#indigo masterpost

[koukaaa-descent]

info post for indigo

I am using this format to organize my thoughts about him and just generally solidify my idea of him. yippee.,, this will probably be edited every once and a while so that I can add/remove stuff.. huzzah

Indigo is about 6’3 although he hunches over slightly, mainly to be more comfortable with his stature because of his peculiar anatomy. Seems to be (physically) around the age of thirty, but it’s very hard to tell since it’s not as if he retains enough human features to compare examples of age. You’d have more luck trying to compare him age-wise to a Bracken.

He is technically undead. Kind of a Frankenstein’s monster situation. The company stitches people and creatures together and ‘programs’ them so that they collect scrap and willingly die. It’s not an easy process, and a lot of individuals fall through the cracks and get thrown into it all with free will. Most of the time, those individuals simply go along with the flow. A majority of the time none of them actually remember anything before their placement with a crew, and thus rarely find the motivation to defy, abandon or otherwise act in ways unsavory to the company. A select few have ever actually been willing to do so, often with little results.

Since the scanner messes with memory with use and he’s unsure of when he was ‘revived’ or if he was even alive beforehand, as far as Indigo knows, he is 53 days old at the time of his death. A certain member of his original crew knew otherwise, but died before anything could be said about it.

Indigo is curious, apathetic towards other people, and empathetic towards creatures. He regards other humanoids as a person might regard strange animals; he knows that they are like him in theory, but he simply separates himself from them.

Indigo ‘matures’ extremely quickly. The average lifetime of a scrapper is usually around two weeks. He manages to live for about a month and a half, a record unseen before.

Indigo is ‘born’ into a cruel, short world. He acts accordingly. In his short lifetime he is only able to recognize Monsoon as family just before his death—after Monsoon, too, has died. Before then, he views Monsoon as a strange creature, and is unsure of why such fondness lingers so deeply.

Indigo struggles to recognize emotions and has varyingly successful attempts to put a name to them as he feels them. The most knowledge he has of emotion was originally learned from his first crew, who died within his first week of life. Two of them died because of his actions. The third died attempting to protect him from a Masked early on—on the first day. Indigo does not mourn them.

Indigo was ‘born’ understanding how to speak, read, and write. However, he cannot sing. His vocal cords cannot handle extended held notes. (Totally unrelated to this—he is able to mimic some stuff with unnerving accuracy. A few examples would be a Snare Flea’s shriek, the sound a Masked makes as they convert another individual, and an Eyeless Dog’s breathing.)

Indigo, while fairly humanoid, has varyingly strange features beneath the suit. White eyes (entirely, without a glow, sort of glassy), short & curly hair, varying patches of scales as well as very short talons. They extend from the bone of his fingertips and do not function well as claws (think passerines). His legs are just barely digigrade in a way that makes walking ache constantly, as his shoes do not fit very well for his unique situation. Indigo prefers to stand on the pads of his feet rather than his heel, seeing as he has more support and his bone structure is significantly more comfortable like that.

Indigo named himself.

While he/him pronouns are preferred, Indigo does not mind being referred to with it/its, or they/them. He is first and foremost separated from humanity. (need to emphasize this later)

He struggles with verbal speech, and occasionally lisps because of his teeth. Where molars should be, fangs were; it created a rather terrible problem regarding speaking and just existing. He bites the inside of his cheeks and his tongue a lot.

Indigo has an extended tailbone. This means; extremely short tail. As in, just a tiny wiggly pointed nub that isn’t even visible if he doesn’t pull his shirt up over it.

The relationship between Indigo and Monsoon is entirely platonic. Indigo himself has no perceived notion of social stereotypes regarding physical touch and intimacy, and does not care much about public displays of affection.

Indigo is extremely sensitive to light, likely as a result of whatever entities the Company ripped parts from in order to create him. This creates some odd scenarios (ex. getting flash banged might actually outright blind him for up to seven minutes, pointing a flashlight at his face without warning will have the standard effect of a flash bang minus the deafening for a short duration, he cannot stay outdoors without his helmet as the sunlight forces him to squint, etc.)

If I had to give percentages, I’d say that Indigo is 20% human, 70% entity (stuff taken from standard entities), and 10% ‘where the fuck did that come from?’

He retains a humanoid shape solely because of the company-issued uniforms. They’re rather baggy, as one could imagine.

His nose is flatter than usual, almost feline in nature. This creates the illusion that his face is rather flat from the sides. His facial features themselves are sharp if that makes sense, with rounded edges.

Indigo does not have ears. He only has small ear-holes and the tiniest outer ridge extending from it, like a lizard.

Indigo dies in the process of destroying Gordion, otherwise known as the beast named ‘Death’. (I know it’s named Jeb, I’m dramatic.) I’ve taken liberties with lc lore for the sake of my ocs if that hasn’t already come across.

He cannot cry. He is physically incapable of it, despite retaining the reflex to do so.

other ocs (in advance once I finish info sheets for them); Monsoon, who is directly related to Indigo, and Lamp, who is… technically a jester.

related posts (containing lore regarding Indigo); the antithesis of hate, holding on real tight, excerpt from myth maker, visual reference for indigo’s coloring, another info post regarding both Indigo and Monsoon, both of us are going to die here, I just hadn't expected that you'd be first, the death of gordion

last updated 2024/3/12

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MASTER POST FOR... something-?

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To see my OC's and their info check This Post!! (NON CANON DESIGNS!!)

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BKAU Roblox post (master post?)

[Part 1]

[Part 2] ...

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Fandoms im in!!! (way too many-)

•Fnaf

•SMG4

•Hermitcraft

•Indigo Park

•Garten of Banban

•italian YouTubers (TheLoneGamer and more)

•Sometimes and Somewhy Aphmau-???

•Good Omens

•Fundamental Paper Education (FPE)

• Helluva Boss (i don't talk much ab it)

•Hazbin Hotel (I don't talk much ab it)

•Cult of The Lamb (I don't talk much ab it)

•Dandy's World

and idk

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ART??? POGGERS??? (yes im cringe, cry ab it)

[practically-an-x-man]

OCs Masterpost!

Each link leads to a full summary of the character. Primary/Protagonist OCs are given full bios, secondary OCs are given abridged bios. For more information... well, read the fics!

X-Men OCs:

Mira Hart

Rae McKinney

Robin Cassidy

Madison Douglas

Additional X-Men OCs

Marvel/MCU OCs:

Ophelia Octavius

Gia Pantazis

DC/Suicide Squad OCs:

Eris

Nikoletta Bordeaux

Star Wars OCs:

Indigo

6 Underground OCs:

AJ Campbell

Quinn/Aces

Night at the Museum OCs:

Katherine Johnson (OC)

American Horror Story OCs:

Jasper Wilson

The Sandman OCs:

Prometheus

Fablehaven OCs:

Kestrel

Ghostbusters OCs:

Jimmy Luciano LVOTD/"Demeter-Verse" OCs:

Vivienne Andenæs

A Quiet Place OCS:

Souriya "Spider" Prakash-Cooper

Arcane OCs:

Terra

Pluto

[popp1n]

GHOSTING THE GOVERNMENT

|masterpost| ao3

Chap 1: A Not-so-Ghostly Getaway

Pt 4

The faded green exit sign for the State Park loomed ahead, weathered decals indicating only a couple miles drive to a dusty salvation. Jazz, her hands slightly more relaxed and confident on the steering wheel, executed a smooth, almost imperceptible turn off the interstate. The car, though having seen better days, responded obediently, carrying its cargo of empty chip bags and discarded soda cans with hardly a rattle.

“About time,” Tucker grumbled from the passenger seat, stretching his arms over his head. “My eyes are starting to blur from all these interstate signs.”

In the back, Danny, who just hours before was a restless whirlwind of nervous anticipation, was slumped against the window, his usually vibrant blue-green eyes dull and darting nervously. His leg bounced a frantic, incessant rhythm against the floorboard. Sam, perched behind him, leaned forward, her usually calm demeanor tinged with a quiet excitement. “It’s perfect, though, isn’t it? Miles of open space. No one for miles. We can really… disappear. Or, well, we'll come one step closer."

Jazz spared a glance to the front passenger seat, catching Danny’s haunted, twitching reflection. “We need to make this car look like it’s been through a natural disaster. Something that screams ‘we just went off-roading for fun,’ not ‘we’re trying to lose a tail.’” She navigated the initial paved road, which quickly dissolved into a pockmarked gravel track, kicking up a thick plume of reddish dust. “The idea is to get it dirty enough to legitimately explain why the tracker might stop working after a car wash. We want to destroy the tracker, not the Corolla itself.”

“Operation: Dirtbag Corolla is a go,” Tucker announced, already eyeing the terrain. “I’m thinking a good deep rut to really cake the undercarriage, maybe some mud flung onto the windshield for that authentic ‘I was just driving through a prairie’ look. Something that says ‘adventurous teens on a detour, definitely not avoiding government surveillance.’”

Sam, however, was already in her element. As the car lumbered deeper into the park, the landscape shifted from forests to a majestic, eroded wonderland of sheer cliffs and splashing waterfalls. She leaned out the window, breathing deeply. “I can feel it, can’t you? The quiet. The sheer… ancientness of it all.” Her fingers trailed through the dust on the window frame. There was something about Sam; a natural empathy, a connection to the world around her that bordered on the mystical. Ever since Overgrowth hijacked her body several years ago now, she seemed to draw comfort from the raw, untamed earth.

They found a secluded campsite just a scant few hours before the sun began its dramatic ascent, painting the sky in lush pinks and purples to chase away the midnight blues. The Corolla, now a magnificent monument to vehicular abuse, was parked off to the side, caked in so much mud it looked like it had wrestled a badger. Tucker, with his meticulous eye for detail, had even managed to ensure that the dirt was strategically placed for maximum impact at the car wash, without risking any actual damage to the vehicle. He immediately set to work, pulling out a device to evaluate the tracker.

While Tucker was busy running diagnostics, and Sam was meticulously arranging rocks around their small campfire, Danny found himself drawn away from the familiar hum of their anxieties. He wandered a short distance from the flickering light, drawn by the deep indigo of the sky, his hands shoved deep into his pockets, his shoulders hunched.

He lay flat on his back on a surprisingly soft patch of grass, the coolness seeping through his worn t-shirt. Above him, the velvet blackness of the night was slowly, gloriously, coming more into focus as he gazed upon it. First, faint pinpricks of light, then more, and more, until the entire dome of the sky was a glittering tapestry of stars, stretching from horizon to horizon. It wasn’t just stars; it was the Milky Way, a shimmering river of cosmic dust and light, starkly visible without the oppressive glow of city lights.

Danny had seen stars before, of course, but never like this. In Amity Park, they were a distant, filtered memory obfuscated by an increasing number of street lights. Here, they felt close enough to touch, an almost overwhelming presence. But even this couldn't entirely quell the frantic beat of his heart. The knot of fear in his stomach, tight and cold, loosened a smidge. The constant hum of suspicion, the whispers of “unidentified ecto-energy signatures” and “unexplained phenomena,” seemed to recede, dwarfed by the sheer immensity above, but the feeling of being watched, of being hunted, still prickled at the back of his neck.

