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⋆˖⁺‧₊☽◯☾₊‧⁺˖⋆ The way she's looking at him has his skin crawling in a way it hasn't in over a year... in maybe - he doesn't know how long - maybe he's misjudging the time but whatever it is, it doesn't feel right and it's only the kind of grin he ever saw cross the lips of His Excellency when the little beast was itching to make him scream. There were only certain kinds of songs that His Excellency ever wanted to hear and they all involved his throat tearing so raw that they always ended in blood.

She's demanding he take his mask off or she'll do it for him and that can only have two meanings. That being that one - she had full of intention of attempting to force it open or to force him to do so himself OR two - she had gotten her nasty hands so close to Opettaja that she knows where the safety releases were and she intended to use them.

That means however that she needed to she so close to him that she could reach around to the back of his head to get to them and he had no intention of ever letting her get so close to a part of him that was so horribly delicate. He'll die first.

It still however has his blood boiling in rage as eyes narrow down and a deep growl unlike anything that's ever admitted from him before rolls up from his belly and crawls out of his throat with the same fangs and claws that an infernal would have done so in a clear display of warning.

He was warning her and he hopes she's damn well aware that he could snap these ropes on his wrist if he really wanted to. He's powerful enough to do so if he can only focus for a minute. She realizes she's tangling with an Unlimited and he will make her regret her every breath if she so much as dares to place hand on his neck. He hates it when anyone touches his neck, so she sure as hell wasn't allowed to do so.

She could threaten him all she likes that doesn't mean he'll do as she asks just because he has his hands literally tied behind his back and he can feel the man behind him tighten his grip on his wrists as the Misterican starts to lean backwards and away from her. Words are flying out of him faster than he can think to reel them back.

"Älä koske minuun!!"

(Don't touch me!!)

And he doesn't know why it came out of him in that language and not Wonderlandian but there is a voice in his brain that is screaming danger and rattling the metaphorical bars telling him to stop playing this game with her and run. There is a voice in his mind begging him to stop sacrificing himself for others because they're far enough away from the town now and to just be done with this because sacrificing himself wasn't what Opettaja would want and it certainly wasn't fair to Rakkani.

He needed to get back to Rakkani and to make sure both him and the boy got home safety. Sacrificing himself was going to accomplish nothing if he got stuck in chains, bowing to that putrid pink beast again.

There is a voice in his head that is both scared and screaming at him. Practically begging "Ole hyvä ja juokse. Juokse. Tätä ei Opettaja halua." (please run. run. this isn't what Opettaja would want.)

But it's hard to listen to it when there is another sensation a little bit further behind it begging for a far different outcome. An outcome when he simply just tears out her fucking throat.

⋆｡˚☽˚｡⋆ Fuery's gotta stop acting like he knows any of these fuckers' names. So apparently there is some Revon guy that he is going to assume is onna them misteri-whatever's like Sugar Cube was. Nonna it makes any sense. This is almost as bad as translating Marco's notes except he had no base for reference.

"So ya called that Cid guy ta git'im ta send out help ta yer Cotton Ball but how they suppos'ta find'im all the way out'ere? We're way the fuck out'ere Fuery. Radios'er one thing but Fluff Puff ain't got one on'im n' if 'e's fightin' e' ain't gunna b'able ta answer. Anyway you seem'ta know whatch'yer doin'. How far is this Como-whatever?"

Green lips pull back into a half-snarl as the men begin to fall. It seems Makenshi thinks being a smartass is a good decision, and it's half tempting to simply retrieve a syringe from her ship.

That little blue freak was only ever good for dosages, but he at least served his purpose well.

If she's lucky, he'll come looking for Makenshi sooner or later and she can use him for leverage. Blood tends to be a good motivation tool, and her pet has plenty enough to show.

They walk further after a brief exchange, with Makenshi dragging himself. At least his arms are firmly under control.

The Maken is of more pressing concern, but...

A smirk comes onto her face as she strides towards their new prisoner. She doesn't need a syringe when she has pollen more readily available and a key bit of knowledge taken by force years ago.

"'kenshi-baby, that silly mask of yours can come off... Either take it off or I'll do it for you."

And as soon as it's off, she'll throw a whole handful and Makenshi won't be a problem.

"Boy toy?!" the technician exclaims.

"He's my fiancè, not - okay. Okay. Not the point. The point is that I already had help sent. And if Revon's still there when I get back, I'll send him too. I would never leave him to deal with this alone. When we get there, we'll get you settled and fed, then figure out a game plan to find Alphonse."

All he can hear is that Black Wind is leaving.

And Revon is leaving with him.

He's wringing his hair out and pulling on the shirt he definitely didn't steal from Aamun as fast as he can in order to scramble out of the showers.

