in the fairy realm?

Does Stiles actually have magic powers?

What if any of the lore on the show actually made sense?

SATURDAY, AUGUST 2

CROSSOVER/FUSION/AU: A work in which two or more fandoms are combined in some way. A Fusion or AU may transplant a given source work's characters to a radically different setting, shift the genre in which their adventures occur, and/or alter one or more of their professions, goals, or backstories.

Write Steter into your favorite film plot.

Are they suddenly fully living out the plot to Point Break with Peter as a criminal/surfer and Stiles as an FBI agent?

Do they have Daemons?

What if they met the characters of your favorite film?

Are they now hanging out at Empire Records on Rex Manning Day with everyone else?

Check our our visual prompts here.

Fin

#steter week 2025 #steter week #steter #writing prompts #stiles x peter #teen wolf events

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everythingisamazing · 3 months ago

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I was thinking about the anomaly and why things associated with it look the way they do. Especially the scene inside Warwicks mind has a really organic, almost fleshy feel to it. So I crafted a little theory of how the arcane, and by proxy Viktor represents the organic/chaos and Jayce represents the artificial/order (and vice versa, cause they always mirror eachother anyways) This theme mostly shown visually throughout the show and I believe, one time hinted at when Viktor mentions "The sublime intersection between order and chaos." Let's start with THE visual metaphor for order in the show, which is, of course the gear. Why? Because a gear is by default something that does not occur in nature - it's man made, a symbol for tech, machines, and progress. It most prominently appears here:

So when Jinx shoots the cannon into the council chamber, she literally smashes the "order", represented by the gear of the council table, which is later repaired with gold, showing how things can be fixed, but are forever changed by said chaos. I also found it really interesting, that when Viktor and Jayce are floating, Jayce is the one that playfully pushes a gear through the magic - which, at this point, does not corrupt it, showing how the artificial and the organic are in harmony at that moment. Later, Viktor remembers Jayce by the gear, that has by then become corrupted, and when he gets shot, rolls out of his hand, symbolizing the loss of the last remaining piece of this fusion. On the other hand, the corruption of the anomaly has by this point literally become a piece of jayce - and his hammer, formerly artificial and orderly, has been changed into what resembles a butterfly (again, chaos & nature)

Which brings me to the visual representation in their physical appearance: Jayce starts out quite clean looking. His hair, his white coat, the almost geometric lines - everything is perfectly orderly. I also think his proficiency as a tool maker plays into associating him with artificiality and order - literally bending things into shape by force. The gear also appears behind him on the men of progress mug.

Viktor on the other hand is physically impacted by the (cruel) chaos of the natural world - his body is twisted, asymmetrical and also, dying. I think his whole arc in Season 1 has many moments showing how death is inseparable from the natural world - it is, as Singed points out, part of his subjects. I think the colour palette is also important - the hexcore is purple and black, representing death, while the anomaly is very colourful, representing life or maybe even chaos. Both are linked together by this web like structure, that ties in the organic aspect.

Arcane wouldn't be Arcane if things didn't get mixed up at some point. I think chaos, while not manifesting physically in the beginning, was always part of Jayces mind, while Viktor in his, always wished for order/control over his own body. Commune Viktor sort of exists in an in between state - all the imagery surrounding him is very organic - while his body has become hardened and artificial (by Jayces hand no less). The further he gets in the glorious evolution, the more machine like his body becomes - while Mage Viktor seems to have again embraced the organic, as can be seen by the landscapes that surround him.

Overall, I think it's really interesting how the show visually plays with those two elements and making a point of fusing them together many times, in a way that sometimes appears harmonious (aka the commune) but ultimately is doomed to fall apart.

I think even more than chaos and order, it also represents science and nature - how one tries to shape the other, but can ultimately only go so far. If Hextech is the attempt to fuse them, then real Magic transcends them - just like Viktor and Jayce visually fuse together in pieces throughout the show, but then finally transcend together. Updated: I just found another interesting example of this, in this shot. On the left you can see Skys notebook (containing plans to clean the Undercitys air using plants) - contrasted with the plans for hextech weapons and again, the man of progress mug on the right.

