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raedas · 1 year ago

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where in the locked tomb universe are we?

or: a tentative guide to the solar system in the locked tomb and which houses go where :)

[id: a diagram of the solar system, including pluto, with additional white text overlaid over each body. the sun is labeled dominicus, mercury is labeled the sixth, venus is the seventh, earth is the first, mars is the second, jupiter is the third, saturn is the fifth, uranus is the fourth, neptune is the eight, and pluto is the ninth. /end id]

note: i'm pretty sure people have put together similar analyses before, but i wanted to try my own hand at it! and please feel free to share if you disagree with me on anything & your own evidence and thoughts <3

evidence & analysis under the cut!

THE NINTH HOUSE:

okay, this one is pretty much just a freebie. if you didn't know that the ninth house was on pluto, then, uh... sorry! i'm not going to exhaustively go through all the evidence for this one, but some things that stick out are the cold, gideon's awe at how close the first house is to the sun, and the fact that it's the "ninth" to begin with—the house that wasn't really meant to exist, perfectly in line with the planet that isn't really a planet THE FIRST HOUSE:

this one is given to us just as much, if not moreso, than the ninth. with that in mind, i'm just going to do a quick run through of the evidence that the first house is earth: it's very blue and covered in water, there are ruins of civilization, it's "the first", so on and so forth. home, sweet home :)

THE SIXTH HOUSE:

Then he said, "The sun has stabilized. Hope the Sixth House didn't get cooked in the flare." (Harrow the Ninth, 490)

this line is pretty much the entire selling point for the sixth being on mercury, the closest planet to the sun! (until they run away to the other side of the universe, that is)

THE SEVENTH HOUSE:

There were other planets that made their homelands closer to the burning star of Dominicus--the Seventh and Sixth, for instance--but to Gideon they could not imaginably be anything else than 100 percent on fire. (Gideon the Ninth, 67)

the implication here is fairly obvious: the seventh and sixth are on venus and mercury, or vice versa. thankfully, since we have the sixth squared away as mercury, it's pretty obvious that the seventh is located on venus

BONUS MYTHOLOGY FACT: venus is the roman goddess of beauty! (also known by her greek name, aphrodite). "seven for beauty that blossoms and dies", huh?

THE EIGHTH HOUSE:

"I squeal so long and so loud that they hear me from the Eighth." (Gideon the Ninth, 26)

while this line is obvious hyperbole, to me it implies one of two things: either the eighth is the farthest planet from the ninth, or it's right next to them. and since we know that mercury already has its hands full with sixth house, i think it's safe to assume that the eighth is on neptune, the ninth's next door neighbor :)

THE SECOND HOUSE:

"We went through the same shitty questions of what to do. What about the Mars installation, what about the fusion batteries?" (Nona the Ninth, 74)

john helpfully offers this tidbit to us when he's recounting everything that happened leading up to the apocalypse to harrow. i think it says a lot that there was a mars installation even before the apocalypse properly hit, and it makes sense that said installation would eventually become a proper House, with a capital H

BONUS MYTHOLOGY FACT: mars is the roman god of warfare (known in greek as ares)! looks at the second house and how closely they're associated the cohort... yeah, i think that speaks for itself

THE THIRD & FIFTH HOUSES:

"I thought we'd end up on the Third or the Fifth, or a sweet space station, or something." (Gideon the Ninth, 56)

"We are not becoming an appendix of the Third or Fifth Houses," continued the necromancer opposite." (Gideon the Ninth, 58)

okay, here's this bit where things begin to get a bit hairy. repeatedly throughout the books, we're told about how the third and fifth are the two "big" houses. harrow's scared of them and worried they'll make the ninth one of their appendixes, gideon originally thinks the entire lyctoral meeting will be on one of their planets, so on and so forth. with that in mind, it really isn't that much of a stretch to think they'd be situated on the two giants in our solar system: jupiter and saturn. we'll come back in a moment to sort out which is which!

THE FOURTH HOUSE:

aaaand uranus is the only planet left! congrats, fourth!

THE THIRD & FIFTH HOUSES (again):

"Naturally [Isaac] is Pent's protégé. I hear the Fifth takes special pains with the Fourth... hegemonic pains, some may say." (Gideon the Ninth, 170)

from this quote, as well as the whole of jeannemary & isaac's relationship with magnus & abigail, we can surmise that the fourth house is very close to the fifth house (hegemonic though it may be). it's reasonable that that metaphorical proximity is reflecting (or caused by) something else: physical proximity. with that, i think it's fairly safe to assume that the fifth is on saturn, putting the third on jupiter

DOMINICUS:

aaand finally, the center of the solar system itself! i really, really don't think it needs sharing that dominicus is the sun, as long as you accept that the locked tomb takes place in our own solar system. however, i do think the meaning of dominicus is worth sharing. coming from latin, it translates roughly to "lordly", "belonging to god", or "of the master." very subtle, john, very subtle.

#shamsisms #tlt #the locked tomb #gideon the ninth #harrow the ninth #nona the ninth #god this post took me like 2 hours to put together. hii #i swear im going to find a typo as soon as i post this but. oh well. im not spending any more time on this post atm #also the page numbers are based on my paperback copies! i think they should be the same in hardcover but im not entirely sure

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stuffn0tthings · 3 months ago

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One more day.

A mere twenty-four hours.