"Ei - Revon?"

There's a shake in his voice as the name spills over his lips into the empty hall.

Another avoidable death.

He's sure that his earring will crack any minute now, but certainly it won't match the deafening shatter of his heart as he takes himself back to his room.

For the third time, he just wasn't fast enough.

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Color!!!!!! Flats anyway. I'm trying to record in phases so things aren't super long as I document process for my buddy because i'm teaching him how to draw. So I'm playing with my new toy admittedly while I work on drafts and such. Its been a hot minute since I did a puff doodle and it feels so nice to draw my boy again.

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I have a screen recorder now and I have figured out how to remove the time recording limit on it so have a PUFF! I did the original lines in '22 so I had to fix some things.

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⋆˖⁺‧₊☽◯☾₊‧⁺˖⋆ Revon's hand on his belly is gently pushing him backwards until he's setting in a proper upright position and not hanging over his bind so he can talk to his brother. He's apologizing for it being a rough day and speaking so formally to him. Is it because he's a royal or because he's the Child of White? If he had to place a wager on one of the two, there is a nagging doubt that it has anything to do with the fact he's royal.

Everyone either stares at him with awe and disbelief that he actually exists or treats him like a precious glass sculpture they'll smudge with their fingerprints if they touch him; when in reality he's none of those things and he likes it much better when Opettaja equates him to a puffball and nothing more.

He is much more content when he gets to be nothing but a little puff of cloud curled up in a bean bag anyway.

"Oh uh - well you're very critical of the church in your writings and I wanted to read more about the parts where you were speaking about how the church treats colors but Opettaja Aamunkoitto said it was 'redundant' and 'Didn't actually apply because the Church was wrong anyway.' But is that true? I read a little of it on my own time but it was really confusing. Is it true that the public is scared of other colors?

I know Mist effects can be scary but that doesn't mean they're scary. I can't imagine being scared of other colors. Opettaja Aamunkoitto is pink and I know he would never hurt me, even if he is very strict...and Revon is my knight, I wouldn't have picked him if I was scared of him. Most of the palace staff are those colors too... and well... brown. Wait, is that why father employs so many of those colors?"

"Yes, Highness. We didn't want you to fret yourself with the church's silly false claims of color superiority."

"But this is the exact thing I should be fretting, Revon. Color superiority doesn't exist. I would know, if it did she would have told me."

"Yes of course, My Liege and I agree with you but unfortunately there were certain calls that we as your binds still weren't allowed to make. I'm sure had he been permitted, Aamunkoitto still would have taught you this information."

"So then tell me now. Do other Mistericans really hate other colors? All because of the lies Sumu told? It's not the first lie he's told anyway, so why am I surprised?"

The prince's shoulders are slumping a little as he crosses his arms and allows himself to sink into his bind's lap. An exhausted groan is leaving him as he rolls his eyes at the idea.

"Joo, My Liege. He lied again. He's lied about a lot of things."

"This is why I can't stand that man. Not only is he mean, but he's a liar too. He shouldn't be holding power at all and I'm not just saying that to say the crown should have it all. The crown needs someone to check and balance them just as well but it should be someone honest and not a liar like Sumu."

Another groan as he lets himself slump even further into the knight's lap, leaning his back against the Aurorean's chest fully while he sets there with exhaustion on his face that speaks of more burn out in a teenage boy that would be better equated to that of a middle aged man.

"I'm not saying you were far off with your critiques of the Church or the Crown but I'm saying Father would listen to you if you got to set in a room with either of them and Sumu would only wear that viper smile of his and just charm you with his mist so he didn't have to listen to anything you could say he's doing wrong. Father has done plenty of things I don't agree with, I won't entirely defend him even if I am his son. There are things I would do differently and will do differently when I complete my path.

But when it comes to the way the Crown and Church function as a fluid unit to bring the betterment of our people - you're absolutely right in saying it needs work. It needs a lot more work than everything you mentioned in your book and some of that work has to deal with how Father is so different whenever he comes back from seeing His Grace Holier-than-thou."

"My Liege, I know you dislike the man, but you need to still address him with respect."

"Why? He doesn't address you with respect, or Vaari Taivas... and I'm still mad he was rude Opettaja Sielu all those years ago. He's never been polite to me so why should I speak kindly of someone who clearly hates me?!"

A huffed groan leaves him as his shoulders raise and fall all at once with the sound of it. The knight can only sigh as he wraps his arms around the boy in a very fatherly way. He too is sighing in much more polite sort of way before he sounds.

"Forgive him. Piipsa Sumu is an extremely frustrating subject for His Highness."

His face burns hotter than it probably ever has in his life as the prince lights with recognition.