He felt a soft thud beside him and turned his head to see Jazz settling down, mimicking his position. Her usually furrowed brow, a permanent fixture of her academic intensity, was smoother tonight, softened by the starlight.

“It’s incredible, isn’t it?” Jazz murmured, her voice a hushed whisper, as if afraid to disturb the profound silence.

Danny nodded, unable to articulate the depth of his feelings, still feeling a tremor deep inside. “It’s… huge. And we’re… not.” He paused, searching for the right words, his gaze flitting nervously from star to star. “These past couple months, I felt like… like I was shrinking. Like the world was closing in. And then we started driving, and it was still closing in, but now… now it feels like it’s opening up… but what if it’s a trap?”

Jazz reached out, her fingers gently brushing his. “That’s the beauty of it, Danny. The universe doesn’t care about our petty squabbles, our human anxieties. It just is. And seeing that, it puts things into perspective.” She shifted slightly, propping herself up on an elbow, looking at him. “You’ve been carrying so much, little brother. Too much. But out here, under all this… it’s a reminder that there’s something bigger than all of us. And that means there’s something bigger than them, too. They’re just people, Danny. Even with all their resources, they’re still just people.”

He let out a shaky breath he hadn’t realized he’d been holding. “I thought… I thought we’d never feel free again. Not really free. It felt like they were closing in, like they were going to find me out, no matter what. Like it was only a matter of time.” He looked back up at the stars, a newfound clarity struggling to emerge in his gaze. “But looking at this… it’s like a promise. That we’re getting closer. Just like those stars are so far away, but you can still see them. And you know they’re real.”

Jazz’s eyes, usually so analytical, held a rare warmth. “We’re almost there, aren’t we, Danny?” she said, her voice barely above a whisper. “Almost free.”

A sense of profound comfort, though still tinged with a persistent hum of anxiety, settled over him, a feeling he hadn’t experienced since before his life had been turned upside down. The chill night air, the soft rustle of the long grass, the vast, comforting blanket of stars overhead – it all coalesced into a single, overwhelming sensation of fragile hope.

“Yeah, Jazz,” Danny said, a genuine smile finally touching his lips, though his leg still jiggled a nervous tremor. “We’re almost there.”

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[ikesorenbigbang]

IkeSoren Big Bang 2025 Masterpost

Radiance Reversed Written by digitaldreams [twitter] [bluesky] Art by NicoTopin [bluesky] [instagram]

Words: 155,223 Rating: Teen

Prince Soren of Daein lives in a villa alongside his mother, Almedha. He maintains a close friendship with Ike, the son of the guard captain at the villa, and Ike's sister and father. Soren has everything he could ever want... Until his father, King Ashnard, decides to start a war. Ashnard demands that Soren act as a strategist for an invasion of Crimea, and Almedha is captured as Soren flees with Ike, Mist, and Gawain to escape the Mad King. When they arrive in the nation of Gallia, they realize that Daein is not the only country hiding a secret heir. Elincia, the orphaned princess of Crimea, also plans to mount a counterattack against Ashnard. Seeing an opportunity, Ike and Soren join the Crimean liberation to defeat Ashnard... But since they opt to keep their true identities a secret, the battle against Daein promises to be much harder than anticipated. Together, the prince and retainer prepare to dethrone Ashnard and bring peace to the continent of Tellius no matter what it takes.

And so, radiance reverses.

(Path of Radiance retelling with Soren as the prince of Daein, Ike as his retainer, and a war for them to end together.) ***

Eye of the Storm Written by gloamglozergay [bluesky] Art by @yancadoodles [bluesky] and art by Ethereal-Requiem / @marikusalana [bluesky]

Words: 91786 Rated: Teen

Ike, leading an attack on Gritnea Tower to rescue Princess Leanne, gets more than he bargained for. The discovery of Izuka’s laboratory is bad enough. But none of them expect a second discovery - a boy locked away in an hidden cell: unconscious, near death, bearing a strange mark on his forehead.

Soren has never known freedom. But he has known purpose. Raised as a living weapon, he owes his life to Daein, and his strength to Izuka. When he finds himself in the hands of Crimean insurgents, he sees an opportunity to prove himself. But the kindness of the Crimean general threatens to call everything he knows into question. ***

The Dragon Tamer Written by @traincat [bluesky] Art by @charmwitch [twitter] [bluesky]

Words: 65065 Rated: Explicit

Rajaion snapped at Ike, teeth gleaming in the gloom. Ike evaded him, quickly stepping back, but Soren saw the way his hand twitched towards the hilt of his sword.

Rajaion snarled, and Soren could see him readying to snap again.

Soren pulled his gigantic head down towards him. Rajaion obeyed with an air of long suffering; they both knew Soren could not physically move him unless he allowed himself to be moved.

“Don’t be rude,” Soren said, petting a hand down his snout. “He’s my…” he glanced at Ike and felt his cheeks heat. “He’s my friend.”

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In a world without Lehran's medallion, Prince Soren of Daein grows up with only two companions: Ike, son of the famed General Gawain, and the mad wyvern Rajaion. ***

You Can Be So Cold (I’ll Try Again) Written by @n00dl3gal [bluesky] Art by @master-of-winds

Words: 21228 Rated: Teen

Ike expected his final two years of high school to go by smoothly, even with the truck his father expected him to repair. But when a familiar stranger returns to his life, Ike has to ask: why doesn't he remember his best friend or his mother? And why are their memories so linked in his head?

Written for the IkeSoren Big Bang, with art by master-of-winds. Title from "Midwest Indigo" by twenty one pilots. ***

a young lord’s tangled web Written by @asaelfic Art by @master-of-winds and Heiden

Words: 43850 Rated: Explicit

Soren, who never knew his parents, discovers one fateful day that he is the son of the Duke of Daein - and that the duke is dead. The title belongs to Soren now.

This revelation thrusts Soren into the world of the aristocracy, and what seems at first to be nothing more than high society being unwelcoming soon turns out to be something far more dangerous. But Soren isn’t sure he even wants the title - especially not when it means he won’t be able to stay with Ike anymore.

Ike, meanwhile, must attempt to protect his friend while also grappling with his own feelings, feelings that have moved beyond friendship. But with Soren a duke and him nothing but a commoner, is there any possible future for them? And if there is, will they both survive to see it? ***

Like Mother, Like Son Written by farrah_yondale   Art by @spectacledraws [bluesky]

Words: 40,218 Rating: Teen

Twenty-three year old Soren has claimed his rightful place as Prince Daein. For years, he has been plotting against the Mad King Ashnard. Among his allies: Lady Almedha, vindictive mistress of Ashnard, Lanvega, Lord of Marado, and General Ike, rider of Daein, the latter of which proves to be the biggest thorn in Ashnard’s side. In order to break their alliance, Ashnard proposes a political marriage between Elincia and Ike, assured that he could easily manipulate the newly crowned queen to his side. ***

The Past is No Further Away than the Last Breath You Took Written by holy_kami [bluesky] Art by @master-of-winds and art by @charmwitch

Words: 89,199 Rated: Explicit

Thousands of years following the end of the Age of Radiance, a boy is born with the unique ability to remember his past life. Soren, who was long ago a great archsage and beloved husband to the Radiant Hero Ike, yearns to be reunited with him once more. Yet, when their paths finally cross again in a dingy Melior apartment building, Ike has no recollections at all of Soren or the life they shared.

Faced with an ironic echo of his ancient past, Soren must come to terms with the fact that the man he has loved for two lifetimes is nothing more than a stranger living in the unit next door.

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The Rustling Scent of a World Unseen Written by @admirableadmiranda [ao3] Art by @shiny-swablu-love [bluesky] and art by @larachelledrawsfe [bluesky]

Words: 73,416 Rated: Explicit

One day while on his way home from kendo class, Ike followed a strange crow straight into another world, where he has no knowledge of where he is or how to return home. The only person he can rely on is the mysterious yet kind boy with dark hair and red eyes who he met in the depths of the Gallian Forest. Together, they’ll come to trust and care for one another along the way, especially once it becomes clear that both of them are much more deeply entangled in the fate of Tellius than they’d ever expected.

A fusion with an old shojo manga from the nineties, Ike must navigate his way through a world where he does not know the language and the very fact that he is from another world puts him in danger. Between the prejudices of Tellius and the mysterious prophecy surrounding him and Soren, it will be up to the two of them to find a way for Ike to return home once more. ***

A Crown of Fangs and Teeth Written by @theflailing Art by @kiussart [ao3] [twitter]

Words: 59,263 Rated: Teen

“This is my father’s most shameful secret. It is the reason I must cover my forehead at all times, and the reason my mother has been locked away, confined to the West Tower of the castle since the day I was born. She’s not bedridden with illness, like my father would like you to believe. She was once a powerful laguz, a dragon with powers beyond imagination.”

Soren brushed his hair away from his face.

“My father values strength above all else. That’s what drew him to my mother. When she became pregnant, he imagined a child with her raw, unfiltered power, contained in the vessel of a child that he could mold in his own image, that he could control with absolute certainty. I am nothing more than a tool, a pawn.”

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What if Soren had not been abandoned as a child, but instead been raised as the Prince of Daein? What if Lillia never made it to Palmeni temple alive, and had never been given Lehran's Medallion? What if...? In an alternate universe, similar to the one we know, and yet altogether different, what would the lives of all these people look like? How would the Mad King's war have played out? Allow me to explore but one of the infinite possibilities... ***

The Block Zone Written by ikeluvr555 Art by SolMango_art

Words: 30,039 Rated: Explicit

Spruce Point - the Americana roller coaster capital of the world - is not just home to the tallest, fastest record breakers ever made, but also the lucky ducky destination for Ike's family vacation. But after a teeny, tiny scuffle with some rich kid, he found himself at the ass-end of 100 hours of community service as a wandering park magician.

For Soren, an accomplished, young manager for Centurial Force, the world wouldn't sway one way or the other on the arrival of his new criminal roommate, regardless of his bewitching handsomeness, considerate personality, or charming smile... No, the world wouldn't sway at all... ***

Sea Song Written by @imissthefire [bluesky] Art by @nyapoui [bluesky] and art by @ciarre [bluesky]

When Soren is abandoned at sea, he's fighting the will of the water, struggling to keep himself going. His life has never been perfect--far from it, in fact--and he's forced to reflect on whether or not it's worth fighting for. He's never fit in on the land, and it's becoming harder to keep himself afloat. Resigned to his fate, everything changes when he's approached by a curious merfolk named Ike, who is determined to help him out. The more time Soren spends with him, the more he's forced to rethink his worldview, and the more he finds himself growing fond of the boy. Their bond deepens, and their feelings for one another do as well. But they're from different worlds, how can these feelings ever be realised? ***

A Path Traced in Starlight Written by miixz Art by imchokfds and @kiussart [to be posted]

Words: 61408 Rated: Teen

Ike and Soren leave the Tower of Guidance with the world before them feeling bigger than ever, and the relief that is having time to explore their brand new relationship. Follow them as they explore first kisses, first times, first dates, in a tale of young love. ***

Aquamarine Written by @monstatart [twitter] [bluesky] Art by Smye

Words: 22,840 Rated: Mature

On the surface, Soren is an average college student. At his part-time job, he becomes the tacky motorcycle-wearing menace: Rune Ruby! Under his mad father's commands, he sends out a new cosmical monster every week for his father's one goal: CHAOS! However, where there is evil, a hero rises! And that happens to be...Ike? His childhood friend? Will both men face each other in battle? Or will friendships be burned? Or will the two of them keep...secret journals? ***

BLTs and DnD Written by nightmoonz [bluesky] Art by @softlytired [bluesky] and art by lumen [twitter]

Words: 28,048 Rated: Teen

"Hey… you know I'm kinda lacking on my extracurriculars… What if we started a D&D club at school?"