#jayce x viktor #jayvik #viktor arcane #arcane analysis #arcane meta #jayce arcane #arcane #viktor nation #jayvik meta #is this anything?#I think i want to do a colour analysis next #like whats up with the gold

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gryphonlover · 1 year ago

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Linked Universe AU Directory

Anyway, I didn't put every single AU on this thing. I do not have the time and energy for that because there's over 600 LU works tagged as alternate universes on Ao3. I did follow some general guidelines when I was deciding which works to add, the most important one being that the AU had to be more than just canon divergence and had to affect all the characters equally. Feel free to add onto this post, if you think something is missing.

Link to the Ao3 Collection

Age Swap | Age Shuffle AU

Apocalypse - Unspecified | Brothers In Arms

Apocalypse - Zombies | Autolysis

Apocalypse - Zombies | LU Zombie AU

Fae | Across the River

Fae | Flower Garden

Fae | From Open Seas, to Dark Tangled Depths

Folklore | If You Thought This Was Gonna Have a Cool Title, You Obviously Don't Know Me

Fusion - Alice's Adventures in Wonderland | Hyrule's Adventures in Wonderland

Fusion - Among Us | Good Riddance

Fusion - Atlantis: The Lost Empire | The Sage's Journal

Fusion - Big Hero 6 | Fierce Hero 9

Fusion - Captain America: Civil War | United We Stand, Divided We Fall

Fusion - Dungeons & Dragons | LU x DnD Crossover

Fusion - Full House | Full House AU

Fusion - Lethal Company | Linked Company AU

Fusion - Lethal Company | Linked Universe AU: Lethal Company

Fusion - Mad Max | And the World Ends Again

Fusion - Monstrous Regiment | Linked Regiment

Fusion - Nailed It! | You Really Nailed it Right There, Buddy!

Fusion - Pokémon | LU Pokémon AU

Fusion - Pride and Prejudice | Pride and Prejudice but it's a Fair-Play Whodunnit

Fusion - Tangled | LU Tangled AU

Fusion - The Hunger Games | LU Hunger Games AU

Fusion - The Incredibles | Linked Universe Incredibles AU

Fusion - The Secret World of Arrietty | The Secret World of Wild and Twilight

Fusion - Spirited Away | One Summer's Day

Fusion - Star Wars | Tales of Courage from Across the Galaxy

Fusion - Warrior Cats | Faronclan AU

Gods & Goddesses | And the Universe Said "I Love You"

Heist | Heist AU

Historical - 1800s | City of Light and Dark

Historical - Supernatural | 1931

Science Fiction - Space Crew | Linked Nexus

Mermaids | Flared Fins

Miscellaneous - Disability | Shatterproof

Miscellaneous - Intrigue | Castle Intrigue

Miscellaneous - Magic | We Could be Immortals

Miscellaneous - Unspecified | Eyes Wide Open

Miscellaneous - Unspecified | Manus Lupus

Modern | Adoption AU

Modern | Barking Up the Wrong Tree (At Least We're Barking Together)

Modern | In the Heart of Hyrule

Modern | LU Modern AU

Modern | Modern Zeldas AU

Modern | Ranch House AU

Modern | The Many Realities of the Hero Spirit and Modern Living

Modern | The Roadtrip AU

Modern | The Weather Outside is Frightful

Modern - Actors | Linked Universe Actor AU

Modern - Coffeeshop/Café | Looking for Group

Modern - College/University | All You Need to Know

Modern - College/University | Linked University

Modern - College/University | Oh No, They're Theater Kids Now

Modern - College/University | RIP

Modern - Emergency Services | Of Officers and Stuffed Elephants

Modern - Farm | Fresh from the Farm

Modern - Ghost Hunters | A Haunting in Hyrule

Modern - Healthcare | How to Save a Life

Modern - Healthcare | LU in Healthcare

Modern - Magic | Everything but Blood

Modern - Magic | Family is Made of...

Modern - Magic | Maybe Human

Modern - Magic | Summer Camp Lon!

Modern - Magic | The Chain that Binds Us

Modern - Magic | Wild's Magic Shop AU

Modern - Monsters | Here There Be Monsters

Modern - Movie Theater | There's a Remlit... Loose in the Theater!