Even with the buffer of his own mask and that of the younger's, which is notably much higher quality, he finds himself leaning as far away as he can without falling. It's better not to risk being falsely accused of negligence later, however low the likelihood.

"Hauska tavata, Eversti," he manages, trying his very best not to hold eye contact with anyone for too long. A strong arm pulls him back onto the couch, and he finds himself wishing Sielu were tall enough to hide behind.

"... I am the same author, yeah. I- Uh- I didn't know anyone would ever use my works in teachings, but I'm honored, honestly. I'm really not all that cool, I just - I -"

Speechless. He has been rendered totally speechless and Lento isn't even here to blame for it. Not that she'd ever do that to him, of course...

"Vihr," Sielu calls, and that's enough to bring him back. That voice is always enough to bring him back, a sharpened blade to slice with ease through even the most stubborn and intricate webs of anxieties. "It's okay. No one hates you or your work."

Right. The Prince is excited, not angry - thank the heavens he isn't angry. There's nothing to worry about.

"Sorry, Highness. It's just been a bit of a rough day so far, please forgive me. I'm honored. I'd love to know what you think, if you'd like to share. And maybe a little more about your library, too - only if you want though."

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⋯✧・♪♫♪・✧⋯ The only way he can describe this place is dirty. This inn is messy and there are cracks in the walls and he wonders if these people have ever heard of paint in their entire lives. Being in a building that isn't made of crystal is more than unsettling but he can't find the right word for it and even having only been here for a few months means that they haven't had it in them to go out into this world and explore and yet he doesn't know if he wants to.

This town is far from welcoming but he doesn't know where else they're supposed to go when they don't have anything to their names and the only reason he thinks they still have a room here is because the innkeep and what he only assumes is his bond took some kind of twisted pity on them. Sielu and Sydän must have begged their way into this one and his own singing voice is what kept them there.

He wasn't in the mood for singing tonight.

There's eyes on him as he walks his way through the halls and into the lobby of the building that is if you could call it that.

"Need something, son?" The woman behind the counter calls out to him and he gives her a look that says he clearly doesn't understand what she just said.

"It's nice to see you up and about." She continues as if he can understand her so he just nods his head as if he does to keep this one sided conversation rolling.

She's coming out from behind the counter to put her hands on him and he hates it. She's patting down his arms and then at his back before she smiles at him in an awkward sort of way that tells him she doesn't mean any harm but he just doesn't understand a damn thing she's trying to say to him.

"You seem like you're feeling better. Can I get you something?" And his stomach growls loudly as if it understands what she means when he certainly doesn't.

"Oh you poor dear. Are you hungry?"

And that's one of the only words he's been able to figure it out since they got here even if he hasn't been out of bed much since they landed themselves in this damnable town.

Hungry meant nälkäinen and he knows to nod at that word and it's the way she smiles at him that tells him that it was this woman was probably the reason Sielu and Sydän were able to beg their way into this place with no words of their own to use. Though he can practically hear the babbling mess of worry his bond had to have been when he tried. Misterican probably flying out of his mouth faster than anyone here had the opportunity to register that the panicked fool wasn't speaking their tongue.

They said he was pretty rough. He doesn't remember much of the first few weeks here. It's all hazy at best and missing at worst. So he had to be. This woman seems to think so even as she swishes her tail of a brown toned fur back and forth when she walks. She halts shoulders going rigid and her back straight as the man who he assumes owns this place and he's making a face at him that he doesn't like.

This man always seems to look at any of them when they leave their room with the nastiest expression.

"Don't hand out freebies to those vermin, Darma. You know they ain't got any money." The man snarls at her and she frowns in response. He doesn't know what he said but the tone sounded awful.

She's moving to put her hand against his arm gently as her tall animal like ears are drooping. If he had to compare them to anything this woman had a strange way of reminding him of koira.

"Don't call him that. He's just a lost one and you know we were all lost ones too once, Kartal."

She's patting his arm and he's not moving. There is something going on between then and he doesn't want to interrupt if it is going to destroy his chance of bringing back a meal.

"He's just hungry and he'll help me clean the kitchen, won't you dear?"

Again he knows the word 'clean' means 'siisti' and if that's all it takes to get them fed tonight then he'll clean whatever they need him to so he's nodding with no words because they don't understand him anyway.

"See? They might not have any money right now, but we can't just abandon them, Kartal. When we were lost ones, someone helped us out too and this one was so hurt I almost didn't think he would make it."

Her arm is looping in his as she pulls gently a little and starts to bring him towards the kitchens.

"Come now dear. I'll make something for you and your friends and you can clean the kitchen when we're done, alright?"

Hours pass before the woman is presenting him with three large bowls of what appears to be soup and she's placed them all on a tray. His stomach growls at the smell of it because even if it didn't have any sugar in it, it was better than nothing. But he at least kept up with cleaning as they worked.