A single, solitary revolution of our pale blue planet around its axis, translating into 86,400 seconds of ticking, crawling, dragging existence.

A temporal stretch of agony and anticipation, wherein the mind is suspended in a liminal purgatory between “almost done” and “not quite yet.”

It is the ultimate buffer zone — the last delay screen before the credits roll, the final spoonful of cold soup before dessert, the leftover, unseasoned broccoli of time that simply must be consumed before freedom tastes sweet.

It is a cursed measurement, deceptively short in its numerical value but infinite in psychological toll — the Schrödinger’s cat of time, simultaneously manageable and unbearable.

We find ourselves entrenched in the passage of this day — nay, this epochal fragment of the fourth dimension — where every hour feels like molasses dripping in reverse, and every minute mocks us with the audacity of continued existence.

The sun will rise and set once more, illuminating the same obligations, the same tasks, the same checklist you swore you'd finish three days ago but instead glanced at once while doom-scrolling through memes that ironically referenced your procrastination.

This day, this unholy convergence of seconds and sighs, will test not just your patience but your very grip on reality, as time dilates and warps into something less like a concept and more like a cruel social experiment sponsored by the universe.

It is the last boss level of this arc, the final fetch quest of your week, the post-credits stinger of your suffering, where productivity dies, motivation is buried, and the only thing keeping you upright is a volatile cocktail of inertia and snacks.

You are not living this day — you are surviving it, enduring it, riding the creaky escalator of existence up the final floor of nonsense to reach what you hope, dear God, is peace on the other side.

And though the numbers may indicate this time shall pass like any other, your internal monologue has transformed into a Shakespearean soliloquy composed entirely of groans, existential dread, and dramatic stares into the void.

And still. It stands. Unmoving. Towering. Laughing.

A single day remains.

Merely twenty-four hours stand between the present and the anticipated future.

A finite chronological interval — composed of 1,440 minutes, or 86,400 seconds — separates this precise temporal coordinate from the conclusion of this ongoing saga.

A terminal solar cycle, during which the Earth shall complete an additional axial rotation, continues to impede the arrival of desired relief, fulfillment, or perhaps mere cessation of responsibility.

We now find ourselves suspended within the metaphysical chasm between what was and what shall be, clinging to the promise of an eventual end that lies just beyond this final, formidable bastion of temporal resistance.

As the inexorable hands of time march forward in solemn indifference, we—frail, overcaffeinated denizens of this mortal coil—must endure the remaining orbital interval with dwindling vitality and questionable coherence.

And so, we persist, staring into the abyss of “just one more day,” which, though numerically minimal, expands infinitely within the fatigued recesses of our perception, becoming less a measurement of time and more a test of existential endurance within the slow, collapsing theater of reality itself.

One more day.

A single day remains.

A solitary, unaccompanied unit of temporal measurement in the Gregorian calendar system.

Exactly twenty-four hours, composed of one thousand four hundred and forty minutes, which themselves contain eighty-six thousand four hundred seconds, each ticking by with a speed both consistent and yet emotionally devastating in its sluggishness.

One more day — an increment of time so seemingly ordinary and yet, under the current context of highly specific, emotionally charged anticipation, assumes the form of a gargantuan, insurmountable temporal monolith that looms oppressively over every waking moment of consciousness.

An immovable blockade.

A wall of time constructed from dense, unyielding matter formed entirely of not-yet-ness.

It is a duration. A delay. A deferral of satisfaction. A bureaucratic pause in the linear experience of time-based gratification.

As I sit, marinating in my own over-awareness of time’s continued forward momentum — the tick, the tock, the endless passage of milliseconds through the meat grinder of perception — I find myself entrenched in the psychologically deteriorating experience of waiting. Not just waiting, but waiting while knowing. Waiting with knowledge. Waiting with certainty. The certainty that it is not two days. Not three. But one. Just one. Only one. Yet somehow, that oneness has stretched into a metaphysical eternity, a dilation of subjective time caused by expectation, hype, and a deeply unhealthy parasocial relationship with fictional content.

One. More. Day.

Just one. Not zero. Not now. But also not distant. The most cursed interval of all: almost.

An interstitial pause between the present moment and the culmination of built-up mental, emotional, and possibly spiritual investment in a piece of media content that, in the grand scale of human civilization, is meaningless — and yet, right now, means everything.

And so I wait.

A being suspended in time. A conscious entity shackled to the irreversible forward momentum of chronological progression, unable to do anything but observe the slow erosion of the remaining hours, minutes, and seconds separating me from That Which Is Not Yet Released.

And all I can say — all I have to say — is this:

One more day.

A single, finite temporal unit, universally acknowledged in most human calendar systems as a “day,” remains in the measurable continuum between the current moment in time and a specific, targeted future event whose occurrence has been scheduled, predicted, or otherwise expected.

The totality of this residual duration equals twenty-four hours, composed of one thousand four hundred and forty minutes, which themselves consist of eighty-six thousand four hundred seconds. Each second, as defined by the International System of Units, corresponds to the duration of 9,192,631,770 periods of radiation produced by the transition between two hyperfine levels of the ground state of the cesium-133 atom.

Thus, “one more day” may be equivalently described as the future passage of exactly 7.9 × 10^10 atomic oscillations, accumulated in a continuous, unbroken linear flow from the present instant to the eventual conclusion of the designated interval. No additional units are appended to this count, no fractional units exist beyond the totality of the aforementioned temporal subdivision. The number of days remaining is not zero. It is also not two. Nor three. Nor any non-one integer, non-integer, or imaginary unit. It is precisely and explicitly equal to one.

