#why are all the polaris hints so tiny

[howdoidecidethjs]

Polaris X-Men 97 (1x08)

How messed up is it in the future 'utopia' Cable describes, Magneto’s own daughter Polaris, is shown performing slave labour. As an old woman no less! How long was she used by Bastion to perfect his world? How long did it take to break her and turn her into his servant?

It just makes everything that Magneto does so much more…important? Painful? Fruitless? I cannot even describe how awful it is in the whole context of the episode.

Magneto was forever marked and affected by the horrors he endured. I'm not sure if he knows about her being his daughter in the context of the show, but it makes her a symbol of one of his most important goals: she is a second-generation mutant child. One that is intelligent and powerful, who may become a leader and be part of a better world. He is not a great father, don't get me wrong, but their relationship has always had massive potential because he literally wants all mutants to be able to live fully, procreate, and advance freely!

I know he couldn't possibly have seen this image, nor does he fight explicitly for her, but he wants a better world for every mutant. In this future Bastion created, its clear that he failed in the worst way and his own blood suffered, just like he did.

[wings-of-a-storm]

It’s been fun realising after Saturday’s clips that a lot of things are being set into the perfect position to hurt us all as anticipated! I am so thrilled that the time is finally upon us (/sarcasm).

Eliott’s early absence / Lucas’ absence at Basile’s birthday party

In other versions, Lucas’ character completely forgets about Basile’s party because he is occupied with Eliott in their cozy world. I guess you could say that in Skam France, Lucas is still preoccupied with Eliott but this time not in a good way…

It’s so hard knowing that Lucas was actually free to go to Basile’s party in this remake but still didn’t -- not because I want to see more Basile, but because the party slipping his mind goes a long way to show us how emotionally out of sorts Lucas must be feeling right now after Eliott left to go back to his own world again. We all saw his face when he heard Lucille texting Eliott, and when he woke up alone… I imagine that expression hasn’t left his face for a while now…

It is such an awful situation. Lucas is the Home Wrecker (even though it takes two) and he knows it. He knows Eliott can’t be ‘his’ while he is still involved with his primary relationship. It’s hard when that poisonous reality slips back into your little bubble of happiness. It’s hard to see it written on an otherwise sweet drawing (3000+ Eliotts were all doing something other than actually spending the day with Lucas? It makes their relationship feel so impossible).

And it would be even harder to suddenly be alone without Eliott after the night and morning they spent together! Lucas was made to feel like he was worthy of a Polaris love for Eliott; he finally got to kiss Eliott; he was able to spend the night in the same bed with him; he was able to see his body; he was able to lie on top of and underneath that body, almost naked; he discovered that Eliott had noticed him long before he ever realised, that he had made a huge impression on Eliott; he had had Eliott cuddling him for god knows how long; and he heard Eliott choose to stay with him that day over Lucille when Lucas had been feeling so secondary to other people in his life (his father, bloody Mika and Lisa, his friends if they knew his true self).

And he woke up alone.

Eliott did try to prolong things, but the reality is that he does have someone else he is seeing, whom he badly hurt last night, and at some point he did have to leave to go back to her and sort that all out. (Among other things, but that hasn’t come into the plot yet even if his ig has hinted at it.)

It is a shame that Eliott had to leave early (thanks David, I hate it!). Lucas would have needed more time with Eliott alone, especially after all the lost time with him that week when Eliott stood him up! It would have been so bitterly disappointing that Eliott slipped away without Lucas even being able to say goodbye to him or ask what the next step for them is…

I can’t stop thinking about how amazed Lucas would be feeling about everything they had done together that night and morning, but equally how upset he would be in Eliott’s absence, knowing he was probably with Lucille now…

And to make matter’s even worse, Lucas has an irate Chloe coming for him. Between missing Eliott like hell and stressed that he has yet another mess to clean up with Chloe, it’s no wonder he wants to just stay inside that weekend and avoid all the shitty things waiting for him outside. He either ignored all social media and forget all about Basile’s party in that funk (very likely), or he remembered but couldn’t face leaving his apartment.

Chloe is going to be coming hard for Lucas

Lucas really doesn’t help himself, does he? To actually type and send “…” in response to someone utterly irate at you for absolutely doing the wrong thing and being a dick to them… Oh boy. He just drew a big target on himself. I know he is just a teenage boy and the concept of deescalation might not register so much for him right now but it is just common sense not to piss someone off further.