A few knicks of fresh cuts on his fingers from struggling with a knife when he was trying to help her chop what he was sure vegetables he'd never seen before and small bruises on his arms where he'd knocked and bumped them as he worked but he'd survive.

Hours pass before the door to their small room is creaking open as the eldest works to slip his foot into the crack of it to push it open fully so he can bring the tray of three lukewarm bowls in to set them on the table.

He'll trade as much labor as they ask of him if it keeps their stomachs full.

"Rakkasulaulu. Are you awake? Wake Sydän. We're eating tonight."

He's setting the tray down with hands that are covered in bandages.

Most of the reason he keeps himself busy is to protect what little remains of his loved ones. He can't assume anyone survived that, but he also does not want to think about the toll. He does not want to remember anything at all, so he fills his time and thoughts with tasks to help preserve what he has left.

Sitriini shouldn't be out too much. Sydän is the only one of them who can't be healed by her Mist. Neither of them can afford being the one who forages and who risks becoming a punching bag for whoever or whatever gets angry that day.

And yet, here he lays, clinging and breaking apart into sobs instead. Surely he could have tried something else.

Surely, especially given the fact that no matter how hard he tries to push it out, he can still hear the impact into this hellhole and the way his bond had nearly suffocated on his own blood. They'd had to force release his sumunaamio to let purple flood into his lungs near constantly for days before they got him back, and almost immediately Sitriini had checked on them. They'd been able to move to a room in an inn, somewhere to keep the man comfortable while he recovered and while they worked out a plan.

They still haven't worked out a plan, and that feels like as much of a failure as coming back empty-handed.

Just another to add to the list. He couldn't save his parents, he couldn't save his co-binds, and now he can't even make sure the only people he's got left are taken care of.

It seems like he should still be out finding food rather than crying about trivial matters like fear and pain and grief.

Do the bruises even matter? There are more important things to be doing than healing before he actually needs it, but he's laying here anyway.

He's been coming back to the inn every night in rough shape, so logic should have it that he can withstand a little more.

He wants to.

He wants to be brave enough, strong enough, and has it not always been that way?

He's always fallen just shy of where he should. Here he is, repeating the same pattern he was born into. There's no way out of it when he's on his own, when he only feels complete filling his lungs with Mist that is and isn't his at the same time.

Just like Lord Haya, people would say.

But he wasn't. They were always let down when he didn't measure up to whatever expectations were laid out for him.

It feels like only a matter of time before Sitriini ends up feeling resentful of him just the same.

And his sister - she's not feeling well. She at least should have food, shouldn't she?

Isn't it his turn to protect?

Sore arms hold her more firmly to him as another sob is heaved into her shoulder.

"I'm s- I'm sorry," he nearly squeaks.

A few more seconds pass.

She would have known anyway. There's no point in lying to her, even if she's asleep or half-awake or miles away. It just doesn't work.

"... I'm scared."

He just wants Sitriini to come back. He should have never let the man leave. What was he thinking?

What were any of them thinking?

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⋆˖⁺‧₊☽◯☾₊‧⁺˖⋆ There is chatter amongst the walls of the Comodeen to the sound of a familiar voice. One he has not heard in some time and somehow he finds himself believing that his mind might be playing tricks on him to have heard it. To have heard her.

What is she - why is she - back in Wonderland?

He's not upset at the notion but at the same time he can't help but bring himself to worry because anyone who is dear to him, well worrying is just something he naturally does... and while they were not as close as he would have liked the bond was still building slowly and he would to build it even more.

So sharply tuned ears have him floating through the halls as silently as he does until he finds the source of the sound. A young woman with deep black hair clad in a shade of orange he has to admit he's always been fond of.

"Miss Lisa?" He chimes in a sing song sort of question. "You're back."

A slight smile on hidden lips as starts to bloom on his features.

"It's been some time, are you well?"

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Misterican Culture || The Bonded Pair

Within the space of Mistericans culture there are two ways mist can be mixed, and that is by way of a Soul Bind which is in service to the royal family and that of a Love Bond which is that of two Mistericans who have formed a bonded pair or in more human terms, a couple.

Mistericans refer to their romantic counterpart as their "bond", much in the same way a royal/vassal will refer to their counter as their "bind".

But what is the difference between a bind and bond?

A bind is a pact made between two Mistericans by way of a Life Oath that can only be performed between a Royal and another Misterican (usually a teacher or a knight). This Life Oath is a Service Life Oath and it puts the Misterican in question in service to the Royal they bound to.

A bond is a relationship formed between two Mistericans in concerns a romantic intentions. So since same sex/ any gender relationships were a normally within the space of Misterican Culture, instead of using gendered language to refer to their partner they simply called them "their bond".