The word “more” serves as a linguistic marker of additive continuation — a lexical unit indicating an extension or residual quantity. Within the phrase, it functions as an intermediary component, signaling the presence of additional temporal matter not yet elapsed. “More” implies existence beyond the immediate, a delay not yet resolved, a segment still to be experienced. “More” modifies “day” in such a way as to communicate that at least one full diurnal cycle has not yet passed.

The final element, “day,” is defined astronomically as the interval required for a celestial body, such as Earth, to complete one full rotation around its axis. In civil timekeeping, it has been standardized to a uniform duration, regardless of orbital eccentricities or leap second adjustments. It is a fixed and rigid metric for the passage of time and has been subdivided into conventional portions such as hours, minutes, and seconds for ease of human comprehension and scheduling.

As a total unit, “One more day” represents the totality of time remaining before the conclusion of a specified countdown, sequence, or scheduled event. This linguistic construct may be used in casual, formal, psychological, industrial, or cosmological contexts to express a delay, a suspension of finality, or the inevitable transit of time through its final pre-defined unit.

At this stage in the countdown cycle, all previous durations — days, weeks, months, or years — have been nullified. The sequence has been reduced to its terminal interval. The culmination of waiting has been compressed into a single, indivisible temporal unit. The count, once consisting of multiple values, is now a single numeric figure. The qualitative difference between “several days” and “one more day” is profound, as the latter signals proximity, finality, and the immediate preface to resolution.

The psychological impact of the phrase increases disproportionately as the number approaches one. While larger numbers create abstraction, the proximity of one more day produces heightened anticipation. The density of expectation compresses into the final 24-hour span, creating a distorted perception of time’s flow. Subjective experience may record the passage of these hours as slower, more extended, more arduous, despite the objective uniformity of their length. Time, though consistent in its forward motion, appears malleable under the pressure of anticipation.

One more day may feel longer than several days. It may be observed in fragments — subdivided into hours, further divided into minutes, and further into seconds, each of which is observed, counted, measured, and recalculated in relation to the conclusion of the wait. The cycle of checking — clocks, calendars, timers, and notification systems — becomes obsessive. This reinforces the perceived expansion of time within the limited remaining span.

No force may accelerate this day. The mechanisms of the universe are indifferent to human interest. The sun will rise, transit, and fall at the designated times, determined by latitude, season, and axial tilt. Atomic time continues uninterrupted. Digital systems, independent of emotion, count each second with mechanical certainty. Human anticipation holds no bearing on the unfolding of the universe’s strict, unyielding rhythm.

“One more day” remains fixed.

A solitary cycle.

An indivisible interval.

An inescapable delay.

A singular step between now and then.

No methods, hacks, shortcuts, or appeals may reduce it.

Its boundary is absolute.

Its expiration, inevitable.

When it ends, it ends.

But until that moment —

Until that final transition —

Until the very last oscillation of the cesium-133 atom completes the eighty-six thousand four hundredth second of the final hour —

The accurate description of the temporal state is, and continues to be:

One.

More.

Day.

One more day remains.

Only one. Not fractional. Not partial. Not theoretical. Entire. Complete. Intact.

It exists as a container. A sealed vessel of time.

It cannot be opened early.

It cannot be skipped.

It must be waited through.

Every millisecond counts.

Every heartbeat within this duration contributes to its erosion.

And only upon the elimination of the last measurable quantum of time within this period can it be said, with full certainty and without contradiction, that the number of remaining days has transitioned from one to zero.

Until then —

The count remains unchanged.

The reality persists.

One more day.

Still.

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One more day.

One. More. Day.

#lost records #dontnod #kat mikaelsen #swann holloway #nora malakian #autumn lockhart #video games #most sane dontnod fan #it's 12 am

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astxrope · 10 months ago

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Just a quick note: I try to avoid politics on this page, as such I'm not going to promote any fundraisers for Gaza, I have little idea of how to verify that any are genuine and while I do want to give the benefit of the doubt I can't have people giving money to people pretending to be in a horrible situation money.

And if you are someone that is scamming people and profiting off this. You are the problem.

Alright back to the regularly scheduled program

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Here's a basic rundown of the species found within the Yggdrasil System. Unfortunately due to the rule of the Aesir under the Allmother, much of the information has been destroyed, censored, or erased, making researching these species particularly difficult. However, I have managed to collect a general consensus on what each of the species look like.

Helheim is impossible to know, any first inhabitants of the planet are long dead or in hiding. No one on Helheim are born there, and few leave alive.

Here's what I gathered:

Jotun: Tall, Digitigrade legs, Pointed ears, Tail, Some have horns

- Examples: Loki, Logi, Fenrir (Heimdall: Hybrid; Jotun/Asgardian)

Vanir: Pointed ears, often blond or ginger, Ungulated legs (hooves)

- Examples: Frey, Freya, (Kvasir, Hybrid; Vanir/Asgardian)

Midgardian: Plantigrade legs (human legs), tails with fur on the end, rarely (but not unheard of) winged. Winged Midgardians often have feathers at the end of their tails and feathered ears.

- Examples: Ottar, Vidfinn, (Lyfrassir Edda (Winged)

Helheim: There are no known natives of the planet. Prison Colony.