Modern - Music Camp | Linked Repertoire

Modern - Newsroom | BSX: Hyrule SatellaNews

Modern - Newsroom | Professions and Professionals

Modern - Office | Linked Corporations

Modern - Opera | Opera House AU

Modern - Retail | The Hot Topic Debate

Modern - Retail | What Goes Down at Festival Foods

Monsters | Seelies and Selkies

Murder Mystery | How to Kill a God

Post-Nuclear War | Chain Reaction

Royalty | I'll Be There

Royalty | Royal Links AU

Royalty | Lost Prince AU Part 1 & Lost Prince AU Part 2

Royalty | You and Me Aglow

Soulmates - Platonic | Marks on Your Body, Marks on Your Soul

Soulmates - Romantic | Castle Town Coffee Shop

Vigilantes | Empty Streets Full of Life

Vigilantes | We Will Find You, Wherever You Are

Wings | Four's a Dad!?

Wings | Wings AU

Wings | Wing Bois

#gryphon reads #fanfiction #linked universe #alternate universe #au #directory #lu fic recs

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probablyasocialecologist · 9 months ago

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AI will never “solve” climate change. Even if OpenAI successfully builds an AGI tomorrow, it will never, under any circumstances, produce any kind of magic bullet that will “fix” the climate crisis. Look, this is not that hard. Even without AGI, we already know what we have to do. We do not need a complex and all-knowing artificial intelligence to understand that we generate too many carbon emissions with our cars, power plants, buildings, and factories, and we need to use less fossil fuels and more renewable energy. The tricky part—the only part that matters in this rather crucial decade for climate action—is implementation. As impressive as GPT technology or the most state of the art diffusion models may be, they will never, god willing, “solve” the problem of generating what is actually necessary to address climate change: Political will. Political will to break the corporate power that has a stranglehold on energy production, to reorganize our infrastructure and economies accordingly, to push out oil and gas. Even if an AGI came up with a flawless blueprint for building cheap nuclear fusion plants—pure science fiction—who among us thinks that oil and gas companies would readily relinquish their wealth and power and control over the current energy infrastructure? Even that would be a struggle, and AGI’s not going to doing anything like that anytime soon, if at all. Which is why the “AI will solve climate change” thinking is not merely foolish but dangerous—it’s another means of persuading otherwise smart people that immediate action isn’t necessary, that technological advancements are a trump card, that an all hands on deck effort to slash emissions and transition to proven renewable technologies isn’t necessary right now. It’s techno-utopianism of the worst kind; the kind that saps the will to act.

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The idea that AI can “solve climate change” is what the critic Lewis Mumford would have called a magnificent bribe—a lofty promise or function that encourages us to adopt a tech product despite its otherwise obvious harmful costs. It is of AI’s greatest predicted benefits, to help us overlook its proven harms, to paraphrase Dan McQuillan. Because right now, on net, it’s clear that AI is only adding to our already significant carbon burden.

11 October 2024

#climate change #ai #artificial intelligence

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blueishspace · 2 months ago

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Majorstatz/Tobias

Components:

Smajor1995/Scott + Bigbst4tz2/BigB

Notes:

He/Him.

Stable somewhat, certainly not a fusion I ever expected to meet though.

Definitely uncommon, that's for sure, mostly because of how little Scott's and BigB's lives overlap. But them existing at all is still surprising.

He seems to have taken Pearl under his wing?? For some reason??

Cleo also hates them, apparently Tobias believes himself to be both Gaslight and Gatekeep and has basically kicked them out of the trio. Scott insists that It's not true and BigB is not going to ever replace them. I really don't care about pointless fusion drama.

Also fused in Wild Life and that fusion lasted a WHILE. Apparently their whole creaking body/heart connection made their fusion extra stable. More research is needed.

Personally though. I. Don't like them. They are unbearably confusing. BigB made me question reality once or twice but the few times I've met Tobias...

If you ask him a question you'll almost never get a straight answer and when you do get some kind of answer there's a fifty fifty that It's going to be a lie.

Whatever answer you do get though It's definitely going to be interesting, almost magic, you could make a science of trying to understand him.