That's why a couple in the space of Misterican Culture was known as a "Bonded Pair". It's just the same that they didn't really refer to each other with gendered language post marriage but still continued to call them "their bond" (or their love bond) but the act of marriage was referred to as "mixing mist" because they literally did so when performing the sacred dance during that ceremony. This is how the gems of commitment were formed.

So a Misterican would never ask "Would you marry me?"

They would ask "Would you mix mist with me?" Or "Would you mix your mist with mine?"

The act of marriage is much less a legally binding act that give governmental benefit in their culture and much more an act of blending two souls into one, as their mist is "Their Soul's Breath" so to blend them is extremely intimate and personal. The act of marriage to a Misterican is something that they mean with their soils and they won't ever rush into the act without thought. Doing so means you're bound forever and to unbind two mixed souls is extremely difficult.

That being said, Mistericans love in a multitude of ways and express that love to more than just their bond. To speak "Rakastan Sinua" or "I love you" to someone who is not your bond is not only commonplace but also encouraged. They have other ways of expressing affection that are more romantic in nature.

Mistericans can hold affection for others Ina variety of ways, and romantic isn't always it. Snuggling with and purring on a loved one is not uncommon but is also normal practice for them. This applies to parents, children, siblings, teachers, friends, extended family, binds, etc.

Mistericans only live once and when they die their physical form fades out, so they are rarely shy about showing some form of physical affection, be it - hugging, cuddling, purring, rubbing their horns together, forehead kisses, or hand holding. This is why they greet each other the same way they pray because each and every encounter is a gift and a blessing.

That being said, forming a bond with another Misterican (or with one at all) is not an instant thing and it is something they take excessively seriously due to the intimate nature of things like mixing mist or kissing. Due to things like kissing at all because doing so could accidently mix mist and if they aren't careful they could hurt the other person.

Mistericans are not human and do not love like human do. Their culture and physical attributes have formed their own ways to approach this subject and they don't take it lightly. AKA Mistericans are not likely to have short relationships or flings because forming a bonded pair takes TIME and they are such an intimate step in life.

Gems are normally exchanged upon a pair being formed, normally soul gems from either side of the forming couple as a show of affection and intention - and this too is a large step for a Misterican to take as giving a soul gem is handing a loved one both proof they loved but also proof of their existence should something happen to them.

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@aquaticsoul it's us

what ive learned from making joke headcanons is that within an hour theyre usually no longer a joke

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They say there's a bounty hunter out there in Wonderland that can strip your voice away. They're calling him The Silencer....

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( @aquaticsoul needs some help) ->

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He's picked a day where he assumes Aurinko isn't quite as busy to drop by. A quick glance into the office shows this to be true, as the man seems to have only a small stack of papers before him rather than one that casts a shadow like usual.

He gestures for Taivas to follow him in, finding his own usual spot on the couch to flop down into.

"When you're done with that, I'd like to get your help in courting your brother."

✩°｡⋆☼⋆｡°✩ The way his lips spread out into a wide grin as his youngest son's bind plops himself into his usual spot on the couch without a care in the world. Did he just hear him correctly? Sitriini was just in here three weeks ago whining about how it was the end of his life because he's fallen desperately in love with this very man in question and he didn't know what to do about it.

Oh how great it is to be an older brother right about now.

His head is raising as the pen is placed down on his desk and his own prime bind has come into the room to come to stand next to his desk. A hand is held out as if to ask for a pad of paper to which the solar king passes one up without question.

"Did I - did you just - you want to court my pikkuveli? Did I hear you right?" He sounds in a half coy, half excited tone. "Work can wait. How can I help? What did you need to know?"

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There’s no such thing as work-life balance for neurodivergent & chronically ill people.

This is because everything in my life requires work:

maintaining friendships

keeping up with my hygiene

managing bills

making money

remembering my basic needs

sleeping regularly

outputting creatively

All requires some aspect of work for me.

And when everything in your life requires work, your balance goes out the window.

If you're neurodivergent and overwhelmed — I see you.

If you're chronically ill and overwhelmed — I see you.

You're not dysfunctional.

You're not incapable.

You're doing your best.

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Misterican Tradition || Life Oaths and Soul Binds

A Misterican Life Oath is a bond forged between two Mistericans that lasts for the duration of their lives. Life Oaths comes in two types -> service and marriage.

A Life Oath of Marriage is blessed by the Celestial Mother and sanctioned by an official of the Church. It is a pledge of partnership (queer platonic or romantic) between two Mistericans to spend their rest of their lives with one another. It involves a ceremonial dance of bonding between the Mistericans in question and a mixing of their mists to create Gems of Commitment. These stones are much like Soul Gems but born of both their mists instead of just one. They can be worn as rings, earrings, pendants, necklaces, etc - but while the Life Oath is in place they simply must be worn. A break in a Misterican Life Oath of Marriage must be processed through the church and not the other side of the Government.