- Examples: CLASSIFIED

Asgardian: Plantigrade legs, pointed ears, often with blond or silver hair, occasionally other colours, hair is often braided, and braid patterns are passed down through families. a tradition shared with Midgardians. often blue, grey or dark skinned. They also appear to have extended lifespans, living upwards of 200 years.

- Examples: Odin, Thor, (Heimdall: Hybrid; Asgardian/Jotun), Sigyn

Muspelheim: Able to withstand extreme heat, often lizard-like, digitigrade scaled legs, draconic tail, horns, slitted pupils

- Examples: !!ERROR!! RELOADING

Niflheim: Able to withstand extreme cold, short, covered in fuzzy fur, digitigrade pawed legs, short furred, long furry ears,

- Examples: !!ERROR!! RELOADING

Alfheim: Similar to Vanir, plantigrade legs. golden hair, pointed ears, often have blue or silver eyes, many have symbolic tattoos. rich golden skin, clawed nails.

- Examples: !!ERROR!! RELOADING

Svartalfheim: Similar to Vanir, digitigrade legs, black hair, long pointed ears, often have blue or purple eyes, many have symbolic tattoos. dark skin, often purple-ish, dark clawed nails. pointed tail.

- Examples: !!ERROR!! RELOADING

The train has yet to arrive. It would be a shame if the cultures were to dissapear.

And yet…

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Other bits of lore here:

III

VII

VIII

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Celest - A star borne researcher and investigator.

Born from the collision of two stars, Celest has dedicated his life to learning all they can about different life forms across the universe, one solar system at a time.

They have a lot of time on their hands, as stars can live for millions of years, and Celest is only a mere 200 years old.

ART

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THE FINAL VEIL

A Magnus Archives AU

See Below Cut

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lore for the final veil, a work in progress magnus archives au surrounding the entities and what happened to their remains after the change was reversed.

THE CHARACTERS

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alan frost - an avatar of the dark

lee davies - an avatar of the hunt

lore also includes prerequisite stories about their life before and during the change, and how they managed to survive the apocalypse.

THE ENTITIES

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the extinction - deceased

the lonely - unknown status, likely deceased

the dark - alive

the flesh - unknown status

the eye - unknown status, possibly deceased

the slaughter - unknown status

the stranger - unknown status

the spiral - unknown status, likely deceased

the hunt - alive

the vast - unknown status

the buried - unknown status

the corruption - unknown status

the web - alive

the end - status unknown, possibly alive

the desolation - status unknown

THE LORE

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the final veil is still a work in progress and may take a while for more lore to be released as the story is still being smoothed out along with characters individual backstories and character arcs.

i am one person, and while i doubt anyone will be invested or care about this au, for whoever may be, please be patient.

also, i will say, the lore of the final veil isn't really based off much, just an idea i had that may nit be possible in actual magnus archives lore. it's kind of hard to tell, i don't know what's happening half the time.

if i get anything wrong, please tell me, i'll see what i can do, but if something integral to the story is impossible in the magnus archives lore that is okay as it's an au. i don't particularly care what is and isn't possible i'm having fun okay.

this section of the post will update as lore continues to be added, with links to core posts being added in THE LORE section to make it easier for quickly accessing posts.

also much of this au will ignore the magnus protocol, simply because i haven't listened to it yet. i will, trust me. i just haven't gotten around to it.

may the entities spare you, for they are not quite dead, and they live on in their strongest.

their remnants, their holders, may be unpredictable, and they are in most every way just like regular people.

however some may be violent, and left unchecked and unaccounted for, may cause significant problems.

this is asterope signing off.

#the mechanisms #the mechs #the bifrost incident #tma #the magnus archives #tma au

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ntls-24722 · 4 months ago

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Idk if this has been asked before, but what does the Planet of Bolur look like?

Any continents? Or just one like Pangea?

What’s the solar system like? What kind of star? Any legends on the other planets? Does Bolur have any moons?

is the planet tidally locked and maybe all the creatures live in a thin habitable strip between extreme heat and extreme cold? (Though that would probably create great winds)

Sorry I just have gotten so invested in planets lately and have gotten super curious about the geology of this fictional planet now

You sent this in January and it's March now and that is because Bolur was literally just Earth, and I hadn't really thought about it. it was earth except blue and red instead of blue and green and everything literally just took place in Red Mozambique. but not anymore

voila. the continent lewes and serendipolis is on is named "Bagtri."

They orbit an A-class star, it's exceptionally hot here so the poles are thinner and there's a lot more desert. The seasons are actually really mild compared to Earth since Bolur's on a 10 degree axial tilt, but they make up for it with their moon, which is twice the size of Earth's moon and makes absolutely batshit insane tidal shifts that coastal Debu in particular are known to exploit for fishing, digging cavities and traps in the sides of cliffs to bring a fish-filled ocean into once the high tide comes.

Solar eclipses happen slightly more often because of this, and each species has their own legends on it - Zebraelves believe that solar eclipses are a repentance of the sun for bad crop years and bringing droughts, times when the sun got too cocky and therefore had to step down, only for it to quickly realise its prescence is vital and immediately come back. Zebramen amusingly believe it to be an automatic relief from every and any duties during the eclipse, and during solar eclipses everyone rushes to stop what they're doing and nap no matter how important their tasks were. In the more "modern" thousands of years later, this is still upheld and viewed as one of the most basic workers' rights laws. Debu see it as the eyes of gods blinking, where the period of darkness is a period of divine lawlesness where it is the moment that the gods aren't watching and you can do whatever you want, and Simmons see the eclipse as the sun finally getting to embrace her lover, the moon. Not sure about legends of other planets, though, I'll have to get back to you on that.