And while It's hard to get anything from him he seems to have knowledge of everything. Even things he shouldn't know. He once made a watcher symbol at me and then smirked, I don't know what he knows and I'm worried..

-Grian's notes on fusion, page 2.

#bigbst4tz2 #scott smajor #bigb #traffic smp #Mergeverse mcyt #Grians notes on fusion

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tesrvenkodria | culture

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✧˖*°࿐the national culture of tesrvenkodria

*ೃ༄core values & identity

𓂃 ࣪˖ ִֶָꪆৎ aura as identity:

the aura is not just a source of power—it’s a spiritual fingerprint, a birthright, and a social lens. while discrimination based on aura color or rarity has significantly declined in modern times, historic reverence remains. people often refer to their aura as their “soullight.” fused or rare hues like gold, adularescent silver, or prism-shift tones are still respectfully admired, even if not worshiped.

historically, aura color and strength once determined social status. those with rare tones—like gold, adularescent silver, or triple-aura fusions—were often elevated to elite roles. but in the modern day, while rare auras are still revered, there's a strong cultural push toward equity of mastery rather than raw power. a skilled blue aura user (e.g., water affinity) can command more respect than an undisciplined white-aura prodigy.

𓂃 ࣪˖ ִֶָꪆৎ spirituality without religion:

the culture is deeply spiritual, but not religious in a traditional deity-worship sense. people revere the leylines, the living world, and their personal aura “thread” as part of a greater universal pattern. meditation, aura-harmonizing rituals, and mana sanctums are widespread.

დ࿐ ‎˗ˋ social greeting & etiquette: ꪆৎ 𓂃 › common greeting: “may your colors shine true.” ꪆৎ 𓂃 › farewell: “walk in balance.” ꪆৎ 𓂃 › when meeting someone new, it’s respectful to place your hand over your sternum (where aura concentrates) and bow slightly—an acknowledgment of the soul within. ꪆৎ 𓂃 › it's considered invasive to ask about someone’s full aura composition unless you're close.

*ೃ༄gender identity & social hierarchy

𓂃 ࣪˖ ִֶָꪆৎ gender & aura perception gender expression is diverse and culturally fluid. because aura presence often supersedes gender in spiritual and social status, society emphasizes the "tone of soul" over body. pronoun flexibility and neutral honorifics like “Vas” (Mx equivalent) are normalized. aura tone shifts during puberty or trauma are seen as part of one’s identity evolution, not abnormalities. 𓂃 ࣪˖ ִֶָꪆৎ family & kinship family is often extended and fluid, based more on aura compatibility and oath-binding than genetics. it’s common to “bind families” through ceremonial links—adoption or political marriages that also blend aura traditions. 𓂃 ࣪˖ ִֶָꪆৎ women in society highly represented in aura scholarship, judiciary courts, elite military units (especially sniper corps and diviner-pilots), and politics. matrilineal naming traditions exist in many rural areas, especially among powerful aura lineages. 𓂃 ࣪˖ ִֶָꪆৎ military & public respect veterans are treated with deep respect—memorial gardens include aura-shard shrines that pulse with fallen soldiers’ last known colors. public service is honorable, with aura medics and peacekeepers seen as national guardians. 𓂃 ࣪˖ ִֶָꪆৎ non-aura users though they don't command magic, non-aura users are integral in science, infrastructure, farming, politics, and civil law. many are skilled in aura tech engineering and diagnostics. a common phrase: “No light burns without the lantern-maker.” 𓂃 ࣪˖ ִֶָꪆৎ education & career people are encouraged to explore careers aligned with their aura affinities, though cross-disciplinary work is celebrated. schools offer aura-based tracks, and changing one's life path after an “aura shift” is normal.

*ೃ༄cuisine & food culture

𓂃 ࣪˖ ִֶָꪆৎ mana-charged ingredients foods are often grown in ley-enhanced soil or through aura-farming. fruits like starplums, pulsegrapes, and lucent melons glow faintly and taste stronger during different aura seasons.