I’m not going to lie, I laughed outright when I saw the nerve of Lucas to actually send “…” to Chloe. I am on Chloe’s side with this but holy heck, the audacity is pretty hilarious. Chloe sent a Men Are Trash post about him after just one infringement and he thinks “…” is a good idea? Lucas, mec, you are so effed.

Sidenote: I think Chloe has a right to give Lucas sass to her friends for the way he treated her. If she does what she is set up to do though, it goes beyond that and I don’t condone it.

As an extra sidenote: Although I haven’t warmed to Lucille in the admittedly tiny amount of time we have seen her (it doesn’t help that she seems to have a Resting Bitch Face like at Kiffance), I got a pang in my chest when Chloe revealed Eliott’s comments had made her cry. This whole situation suuuuuucks.

Anddd more fun under the cut.

Arthur fighting Lucas eventually?

It is interesting to see how Lucas’ absences are affecting his friends. (I guess you never know how much of a core you are to your group until you mysteriously stop being as available to them?)

The instagram videos were setting us right up for an eventual open Gang conflict with this new absence from Lucas. Lucas’ strange absences (and changing behaviour) are clearly already an issue for Arthur with that passive aggressive joke in their chat, and then they sure enough couldn’t get in contact with him at the grocery store. (Where they were so sweetly trying to buy his favourite food anyway! Thanks David, I love being set up for extra hurt).

Then the issue of Lucas ghosting them culminated at the party where it seemed to become more of a focus for them the drunker they got. Arthur seemed to be particularly affected while Yann was slightly more chill (‘He’s not answering his phone’ as opposed to WHERE THE EFF IS HEEEE). I understand that you’d be upset on behalf of your friend whose birthday is being ignored, and that you’d be worried (or frustrated) because it seems to be a pattern now, but yikes. I guess also that the party was clearly a flop and maybe they were thinking that if only Lucas would turn up, he’d somehow have this magic ability to make it great? That Chloe would come along and bring more people? I dunno. But all the ‘WHERE IS LUCAS’ from Arthur is probably why I actually dreamt last night that Arthur’s instagram was hacked open and it was full of Lucas photos hahaha. I wish I was joking. That was a bizarre dream.

But yes, Arthur seems to be really perceptive and not shy to speak his mind; he certainly has the right personality to call Lucas out about his behaviour to his face later. And like generally all of you, it kills me that Arthur is being set up to do it and not Basile (who isn’t the type to start fights unless it involves his virginity?!!). I would love Lucas to shove Basile around instead of Arthur… It’s awful of me, I know. Violence is bad, etc.

Those ig stories definitely upped the ante with the pressure it puts on Lucas to maintain the control that has started slipping from him with his conflicting worlds. He now has to deal with his friends after ghosting a friend’s birthday as well as dealing with Chloe. School on Monday will be fun...

Basile’s obsession with Daphne continuing at an even more alarming rate

The imagery of Daphne completely drunk and being lead away from everyone (ie. from safety) by a very creepy boy who doesn’t seem to understand boundaries was chilling. Just chilling. It actually looked sinister, like the start of a true crime documentary.

Normally I would say ‘Surely Basile wouldn’t do anything because she is drunk as anything’ but we did see him trying to touch a very drunk Maria in episode one. He doesn’t understand boundaries or how to respect a someone’s right to their own body. He is such a wild card. And it was disheartening to see that he was being egged on by his drunk friends, who were also trying to stop Daphne’s actual friends from interrupting them. It’s such a toxic culture… And while I am glad the writers seem to be covering it, it’s still hard to watch. I just hope they keep calling it out overtly!

(For the record, I don’t think Basile will do anything but the fact that he even tried to lead Daphne away from everyone else when she was severely intoxicated was awful enough.)

[callieshipman]

the 100 tag game!

i was (sort of) tagged by @easilydistractedbyfanfic! thanks <3

1. What Station on the Ark would you be from?

I like to think Farm, I love plants! But also maybe Polaris, because getting caught up in someone else’s drama and then dying offscreen is probably about how my TV life would go. 

2. What would you get arrested for on the Ark?

...making an inappropriate joke about treason? this is based off the fact that I once made a joke about overthrowing the government whilst touring Parliament and did NOT notice the policeman behind me.

3. Would you take off your wristband when you landed on the ground?

 my mum thinks I’m dead if she sees I don’t reply to her texts within five minutes so i’m gonna say no because i hate worrying people lmao

4 What would the necklace Finn would make for you look like? (Clarke: deer/Raven: a raven duh..)

i have so much dragonfly stuff, so probably that! i don’t even know where that came from, but it seems fitting.