A Life Oath of Service is a bit different because it is an Oath that is made between two Mistericans but it is made for one to be in service of the other. Misterican Service Oaths are what are known in Misterican Society as soul binds, so they should be discussed in depth before committing to one and the details of the arrangement should be clearly laid out before either party moves forward on such a commitment.

A Soul Bind is the processes of two Mistericans mixing their Mists together in order to create a set Gems of Commitment. These gems are worn by the Misterican in service and the Misterican being served. Now I need to make this clear - that a Soul Bind is always 100% voluntary and cannot be made through any form of force. If the Mist of the involved parties is not given of free will, the bind will fail and the crystals will not be forged. Should doubt be contained within either Mist at the time of creation, the bind will fail to forge entirely.

Once two Mistericans are bound, the Misterican being served (or the reigning King) is the only one who can release the bind but once it has been done - those two Mists can never be bound again for any reason. There is a small ritual and an incantation that must be performed by the owner of the bind (or the King) in order for the bind to be released.

A Misterican being served is allowed to bind their soul to more than one person, as more than one Misterican is allowed to serve them but the Misterican in service cannot bind their soul to anyone else as an act of service, so long as their current service bond is in place. Doing so would be a breech in contract and the Life Oath and Soul Bond would ultimately be released by the owner.

Should the bind break due to the end of one of their lives, one of two things will happen. If the Misterican in service dies, the Gem of Commitment forged of their mist will fade in color but remain intact. If the Misterican being served dies, the Gem of Commitment will break thus ending the living Misterican's Oath to them and severing the bind they had to that Misterican's soul.

Gems of Commitment for Service Oaths can also be worn as any type of jewelry but they are a bit different when it compares to Marriage Oaths in a way that they would create a set. Meaning:

Any Soul Bind of service to Lord Aurinko would have been worn as a ring by both the King and whomever is in service to him.

All Soul Binds by way of Service are the same type of gem.

Example: All Soul Binds as Service to Prince Pilvi were worn as stud earrings. All Soul Binds as Service to Prince Usva were drop pendant necklaces.

** Gems of Commitment that are soul binds to the Royal Family contain Misterica's Kingdom Crest within them as a way to mark that that Misterican in question is in service to the Royal Family ->

A set is formed and they are to be worn by the Served and the Serving. The only exception to this is Oaths made to Mistericans who are currently children - meaning they would wear their Gems of Commitment upon becoming adults and their set would be kept safe for them when they come of age to receive them.

There are a few kinds of Life Oaths when it comes to service and they are all sanctioned by the King himself. They are:

Royal - Knight Life Oaths

Royal - Teacher Life Oaths

Service to the Church Life Oaths

Service to the Crown Life Oaths

Only the King (and the holder) can sever these types of Oaths before their allotted time is due.

So of them work our way through them one by one to explain them a little better.

Let's start with a Royal-Knight Life Oath.

This is the Oath between A Royal and their personal bodyguard. The way this would work is that the Knight in question would be bound to their respective Royal until one of them dies. This can function between any Royal and their Knight. King, Queen, Prince or Princess - it's still a Royal-Knight Life Oath.

Most of the time Royal - Knight Life Oaths are forged when the Royal is born so it is literally for the duration of the Royal's full life span. The only exclusion to this is for any Royal who marries in to the family. Meaning, A Knight is not just assigned this position as a job but instead takes on the duty of protecting and serving their respective Royal as a lifetime commitment.

It then becomes that Knight's job to see to the care and the protection of that Royal for as long as the Life Oath stays in place. Knights who take Life Oaths at the birth of a member of the Royal Family have that child put into their charge and they become both responsible for them but also expected to help care for them. This is not a typical - only here for protection - kind of deal. No, Life Oath Knights will both protect and care for their respective Royal like their children, as they becomes their charges when the Soul Bind is formed.

And remember Soul Binds are 100% voluntary - so the Knights are fully aware of what they're signing up for when they take on these kinds of positions. They understand that this is more than just protection duty. Therefore, the Royal they are bound to takes the highest position in their lives and nothing is to come before them. The Royal they are serving's words are the highest in the land to them for this reason.

Meaning anything Prince Pilvi would ask of Revon (his personal guard) would override anything asked of Revon by Lord Aurinko, if such a thing works against the best interest and well being of Prince Pilvi. Despite Aurinko holding the throne, Revon's oath binds him to Pilvi - so for Revon - Pilvi's word is the highest in the land and no one's comes above it.