When he was six years old, Ike rescued a starving little boy all alone in a park. Ten years later, he attempts to kindle their connection by starting a D&D club together. But Soren's mysterious past lingers in the background, and Ike might not be enough to keep it from coming back to haunt him. ***

Art by @marikusalana for a canceled project.

Almedha eyed the mencenary warily. Would this young and rather inexperienced ruffian really be able to guide her and precious son to the safety of Gallia?

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Total event wordcount: 862,500 words Total event art count: 61 illustrations (and counting)

[clockwayswrites]

Like Betta Fish Do Part 25

WC: 3,537 Masterpost CW: Canon typical violence

“I can’t believe I’m in a custom suit,” Danny said as he admired himself in the mirror.

“It is really weird the first few times,” Jason agreed as he did up his own cufflinks.

Danny twisted so that the very faint blue on blue pattern sewn into the suit caught the light. It gave the impression of rolling waves. “So how many fish things did you manage to fit in?”

He watched the reflection to catch Jason’s lips tick up into a pleased smile.

“Well there’s the fabric itself, deep ocean blue.”

“And patterned like waves,” Danny finished. “I caught that.”

“Your shirt and tie are sea foam white.”

“Okay, that one might be a stretch,” Danny said, but he touched the fabric gently.

Jason rolled his eyes. “I’m counting it. The pocket square, very nontraditional, is a Japanese indigo linen in a pattern that is a historic representation of waves. The buttons are abalone, the cufflinks red coral, and the tie pin is mother of pearl.”

“Six, if I give you sea foam white.”

“You better, I worked hard on this. And it’s actually seven, one last thing,” Jason said. He picked up a blue velvet jewelry box off his side table and held it out.

Danny took it curiously. It was bigger than a ring box, but smaller than a necklace case. He brushed his thumb over the soft covering before he snapped the lid open. His breath caught.

Inside was a set of earrings. Simple silver studs for for his cartilage piercings, a pearl earring for his left ear, and then the show stopper: a crystal studded and delicate woven silver betta fish on a chain for his right ear. Its black pearl eyes were bright. They almost made it seem alive.

“Jason…”

“I tried to stay subtle with the rest, but this I couldn’t resist,” he said. “You’re my fish, and everyone at the gala should know that.”

Danny carefully closed the box before he flung his arms around Jason’s neck and pulled the other down for a kiss.

“Careful,” Jason murmured when the kiss broke, “if we show up late and mussed Tim will frown at us the whole night.”

“That would be a shame,” Danny whispered back before kissing Jason again.

“I can’t believe I’m being the voice of reason,” Jason said, “but you have to let me get dressed.”

“Fine,” Danny said, even if it made him want to pout. “Maybe… I can take it off after the gala then?”

The pink that Jason blushed was more than worth being bold and Danny took a moment to admire it before he turned to put in the earrings.

Behind him, Jason knotted a white (or sea foam, Danny supposed) tie and shrugged on a matching jacket. The suit looked bright, almost glowing, against the rich blue dress shirt that complimented Danny’s own suit. He couldn’t be sure what it was from this distance, but Danny thought he saw the glint of white on white embroidery on the cuffs and lapels of the suit. It was the silver fish bone tie pin that made him laugh.

“People are going to have questions.”

“Let them,” Jason said with a cheshire smile.

“I’m starting to get what going to a gala with you will be like,” Danny said.

“Oh, this is tame for me,” Jason said. “I’m behaving.”

“I know, it’s part of your charm.”

“If only the press thought that,” Jason said, grabbing his phone as it beeped. “That’s our car.”

“I wish we could just take your bike,” Danny said, watching Jason put his phone back down, “and our phones.”

“Suit lines. I’ve got a connection to the family,” Jason assured Danny.

“Still. But I guess those suit lines do really great things for your ass and it would be a shame to ruin that,” Danny agreed with a put upon sigh.

“You’re incorrigible tonight,”Jason said (not that he seemed to mind if his smirk was any hint).

“Maybe it’s just that new years mood,” Danny said with a little shrug, lacing their fingers together as they left. “This year turned out pretty great, and I bet next year is going to be even better.”

“Yeah? Any reason for that?”

“Well, I happened to move to a city that’s pretty weird but also pretty awesome,” Danny said.

“Good reason,” Jason agreed. “What else?”

“I’m finally in the degree for what I want to do, and I’m kicking ass at it.”

“Of course you are, you’re brilliant,” Jason said, holding the door open to the town car after he subtly checked the plates. “Nothing else?”

“Well,” Danny drew the word out as he slid into the car. “There’s this guy I met, maybe you know him? Tall, dark, and handsome?”

“I don’t know, he doesn’t sound real,” Jason teased and leaned into Danny’s space.

Danny leaned up and pressed Jason into a light kiss. “He is pretty magical.”

-

“The red carpet, less than magical,” Danny said once they were through the sea of reporters and photographers. “I’m going to be seeing camera flashes for weeks.”

“Only a few hours at most,” Jason said.

“I can’t tell if you’re joking or not, your whole being is just one blinding white blur,” Danny said, motioning at Jason, who laughed and caught Danny’s hand.

Jason pressed a quick kiss to the fingertips. The cameras went off in another round of flashes, apparently not having enough of the lost Wayne and his boyfriend. “Come on, let’s head further in away from this circus.”

“Is your family here yet?” Danny asked as they headed into the gala proper. Jason was skilled at keeping them moving without getting caught up by any one group, even as he greeted some of them.

“Bruce, Damian, and Duke arrived pretty on time so Bruce could greet people. Tim is around here somewhere too, networking I’m sure unless Bernard has distracted him. He’ll have arrived with Cass and Steph, who you haven’t met. Steph isn’t family, but she’s family, you know?”

“I think so?” Danny at least assume that meant she was in the Bat life.

“And Dick should be around here or will soon, likely with Barbie.”

“Barbie?” Danny took one of the drink glasses that Jason had snagged. The tart tang of cranberry bloomed across his tongue followed by the burn of alcohol and lingering taste of sugar. It was good.

“Yeah, but don’t call her that. Her name is Barbara, but she goes by Babs.”

“But you can get away with Barbie?”

“He was a very cute kid,” a voice behind them said. “Somehow he convinced me to let him.”

Danny spun and then had to look down to meet the gaze of the red headed woman in a wheelchair. He couldn’t help but feel a pang for Jazz, but it was softened by the fact that he’d get to see her soon.

“Bull,” Danny said with a smile, offering his hand. “I refuse to believe that Jason was ever not a little shit.”

“Oh, no, he was still a little shit,” Babs said, returning the handshake firmly. “But he was a cute little shit.”

Danny sighed dramatically and looked over at Jason. “Where did you go so wrong?”

“Hey, I believe it was you who were extolling the virtues of my ass in this suit not that long ago,” Jason said with just the hint of a pout.

“I think most of the press will be doing that too, so I’m not sure how much weight that has,” Babs said, painted lips ticked up in clear amusement.

Jason just sighed while Danny laughed.

“I like you, Babs. Is Babs okay for me to call you?”

“Of course, you’re Jason’s man, so you can call me Babs. And I really do prefer it to Barbara. The name is just a little old fashion, you know?”

“And you’re a modern kind of woman?” Danny asked with a smile.

“In so many ways,” Babs said. “But I better go make the rounds, or at least find where Dick is. He got distracted.”

“Isn't he always?” Jason said and bid Babs farewell.

“Are they together? Dick and Babs?” Danny ask as he watched her wheel away.

“Not anymore, but they were,” Jason explained. “They’re still really close. And Babs has been close to the family for a lot of years, so she’s special to all of us, you know? She’s a real inspiration to Cass and Steph.”

Oh, that sort of friend. “Wait, was she?”

“Yeah. So you know.”

“Yeah, I bet,” Danny said. The wheelchair meant something a little differently now. He took a breath and looked around the gala, which was already swarming with beautiful, laughing people. He felt out of place without Babs’ friendly face distracting him.

“Come on, I bet we can find some family to talk too,” Jason said, taking Danny’s hand and giving it a squeeze. “There are a few people who I’ll need to hit up tonight for the Foundation stuff, you know, try to get some donations from them or build up the start of that, but you don’t have to hang with me during any of that. There's plenty of siblings around for you to chat with and use as a distraction. Hell, could always introduce you to Lucius or some of the other inventors we have and you all could talk nerd shop.”

“Nerd shop,” Danny repeated with a sigh. “You say Lucius who I’m going to assume is the Lucius Fox and call it nerd shop like that man is not out there breaking barriers and changing the world with his inventions? And that’s just the stuff that’s been announced to the public! Who knows what else he’s been doing behind closed doors! It must be mind blowing.”

“Well, thank you, but I have a lot of very smart people working for me, so it’s hardly just my work that’s out there making waves,” a silky voice said from behind them.

Danny spun and couldn’t help the little squeak he gave.

Jason chuckled and reached out to shake the man’s hand. “Lucius, how are you doing? Did you manage to drag any of your family to tonight’s event?”

“Just my lovely wife. The rest found excuses, you know how it is.”

“I do. Sadly I’m in a position of note now,” Jason said, the words practically had air quotes around them, “so I’m afraid that my days of excuses are gone.”

“Oh, I’m sure that you can still find a few when you truly need them. You’ve always been mighty good at that.”

Jason just shrugged with an unrepentant grin. “Well, you know. But anyway, Lucius, this is my boyfriend Danny. Danny, this, as I guess you know from that sound you made, is Lucius Fox.”

“Of course I know. Really, sir, the work you and your teams have done… amazing.”

“Just Lucius, Danny,” the man said, reaching out to shake Danny’s hand. “If you’re dating Jason I expect that we’ll run into each other from time to time and I am too old for formalities like that.”

“Alright, just Lucius then. I can’t wait to tell my friend Tucker I met you.”

“Another one for, what was that you said Jason, ‘nerd shop talk’ like you are?”

“Totally. He’s in computer sciences, but he’s not bad at engineering some hardware when he needs to. Mostly to be able to get his software to run on, but I always make fun of his soldering.”

“So you must solder a lot then?”

“Yes s— er Lucius. Aerospace engineering, but I grew up always tinkering and things. I still do it some, but it’s harder here when I don’t have the space, you know? First dibs on tables and tools go to the other majors, which I get, since they need them more than us.”