5. If you could resurrect any MINOR character who would it be?

100% maya vie, the revolution queen always and forever! though she is not minor in my Heart

6. Create a squad of 5 characters to go on missions with. Who are they?

Bellamy, Monty, Raven, Abby, Indra! Between them they cover our bases of leadership, plants, machines, medicine, and general badassery

7. What Grounder Clan would you belong to you?

Shallow Valley looked like exactly the kind of place I’d like :)

8. What would your name be in Trigedasleng? (example: Octavia=Okteivia…just make it up!)

This is hard for Tabby! I guess Tabi?

9. Thoughts on Finn? Some people hate him, and others love him, so I’m curious

i’m not gonna sing his praises, but i think he’s more complex than some people give him credit for.  he did terrible things, but i’m never gonna get behind the grounder agenda of spending hours torturing a child to death. i recognise that this is entirely bonkers to say in the universe of the 100, but that dude should have had a fair trial

10. Be honest. How willing would you have been to take the chip without knowing all the horrible things it does?

i wouldn’t do it! also i have trouble with pills, there’s no way i’m dry swallowing that massive hunk of plastic

11. What character do you relate to most?

monty!! i have also watched people i love deeply fall apart, and his struggles in season 4 really resonate with me. but on a lighter note, i also relate to his sense of humour and his deep seated need to snark at people. and eating leaves.

12. What character do you like the least?

i’m gonna go with Cage Wallace, because fuck that guy. he’s just smarmy, it annoys me lmao

13. Describe your delinquent outfit. (Would you wear something like Murphy’s jacket with the spikey red shoulder patch or have a trademark like Jasper’s goggles? Be creative, yet practical)

i would probably have a pretty normal shirt and a thick jumper. i like yellow, but that probably wouldn’t fare so well with hiding in the woods and such so i’m gonna go with a dark green. that + trousers + my trusty walking boots.

14. Favourite type of mutant animal?

the glowing butterflies are pretty great!

15. What would your job be on the Ark?

probably counselling or something? i can’t imagine i’d be very high up, but probably with people a lot, i’m no good with machines

16. Would you have willingly pumped Ontari’s heart if Abby asked?

yeah but my face would be like D: the whole time

17. If Lexa wasn’t Heda, but she was still alive then who would have made the best commander?

Indra’s my go-to! she has experience, she’s level-headed, she’s respected, and clearly a strong fighter. i would follow her into war is what i’m saying here

18. How would you act if you ate the hallucinogenic nuts like Jasper and Monty?

i’d probably get loud and just start talking over people and offering opinions that no one asked for then fall asleep

19. How would you have dealt with Charlotte’s crime? A more John Murphy approach or Bellamy Blake approach?

i’d never have turned her away from the camp, but she definitely wouldn’t get away with it scot-free and i’d probably keep her away from the others to keep her and everyone else safe

20. Who should have been the Chancellor, if anyone?

jake griffin :’) he has a strong code of ethics, he’s smart, and he’s kind

21. Would you have been on Pike’s side like Bellamy or on Kane’s side? Or Clarke in Polis?

Kane’s, but probably somewhat removed from the drama

22. Mount Weather had a lot of modern commodities. (example: Maya’s Ipod) What is the one thing you would snatch while there?

i feel like i should say their advanced medical supplies, but i’d probably just take the iPod tbh! love me some music and i know maya had good taste

23. What would your Grounder tattoos look like? Hairstyle? War paint?

i looooove those winding tattoos that go all around arms and legs like vines, so maybe something like that? and my hair is pretty short so i’d probably wear it as it is, but maybe add tiny braids. as for war paint, i can’t be bothered to do regular makeup so i don’t know if i’d even do it. minimal if anything.

24. Favorite quote?

“My mom was the revolutionary. I’m just trying to make things right.” It’s Maya lovin’ hours! i don’t know why, i just really like this one. i’m not sure it’s my favourite, but i can’t think of anything else right now

25. If all of the characters were in the Hunger Games, who would have the best shot at winning?

Octavia, but only if someone else killed Bellamy, she’d never do it

26. Least favorite ship? Favorite canon ship? Favorite non canon ship? NOT INCLUDING CL OR BC OR BE

Least: uhh i don’t really dislike any ships that much but i guess i never really got the cl.exa hype

Favorite canon: up until s5, i really loved kabby! afterwards, i have no idea tbh a lot of the ships didn’t quite do it for me in s5 but i enjoy becho

Favorite non-canon: i’m hoping for the rise of niytavia this season ;)

27. A song that should be included in the next season? If there had to be another guest star like Shawn Mendes on the show, who would you want to make a cameo?

john mulaney. next question please.