Here's their ranges!

Weirdly enough despite Debu having been around for around a million years, they have stuck to this general area for that entire time. Debu struggle with maritime travel due to their size and technology hasn't advanced far enough to carry more than a few Debu across seas, and hasn't advanced enough to also not be a miserable experience.

That big island is named Matro and is the origin of their species, and where they diversified from zebraelves, so their species radiates out from Matro. The arrows also indicate their most common looping route around Bagtri, though they aren't afraid to go out into the more dry parts of Bagtri.

Zebraelves live around the woodier, less arid parts of Bagtri and also skimp around the larger mountains, as they just aren't as inclined to mountains as Debu are.

Simmons are just chilling in Aben's forested mountains and a little bit into Penibi - that continent the Simmons reside in is split by that river much like how Eurasia is split between Europe and Asia.

Bonus: I know you asked for Bolur but in terms of "cool planet" i want to bring up Drohnen and my shitty mockup for it

Drohnen is an absolute deviantart Mary Sue of a planet, with a blood red ocean stained with the iron that was kicked up from beneath the crust by the dwarf planet that shaved off a third of the planet and almost annihilated all life, a bunch of big pretty saturn rings, and rainbow colored landmasses.

The saturn rings came from the global extinction event, and while it's mostly full of the usual planetary ring stuff - ice, rocks, dust - it's also full of fossils, mummified bodies and organic material. Steeldrake archeologists and paleontologists play a very large part on Drohnen NASA because while extremely small, there is a non-insignificant amount of life on the rings that came before the extinction, that could be remade/resurrected in order to repopulate Drohnen with its native life.

Speaking of which - So, i've made a bunch of big changes in my head that i haven't really talked about. There's only one sophont on drohnen, Steeldrakes, all of whom are shapeshifters rather than there being a shapeshifting species and an "immobile" nonshapeshifting species who made basically 100% of all the biomass that isn't themselves post-extinction event in order to save their planet. The fact they had to quite literally resuscitate their planet via making life for it is why the planet is rainbow-colored - this wasn't a series of unanimous decisions made by the Steeldrakes as a species, but rather various groups of very early, prehistoric steeldrakes. So, photosynthetic life that could make the foundations for new ecosystems and breathe oxygen back into their atmosphere took on just about every shape and color Steeldrakes could think of.

#ntls-24722 #homo mousike #spec evo #spec bio #drohnen #speculative biology #speculative geology #worldbuilding #speculative worldbuilding #ask #monty-glasses-roxy

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bargainbinwizard · 4 months ago

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More Agrippa Salt

(a.k.a why I want to study physics so I can actually find out about real magic )

Note: I am not an atheist or anti magic since I believe in spirits and energy as everyone else does even though I'm not going to roll over and believe everything an old book is telling me. This is me roasting the hell out of a magic philosopher.

Now then I've got a question for all of the magical community. I'll even give you a million dollars if you answer it correctly.

So we have the solar system and their elements. The Sun is fire and the moon is water. Mars is also a fire elemental planet. Mercury is Air and so is Venus and Jupiter. Saturn is a Earth element planet. However Agrippa's Philosophy of Natural magic book says that

Okay, so we are on the same page then? Here's my question.

So if Mars is spiritually a fire planet...

WHY ON THE UNHOLY FUCK does MARS have ICE ON IT?? Yeah I said it. ICE. YOU KNOW, the cold WATERY shit that floats in your drink and keeps it cold????

And the temperature of Mars isn't better either. This is what I found on the NASA website.

Doesn't sound very hot now does it? Mars having water is already a doozy but it having more than 5 million cubic kilometers of ICE despite it ''supposedly'' representing fire is a spiritual abomination. It's the magical equivalent of a toucan breastfeeding a baby monkey. I know how it was in ancient times. Some guy looked at the sky a thousand years ago and called it Mars because it was red then people began to pull spiritual meanings out of their asses because of its name and color. If anything, ''Mars'' was an offering to the God Mars and therefore he kind of latched on it and also years worth of fire magic rituals people have been doing because of its name are now attached to Mars. Even red stars aren't the hottest stars in space,blue ones are with a temperature of approximately 40,000°C. In conclusion, red isn't always hot.

Sure, people may have felt hot energy come from Mars during energy work but would you at least consider the fact that you might be feeling the energetic ghosts of past fire rituals attached to it and the artificially added astral winds have fire coming out thanks to our old magic. Or Cognitive bias could be a factor in this as well. You're expecting fire so you're ''feeling'' fire.

Either way, I'm starting to think Agrippa gave his family food poisoning at Christmas dinner. He put the fucking chicken in his Red freezer and his coleslaw in the Blue oven.

#witch #witchcraft #wizard #witchblr #wizardry #wizard community #wizardblr #magician #witchy #witch community #witchcraft books #witch books #magick #planetary magick #planetary magic

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the-stars-in-your-eyes-if · 1 month ago

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Can you tell us a bit about the different races? Are there special abilities, what do they look like, how do they differ from humans..?