“Still, hard not to be able to get your hands dirty when you want to. Are you going to be in Gotham for the summer? Not sure where you call home.”

“Well, at the moment, home is Gotham. I want to visit some friends and my sisters, but I’ll be here, yeah. I might take a summer course and get an advanced math knocked out or something.”

“A good plan. You should reach back out to me around early May then. I bet we can find a corner of one of the labs for you to at least use on the weekends when no one is around doing work much.”

“Really?” Danny said, hands twitching at just the idea of getting into a space where he could do some inventing. He had so many new ideas from his time at Gotham U on to improve some of his parent’s inventions or even make new things.

“Really. There will be the usual red tape and all, background checks and paper work and hours you’re allowed in, but those things can be worked out. Can’t keep a curious mind and skilled hands stagnant, now can we?”

“I know I can’t,” Danny said with a little laugh. “Thank you Lucius, really, I’ll definitely take advantage of that again. And start planning! I mean I have plans, of course I do, but a lot is just rough sketches, you know? I need to do some proper diagrams for a few things.”

He didn’t want to waste a moment once he had access to tools again— especially not the tools that were available to him at a place like Wayne Enterprises. Danny idly wondered if it would be out by summer that he knew about the Bats. Lucius had to be involved in that work and it would be so cool to take a look under the proverbial and the literal hood of those gadgets. Did they store the Batplane here?

Lucius chuckled and smiled. “Yes, I think you’ll fit right into that corner. You two boys behave now.”

“Never,” Jason said with a laugh and shook Lucius’ hand one more time as they parted ways.

The night turned into a slew of little meetings like that— people coming up to talk to Jason. Some of the conversations were enjoyable like with Babs and Lucius (Steph was overwhelming, but cool), some were with the many family members Jason had, and some were with the tpyical the socialite crowd. Those people seemed either to be there to get their claws in Jason or to observe Danny like he was some curiosity. Danny really could do without that type. Luckily, Jason seemed to know this, and Danny was passed off to Dick a few hours in and then freed to the food table after some teasing.

Really, even with the gawkers, the night was pretty fun.

-

“Hey Barbie, have you seen Danny recently?” Jason asked as he crossed her path at the party.

“No, but I’ve been talking tech. Have you tried over by the food?”

“That’s where I just came from,” Jason said with a little frown. These things were really too busy, one of the many reasons that he hated them. “I guess I’ll go try another sibling. Dick hadn’t seen him in a bit either, he got distracted by one of the people from the foundation that works with kids.”

“I keep waiting for him to join you there, you know. You could try Tim if he hasn’t been co-opted by Bernard yet,” she suggested. “How long has he been schmoozing?”

“Too long, Tim is worthless to me I’m sure. Cass would be—”

Jason dropped instinctively to cover Babs before he even registered the sound of shattering glass.

“Jason—”

The all to familiar muzzle of a gun pressed into the base of Jason’s head. “Turn around slowly. Try anything and I’ll shoot through you to get your lovely friend.”

Jason locked eyes with Babs, a thousand messages passed in that look as he slowly raised his hands and turned around.

It was one of the waiters.

Okay, it was a number of the waiters, Jason mentally corrected as he took in the room. Each of them with a gun pointed at some portion of the party. Jason spotted Bruce and Damian where they were being rounded up and Steph over on the edges of the room, but he couldn’t find Tim, Dick, or Cass on the quick glance at the space.

He snapped his focus back to the gunman at a popping sound. The man raised his left hand to his face and smeared the popped paint pellet across his face, coating half of it in a splotchy blue.

Guess they knew what Two Face was up to now. Speaking of the man of the hour, Two Face walked through the shadowed window, black and white suit spotless and fit for the event, and flanked by henchmen. He was clapping. Head tilted so that the bright lights caught his good side.

“Lovely event Bruice! Really, a shinning light in Gotham to ring in the new year. Don’t mind us, please, we’re just here to pick up the usual, jewels, watches, money clips, wire transfers. I’m afraid we need the extra funding…” He twitched, twisting so that the scarred side of his face was tilted forward. “Because the damn Bat made sure we lost it all! I’m hoping he shows tonight. I’d like to make sure he doesn’t make it to the new year!”

Dent cleared his throat; his right hand smoothed back his hair, tipping his head back the other way. “Sorry about that. Just some… linger resentment. You all know how it is. But let’s not get too serious yet! Brucie! And his adorable little spawn! Some of our guests of honor too! Behave if you don’t want to be shot in the head.”

Jason watched helplessly as Bruce, Damian, and several other social elite like the mayor were lashed together with rope. Two Face walked over after they were trussed and slapped a bomb to Bruce’s chest. While the the henchman secured it, Two Face turned to the crowd.

“Where is he? Our darling lost prince of Gotham?”

The gunman stuck the cold metal back to the base of Jason’s neck and pushed him forward.

The bomb started ticking down.

“There you are! When I heard you returned to us, my heart swelled, truly,” Dent said, looking up with his good eye as if praying to heaven. “And now! Now I hear you’ve found love!”

Dent bent over, cackling. The enlarged, yellow eye looked up at Jason from under the white bangs. “So let’s play a game while we count down to midnight.”

Two Face’s goons dramatically rolled out a podium. Two bright red buttons were mounted to it, right below a large television.

Danny was on the screen.

He was tied to a chair in some building’s basement. A bruise was already blooming to life around his right eye, deep blue as his suit. He had clearly caught a fist to the lip too. The fish earring was bright silver, catching light reflected from the pool of water that the chair was sat in.

“As you see, we’re giving your boyfriend some hospitality,” Dent said, smooth side of his face to Jason as he walked around the podium like some perverse Vanna White. “So you have a simple choice: decided what type of love is more important to you. Do you press the left button and save your boyfriend, letting your family and these other lovely people die to the bomb…”

He rounded the screen, scarred open eye starting at Jason accusingly. “…or do you press the button on the right and save the people in this room, but fry your boyfriend to death with electricity?”

Two Face snapped his fingers.

Danny’s head jerked up, unfocused eyes staring just to the right of the screen.

“Hey, dead boy,” Danny rasped. Just talking made the split on his lip crack and bleed again, adding another line of blood to his chin. On the screen the red was bright, bright, bright—

Jason clenched his hands. He was going to kill Two Face. “Hey, fish.”

“You know, the irony of this whole thing is that it does make me realize I'm pretty sure I'm in love with you.”

“Yeah? That's convenient. I've been in love with you for weeks.”

Dent cackled and motioned grandly at the trussed up people. The bright, bright red of the bombs’ timer counted down another tick. “Looks like you're all out of luck! True love always wins.”

He twisted to Jason with the scarred side of his face and growled, “Forty-five seconds left.”

“You know what you have to do, don't you?” Danny asked.

He was smiling at Jason, a soft calm thing. But Jason didn't know if he could trust it. He didn’t know Danny's limits. He didn’t know if this would kill him the rest of the way.

But he did know what Danny would never forgive him for. He knew he didn't really have a choice. “I do. I'm sorry.”

“Don't be.”

Jason lunged and hit the right button. On the screen, the wires sparked bright with electricity, lighting up the pool of water. And Danny screamed.

And screamed.

And screamed.

The camera cut out.

---

AN: We're finally here! To the scene I wrote last year! Aaaaaah~

I would say I'm sorry, but this time I truly am not. (Please don't stab me.) ._.

It will be fiiiiiiiine... right?

[ask-train-trio]

~.~.~𝐀𝐒𝐊 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐓𝐑𝐀𝐈𝐍 𝐓𝐑𝐈𝐎 ~.~.~

INTRODUCTION MASTERPOST!!!!!

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This is an askblog for @lunozapp 's Indigo Park OCs! This post contains everything you need to know about this ask blog/AU and its characters! Context, boundaries, references etc. Asks are contextualised a little differently here, so check the blog description for the tl;dr on the context.

Check out issue 1 here!

CONTEXT:

This is DappleTilez24, also known as Tilez. He's a relatively small streamer in his universe's indigo park community, and is known for tirelessly completeing run after run, trying to beat his personal records (with.... varying sucess).

One day, he tries to speedrun a build of the game that he's never seen before...

...and stumbles across 2 MORE Rambleys than usual, much to the surprise - and confusion - of the Rambley we know and love!

Naturally, our hero Tilez is pretty damn confuddled... so he (mistakenly) asks his live chat for an explaination.

This is where YOU fantastic askers come in!

You act as Tilez's live chat. This means you don't even have to answer his queries, just say whatever you want to this interdimentional triplet of trash pandas, just like a REAL insufferable livechat would!

...within reason, of course (jokes aside, please read the boundaries)

[updated as of 04/07/24] CHARACTER REFERENCES: (in the animation i forgot twimbly's GT badges lol)

CHARACTER BOUNDARIES:

I want to make it entirely clear that i see the raccoon trio as brothers, especially with their very similar origins.

This is to say that I would not feel comfortable with any of them being shipped with eachother and I forbid the public sharing of that kind of content. If you see that kind of stuff around, please just mention this to the OP and block them if they refuse to respect it.

FURTHERMORE, please keep in mind that I ( @lunozapp ) am a MINOR. SO DON'T PUBLICLY POST NSFW/FETISH ART OF MY CHARACTERS, PLEASE AND THANK YOU.

However, shipping Twimbly, Ranglore, Rambley and Tilez with other characters that aren't related to them is fine by me (e.g. any of the original indigo characters x any of them, since they're not related)!

Again, please just keep it sfw.

ASK BOUNDARIES:

Pretty basic criteria, really. Just please don't spam the same ask over and over, I will guaranteed see them all unless this thing gets an explosion of attention out of nowhere lol

if i don't answer, its probably because either the question doesn't really fit the kind of story i have in mind for these characters or i just don't feel comfortable answering it. please respect that.

If you have a question for me specifically, start your ask with '[OOC]' (Out Of Character) or just ask me directly: @lunozapp

FURTHER INFO:

Asks are moreso used here as a prompt for conversation rather than the basis of an entire issue. More often than not there will be more than 1 ask in an issue, so going forward I'll make sure to tag everyone who asks without annonymity.

Also, please TRY to keep them as actual questions and not goofy 1-word sentences, the asks help me actually formulate a coherent premise for an issue

I don't OWN the concept of making ocs based off lore.mp4 and the GT thumbnail. if u see someone doing the same, try not to be all like 'OMG TWIMBLY/RANGLORE!!!! THEY ALREADY EXIST THIS IS PLAGARISM YOU CAN'T DO THAT!!!!!11!!11' unless it is blatant plagarism. Just use ur common sense ig

In terms of fanart/other fanworks, A MILLION THANKS IF YOU FEEL CALLED TO MAKE THAT!! The stuff i've gotten so far is genuinely so awesome, make it all you want if you feel called to do so. I'll try to reblog any fanart I find on here. If you want to go straight to asks, just click on the tag '#train trio asks'

alright, that's everything. Now what are you still doing here? Throw 'em a question! Or a compliment!! Or an insult.

or don't idrc just have fun here haha

fun fact!! putting everything together for this took a WEEK

[lunar-2-inklectric-boogalo]

Hey Lunar! I'm afraid your post about Indigo and channeling reminded me of the plethora of questions I had relating to ghosts in this AU way back when. I know you mentioned you were going to get around to making a ghost post eventually, but I fear my brain is absolutely buzzing, so here I am in your inbox, armed with my bag full of questions :>

So, first things first, spirit mediums ✨ If Illogico isn't the only one, then did the other spirit mediums of the world also die and come back to life? Would dying and coming back to life = spirit medium-ness?