28. What would you do if you were stuck in the bunker with Murphy for all that time?

well hopefully we become friendly but i would probably also go a bit nuts

29. You’re an extra that gets killed off. How do you die?

i choke on berries in the background of a massive fight scene

30. A character you’d like to learn more about and get flashbacks of?

Indra :0

31. A character you’d bang?

raven but preferably not just bc she’s sad again. also i would like to not perish immediately afterwards.

32. Would you stay in the Bunker? Go up to Space? Or live on your own in Eden?

spacekru! i would not survive either of the other environments at all

33. In the Bunker, would you follow Octavia? What would you do to pass the time underground?

i like to think i’d be the leader of some cool underground revolution, but publicly i’d follow her because she’s terrifying. i think i’d read and write and sleep a lot

34. What crime would you commit in the Bunker that lands you in the fighting pits?

underground revolution as mentioned above! alternatively, i am the blanket thief

35. Up in Space, who would you bond with first? Who would be the most difficult for you to get along with?

the100!tabby is gonna follow monty everywhere, let’s be real. i like to think we’d get on. as for most difficult...i’m not good at reaching out to people, so it would probably be a while before i ended up close with echo purely by virtue of neither of us ever starting a conversation

36. How long do you think you would last on Earth by yourself?

oh god, not long at all. i have zero survival skills, i’d starve. madi would have to parent ME

37. When the Eligius ship lands what do you do?

probably reveal myself and make it very clear i am in no way a threat- i’m not clarke griffin, i’m 5′4, unarmed, and i look like i’m made of noodles

38. Favourite Eligius character? Least favorite?

favourite: diyoza no competition (except sassy rewind guy)

least favourite - mccreary but in a fun way

39. Would you Spacewalk?

absolutely not you couldn’t pay me to do that

40. Would you prefer to eat Windshield Bugs, Space Algae, or Bunker Meat?

algae...for monty :)

41. Would you start a war for the last spot of green on earth? What would your solution be to avoid it?

i would try the negotiations! i’m sure they could have gotten somewhere in peace talks

42. Would you rather dig out flesh-eating worms or stick thumb drives into bullet holes?

thumb drives in bullet holes- the worms are much worse

43. Are you willing to poison your sister for the Traitor Who You Love? What would you do to stop Octavia?

yeah i’d do it, but i’d hate it. i’d try to avoid killing her, but if she needs to be incapacitated, then i’d do it for the safety of everyone else

44. Would you go to sleep in cryo or stay awake like Marper?

probably sleep, i’m not sure i could handle that life in isolation

45. Who are you waking up first to explore the new planet?

more or less the same lot. i’d actually wake Gaia too, she’s the Flamekeeper and might know some helpful hints about flame culture and stuff. she certainly knows the history. 

i’m tagging: @commanderclarke @paintingbellarke @sarka-stically and anyone else who wants to do it!

[artisticvicu]

Outside the Window

"Hey, dad." He looked over at his eldest finding their gaze out the dining room window. "Who's that standing at the end of the walk?"

His gaze turned to the window over the sink as he automatically reached up and turned the water off.

Outside the window, the morning was still going strong. What counted as the front yard was illuminated by the streaks of sunlight that made it through the large trees. The street beyond the small yard's fence was still bustling with morning traffic - both vehicle and foot traffic - but not an eye strayed to stare at the figure standing at the end of the walk at the closed gate.

He turned, drying off his hands. "Go free your Pa of the twins and send him to me. I'll go greet our guest."

He watched them leave, a tight expression still on their face of apprehension and confusion. He tucked the towel back into place hoping the hints of pain he had seen as well were from a mild headache rather than the pain he had gone through when he had first met one.

He was pulling on his other shoe when his husband joined him.

"Polaris said you were going to go see about a stranger at our gate?"

"Not sure if you'll be able to see them. Surprise Laris was, honestly." He paused, gaze on the wall opposite him. "Surprised I hadn't felt them."

"S-Ona?"

He smiled up at his husband. "Always so quick."

The offered hand was warm beneath his and he let his husband pull him to his feet. "Polaris has met M-Ona before."

The door handle, in contrast, was cold to the touch. "I had forgotten about that."