დ࿐ ‎˗ˋ aura-infused cooking cuisine is both a nutritional and magical experience. spices and cooking methods are selected based on aura compatibility. aura chefs are a professional class who understand how mana interacts with ingredients. ꪆৎ 𓂃 › ley-grilled meats: charged over crystals that retain specific aura types (e.g., storm-charged steak for air-aligned soldiers). ꪆৎ 𓂃 › mana dumplings: soft steamed pockets filled with nutrient-rich grains, sometimes used in coming-of-age rituals. ꪆৎ 𓂃 › starpetal syrups: used in desserts, both as flavoring and mild aura enhancement.

დ࿐ ‎˗ˋ national dishes include: ꪆৎ 𓂃 › soulroot stew: made with mana tubers, silvergrain, and grilled Skybleat meat. comfort food. ꪆৎ 𓂃 › mistfire dumplings: popular street food with fillings that reflect the eater’s primary aura (sold with infused sauces). ꪆৎ 𓂃 › crysteel bread: shimmers faintly, popular among working-class laborers. provides mild aura restoration. ꪆৎ 𓂃 › leytea: herbal beverage brewed with wispgrass and heartmoss, often served during serious talks or mourning. said to calm fraying auras. ꪆৎ 𓂃 › silvergrain bread: daily food that glows faintly. sold in dozens of local variants. ꪆৎ 𓂃 › lusterfruit wine: alcoholic beverage brewed from shimmering fruit harvested at leyline intersections. ꪆৎ 𓂃 › skyroot tea: calming infusion known to rebalance frayed mana threads.

𓂃 ࣪˖ ִֶָꪆৎ dining traditions: eating together is deeply symbolic. families light an aura lamp in the center of the table before the first bite. In some households, meals begin with a silent centering to “settle the colors.”

*ೃ༄fashion & appearance

დ࿐ ‎˗ˋ everyday fashion: most people dress in ways that reflect or complement their aura colors. clothing is often color-shifting, tone-reactive, or imbued with passive aura threads (not magic-enhancing, just responsive). aura-aware fashion allows the fabric to shimmer, warm, or shift slightly in intensity depending on emotional state—considered both practical and expressive. most garments are layered, flowy, and asymmetrical, blending traditional silhouettes with high-tech fabrics. embroidery often depicts leyline maps or historical glyphs. ꪆৎ 𓂃 › warm-toned auras (red, gold, orange): often wear strong geometric lines, bronze/gold accents, short-sleeved tunics, or arm bands. ꪆৎ 𓂃 › cool-toned auras (blue, violet, silver): tend to wear layered fabrics, cloaks, belts, and longer coats. ꪆৎ 𓂃 › nature-linked auras (green, brown, iridescent): prefer biodegradable fabrics with vinework motifs or cloaks grown from mana-infused fibers. 𓂃 ࣪˖ ִֶָꪆৎ form & function: clothing is modular, especially for aura-users, allowing flexibility for combat, ritual, or emergency surges. wraps, belts, and layered cuts are common. urban youth culture favors asymmetry, integrated tech-wear, and accessories coded to aura stability (bracelets that pulse when you're emotionally overwhelmed, etc.). 𓂃 ࣪˖ ִֶָꪆৎ cultural garments: traditional robes and sashes denoting aura lineage are still worn during rites of passage, aura training milestones, and court hearings. the number of visible tones in a garment’s dye is often symbolic. 𓂃 ࣪˖ ִֶָꪆৎ hair & accessories: hair dye that reacts to aura is popular among youth. piercings often use polished ley-metal. necklaces may contain aura crystals bonded to personal resonance. non-aura users sometimes wear tone charms to reflect their emotional state. Jewelry is deeply symbolic. crystals keyed to one’s aura are worn as pendants or beads. tattooing with aura-reactive ink is also popular—some families even keep hereditary ink recipes.