Since ghost testimony is recognized in court, is the existence of ghosts in this AU common knowledge? Or are there still skeptics? Was Illogico being branded "the kid who saw dead people" weird because they thought ghosts weren't real, or because seeing them wasn't possible? And where did Leo land on the believer scale before meeting Illogico?

As for general questions about how ghosts work, I can save those for some other time lol. I don't want to bury you in questions. But quickly, I am interested if things like demons exist in this AU, too? And by extension, possession?

Cause if so, here's an absolutely evil thought because I can't help but satiate my angst enjoyer self 😔 It's said that demons feed on fear and aim to cause destruction wherever they can. So, a demon trying to mess with Illogico might play into his biggest fear and try to convince him that he's really dead. Bringing Illogico down to a state that makes him vulnerable to possession, and boom, our boy has a demon problem. Tying Leo into the mix, there could be a "devil made me do it" moment where the demon-possessing Illogico tries to hurt Leo. This will play into Leo's main fear of being betrayed and murdered himself since he wouldn't know Illogico was possessed at that moment. Cue shenanigans, and there you have a moment best fit for a darker timeline lol, an AU for the AU, if you will.

Anyway, as always, it's super fun thinking about your swap AU! I'll leave you with this pop quiz now 🫡

Heya Jay!! I love the concept of ghosts as much as murder mysteries so I'm very excited to yap about them before the full lore drop: Idk when I'll make the full masterpost (masterghost , if you will-), depends on when I get the full Swap AU Timeline finished? But asks bring me so much joy so ask and ye shall receive giant infodumps!! (giant is not a hyperbole. congrats/my condolences for all the text you're about to read. holy shit there's a lot.)

To answer your ghostly questions! Illogico isn't the only spirit medium out there! He's one of the most well known ones - partially because he can actually do it and isn't just faking, partially because he's constantly involved in high profile cases. To be a spirit medium, you need a pretty strong connection to the undead and ghosts, which can come from multiple places: Perhaps it's a family gift, you messed around with a few too many occult things and blurred the lines between you and the ghost world, working with death and death adjacent things, etc. Age is also an important factor: If you're younger, you're more likely to develop a sensitivity while you're developing than an adult, but it can happen to adults.

Dying and coming back to life gets the strongest connection to the spirit world (and gets you fun spirit medium powers like being constantly plagued by Ghosts), along with family gifts (think the Feys (a family of spirit mediums in the Ace Attorney franchise, known for strong abilities)), and that's where most genuine spirit mediums come from. Others can sense ghosts, be it through cold patches or faint whispers, mostly due to things like being surrounded by ghosts. Eg, if you worked in a morgue, you probably would have a higher sensitivity, but could just as easily write it off as the creeps or broken AC, unless you actively worked to strengthen that connection. Which can get pretty risky, because if you don't know who you're opening the door for and don't know how to keep control over yourself, well, enjoy possession! If you really want to get more involved, find someone experienced to help. But honestly, it's more peaceful not seeing dead people 24/7.

Also, I am aware of the implications of the above paragraph, and yes, Leo does have a heightened awareness of ghosts after all his time with his ghost-seeing boyfriend! He doesn't want to learn to see or channel them- he has his own monkeys and own circus to run (read: Swap Institute and its cast of characters), the ghosts are his boyfriend's problem. But he's aware if there's a ghost in the room, and can know it's general direction to say a hello or thanks. He wishes they would stop saying hi- His room is really cold, yes he knows they like him because Illogico likes him and most ghosts really like the one guy who can see and talk to them, but can he not need to wear his jacket in his office? And he appreciates the gesture of the shoulder pat but oh my god it is so unnerving to have something so cold touch you out of nowhere and send a violent shiver down your spine. But, well, it's nice something remembers to turn off the lights if he falls asleep at work. And Illogico does get him some sort of tie clip of cufflinks with a protective crystal so he stops getting violent shivers right after convicting a murderer.

Ghost existence is a funny thing in this AU. For one, the Murdle universe in general is a bit more open to the paranormal, with ghost detectors as a common murder weapon and the Institute also being as well known and successful as it is. We're gonna be playing by Ace Attorney rules a little bit here, where different places will have different viewpoints. The ghost testimony is a more recent thing: After Midnight I's trial, where Illogico's channeled testimony highlights details it would be impossible for Illogico to know and also point to evidence that makes him the killer for sure, it's tried in a few more trials before a tentative agreement of "we'll use this as a last resort, if we're stumped, but we're not putting the legal system on the shoulders of one guy" for so many reasons. Illogico's spirit mediuming is the backup plan.

So, the mindsets of the general public vary. Before the Midnight I trial, the general attitudes were “Ghosts could probably be real, it kinda makes sense? But if people could see them we'd know, so idk" and afterwards, the average mentality is a little more "Sure, I guess??" but more on the side of skepticism than acceptance. Not many people have really gotten to interact with ghosts, and even though who develop those sensitivities usually brush off what they can feel. Different places, like whatever bastardized mix of Draconia and Khura'in I cook up for the vol 2 timeline, probably rely much more on mediumship and actively try and raise mediums (through aptitude tests at a young age and raising children to hone any natural sensitivities), and the royal family probably also got their status through having that connection to the spirit world (Yeah that's a lot of implications for the Violet Family but 1) I don't have vol 2 on me since I'm on vacation and 2) it sounds super cool when I'm writing it now and vol 2 deserves to have as much insanity as vol 1)

EDIT- Additionally, part of the skepticism comes from the commonness of ghosts. Despite the high volume of murders in the Murdle verse, not all murder victims stick around as ghosts for very long, or at all. Probably like 24 hours max? Usually, they kinda want to move on rather than be trapped and isolated, struggling to interact with the living. But if they have unfinished business, they’ll stay, or if they want to stick around for any other reasons. If Illogico wants to channel a ghost that’s moved on, it takes a lore more effort and energy, but is doable. It also requires more of a ‘summoning’ than just calling a ghost up. If that makes sense? I can totally clarify my sleepy ramblings hahaha

Illogico was branded the weird kid for different reasons, depending on who you asked: The usual consensus was "You can't see ghosts", with the follow up of "Why would this weirdo be the one who sees ghosts?" He was shy before he was plagued by visions, so a lot of kids think it's in the same vein of "my dad works at Nintendo and only I know the new cool pokemon cards" and an attention seeking ploy. Leo, personally, thinks the idea is ridiculous. There's no real hard evidence of ghosts, it sounds stupid anyways. (But, after his mother's deaths, he finds himself being secretly hopeful that he was wrong and his moms are maybe around somehow. And yet, at the same time, he tries to shut down anything sentimental in a misguided attempt to avoid his grief, so his feelings are pretty complicated until he meets Illogico and gets to know him.)

When it comes to demons- I'll admit, your ask got me to thinking! To be honest, it's probably up in the air if demons exist as a separate metaphysical entity (and, to be honest, if they do, Illogico probably things ghosts are enough of a problem as is and he doesn't need to poke around in hellish business) but your idea is too good to not be spinning around in my brain for a good while!!! You cooked so hard!!! Just because Illogico doesn't mess with demons doesn't mean that they won't mess with him, or that he won't run into any enemies that would try and sic a demon on him. Illogico can force out ghosts, but demons would certainly be more powerful and intense and downright malevolent. Ghosts were once human, they're easier to reason with as a result. Demons? Unlikely they'd be as sentimental, and therefore, unlikely they'd be as merciful.

Also, if Illogico were possessed?! Ohohohooo, is Leo in a pickle! He knows a little bit about ghosts, and even what he knows, he doesn't fully understand. Now he's stuck trying to figure out how to handle a demon. Ancient chants? Crucifixes? Holy water?! Not like he has that on hand, all Illogico has is crystals and sage and Ouija boards and Leo doesn't know Latin, if he's even supposed to use that! He can't bring himself to hurt Illogico, because there has to be something of the man he loves left, possession aside. He has to save him. Leo will always try and save him, because he can't imagine a world without Illogico: The man who made him work harder on investigations (even if it was to prove himself at first), the man who comforted him in his darkest hours and can ease his paranoia, the man who sometimes makes no sense but doesn't have to because Leo loves him that much. But he needs to protect himself somehow, doesn't he? Not to mention his own worst fears are being realized, betrayal and attack from someone he trusted so much, it's so absurd it wraps around to being so obviously because something is deeply wrong, but that's only so much comfort when his worst fears are being realized.

Also, in general, I fw AUs of AUs so much!! I'm down to play with an alternate Swap AU where Illogico sees demons vs ghosts or smth!!

Hope you enjoyed ~1400 words of lore I cooked this all up in a single sitting!! All the words and ideas are on a backlog from not consistently yapping due to main being in the shadow realm and forcing myself to work on SoM 3 and a fic for another fandom I’ve procrastinated so bad on planning lmfao

[askmultiverserainbowviruses]

Temp Masterpost?

Wanted to make a blog for a project I’m really into right now, so here it is!

To summarize it, there’s 7 universes with viruses. Each virus has a corresponding color of the rainbow. They all have to come together and protect the multiverses from a big catastrophic event that will happen in the future. When? Who knows.

It’s a mix of TSAMS aus and normal DCA aus. I also may make art, but I doubt it. Once in a blue moon thing.

Info under cut!

All universes include ;

Red - Sun SNAPS AU (TSAMS)

Orange - [Unnamed] AU (DCA)

Yellow - Infected AU (TSAMS)

Green - Malfunctioning Virus AU (TSAMS)

Blue - Cannibalism AU (TSAMS)

Indigo - Weapon Sun AU (DCA)

Purple - Altered Ruin Virus (TSAMS)

(Important) Characters from each universe ;

Red - Sun/Ra, Eclipse/Storm

Orange - Solar Eclipse/Penumbra

Yellow - Moon/Dione

Green - Lunar/Oberon

Blue - Earth/Gaia

Indigo - Sun/Elio

Purple - Ruin/Soleil

((btw it says Lunar and Earth bc the part of the timeline they were in was before their new name change))

There’s also 1 universe that guards something, BUT. BUT. No lore out yet. Sooooo hehe gotta guess what ‼️‼️

More info may be added as time passes or if I forgot smth!

[themushroomstheyfoundme]

Funguary Masterpost

My posts for each day of Funguary!

This event is hosted by feefal and is primarily a drawing challenge in which people draw a mushroom for each day of February. I'm doing each day's drawing, but I'm not one to post my art often, so I will likely end up only be posting a couple of my favorites.

However, I still want to talk about the mycology of these mushrooms, so I'm going to make a post each day in which I talk about some of the cool science behind the mushroom of the day. We've got mushrooms that glow, mushrooms that digest themselves, and mushrooms that cause internal bleeding, so should be fun!