I’m writing a post to introduce all of them, but I can tell you about the four species you can play :)

HUMANS are from the Earth in the Solar System. The last species to join the Galactic Union, they are far from humble and they try their best to earn a seat at the Galactic Union Assembly.

During the last two centuries, they settled on several planets. Their major colony is on Eden, a former inhabited planet. They built a world similar to what you can find on Earth.

Humans are adaptable, more or less loyal and resilient creatures. They are deeply emotional beings and it can sometimes take the best out of them. Those raw emotions are what make humanity beautiful.

EKERIES are humanoid people living on Meili in the Athenian System. Their bodies are covered by strips, the pattern change according to the three subspecies. The white of their eyes is pitch black and some of the ekeries have iris that dance like a flame.

Ekery people are quite secretive but they are overall peaceful. They are more rational than emotional, they believe that’s how you stay in control. Many think the way they shut down their emotions is unhealthy, but is it truly what’s happening?

The common belief says ekeries are friendly and they hate violence but, in reality, they will use violence to protect themselves. You do not want to make them your enemy.

They have a hard time with humans.

The ekeries have seats at the Galactic Union Assembly.

They have a few colonies in remotes uninhabited area of the galaxy.

OSNA’N are from Themiskyra in the Aylin System. They are tall humanoid with horns and a tail. Their skin colors vary from blue to green to purple (cold colors). Their eyes don’t have white nor pupil.

They live in clans and their main political system is anarchy. The osna’n believe in a world without border so they’re always eager to welcome outsiders and other species. They live in respect of the planet and they have a sort of six sense that allow them to know where the Source is stronger. They settle is those places.

The osna’n are very resourceful people. They are physically stronger than most of the other species. The common belief says osna’n are wise beings but really they just are very observant. Even if most of them don’t like the megacities, they still are quite adaptable.

THANEN are from Neraka in the Isandra System. They live underground because the surface was destroyed many millennia ago. They built they world underground and it’s quite magnificent. Only the spaceport is on the surface.

The thanen have translucent skin that glows when they’re feeling strong emotions such as anger or sadness.

They have very advanced tech in a solarpunk way but with the lunarpunk aesthetic. Anarchy is their political system, they don’t have social class and the have their own ways to deal with the disagreements and arguments.

The thanen are very resilient and adaptive. They are not physically strong and their body is more fragile than other species. Still, they are good allies and can be good friends.

#the stars in your eyes if #interactive fiction #inbox #lore

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luxudus · 1 year ago

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Took me long enough but heres the sequel to the september cutting room floor. Ending this series for good. Staring in order by their number Starting with the entries made for 2022

1. A mammaloid alien native to a dangerously cold planet iconic for it’s red and blue plantlife. They are skittish herbivores. Grazing along its planet’s “grass” by grabbing handfuls of plants with its oral tentacles and brought it to a mouth located in a hollow space in between its oral tentacles and head. And would sport vibrant patterns to blend in with it’s equally colorful forests

2. Originally a suggestion by my friend Lemuel. They were a descendent of pill bugs/roly polies that evolved powered flight. They soared through forest understories with three sets of flattened legs and held onto branches with their hind pairs of limbs. In spite of the radical change to their movement, they would still act and eat like any other Armadillidiid Isopod. Only now they could get to their food much faster

Now onto the entries made for 2023.

3. An alien predator that has all of our senses, but none of the familiar organs. They see the world with an organic sonar dish so powerful it could see colors as good as any eye. They smell and feel heat through heat pits on the sides of their body. They hear sound through sensitive whiskers on the feet of their hydraulic legs. And they eat and taste with a liquivorous proboscis. And on top of their unique sensory organs and a testament to their overwhelming success, they are also freakishly intelligent. Not fully sophont, but still able to run circles around earth’s smartest life aside from humans.

4. An orbital view of a carbon planet. A hypothetical world where it and the rest of it’s star system formed with much more carbon in its composition than standard oxygen. In place of water would be oceans and clouds of hydrocarbons. And nestled right in between the crust and mantle would be a hundred-kilometer-thick layer of pure diamond. Sadly how life would evolve and take advantage of such a world was never conceptualized before spectember ended. Maybe someday this idea can be covered again and be brought to justice.

5. A descendant of azhdarchid pterosaurs from the same world (or at least set of timelines) as the aforementioned Dinosauroids. They live in hierarchical herds where the strongest males have ownership over the herd’s female members. They are also extremely violent, capable of killing their own predators if a hunt goes slightly wrong, And changes in power often escalate into bloody fights that could end in death. Some members are even willing to kill their herd mates' children if it means they get a chance to continue their bloodline.