*ೃ༄festivals & celebrations

𓂃 ࣪˖ ִֶָꪆৎ tonefall festival: celebrates when someone undergoes a major aura shift (ex. lightening of tone, unlocking secondary hue, evolution to metallic or fused aura). families host tonefall feasts, wear color-themed attire, and invite aura monks to offer blessings. 𓂃 ࣪˖ ִֶָꪆৎ solstice of stars (midwinter) a major cultural holiday where all aura-users light candles in colors matching their aura. sky lanterns are released with handwritten intentions. originated as a way to affirm life during the Cataclysm era. 𓂃 ࣪˖ ִֶָꪆৎ prismveil week commemorates the historical moment the first fused-aura user saved the leyline collapse. it’s a week-long celebration with parades, light shows, artistic exhibitions, and storytelling contests. 𓂃 ࣪˖ ִֶָꪆৎ prism solstice (summer) – a celebration of fusion auras. sky lanterns are released, each tinted with personal aura hues. 𓂃 ࣪˖ ִֶָꪆৎ waking colors (spring equinox) – marks the aura evolution season. Young adults undergo rites of passage. 𓂃 ࣪˖ ִֶָꪆৎ the still bloom (midwinter) – a quiet, meditative festival for those grieving aura shifts due to trauma or loss. 𓂃 ࣪˖ ִֶָꪆৎ gleamday – annual national holiday where families light aura torches and recount personal evolution stories. 𓂃 ࣪˖ ִֶָꪆৎ founding of the ley accord – historical festival marking the agreement that created balance between the military, magical, and civilian branches.

*ೃ༄education, media, & art

𓂃 ࣪˖ ִֶָꪆৎ aura education: all children undergo aura testing at age 7. specialized schools branch students into tech, arts, law, or combat depending on their affinity and interest. balanced education is encouraged; a fire-aura child might also study healing or composition.

𓂃 ࣪˖ ִֶָꪆৎ modern media: films and novels often center on aura mystery, court intrigue, leyline disasters, or coming-of-age rituals. holo-theaters use embedded aura projectors for fully immersive performances.

დ࿐ ‎˗ˋ popular art styles: ꪆৎ 𓂃 › prismcalligraphy: painting with aura-infused ink on crystal-paper. ꪆৎ 𓂃 › ley-weaving: weaving mana-threads into textiles that “sing” with aura tones. ꪆৎ 𓂃 › echo dance: modern street performance blending combat, projection, and mana music.

*ೃ༄art, music & cultural expression

𓂃 ࣪˖ ִֶָꪆৎ visual arts: painting is often done with mana-dyed ink, which shifts subtly over time. canvases are layered with auric silk that reacts to viewers’ auras, creating personalized visual experiences. sculpture is favored in cities, with statues that channel leyflow and resonate.

დ࿐ ‎˗ˋ music: musicians play aura-threaded instruments, such as: ꪆৎ 𓂃 › threnalis: a string instrument that hums in harmony with ambient mana ꪆৎ 𓂃 › windweaver flutes: used in festivals to guide tone shifts ꪆৎ 𓂃 › pulse drums: played by multiple people whose auras synchronize the rhythm 𓂃 ࣪˖ ִֶָꪆৎ aura performances, called chroma concerts, are immersive experiences where auras are projected in concert with music, creating visual symphonies.

𓂃 ࣪˖ ִֶָꪆৎ storytelling & literature: spoken word and epic poetry remain honored. Stories are often passed down through “aura glyph recitals,” where voice, aura projection, and gesture weave together myth and truth.

*ೃ༄aura etiquette & spirituality

𓂃 ࣪˖ ִֶָꪆৎ aura control = respect: control of aura tone and stability is a virtue. outbursts of uncontrolled magic, even accidentally, are seen as undisciplined (or dangerous). spiritual maturity is often measured by how well one carries their aura. 𓂃 ࣪˖ ִֶָꪆৎ monasteries & shrines: still important today. people visit prism monasteries on major decisions, rites of passage, or tone evolutions. priests and seers help interpret aura shifts during emotional turning points. 𓂃 ࣪˖ ִֶָꪆৎ aura synchronicity rituals: close friends or lovers may perform soul-harmonics, where auras are aligned in ritual and timed breath. it’s a mark of trust and deep emotional awareness.

*ೃ༄urban vs rural life

𓂃 ࣪˖ ִֶָꪆৎ urban cities (e.g. caelenport, varinspire): densely aura-charged, filled with tech infrastructure. aura trains, public ley-sinks, hologram billboards, floating platforms, high political density. fashion-forward. the younger generation is more relaxed about tone-based etiquette. many fusion auras and “third-wave” art. 𓂃 ࣪˖ ִֶָꪆৎ rural provinces (e.g. caerlynne, solavar): more traditional aura practices. communal rituals and seasonal aura farming dominate. the birth of aura is celebrated like a harvest. rural youth still take part in aura duels and honor-rites.