This is true of all types of Service Life Oaths. The one who holds the Oath, outranks anyone around who would attempt to over rule them.

This also means however that it is the Knight's job to do whatever is in the Royal's best interest even if that means going against their respective Royal's wishes - if that Royal is in their charge. A Royal would stop being in their charge upon becoming an adult, as they can take care of themselves. Being in someone's charge holds the requirements of being both responsible for that person and taking care of them.

The next kind of Service Oath would be a Royal-Teacher Life Oath.

Misterican royals are taught a variety of subjects through their schooling years but they are taught by private teachers. Those teachers teach that subject for the entirety of the Royal's schooling career.

So basically -> 1 professor teaching the same subject every year but they just increase the difficulty as time progresses, and because of this teachers who take on positions with a Royal as their pupil commit to Life Oaths to their pupil. Many Royal Tutors go on to become advisors to the Royal they serve in future years once schooling is completed and the royal in question assumes the throne.

These Life Oaths bind Teacher and Pupil in the same fashion as other Life Oaths do - only broken when one of them dies - OR they can be released by the King if and only if outstanding circumstances apply. The Holder can also release it but it is highly advised that it is discussed with the reigning King before doing so as once the bind is released it cannot be reforged for any reason.

These means that the Teacher is taking an oath to put their student and that student's learning and wellbeing before all else. This means that their pupil is to become the most important relationship they have in their lives because their pupil will come before all else and much in the same way as other Life Oaths of service work - the one they are bound to's word is the most important to them. Their pupil's word would outrank any around them as long as it is in their pupil's best interest.

This brings us to Service Oaths to the Church.

These are different in the sense that they are not made to a particular Misterican but instead to a certain faction - in this case to The Church. They are are different because they are not soul binds, and no Gems of Commitment are created in order to uphold one of these Oaths. There is a ceremony that is performed between the Misterica and The Church and they are the only service oath that is sanctioned by The Church instead of the King.

It is committed one's self to the Celestial Mother fully and how one becomes a working member of Misterica's Church. These individuals would answer directly to the reigning Piipsa and the Higher members of the Religious Council.

Service Oaths to the Crown are much the same, in the same sense that they are not soul binds - but they are still sanctioned by the King. This is a Misterican pledging their life's service to the Royal Family and many of the palace workers hold such an Oath. The difference between these Oaths and a Soul Bind - is they do not end upon the death of the one they are serving but instead move on to the next generation. Service Oaths to the Crown can be generational for both the served and the ones serving.

Families have gone into the aspect of serving the Royal Family generation after generation - but even despite this - these service oaths are still 100% voluntary and are never expected that just because someone in your family served the Royal Family means you would too, but due to the way the Royal Family treats those who serve them directly - there are not many who ever wish to step away from their position of service. (Considering that the Royal Family treats their workers like family and pays them handsomely. )

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Misterican Culture || The Bonded Pair

Within the space of Mistericans culture there are two ways mist can be mixed, and that is by way of a Soul Bind which is in service to the royal family and that of a Love Bond which is that of two Mistericans who have formed a bonded pair or in more human terms, a couple.

Mistericans refer to their romantic counterpart as their "bond", much in the same way a royal/vassal will refer to their counter as their "bind".

But what is the difference between a bind and bond?

A bind is a pact made between two Mistericans by way of a Life Oath that can only be performed between a Royal and another Misterican (usually a teacher or a knight). This Life Oath is a Service Life Oath and it puts the Misterican in question in service to the Royal they bound to.

A bond is a relationship formed between two Mistericans in concerns a romantic intentions. So since same sex/ any gender relationships were a normally within the space of Misterican Culture, instead of using gendered language to refer to their partner they simply called them "their bond".

That's why a couple in the space of Misterican Culture was known as a "Bonded Pair". It's just the same that they didn't really refer to each other with gendered language post marriage but still continued to call them "their bond" (or their love bond) but the act of marriage was referred to as "mixing mist" because they literally did so when performing the sacred dance during that ceremony. This is how the gems of commitment were formed.

So a Misterican would never ask "Would you marry me?"

They would ask "Would you mix mist with me?" Or "Would you mix your mist with mine?"

The act of marriage is much less a legally binding act that give governmental benefit in their culture and much more an act of blending two souls into one, as their mist is "Their Soul's Breath" so to blend them is extremely intimate and personal. The act of marriage to a Misterican is something that they mean with their soils and they won't ever rush into the act without thought. Doing so means you're bound forever and to unbind two mixed souls is extremely difficult.

That being said, Mistericans love in a multitude of ways and express that love to more than just their bond. To speak "Rakastan Sinua" or "I love you" to someone who is not your bond is not only commonplace but also encouraged. They have other ways of expressing affection that are more romantic in nature.