6. A descendant of the golden snub-nosed monkey that has evolved to mimic the violet deathhead from my last official september post. Their fur is a speckled brown to blend in with the trees it lives on. The structure mimicking the deathhead sail is derived from nasal flaps once used to attract mates. The primate’s blue skin paired with clusters of veins within the nasal flaps create the iconic purple hue. High concentrations of melanin along the tip of the nasal flaps mimic the black stripes. And even the orange spots are recreated by rows of unusually thin skin refract sunlight the same way the webbing between our fingers turns orange as a close light source passes through it

7. A dinosauroid microbiologist who lived in a time when their people colonized the solar system. A Chia’J-di ecologist who lived in a time when their species’ industrial revolution provoked an equally powerful environmentalist counterculture, the globe they are holding is earth 500 million years in the future and long after pangea ultima split, the version of earth their species hails from. And a masculine female human sophontologist who lived in the aztec empire during it’s height. All pose for a picture. Despite their different walks of life and origins of separate timelines. They are all heads of research within the earth division of the Inter-Timeline Evolutionist Union, better known as the ITEU

The ITEU is a non-profit, nongovernmental secret organization spanning the entire multiverse. With the goal of documenting and archiving the evolution of every species and civilization that has ever lived and will ever live across every possible timeline. Their employee count ranges in the quantifiable infinity, and the division of a single planet is still big enough to utterly dwarf the largest and most technologically advanced civilizations ever documented. And their membership program accepts anyone from individual sophonts like you and I, galaxy spanning gestalt super-intelligence, to even celestial deities that create their own worlds and galaxies and seed them with life.

The symbol above the heads of the earth division is the logo of the ITEU as a whole. Surprisingly very little is known about the meaning behind it. Theories range anywhere from it representing the multiverse as a stream of timelines. The evolutionary tree of life, the infinite fractal-like scale of life and the multiverse. To possibly even the form of the ITEU’s founding species. There’s a very good reason why the logo is a mystery to all. The ITEU has some pretty big flaws in spite of their noble goal. The organization is very secretive, even to it’s own members. Nobody outside the ITEU knows it even exists. The organization’s founders and early history remain a complete mystery. And despite its multiversal span being common knowledge. no one truly knows the full scale of this organization or the multiverse.

They are also very non-interventionist, and will stop at nothing to not leave a mark on the natural world and make any irreversible changes to the course of time. Even if it means never sharing their knowledge with the multiverse’s most advanced civilizations. Allowing interdimensional atrocities to keep going despite having the power to stop it. Or even keeping their own members from ever returning home. This whole entry was meant to be a bigger grand finale to 2023’s spectember instead of the Batesian mimicry ring or the neurodivergent posthumans. And was meant to be a meta look at 2023’s entries and the genre of speculative evolution as a whole before spiraling out into its own thing entirely.

(i apologize if the aztec woman appears culturally and/or racially insensitive, if anyone who's an expert on aztec culture wants to give feedback I'd appreciate it a lot i want to improve more on illustrating other cultures)

#my art #artist on tumblr #speculative biology #art #worldbuilding #alien species

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rogue-hammer · 8 months ago

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The Iron Lords (Custom Chapter Background)

Being a collection of documents and statements attributed to the successor Chapter of the Iron hands 10th Legion. However, facts are rare against the weight of thousands of years. Known here are the few of them. The Iron Lords are of an unknown founding who follow in the footsteps of their parent chapter and have an affinity for cybernetics and machines, as well as a stern and cold logical nature which manifests in warfare as excessively brutal tactics and doctrine.

Origins

The Iron Hands chapter, at the close of the Horus Heresy, are said to have stayed their hand in the era that is known to history as The Great Scouring.

The Legion pulled back it’s forces to regroup and take council within its offices as to the future of the Legion and it’s leadership. After a time, a course was agreed on, and the Legion’s surviving Astartes were divided into new successor chapters, with the remainder of the Legion’s core staying on as the Iron Hands. Little is known of this division of strength outside the Chapter’s records and it is speculated on whether or not the Iron Lords were indeed part of this second founding as no two sources agree.

What is known is that the Iron Lords were first mentioned in detail within Imperial records sometime during the 35th millennium, which has led some with leave to speculate such matters that the Chapter may in fact have it’s origins in the shadowy 13th or ‘Dark Founding’ which occurred between M35 and M36.

Since their appearance, the Chapter has made a name for itself across the Eastern Fringe, with a reputation for extreme xenophobia, and uncompromising defense of those realms of man they rule over.

Home World

The mega planet Parthenon Prime, located in a solar system near the Grendl Stars on the Easter Fringe has been claimed by the Iron Lords since the waning years of M39 as their primary home world and source of recruitment.

The planet was officially declared the fife of the Chapter after it was tasked with defense of the Grendl Stars region of space, also known as “The Wings of Sanguinius” from the particularly violent alien species known as the Barghesi. Following this order, the Chapter took control of Parthenon Prime and created a defensive cordon around the Grendl Stars made up of fourteen fortresses which they use to strike against any who violate the safety of the area.

Parthenon Prime itself is a fitting realm for the rule of such morose masters, it’s surface nothing more than a barren solid rock encrusted desert broken only by the single oasis at the north of it’s equatorial zone where the entire population of the world lives under a cast of warrior noble houses.

Yet the world’s barren landscape is also the source of it’s usefulness to the wider Imperium, for the rock which makes up it’s surface is a rare blue hued marbled stone, quarried in vast amounts and used for the construction of thousands of Ministorum and Imperial palaces across the sub-sector and beyond, a trade which has insured the vast wealth of it’s feudal nobility.

Each Noble house presides over a swath of farm-able land and vast troves of archeotech that often dates back to the first expansion of mankind across the galaxy. It is these noble houses which are the source of the Chapter’s recruits, for each of the thousands of houses, both great and small is tithed to offer up its first born son as a candidate for initiation.

These children are trained from the moment they can walk in the arts of war and strategic doctrine, drilled without mercy to fight through the worst of conditions on their barren world and to ignore pain that would cripple an average human. The training builds the aspirant to resist the final test of devotion, whereupon the father of the child, on his 12th year will take his son and mutilate a portion of his body, either by hand or device.