*ೃ༄language, slang & sayings

𓂃 ࣪˖ ִֶָꪆৎ “colorblind fool” – an insult implying someone’s missing obvious aura cues. 𓂃 ࣪˖ ִֶָꪆৎ “to bleed color” – means to reveal deep emotion or vulnerability. 𓂃 ࣪˖ ִֶָꪆৎ “light-struck” – slang for someone dazzled by love or awe. 𓂃 ࣪˖ ִֶָꪆৎ “threadwalker” – a compliment for someone with deep insight or vision. 𓂃 ࣪˖ ִֶָꪆৎ “muted hues” – describes someone in grief, recovery, or illness.

✧˖*°࿐culture by provinces

✧ VEREDENE – The Heart of Harmony

ꪆৎ 𓂃 › fashion: refined and dignified. robes, jackets, and formalwear incorporate aura-reactive embroidery that shifts tone based on the wearer’s emotional state. politicians and scholars wear ceremonial collars called Solbands. ꪆৎ 𓂃 › cuisine: herb-forward, clean dishes. glazed river fish, garden greens infused with tone-balancing mana, leyline-spring teas. ꪆৎ 𓂃 › art & music: political murals, kinetic sculptures using balanced mana cores, orchestral music with aura-vibrating crystal harps. ꪆৎ 𓂃 › social norms: formal, tactful, highly educated populace. politeness is sacred. public debates and academic salons are common.

✧ THALMERA – The Frozen Sentinel

ꪆৎ 𓂃 › fashion: heavy-layered wool and spectralweave cloaks that shimmer faintly under aurora skies. functional, often bearing clan symbols. ꪆৎ 𓂃 › cuisine: hearty root-based meals. spectral elk stew, crystal berry preserves, salted glacierfish. warm mana drinks brewed with glowing snowroot. ꪆৎ 𓂃 › art & music: ice-sculpting is an artform; songs are chanted slowly in harmony with leyline pulses. ꪆৎ 𓂃 › social norms: stoic and loyal. storytelling over bonfires is sacred, especially during ley-glow events. valor and silence are equally respected.

✧ TIRVENREACH – Forge of Flame

ꪆৎ 𓂃 › fashion: fire-resistant leathers, thick cloth, and metal-threaded scarves called flarebands. black, red, bronze are dominant colors. ꪆৎ 𓂃 › cuisine: smoky and spicy. lava-roasted meats, ember-bread, and heatroot ale. ꪆৎ 𓂃 › art & music: metalwork art, aura-forged blades as sculpture. music is percussive—drums, anvils, molten gongs. ꪆৎ 𓂃 › social norms: respect is earned through skill, not rank. dueling rituals resolve personal conflict. apprentice-master dynamics are sacred.

✧ OSTELIA – The Mistshrouded Vale

ꪆৎ 𓂃 › fashion: flowing, layered robes of translucent spectral silk, sometimes floating with enchantments. diviners wear veils or eye-gems. ꪆৎ 𓂃 › cuisine: light, herbal. mistfruits, lakefish smoked over leywood, dreamcap mushroom broths. ꪆৎ 𓂃 › art & music: watercolor-style spellcraft, light magic woven into tapestries. music is airy, featuring flutes, chimes, and harmonics. ꪆৎ 𓂃 › social norms: spiritually inclined. hospitality is ritualized. divination services are honored and protected by law.

✧ CAERLYNNE – The Breadbasket of the Nation

ꪆৎ 𓂃 › fashion: simple and breathable, reinforced with dustguard enchantments. farmers wear aura-sun hats to reflect leylight. ꪆৎ 𓂃 › cuisine: grain-heavy meals. aura-charged honeybread, skycorn stews, leywater cider. ꪆৎ 𓂃 › art & music: agricultural murals, festival masks, and tone-carved whistles. music is rhythmic, perfect for dancing in fields. ꪆৎ 𓂃 › social norms: generous and practical people. aura festivals mark planting and harvest. “sharing bread” is a sacred act.