Science tidbits:

Feb 1st: Veiled Lady

Feb 2nd: Chicken of the woods

Feb 3rd: Spotted cort

Feb 4th: Burn Morel

Feb 5th: Enoki

Feb 6th: Inky Cap

Feb 7th: Wrinkled Peach Mushroom

Feb 8th: Destroying Angel

Feb 9th: Parrot Waxcap

Feb 10th: Guepinia

Feb 11th: Devil's Cigar

Feb 12th: Cremini

Feb 13th: Fly Agaric

Feb 14th: Crepidotus

Feb 15th: Puffball

Feb 16th: Mycena Chlorophos

Feb 17th: Pink Waxcap

Feb 18th: Turkey Tail

Feb 19th: Red Basket Stinkhorn

Feb 20th: Pixie Parasol

Feb 21st: Birds Nest Fungi

Feb 22nd: Oyster Mushroom

Feb 23rd: Fairy Ring Mushroom

Feb 24th: Purple Pinwheel

Feb 25: Trumpet of Death

Feb 26th: Indigo Milkcap

Feb 27th: Scarlet Cup

Feb 28th: Caesars Mushroom

Art:

Feb 1st Art: Veiled Lady

Feb 12th Art: Cremini

[withywindle-valley]

Greetings, beloveds, here is a masterpost of all my gay little nature flags made from beautiful things I found throughout 2024. Baker pride flag, sunset lesbian flag, a simplified gay men's pride flag, a muted bisexual flag, and a trans flag. If you really like them, I'd super appreciate you checking out my RedBubble and buying some stickers or a shirt or phone case or whatever. Details below the cut for what's in each flag :)

Gilbert pride flag:

Hot pink: hollyhock petal detail

Red: kangaroo paw (Anigozanthos cv.)

Orange: Leucospermum sp.

Yellow: sunflower

Green: Correa sp.

Turquoise: light show at botanic gardens in the fernery

Indigo: moon jellyfish

Violet/purple: Iris sp.

Lesbian flag:

Dark orange: brush box (Lophostemon confertus) tree trunk

Light orange: poppy

White: Prunus sp.

Light pink: Hydrangea macrophylla

Dark pink: Osteospermum cv.

Gay men's flag:

Dark green: moss and liverwort

Light green: grass with a Parasola sp. mushroom

White: Eucalyptus sp.

Light blue: blue sky

Dark blue: blue sky reflection in Lake Wendouree

Bisexual flag:

Pink: tree mallow (Malva subovata)

Purple: bearded iris

Blue: dark clouds

Trans flag:

Blue 1: Blue sky

Pink 1: poppy

White: paperbark (Melaleuca linariifolia) flowers

Pink 2: sea anemone and clownfish at the local aquarium

Blue 2: ocean at Corio Bay

[psychiatry-and-poetry]

Drunken Ecstasy

Part 1 | Part 4 | AO3 | ACOTAR Masterpost | Masterpost of masterposts |

A/N: Since we don’t know much about Dawn, I decided to do some worldbuilding of my own. Since Thesan’s mother is High Fae from Xian I thought, why not make that the capital too? Also, an alcazar (which is the actual spelling even though I changed it a little) is just a more open chateau/villa kinda thing

Word Count: 4958

The sun rose over the horizon, gradually staining the sky hues of magenta and violet and indigo. The bright rays filtered in past puffy clouds as they drifted along, carried on a phantom wind. Glimmers of sunlight fell on the opulent marble floors of the half-open alcoves and scattered balconies. Gleaming and pristine, they shone in the morning light, glowing a dusty pink, as the light finally entered through the billowing curtains of the Alqazar.

The High Lord’s private residence in Xian. The capital of Dawn; its shining, treasured gem. Filled with craftsmen, healers, and nobility alike, the palace exuded an aura of breathtaking beauty and harmony. Energy thrummed from every inch of the structure, light and yet undoubtedly powerful. 

Quiet resilience and opalite grandeur seemed to coat each slab of marble of the palace, luxurious architecture and spiralling domes arcing across the sky as iridescent clouds enveloped the turrets in a warm embrace.

Then again, harmony was what the Dawn Court was known for. Balance, tranquility, and how everything always seemed to fit together, like pieces of a puzzle that had found their way to each other.

✦ ✦ ✦

Azriel tugged at his collar, the suit too tight and nearly suffocating. Who had shut the windows?

“They’re open,” came Rhys’ voice as he lounged on the bed, one leg crossed over the other. “What?”

“The windows,” he clarified. “They’re open.”

Damnnit. Azriel had let his shields fall. To be honest, he didn’t have the energy to hoist them up; not in the state he was in.

“Azriel,” said Rhys once more. “You’re going to be alright. Take a deep breath.” At his brother’s refusal to comply, Rhys got up and placed his hands on Azriel’s shoulders. “Look me in the eye, brother.” He continued only when Azriel followed his instructions.

Azriel had been expecting judgement, a mocking laugh or a small tease, but what he wasn’t expecting to see was a softness in Rhys’ eyes that grounded him. “You deserve this, you understand me? You deserve it all. She’s going to be more than happy to see you, and then you’ll both be sappy and lovey-dovey to each other forever like I know you are.”

Despite himself, Azriel couldn’t help a slight chuckle from spilling out, albeit a nervous one. “Thanks, Rhys,” he said softly. “It means so much to me that you and Cassian are here. With me.”

“Of course. I wouldn’t miss it for the world. Speaking of,” the High Lord said, turning to the door. “Where is our dear General?”

Azriel snorted. “Knowing him, either taking Nesta in every room of his chambers or absolutely drunk and passed out from last night.”

They shared a laugh before a distinct, booming voice sounded from beyond the pristine opalite doors. “Az! You’d best be awake!”

“Cassian,” they both muttered to each other in unison, sharing a glance, before a certain Illyrian’s wings peeked in from the door. “There’s my brother!” he nearly yelled, and made a beeline straight for Azriel, half-shoving an unsuspecting Rhysand out of the way.

“Cass,” Azriel wheezed. “I’m going to need you to let me go if I want to be alive for the ceremony. I don’t think the guests want to see a corpse hauled in.”

“Nonsense,” Cassian grumbled, the smell of whiskey clearly still on his breath from the night before. “This is the proper way to give a hug.”

“Be that as it may, Cassian, you’re going to have to let poor Az go if you don’t want to winkle his suit. That cost me a fortune, I’ll remind you.”

Begrudgingly, Cassian let go of Azriel, only to scan him from head to toe. “Rhys did a nice job getting you all dressed up.”

Azriel snickered. “No, Rhys didn’t help. I mean, he tried to, but we’ve all seen how his fashion sense is. You’d have to be well past blind to even consider a suggestion from him. Did you know, he tried to get me to wear an orange suit? I looked like a ginger gift-wrapped Illyrian.”

“Hey!” he exclaimed indignantly. “You two complimented me on my last birthday-”

“Out of pity,” Cassian interrupted as he tried and failed to hold in a laugh.

“Pricks,” Rhysand only muttered under his breath, though they all knew the words held no bite to them.

The gentle, half-hour chime of the clock had them all sobering up. Taking a deep breath and straightening his tie for the last time, Azriel exited his chambers and stepped onto the awaiting terrace.

✦ ✦ ✦

A bouquet clutched in her sweaty palms, Gwyn took a shuddering inhale. “Nesta,” she squeaked. “I…What am I doing?”

Her best friend only came to stand beside her and fixed a stray lock of hair that had fallen out of place. “You’re getting married,” she whispered conspiratorially. “To one of the hottest males in Prythian.”

“Nesta, if I laugh too hard it’ll crease my makeup. Stop that.”

“Ah, what’re we bullying Nesta about now?” came Emerie’s voice as she made her way to Gwyn, stunning in a resplendent violet dress of her own. “How she’ll ruin my makeup if she doesn’t shove it,” hissed Gwyn. Emerie only turned to look at her best friend and tsked. “Play nice, Nesta.”

Lady Death merely rolled her eyes and crossed her arms. “We need to get Gwyn to stop fretting like a mother hen. I’m merely improvising. I haven’t seen you do anything about it Emerie,” she said haughtily.

“Yes, because I’ve been helping with the actual wedding preparations and not debating over whether carnelian, vermilion, or crimson were better shades for the flowers. They were all horrible choices, I’ll have you know.”

Indeed, Gwyn had decided to go for more…established colours, as she liked to put it. Nesta had been slightly put off, though she recovered quickly by instead taking over the food, namely the menu. Gwyn and Emerie had to review it to make sure Nesta hadn’t placed any actual orders, but she was glad her best friend was enjoying herself. 

Nesta’s mating ceremony had been ridiculously over-the-top as she singlehandedly drained Rhysand’s bank accounts. Accounts, because he had multiple, and she had somehow found a use for all of them. He’d been too thankful to her for saving his mate’s and son’s lives, so he really hadn’t minded.

This, however, meant that Nesta wanted to hijack Gwyn’s ceremony to see exactly how much she was allowed to get away with. Gwyn had rejected the idea immediately, not wanting a lasting negative impression on her otherwise clean reputation, and most definitely not to her future brother-in-law and High Lord of Night.

“Gwyn,” called Deirdre. Gwyn had invited the other Valkyries to be her maids of honour. “I think it’s time for us to head out.”

“She’s right,” Nesta gasped, craning her neck to look at the clock hanging on the opposite wall.

As the other priestesses began to make their way out in a line, Nesta hugged Gwyn tightly before whispering, “We’ll see you outside.” Gwyn only nodded mutely, unable to form any words with the nausea roiling in her gut. 

She knew intrinsically that this was the right decision. She’d wanted to marry Azriel for a long time now, so she couldn’t figure out what, exactly, was wrong. Her palms were sweaty, and what if her hairstyle was crooked? What if-

She needed to calm down. It was a mating ceremony, dammnit. It was her mating ceremony. It wouldn’t do to be nervous and skittish like a rabbit. Cauldron knew she’d spent long enough doing just that. She should be grateful and appreciative that the High Lord of the Dawn had even allowed them to have the ceremony in his court. In his private residence, no less. 

She and Azriel had decided to have their mating ceremony a couple of months ago. Though Azriel had initially been against the idea of a large, grand celebration, saying that the crowds got to him, he’d warmed up. Seeing Rhys and Feyre plan theirs and have it at the Moonstone Palace had intrigued him, he’d admitted. It’s a once-in-a-lifetime event, he’d said, when Gwyn had sceptically raised an eyebrow at him. Of course I want to. If you want to, that is. 

Of course she wanted to. It had been her dream since she was a little girl to have a big, magnificent, splendid commemoration of the mating bond.

Little Gwyn had imagined being whisked away by a tall and ruggedly handsome male, who would love her like no other. It seemed that the Mother, whoever and wherever she was, truly did answer prayers. She had really gotten the man of her dreams, and she couldn’t believe any of this was real. 

The light, ethereal singing of the choir outside snapped Gwyn out of her stupor, and she took a deep breath as the doors to the terrace unlatched, and grand double-doors swung open on a breeze. 