The air was still crisp and cool despite the hour and the handle added to the note that the night had been cold. The stranger at the gate was watching the trees dance in the light breeze drifting through though their attention was on him when the door opened fully. In a form not even remotely human, he was impressed that not a single eye flickered towards his home. Humans eyes were drawn to what they could not see if conscious enough and he knew there were at least three that weren't children that would be able to see the creature standing at his gate.

"Time has passed graciously and kind, Star Ona," he offered formally as he stepped off the landing that counted as their porch. "What draws one as you to me once more?"

The large black eyes of the S-Ona narrowed in the equivalent of a human smile. "Can not an old friend say hi, Ilnruk?"

He tapped the side of his nose with a smile. "No old friend of mine stands before me, Star Ona. Velgrath has long since left this Seer be for many kind years. But you know that as I know that. What brings you here, for I know it is not this Seer you are here to see."

The S-Ona's eyes narrowed even more till they were nothing more than thick dark lines on their pale head. "There yet has been word of such tongues from you, Ilnruk." The entire creature's head moved with their gaze. "Will not the child of one be just as quick?"

He looked beyond his husband to the door, spying his eldest standing in the doorway with the twins. The scowl on the eldest's face was more annoyance than pain and his smile turned into a grin. The twins darted across the short stretch of sidewalk and plowed into his husband's legs, tiny hands clinging to fabric as both started talking at once. "Laris," he spoke out as his husband dealt with their youngests in hushed tones. "Come meet the Star Ona currently giving you a splitting headache."

"I wouldn't call it so much splitting as annoying," Polaris offered, approaching with a wariness he appreciated. "You're the one that's been talking to me, then?"

"As it would seem," the S-Ona spoke. He got the distinct impression the mouthless creature was grinning.

"Then drop the tongues, Arak," Polaris bit out, "and properly introduce yourself."

The S-Ona laughed. and those eyes, though wide, conveyed the grin he could feel. "You've certainly raised them right, Ilnruk. And you've had a good teacher, too. It's not often we get Seers that can speak so eloquently that I couldn't resist." The S-Ona bowed deeply. "I am Elnarak. Velgrath was a dear companion of mine before the situations with you drew them away. I am glad their impression on you and yours has lasted."

Those dark eyes had briefly flickered up to his husband before settling specifically on the twins. They were still talking but their voices were muffled by magic of their own draw. He could see on his husband's face that it was only one sided, though, and that they were hearing everything quite well. "Velgrath was extremely potent," he offered, turning his attention back to Elnarak. "I would be surprised if their touch didn't touch the children of my children in some way, Seers or otherwise."

He got the impression that Elnarak was grinning again. "And now it's my turn," those dark eyes turned to Polaris, "with them." Those black eyes were on him again. "But this time the danger ahead is nothing like what you had to be prepared for, Seer."

Outside the window lightning lit up the night sky. The pouring rain was streaking the window and blurring the city lights he had missed seeing. The glass itself was cool against his forehead as the rumble of thunder made it tremble. A deep breath fogged up the glass beneath his line of sight.

A presence he had missed far more pressed in at his back and he pulled his head away from the glass, straightening his posture as two very familiar arms wrapped around his chest. "Are you going to keep the windows up all night?" a voice asked nonchalant in his ear. "I'm sure they can support themselves."

A smile pulled at his lips as his gaze focused on where a reflection should be. The lighting was off, obscuring both of their faces. "I apologize, Ezekiel. I had not been paying the time any mind."

There was a kiss to his neck. "You've been lost in thought for hours, love. It's now approaching three in the morning and we still have a 9am meeting."

He leaned his head back, weight shifting into the sure body behind him. "I had forgotten about that."

Another roll of thunder. He wasn't sure if he was sad or not about missing the lightning that had preceded it.

"What has your attention so tight, love?" that voice softly coaxed.

He sighed. "The Walkers were preparing me for something but since I've returned to this...." he made a face, "I don't know, world? I haven't been able to figure out what. It feels like it should be obvious but even my Sight isn't helping me. I can't See anything. Haven't since I came back." The arms tightened around him. He wondered if they were in response to the tension in his own body. "And it scares me."

"Come to bed, then," Ezekiel urged. "Please, love. You need sleep. We both do before tomorrow's meeting. Afterwards I am whisking you away to some beach and we'll sit and talk about the marriage you promised me three years ago."

He chuckled. "I did promise you that, didn't I." He turned around in that embrace, snaking his arms around someone he never wanted to let go of again. "To bed with us, then. We have a busy day tomorrow."