Mistericans can hold affection for others Ina variety of ways, and romantic isn't always it. Snuggling with and purring on a loved one is not uncommon but is also normal practice for them. This applies to parents, children, siblings, teachers, friends, extended family, binds, etc.

Mistericans only live once and when they die their physical form fades out, so they are rarely shy about showing some form of physical affection, be it - hugging, cuddling, purring, rubbing their horns together, forehead kisses, or hand holding. This is why they greet each other the same way they pray because each and every encounter is a gift and a blessing.

That being said, forming a bond with another Misterican (or with one at all) is not an instant thing and it is something they take excessively seriously due to the intimate nature of things like mixing mist or kissing. Due to things like kissing at all because doing so could accidently mix mist and if they aren't careful they could hurt the other person.

Mistericans are not human and do not love like human do. Their culture and physical attributes have formed their own ways to approach this subject and they don't take it lightly. AKA Mistericans are not likely to have short relationships or flings because forming a bonded pair takes TIME and they are such an intimate step in life.

Gems are normally exchanged upon a pair being formed, normally soul gems from either side of the forming couple as a show of affection and intention - and this too is a large step for a Misterican to take as giving a soul gem is handing a loved one both proof they loved but also proof of their existence should something happen to them.

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my beloved sun papa and beloathed trashmallow WIP

things are a bit slow right now but I am getting things doodled

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Trust Building/Uncomfortable Bonding Memes

Not all bonding is comfortable! Responses to this meme may be triggering, so proceed with caution and be sure to communicate with your partner! “My” muse = the blog receiving the ask. “Your” muse = the blog sending the ask. Send the prompt + REVERSE for… well, you know. ***

Trauma - My Muse shares a traumatic experience with your muse.

Control - Your muse finds my muse in danger of losing control somehow. Vulnerable - Your muses find my muse weak or wounded. Sickness - Your muse finds my muse violently ill. Sadness - Your muse witnesses mine in a state of grief. Fear - Your muse witnesses my muse in a state of fear. Anxiety - Your muse finds mine in a state of anxiety. Argument - Your muse watches/listens to my muse having an argument with someone else. Loss - Your muse learns about a personal loss my muse experienced. Past - Your muse learns about something that frightened my muse as a child. Failure - Your muse listens to my muse talk about a time in their life they felt like a failure. Cruelty - Your muse learns about a time my muse was cruel. Awkward - Your muse helps my muse after they injure themselves in an embarrassing way.  Depression - Your muse encounters my muse in a state of depression. Mess - Your muse cleans up after my muse after they’re sick. Unintentional - Your muse unintentionally does something to trigger my muse.  Dishonesty - Your muse learns about a time my muse did something dishonest. Mistake - Your muse says the wrong thing to my muse when trying to comfort them.  Apology - Your muse apologizes to my muse for wronging them in some way.

Spite - Your muse says something hurtful to my muse.

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⋯✧・♪♫♪・✧⋯ He's exhausted and he doesn't know when the last time he slept was but he felt fine an hour ago. It was like the fatigue came to crash into him like striking the mountain side when flying so doesn't quite know where it came from. He felt fine an hour ago.

Sielu's brother has come to peek his head into his classroom and he doesn't entirely know why but there is tea placed down and the man of green is stepping closer to him for some reason or anoth-

"Whoa." The musician expresses aloud. The world isn't supposed to spin in a circle all on his own - is it? Maybe he should set down.

So he's working his way over to his desk when the elder decides on a whim that walking that far (is it really that far?) is much too far and lowers himself to the floor instead. The world is still spinning.

"Did - did you?" He starts to ask but cuts himself short without realizing that he's never finished his sentence. He waits for an answer that doesn't come as he feels himself wobbling in place for a moment while his classroom spins in a circle.

"Can- can you make it stop spin - spinning?"

There's not much else he can say as fatigue gives way and his body collapses backwards to the floor. Sielu going to kill him when he wakes up.

@shiroi---kumo is tired:

(pre-fall Sinfonia who has not slept in two days and is dragging his words) "I promise, I'm fine. I just look tired a lot, thanks to… the tiredness."

Tired Sentence Starters || ACCEPTING

He'd been going to ask something about Usva, but the topic in his mind is quickly changed to whether the man in front of him is about to drop to the floor in a heap of himself. Before he can even open his mouth to ask, the flare had promised he was 'fine' in a sentence that was a half slurred mess.

"... Yeah, the tiredness is a real pain sometimes."

He would know, given his own issues with chronic illness and fatigue.

Something tells him that Sinfonia needs to sit down. He places the tea he'd been drinking onto the desk, crossing the room in a stride just to be close by.

"Maybe if you sleep, the tiredness will go away."

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