✦ ✦ ✦

Azriel’s first thought when he saw Gwyn walk out into the aisle was pure, utter awe. His breath caught as soon as he took in the sight of her, and he didn’t think he’d be able to look away even if he’d wanted to.

Adorned in a floor length cream wedding dress and skirts of tulle, she walked down the aisle holding a bouquet of gardenias and hydrangeas, looking like the Mother herself. The sun beamed from behind her, setting her copper hair alight and her skin glowing with warmth as if she was shining from within. 

He had no words, save for that his mate looked resplendent in her wedding gown, and that he was so thoroughly and wholly entranced by her. His jaw was likely agape on the floor right now as he took her in, but he didn’t care; not one bit. 

The steady, graceful chorus of the gathered choir only emphasised his belief that Gwyn was the Mother herself, and was being welcomed in by angels as she walked in, skin aglow and a lovely smile on her face. She was looking straight ahead, he realised. Not at the altar, but at him. She was taking him in just as he was observing her, neither having enough self-control to stop their eyes from wandering; greedily taking the other in as if there was no sight more holy and divine, as if this was the last they’d see of each other.

Neither noticed the aisle strewn with flower petals, the magnificent backdrop of castles and turrets peeking out as they were shrouded in misty, gold-rimmed clouds. Neither noticed the guests looking at the couple so besotted and in love they had eyes only for each other.

As Gwyn made her way to the altar, chin high and eyes alight, Azriel leaned down to whisper, “I can’t believe we’re getting married.”

“Me neither,” his soon-to-be wife murmured. 

They left it at that, no words needed as they took the other in; eyes scanning the other’s face but finding nothing save for such unfiltered, raw love as it brought tears to both their eyes. 

Ananke’s voice broke through their infatuated haze. One of Gwyn’s friends and a priestess herself at the House of Wind, was officiating their ceremony. There was no other priestess Gwyn considered holy enough to preside over such an important event in her life, and the female had been overjoyed.

“We are gathered here today to witness the bonding of two souls, crafted by the Mother Herself. May She grant you many joyous years together, may your disagreements and differences in opinion be fleeting, and may you never fall out of love.”

Light applause followed her short speech, and she continued once it had died down, now facing the would-be couple. “Would you like to begin your vows?”

They nodded at her, and Azriel pulled a piece of paper from his suit pocket. Had his hands always been this sweaty? And did they always shake so much? Shut up, he muttered to that irritating voice in his head, and reeled himself in. This was it. This was his one chance to show the world how much he loved her. He took a deep, albeit shaky, breath and started. 

“Gwyneth Berdara: Priestess, Valkyrie, Carynthian. None of these titles do you justice, not in the way it matters. For you are so much more than what you do, so much more than your appareance. Your fiery personality, your unwillingness to give up and the kindness you spread in the world are only a few of the reasons I am so deeply infatuated with you. 

You are everything I have not managed to be in life. Light, stunning, ethereal, graceful. Sunlight personified, and the kindest person I’ve known.”

Your competitive streak seems as if it was made to rival my own. I could give you a hundred reasons as to why we are each other’s half, why we fit so well together and how we seem to be perpetually in sync, each attuned with the other in a way I had not known was possible. I feel as if we are in our own world, a world filled with light and warmth, with a music so soft and haunting that only we can hear it as we dance to its rhythm. To anyone else, it may seem as if we are going insane. But all I can think of in that moment is my unending, undying passion for you. 

“You appeared in my life like an angel of some sort, perhaps a saviour, and I felt compelled to know you. Not simply know you, but befriend and grasp your very essence; know all those lovely details like the tiles of an ever-growing mosaic that make you who you are. What brings you joy, what makes you contemplate. But most importantly, what draws that radiant smile of yours out; and that laughter. I hear echoes of it when I am lonely, I am reminded that no matter where I am, your presence will hover over me; a thing of calm, lovely beauty. It rings in my ears as the clear chime of a cathedral, signalling that a new era in my life has begun.

“You floated in like a dove, elegant in a way that set my heart ablaze. Even if we lived in a hundred separate lifetimes, I would choose you, over and over again until fate tried to pull us apart. But I would have fought for you like no other. I would have waged war so that every other hero in history would have been put to shame.

And though these wedding vows are a feeble attempt at poetry, and forgive me for this, know that there is no real way for me to convey my adoration of you. Gifts will do you no courtesy, so these words will have to do.”

Azriel was met with thunderous applause from everyone gathered, and it took everything in him not to kiss Gwyn right then and there, mating ceremony and tradition be damned. He barely restrained himself, knowing she would have the skin off his back if the ceremony went any other way than perfect.

“Gwyn?” Ananke prompted, teary-eyed herself. Clearing her throat and fighting the urge to bite her lip, a nervous tick of hers, the bride began speaking.

Her voice rang out clear as the pealing of a bell as it floated around the courtyard. “Azriel. My mate, my Shadowsinger, love of my life. I cannot believe that we have known each other for almost four years, and yet it feels like so much longer. They say we no longer have the ability to accurately perceive time once we find those we love. Perhaps I, too, am guilty of this, though I do not regret it at all. If anything, I have learned how to be eternally grateful.

“We have known each other for just short of half a decade, and yet so much has changed. I would be lying through my teeth if I said that I didn’t find you enchanting from the moment I set my eyes on you. I think my soul knew who you were to me, and I was simply too scared to accept it. There was something so magnetic, so alluring about you that I quickly found I couldn’t stay away. Maybe it was the shadows, maybe it was something else entirely, but I was so smitten by you I felt like a giddy schoolgirl every time I lay my eyes on you.”

Her last comment earned her chuckles from the audience, each member waiting with bated breath for them to finish their vows.

“Your dry humour is so enchanting to be a part of. Jokes that only the two of us know, jokes that mean more to me than jewellery or clothes. Memories are a different kind of wealth, one that I hope you will continue to have for however long it is that we may know each other. I am praying that it will be a lifetime, but we are all aware of how utterly unpredictable everything can be despite our best efforts.

“I am so utterly blessed to have you, not only as my mate, but as my husband, my friend, my confidante through my toughest times. To know you as intimately and profoundly as I do has been worth more than I express. I hope that you will never forget that. And if you do, if you think that you cannot do this, that it is too hard, that it is impossible, that for some reason, you do not believe; remember: I will believe in you enough for the both of us. I will always have enough love in me for the both of us, no matter where I am, who I am with, or what I might be feeling. 

“You are my first priority. You have always been. What I have tried so desperately to say here is, Azriel, how much I love you. I love every single aspect of you and your personality, the sunshine radiance that seems to emanate from every fibre of your being.

I could keep going, but I am afraid the world would eternally be short of paper. I could keep going for eons and the world would be much better off for it.”

Whistles and cheering filled the veranda, and Gwyn’s eyes glazed over with unshed happiness. She heard quiet sniffles in the background, a few whoops and a distinctive whistle she was sure belonged to Cassian, but her eyes never strayed from Azriel’s. 

“The rings, if you please?” Ananke asked, facing Nesta and Rhysand, both of who were the maid of honour and best man respectively. They stepped closer, extending the ornate jewellery box to the couple. 

“Do you, Azriel, take Gwyneth to be your lawfully wedded wife?”

“I do.” His voice was rougher, more gravelly, as if he was suppressing the urge to cry. “And do you, Gwyneth, take Azriel to be your lawfully wedded husband?”

“I do,” she echoed back.

With that, Azriel slid an intricate band on silver onto Gwyn’s finger, and Gwyn did the same with a slightly thicker and plainer ring. Those hands. Oh, what hadn’t they seen? What hadn’t they done? They had been with her when she’d most needed it; comforting her, holding her, simply being with her. She only hoped she could do the same for him.

“These rings are a symbol of of your life long commitment to each other. They seal the vows you have made to love and cherish each other for the rest of your lives. By the power vested in my by the Mother and the Cauldron, and by the strength of your own love, I declare this union as official. You may kiss the bride.”

Azriel’s mouth was on Gwyn’s before the words were out of Ananke’s mouth.

Their kiss was everything a kiss could be: sensual, promising, and full of so much love she was sure it had been injected into her bloodstream. Her eyes closed on instinct, and she felt a light touch on the small of her back, Azriel clearly unable to hold himself back from touching her. Gwyn melted into it; into him, and grasped Azriel’s jaw in equal parts anticipation and desperation. 

They broke apart, slightly panting. Neither took their hands off the other, and the love floating through the air was more than palpable for everyone present.

“Time for the food,” Ananke said, winking at Gwyn, all her stately charm having vanished as it was replaced with something warmer. 

Azriel descended from the altar with a brush along the small of her back and offered a hand to Gwyn. His hazel eyes were alight with a promise that had Gwyn’s toes curling in her heels. Lightly placing her hand in his, she stepped down, and they made their way to the tables that had been set up prior to the ceremony.

As they took their seats, facing each other, everyone waited, the apprehension in the atmosphere thick enough to drive a blade through.

While the ceremony at the altar was more of a…formality, giving a mate fresh, home-cooked food was what really sealed the bond. 

Gwyn had thought long and hard about what to make him, but she’d decided on something she knew Azriel loved. Risotto. He’d mentioned off-handedly how he’d had it on a visit to Dawn, and that it had quickly become his favourite, if only because the ingredients needed were so fresh there was no point making anything with them by the time they came to the Night Court. 

She up a morsel of everything: shrimp, rice, and vegetables and raised the fork to his mouth. He hummed around the food, a delightful sound that had Gwyn’s heart bursting with joy. It was rare she got to see her mate truly content, and she would take every opportunity she had, from now until however much time they had left with each other to fill every moment of theirs with bliss.

In turn, Azriel fed Gwyn a morsel of knafeh, one of her favourite pastries made with layered semolina and soft cheese filling, then covered with a tooth-achingly sweet sugar syrup. The flavours flooded into her mouth, each bite a burst of ecstasy as the flavours wove themselves over her tongue. 

Of course, feeding each other food that they’d made was more of a…formality, seeing as they’d already accepted the bond at the House after their night out. This was symbolic, something they wanted to share with the rest of the world while their real acceptance of the bond had taken place at home. 

Home. That was they were to each other now. Their sanctuary, their safe place, where they could find love and caring and warmth, no matter how tired or frustrated at the rest of the world they were. 

It was all so sickeningly sweet, and yet it was perfect. It was just how she’d wanted it, and Azriel, ever the caring, attentive mate, had stepped right up to this challenge, exactly as he had to the all others in their relationship. 

✦ ✦ ✦

Azriel had never thought he’d experience a peace so deep he felt it in his bones. Surrounded by his friends and family, by Gwyn, he was the happiest male alive. 

They laughed and joke as they ate, the formality of the evening melting into the casual banter and teasing that everyone was comfortable with.

Nearby, the choir stood in traditional Dawn attire, all flowing robes, warm hues of iridescent colour, and glittering gold jewellery that caught in the light as they serenaded the feast now taking place. It was magical, how their voices melded into one living, breathing, and utterly ethereal being that had Azriel’s heart clenching, not for the first time that day. 