Outside the window, the rain had turned into a drizzle but the bright morning sun was already above the layer of clouds leaving the view outside gray and wet. It was certainly better than the chaos of the meeting before him. With a solid foot on the table, he rocked on the back two legs of his chair, glaring at the idiots before him. The few that were actually trying to accomplish something were saved from his wrathful gaze and the touch of magic he couldn't quite wrangle in.

Ezekiel sat back down with a quiet snarl, glaring at the atrocity of a man at the other end who took Ezekiel's move as a surrender. Even the uncontrolled touch of his magic did nothing to get the atrocity to fall silent when his glare landed on the man.

"Lord Talmas, unless you have something of use to say, shut the fuck up."

His voice was sharp, cutting through the atrocity's words with ease. The magic that rolled with his words got everyone's attention. He stood slower than he would normally, splayed his hands on the table and leaned into them slower than normal. He let the magic around him thicken and weigh heavy on all of them. His glare remained on Lord Talmas at the other end of the table. "We are here for a reason and I am sick and tired of listening to your pompous ass speak as if you're important." The man bristled at that and he stood his full - albeit a bit short - height. "Unless you have something of value to contribute to the actual reason this meeting is being held, sit down, shut up, and listen. The only reason you are here is because of your status, Lord Talmas, and I expect you to act your position and not the entitled little brat you're behaving like."

Outrage erupted around him. The thickened magic buried all of them as he sneered at those that had jumped to defend the other man. "You are welcome to leave," he informed each of them and many of those still seated. "I am not forcing you to stay. However, if you walk out that door, I will make sure that whatever aid we send you takes its sweet ass time getting to each of you specifically. Your people will be fine but you, personally, may perish if you don't start acting like the leaders you are expected to be. I promise you that."

Everyone settled as the magic lifted and he fought the urge to sigh. He turned a softer gaze to Madam Van. "We will be proceeding under the impression that the intel you have received is accurate. I would much rather be prepared than caught not. We'll have to be careful, though. If we do too much, they may move faster than we can keep up with."

He wasn't sure why Sight warned him, why Sight showed him moments before it happened, but he went from calmed fury to terrified for Ezekiel's life at the flip of a switch. Without thinking, he spun from the table, grabbed his fiance's arm and pulled as magic surged at his command. The explosion slammed into what barrier he could swiftly construct and shattered it. He and Ezekiel were thrown to the floor and his head erupted in pain.

It was like he had become Sight. Everything - past, present, and possible futures - were filling his mind and it was all he could do to keep himself separate from the flashing instances. He witnessed things he knew could happen and witnessed things he prayed never did. There was no point of reference as he watched people he didn't even know - couldn't even recognize as a type of being - in a world so unfamiliar deal with horrible or fantastic or breathtaking or heartbreaking things so rapidly over what felt like an eternity - or was it only a few seconds - that he started to forget he was even a person to begin with.

The pain flared and he cried out but none that he saw heard him, his voice lost in the in betweens, lost to the passage of time, and he felt so isolated. The chaos around him seemed to only get more frantic and he wanted to close his eyes, to block it out, but he had no eyes to close.

"Come on. Just a bit more, Ilnruk."

He was standing. Multiple scenes were happening around him barely an arm's distance away from him, but he was standing and he had a body again.

"Good. Good. This is good."

The voice echoed about him but it was hard to tell if it was in his head or in the space he was occupying. He looked around despite only seeing different scenes everywhere he looked. "What's good?!" he shouted back. "Who are you?! What's going on?!"

"Introductions when you are more stable. Now, Ilnruk, focus. Work with the Sight. It does not have to control you."

"How?" He didn't care the word carried his desperation. "I don't even know what's going on!"

There was a heavy pause as several thousand, very violent, very horrible things showed around him in rapid succession. "Despite our lack of time, I'll start you off from the beginning. Breathe deep and slow. Breathe, Ilnruk, and be still."

Outside the window, the sky held a spattering of clouds. The sky itself was dark, like the sun was at the edge of the horizon. He knew it was early morning. He knew it was early morning 17 days after he had yanked Ezekiel from harm. He knew what had filled those 17 days for the world but, more importantly, he knew what had transpired in his home and around it. A debilitating headache made it hard for him to even want to move but he moved anyways.

Ezekiel's gaze was where he looked for it, meeting that bewildered gaze steadily. He didn't have to look to see the scarring around the man's throat, the raw look to his hands, the clothing that was somebody else's and dirtied with dust, grime, and blood that was and wasn't his own. Most of it wasn't his own. He didn't have to ask to know what his fiance had lived through, what had happened in his absence, and he wasn't sure if he cared enough to hate that fact at the moment.