✧ SOLAVAR – Land of the Duelist Spirit

ꪆৎ 𓂃 › fashion: structured, high-collared uniforms and sleeveless jackets. combatwear often doubles as formalwear. ꪆৎ 𓂃 › cuisine: grilled, seasoned meats with mana-forged salts. combat tea rituals before sparring are common. ꪆৎ 𓂃 › art & music: battle dance is an artform; performance duels are public entertainment. string instruments mimic fighting rhythms. ꪆৎ 𓂃 › social norms: honor-bound. challenges are formal and respected. children are trained in aura discipline from youth.

✧ BRAVESSET – Where Sea Meets Spell

ꪆৎ 𓂃 › fashion: loose robes, mana-threaded sails used for cloaks. nautical jewelry made of coral, spectral pearls, or shark bone. ꪆৎ 𓂃 › cuisine: raw and steamed seafood with tidal spices. enchanted sea kelp used to boost aura clarity. ꪆৎ 𓂃 › art & music: tidal dance and net-weaving are performance arts. Instruments include sea drums and kelp-string lyres. ꪆৎ 𓂃 › social norms: explorative and lively. portside “color duels” (aural sparring for art) are legal entertainment.

✧ ESHARAL – Jungle of Breaths and Beasts

ꪆৎ 𓂃 › fashion: lightweight, breathable robes with vinespun threads. tattoos often infused with minor glamour. ꪆৎ 𓂃 › cuisine: fruit-based dishes, aura-charged elixirs, medicinal broths. beast protein is ritualized. ꪆৎ 𓂃 › art & music: illusion art is popular; dancers use scent-magic and glowdust. music includes flutes, hand drums, and growl-based tones. ꪆৎ 𓂃 › social norms: healers are revered. deep empathy and emotional honesty are cultural pillars. conversations often include touch or scent.

✧ GRISWYN – The Mind’s Forge

ꪆৎ 𓂃 › fashion: muted tones, functional academic garb. scribes wear aura-lenses or monocles. ꪆৎ 𓂃 › cuisine: leygrain pastries, smoked mana fish, focus-enhancing teas. ꪆৎ 𓂃 › art & music: symbolic wood carvings, crystal mobiles. music is often solo—a ritual to focus aura. ꪆৎ 𓂃 › social norms: knowledge is the highest currency. aural etiquette is strict in scholarly circles. Silence is golden.

✧ ISENHAR – Storm-Winds Sovereign

ꪆৎ 𓂃 › fashion: tight-fitted skyweave suits. pilots wear capes that shift color with pressure altitude. ꪆৎ 𓂃 › cuisine: salty, smoked foods. thunderfruit jams, windroot stews, rainbread. ꪆৎ 𓂃 › art & music: weather-activated murals, kites with glowing trails, aerial acrobatics. music includes hornblasts and wind chimes. ꪆৎ 𓂃 › social norms: fast-paced, thrill-seeking. youth test wind-magic skill through glider races or storm dancing.

✧ VIREWYN – The Fog-Watchers

ꪆৎ 𓂃 › fashion: camouflaged cloaks, aura-dampening fabrics. spy sigils hidden in lining. ꪆৎ 𓂃 › cuisine: simple but sharp. bitter greens, tangy stews, fermented mana milk. ꪆৎ 𓂃 › art & music: secret messages hidden in paintings, music as code. dagger-dance is a regional performance. ꪆৎ 𓂃 › social norms: privacy and precision. secrets are respected. “a sharp word is deadlier than a dull blade.”

✧ ZARENTHIA – The Labyrinth Below

ꪆৎ 𓂃 › fashion: urban tactical styles. high-collar, layered robes with hidden enchantments. ꪆৎ 𓂃 › cuisine: dense, exotic fare. desertfruit roasts, flame-brewed coffee, sand-spice. ꪆৎ 𓂃 › art & music: industrial neon calligraphy, echo-synth music in ley-tech clubs. ꪆৎ 𓂃 › social norms: competitive and expressive. magical inventors are folk heroes. pacts and duels are digital and binding.

Note: unlike haiqin, I didn't go into too much detail about every province as I could because I didn't feel like it and realized it would take too long, so... plus this is a more ig story/lore-based dr??? idk

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