A tap on his shoulder had him turning, eyebrows raised. He relaxed immediately when he realised it was only Cassian. “So, how does it feel to be mate and married?” his brother grinned down at him, carrying a plate of food, clearly just about to being eating himself. It was customary for the couple to eat first, which was why some guests were still by the buffet, taking their pick of the glorious food as chatter filled the clearing.

Azriel exhaled. “Like I’ve never been happier,” he responded quietly. “Like I never want this day to end and that I was such a fool for ever believing that I didn’t deserve her.” He likely still didn’t, but he wasn’t going to question whatever greater power had granted him his radiant mate. Cassian’s eyes softened, and he placed a warm, comforting hand on Azriel’s shoulder. “You deserve it. You and her both. You’ve been through so much, but I…have I told you how happy I am that you’ve found each other?”

Azriel swallowed, fighting the tightness in his throat. “Thank you. It…means a lot to me that you and Rhys are here. I don’t know what I would have done without you.”

Cassian boomed a laugh. “Of course we’re here, you dolt. I wouldn’t miss this for the world. Also, there’s free food.”

The groom sighed, rolling his eyes. “You couldn’t have let it be a sweet moment, just this once?”

“Nope,” came his brother’s reply as he sauntered off, likely to find Nesta.

Chuckling and shaking his head, he turned back to his food, only to find Gwyn watching him, teal eyes sincere as she watched the interaction between the two Illyrians. “What?” He asked, breaking the silence. “Nothing,” she murmured, giving him a soft peck on the lips before dragging her attention back to her friends, each sat on one side of her. 

✦ ✦ ✦

They spent the rest of the evening mingling and laughing with the guests, until it was clear that Azriel wanted Gwyn for himself. “Sweetheart,” he whispered to his wife. “Can we leave? We’ve stayed here long enough for it to be polite.”

She laughed openly at that, the couple just having gotten rid of some ministers that Rhysand had invited as a courtesy. “It’s our mating ceremony, Az. It would be terribly rude to leave halfway through.”

“Exactly. It’s our mating ceremony. That means we have free reign to leave whenever we want to.”

She smirked and leaned in to whisper in his ear, “I promise you’ll have me all to yourself soon, Shadowsinger. Be patient, hm?” She accentuated her last sentence with a slow, deliberate drag of her nails down his chest that had Azriel’s eyes fluttering shut. Gwyn practically heard his heart rate speed up. “Fine,” he breathed. “But if you try to tease me, you’ll pay for it.”

“Me? Tease you?” Gwyn tilted her head, placing a hand over her chest in mock offense. “Does that really sound like something I’d do?”

“You little minx. You have no idea what you do to me.”

“What do I do to you, Azriel?” Gods, the sultry way she said his name.

“Why don’t we go upstairs and I can show you what you’re doing to me.” He had no doubt that his eyes had darkened to near obsidian now, and he felt the incessant, all-consuming need to fuck Gwyn like never before. If this was how he felt after having already accepted the bond, he didn’t want to think what would have happened if they’d waited until the ceremony to officiate it. He probably wouldn’t have been able to deal with it; he’d have taken her on every inch of this fucking balcony without giving a damn who was there or who wasn’t.

He blinked, clearing the increasingly lust-induced thoughts from his head, attempting to fight the haze clouding his mind.

“I spent two hours getting ready for our ceremony, Azriel. We have to stay for at least four before we leave.”

✦ ✦ ✦

At long last, the celebration had begun winding down, increasingly tipsy guests giggling and making their way back into the palace. Females with mussed hair carrying their heels in their hands and males with their ties either loosened or completely missing was a sight that made Gwyn chuckle, filling her heart with a pleasant sense of contentment and…peace. 

The day had gone exactly as she’d planned it, passing through in a dreamy haze as she’d had eyes only for Azriel. 

It seemed that her husband was thinking the same as their eyes caught, and they gravitated towards each other as if they were drawn in by the thread that connected their souls.

“Hey,” she breathed, glancing up at Azriel and placing her hands on his chest. “Hi,” he echoed back. “My name is Azriel. It’s a pleasure to meet you.”

Gwyn shoved at him lightly, scoffing, sending Azriel into a fit of laughter. “Idiot Illyrian,” she muttered, but couldn’t help the slight upwards tug of her mouth at his unrestrained, unbound laughter floating throughout the now secluded courtyard. Her words held no real bite to them, but she continued anyway. “Should we head up?” Indeed, it was quite late, the stars beginning to peek through the perpetual mosaic of colour that seemed to adorn Dawn’s skies. The mountains lay in the distance, hald-shrouded in mist as swallows called to each other, soaring overhead, likely heading back to their nests to retire for the night. 

It was enchanting, how much beauty there was in the world when she looked for it.

“I thought you’d never ask.” Azriel’s laughter had quieted to a steady, unrelenting thrum of reassurance beside her, sensing her quiet contemplation and change in mood. He placed a hand on her shoulder as he guided her up the staircase and into the palace above.

Part 5

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For the most part the stuff I talk about is in the teen to young adult age rating (14+ to MA stuff). So like, teens are technically allowed here. That said, we're only here to talk about art and fun stuff. No personal information or weird stuff. Just follow the basic internet safety rules.

This is more of a note to self because I keep tagging my fav posts under different tags and forgetting/losing them so now all my fav posts will be tagged "my fav posts"

All my fanfics are under the maddykwrites tag!!!

Amanda the Adventurer Everything's Fine AU masterpost:

CONSTRUCTIVE CRITICISM IS WELCOMED AND ENCOURAGED (as long as you are being constructive about it).

Anyway here's all the media I enjoy and will probably post about here: (warning long list) (if you enjoy these shows, ask or comment so we can chat about them!)

Sleepy Princess in the Demon Castle (big one)

Toilet Bound Hanako Kun

Vocaloid

Puella Magi Madoka Magica

Amanda the Adventurer

Splatoon

Apothecary Diaries

Mayonaka Punch

Frieren Beyond Journey's End

The Amazing Digital Circus

Anything mio- might- dang autocorrecd. Anything Mii related.

Speaking of mio. K-on. K-ON! K-ONNN!!!!!

So Cute it Hurts

Shojo manga

Indigo Park

Tokyo Mew Mew

Train to the End of teh World

My Little Pony G3

World's End Club

Fruits Basket

Sonic (sometimes, rarely.)

Animal Crossing (Maybe?)

Three Leaves three colors

The greatest showman

The wizard of oz

Cuphead (haven't posted but maybe will someday)

Epic Mickey (same as the first)

Kimi ni Todoke

The Girl from the other side

HOW THE HECK DID I FORGET FUTURE DELIVERY, HOW DO WE RELATIONSHIP, AND I WANT TO EAT YOUR PANCREAS (Ignore the title man it's so good).

Kodocha (someday. Someday)

Animal Land. (I have posted about this actually)

In this Corner of the World

Komomo Confiserie

Hi Score Girl

A Salad Bowl of Eccentrics

Toradora

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Honey Lemon Soda

If I forgot to mention something or got into something new then... whatever *shrugs*

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Blood Colours / Person Masterpost

Primaris I has 12 bloodcastes, each with 3 sub-types! There is some range withing sub-types, though not a lot.

(with known/listed names a * means they are a mutant/somehow not typical for the caste.)

Fuchsiablood (Extinct)

Rose (Extinct)

Cerise (Extinct)

Wine (Extinct)

(Known Fuchsias; Rusaki Aammos* / Zemris Aammos* / Diedre Kamiru)

Violetblood (Endangered)

Orchid (Extinct)

Plum

Byzantine

(Known Violets; Laiyka Casque* / Amaris Momoko / Mazren Calder / Dariya Nagisa)

Purpleblood

Amethyst

Jam

Aubergine.

(Known Purples; Tomuri Ochiba / Razyle Dazyle)

Indigoblood

Lapis

Navy

Midnight

(Known Indigos; )

Blueblood

Aegean

Cobalt

Prussian

(Known Blues; Ceceli Mirmyr)

Tealblood

Cyan

Turquoise

Cyprus

(Known Teals; )

Jadeblood

Fern

Viridian

Moss

(Known Jades; Avhram Xzmnyo / Lilium Aureli / Marlin Darlin)

Greenblood

Clover

Olive

Ochre

(Known Greens; )

Limeblood

Citrus

Peridot

Seaweed

(Known Limes; Junimo Moishi / Maliri Nekros)

Yellowblood

Gold

Mustard

Cider

(Known Yellows; )

Bronzeblood

Clay

Cola

Umber

(Known Bronzes; )

Redblood

Scarlet

Rust

Maroon

(Known Reds; Kandii Amalie)

Mutant/Off Spectrum

(Known Mutants; Ajalri Keeres / Swag Messiah)

[azure-firecracker]

and what are your headcanons for the kind of music they listen to?🎶

Tragically I fell asleep in the car so I will be answering the rest of yesterday’s asks today lol.

So I have playlists for both of them (you can find them in my TXF masterpost!) but those are more songs that remind me of them than songs I think they’d listen to.

I am also a Gen Z-er, so I don’t know too much about the music that was popular in the ‘90s lol. I’ll do my best.

Mulder probably likes every obnoxious boy band song on the planet solely for the purposes of singing in his car when no one else is around (or on road trips with Scully because it annoys her (it does-but secretly she doesn’t always hate it)). I feel like he’d also be lowkey into rock, especially anything that talks about tearing down the system, and he’d listen to that a lot when he’s angry (especially pre-show). I will also DIE on the Mulder theater kid hill, and I think he knows a shocking amount of old musicals, and he does love them though he never tells anyone. He keeps the tapes hidden in his apartment and thinks Scully doesn’t know about them (she does).

For Scully…most of her playlist is female rage music that didn’t exist in the ‘90s, but I do think she’d love Florence + the Machine and Ethel Cain if they’d existed in the ‘90s. I think her parents played a lot of classical music growing up, so she’ll often turn to that if she needs to relax or is having a self-care night. I also think she likes to play calming music rather than energizing music on road trips, so she might like something along the lines of the Indigo Girls or the Cranberries (is this projection? Maybe). I also think college Scully definitely had a metal phase and she’d play it when she was pulling all nighters and questioning her path in life. Occasionally she’ll come across those tapes and play them again.

Thanks for the ask:)

[clockwayswrites]

Danny/Jason, Indigo, False Indigo

@ashtarasilunar

“Why are we doing this again?” Danny asked, softly. No one else would hear it, especially not over the noise of the shouting journalists and flashing cameras. Jason gave a blindingly handsome smile to one of the photographers. “Because you owe me?” “That’s not an answer.” “Because socialites are harpies?” Danny resisted the urge to sigh and ducked his head to another flash of lights. Jason squeezed his arm reassuringly. “I didn’t even think you liked guys.” “Oh sweet summer spirit,” Jason teased. He tucked a finger under Danny’s chin, tilted it up, and pressed Danny into a kiss that had the halfa’s brain short circuiting. The cameras went wild. “Okay,” Danny said once he could scrape his scattered thoughts together, “so you can at least kiss like you like guys.” Jason just smirked, the bastard.

Did some prompts, here is the masterpost.

Feel Free to continue this one if you want!