He would later.

Ah, yeah, he hated it.

"Peter," fell off his fiance's tongue rough and choked. The man was at his side but he was already getting out of bed, hands up and pulling the other man in for a tight embrace he knew the other needed.

With the other man's face buried into his neck and shoulder, he looked at the only other figure in the room. "Velgrath. Star Ona are not supposed to be getting involved. You know this."

The S-Ona smiled the only way they do. "And yet I am here anyways." Those black eyes became their normal shape, focused a stare on him that was neutral, expectant. "Welcome back, Ilnruk."

"I'm glad to be back." He meant it. "But now we have work to do."

"Velgrath has told me some of what had been happening to you," Ezekiel offered as he pulled away. "What should I expect?"

"For this to be chaotic and seemingly hopeless before it works," he offered truthfully. "If we act now and act quickly, we can get the desired outcome with as little death as possible." He started for the door. "We have to speak with Brekon first."

A hand wrapped around his wrist and he looked back at Ezekiel. "Peter, Warren-"

"I know." There wasn't much time and they were wasting it. He rolled his arm over in the hold and gave Ezekiel's arm a squeeze. "Do your best not to fight me in what I'm about to do. It will work." He locked eyes with Velgrath. The S-Ona was waiting already knowing what was about to happen. "The execution of it all will probably be a bit messy."

Ezekiel's expression didn't lose the worry.

Outside the window, the summer heat was coming off the patio in waves distorting the view beyond. Soft chatter behind him reminded him of where he was and what he was doing. He turned only to be startled to find Ezekiel barely a step away. The man's hands were wrapped around his arms as he swayed a bit too far off balance from the mild fright. He offered an embarrassed grin. "Sorry. You startled me," he offered lamely.

Ezekiel's expression was surprisingly controlled as the other man offered him a soft smile. "I noticed. I came over to see if you wanted anything to eat. You barely touched any of your breakfast."

He shook his head, hands splaying themselves on Ezekiel's well dressed chest. "I'm ok for now. Thank you, though." His gaze went to those in the room.

Warren and Brekon were on the couch asleep both heavily covered by blankets that hid the serious injuries they had both sustained. Hidden even by bandages were the pale starburst markings of Velgrath's gift to them both at the cost of the S-Ona's existence. Pandora was sitting with Madam Van, the young boy he had briefly met an hour ago asleep on her lap. He knew Aiden was somewhere close in the freshly repaired mansion toting around the two little girls and smallest boy that made up the rest of his and Pandora's little family. Probably the kitchen if Ezekiel's mention of wanting anything to eat was anything to go by. The three M-Ona were still huddled around his journals for some reason, Pandora and Aiden's eldest boy smack dab in the middle of the trio wide eyed.

He didn't recognize the seven other moving bodies in the room but that was probably fine.

He looked back at Ezekiel and briefly wondered how long he had been lost in thought. Ezekiel's touch was still on his arms, gentle and soothing and oh so patient. He smiled up at him. "Sorry. Being without Sight and magic seems to have robbed me of more than I thought."

Ezekiel pressed a kiss to his forehead. "I doubt you were robbed of anything but those, love. Come. The others will be joining us soon."

Outside the window the snow was drifting through the still night air. He felt Ezekiel shift on the bed behind him but the small body resting against his chest kept him awake at the dead of night. He had to concentrate to get magic to warm the blankets a bit more and he felt both bodies relax again. He returned his attention to the snow and waited.

Nothing came. No vision of a moment, no impression of events to come, no understanding that he shouldn't know. Nothing. No voice, no presence, no swell of magic.

Instead he found the exhaustion that comes with raising a child barely in school and twin babes. He found the quiet hum of magic far softer than the magic he had grown accustom to. He found a peace he had never known had existed till he had everything that had made him who he was ripped away and then shoved back into his arms.

All but Sight.

He shifted in the bed, settling the little body against Ezekiel's chest before curling around the small child and into Ezekiel's chest himself.

But that was to be expected. Sight had left all that had possessed it. It would be a long time before it returned to any again like that.

The little body between him and Ezekiel burrowed deeper into the warmth in its sleep.

Well, that depended on perspective. To the Ona, it would be a brief pause in Earth's existence before Sight would be needed again.

[bloo-the-dragon]

New Arrival

Sooooooo.... i miiight have had a little idea hit me after completing this previous draw. >w>

Been wanting to introduce Polaris at some point as well so i guess this is a good start! :D 

These characters are now being rehashed for original content, so I've gone back and re-written this story slightly! As for the art link above, i shall leave it there but it is no longer a part of this story. I'll probably go about re-drawing the scene with the characters new designs. (Well, Polaris' new design anyway heh) Thankyou for reading, i hope you enjoyed! ^^

Polaris heard the soft crunching of his twin brothers feet on the snow outside before hearing him open the front door to their cabin, and he let out a soft sigh of relief. Solaris had been gone longer than usual, and he had been beginning to worry for his safety. As Polaris heard his brother open the door and shuffle inside, he made his way from the main living room to the entrance hall.

“Sal! Where have you been? You said you’d only… be…”

Polaris trailed off and stared at Solaris, who stood by the entrance looking very sheepish with a tiny cloaked skeleton bundled up in his arms that appeared to be sleeping. Polaris stared, wide eyed for a moment before opening his mouth as to say something then closed it again. Solaris beat him to finding words to say.

“Uhhhh…. Ok, Polar now before you freak out i can explain-”

“SAL! WHAT THE HECK IS THAT A SKELETON?!” Polaris shouted suddenly, cutting Solaris off as he lurched forward, causing Solaris to flinch and the small skeleton in his arms to snap awake in surprise from the sudden increase in vocal volume.

“Shhhh! Polaris keep it down, we don’t need to wake the whole town over this!” Solaris hushed his twin quickly, keeping his hold on the skeleton child with one arm while pressing a finger to his mouth with the other.

“Ah-Right right, sorry” Polaris replied, in a quieter and slightly sheepish tone as he rubbed the back of his head, before readjusting his hat. He frowned slightly.

“It’s just… I’ve never seen another skeleton before.. I thought.. we…” He trailed off again.

“I know.. I couldn’t believe it myself when i saw them” Solaris murmered, looking down at the small skeleton in his arms. The brothers fell silent for a moment as the small skeleton child yawned and rubbed their eyes sleepily.

Polaris tilted his head and came a little closer. The tiny skeleton in his brothers arms stared up at him with large curious eyes and tilted their head as well, mimicking his action.

“…Why arn’t they wearing any shoes?” Polaris asked.

“Not sure… they are kinda cute though” Solaris replied a little distracted as he shifted his hold on the child slightly. He smiled warmly as they giggled softly as they played with one of the ends of his scarf.

Polaris smiled and huffed a small sigh at the sight. “Where did you find them?” he asked as he bent down to get a closer look at the tiny skeleton who curiously stared up at him.

“Out in the snow, not too far from here” Solaris replied.

Polaris frowned. “Huh. Whats their name? Do they have any family?”

Solaris suddenely looked very sheepish, “I ah… i might have not asked that ehehe…”

Polaris looked up at his brother with a icredulous look.

“You’re kidding.”

Solaris grinned and shrugged. Polaris facepalmed and groaned, “Saaal why must you do this? They might have family out there looking for them!”

Before Solaris could respond, the child in his arms suddenly perked up and waved at them both, a happy smile on their face and signed something with their hands. Both brothers looked at each other for a moment before looking back to the small child.

“Wait, you… have siblings? Where are they?” Solaris asked them. The child nodded and then signed something again.

“Ah.. ok then. So your on your own?"

Another nod

"Whats your name?” Polaris asked.

They signed again.

“…Snowy?”

They nodded again.

“Huh well ok then. But wait -your so small and young! You can’t stay out there all by yourself! Not without shoes or proper warm clothing, you’ll freeze! Hmmm…” Polaris put a hand to his chin with a deeply thoughtful expression on his face. Solaris and Snowy both looked up at him and unconciously tilted their heads in unision. They both jumped when Polaris suddenly snapped his fingers.

“I got it! Why don't you stay with us for a while?" Polaris asked with a happy grin. “Whoa, wait Polar! Are you serious?” Solaris asked. His expression and tone contained a hint of excitement. "Of course! We can take care of them until their family comes for them! It'l be fine Sal, don't worry!" Polaris gently plucked the tiny and slightly confused skeleton from his twins arms, who looked up curiously at him. Polaris smiled. "Would you like to stay with us for now? We don't have much here, but i can assure you we take great care of you! How's about it lil guy?” Polaris asked the small child. Snowy blinked in confusion for a moment before a bright smile spread on their face and they giggled happily before nodding. They had no voice, so the noise they made was just small breathy sounds but it was enough to melt the hearts of both brothers.