These mutilations can vary in their form, encompassing ears, nose, eye, tongue, jaw even feet or entire arms. Some documents suggest those houses with expansive archeo-technology will even remove organs or nerve clusters. Whatever the case, the aspirant must endure with no drugs or assistance without crying out in pain during the procedure. Should he succeed, he is accepted by the officers of the Chapter for induction into the reserve company of scouts. Few make it even to this final test, fewer still survive it.

Once accepted, the initiate has their mutilated body part replaced by cybernetics taken from the noble house’s vaults of archeotech, making it their first lesson; that the Flesh is Weak.

Geneseed

As with their parent chapter, the geneseed of the Iron Lords has few if any mutations or defects, though speculation persists there may be a psychological factor that causes them, as with many of their brethren to view their bodies as weak despite their station as Astartes.

The geno-magi of Holy Terra are also at a lost to explain the truly extensive length of the Chapter’s stern and almost callous demeanor, which has only aided in theories of their ties to the Dark Founding of Astartes Chapters in M35.

Combat Doctrine

The Iron Lords generally follow the tactical doctrines of their founding Legion, the battle brothers of the chapter engaging in massive cerebral downloads of war-data and battlefield tactics during long voyages through warp space or times of rest between campaigns, and then applying this knowledge with cold calculated precision when deployed.

The Iron Lords have a tendency for heavy frontal assaults with brutal and well calculated armored and orbital strikes that grind down their opponents without mercy, ignoring any fear or pain in pursuit of total victory over the opposition, even viewing themselves and civilians or allies as expendable in the calculations of victory.

Initiates are especially prone to be used in the vanguard of these assaults to insure only the strongest live to join the Chapter’s most esteemed ranks.

One divergence noted by eyewitnesses during these conflicts, is the Iron Lord’s use of fighter aircraft formations.

Made up primarily of the ancient Xiphon Interceptor craft used by the Legions prior to and during the Horus Heresy, the Iron Hands utilize squadrons of highly trained fighter wings known as ‘Terror Ace Squadrons’ to decimate enemy command structures and targets of opportunity.

These aerial shock formations enter from low orbit or engage targets in void space at near super sonic speeds, spearheading towards designated targets and flattening them and the surrounding area with well aimed lascannon strafes and bombing runs. Some Imperial Naval officers and fighter assets have noted the almost stomach churning enjoyment these terror pilots seem to take in their deployment, often vying and wagering on which ace will score the most kills in the smallest amount of time to encourage competition between squadrons.

When the Terror Ace formations are unleashed, the last thing many enemy command bunkers, defense silos or even civil shelters hear is the roar of the Xiphon’s engines approaching before they are left in a choking cloud of disorienting devastation and fear as the squadrons scream past on full afterburn.

Organization

The Iron Lords adhere to the standard structure of the Codex Astartes set down by the Primarch of the Ultramarines, Robute Guilliman, with only a few deviations that mirror their founding Legion. Like the Iron hands, the Lords replace the standard office of Chaplain with the well trained and experienced Techmarines known as Iron Fathers. They also elect their Chapter Master based on time and need from their council of captains and other officers.

They do not however organize their battle companies by the Clans structure used by their founders, instead until recent years they have used the standard Battle Company doctrine of the Codex. Since their defense of the Grendl stars however, the Chapter now organizes it’s Companies by the fourteen fortresses used to defend their domain, with ten acting as Company HQs, training and fabrication centers, two more acting as Chapter Fleet star ports and the last two as resource gathering and staging areas.

Beliefs

“Only when the last xenos has been scoured from the galaxy shall the Imperium know peace.”

-Captain Do'tharri, Iron Lords 4th Company

The Iron Lords have a well earned reputation for being incredibly xenophobic, unwilling to allow any alien life to exist if they can do anything about it. This disposition is what many believe has lead to the Chapter’s station in the Grendl Stars to contain the Barghesi until resources can be fully mounted to exterminate this vicious race of xenos.

The Chapter is also extremely atheistic in it’s views of the Imperium and the wider galaxy (much to the rankling of the Ecclesiarchy), seeing the Emperor of Mankind as the embodiment of mankind’s supremacy but a man none the less, and their Primarch Ferrus Manus as an icon of veneration for his strength of character and bravery. This atheistic view extends even to matters warp related, as the Chapter sees the “Gods and daemons” of the empyrean realms as nothing more than yet another alien form of life needing to be destroyed for the good of all mankind.

Battle Cry

“Break Upon Us and Despair!” (Often times added as a follow up to the statements; “We are the Warriors of the Fourteen” or

“The Lords of Iron have Come,”)

PLAYING AN IRON LORDS ARMY

Army Special Rules (Uses Index Astares 3 Iron hands List and 4th ed Space Marines Codex)

*More machine than man:

-Bionics cost 2pts instead of 5pts

*Relic Armour:

-May only take Terminator Command Squad, may not take Terminator Squads or Terminator Assault Squads -HQ Characters and Vet. Sergeants may take Terminator armor and Terminator wargear.

*Dreadnought Ancient:

-A Dreadnought upgraded to Venerable status becomes an HQ choice.

-May take a Sacred Standard

-Ancient Wisdom (re-roll first move roll).

*Chapter Traits:

-Suffer not the Alien to live (Preferred enemy xenos)

-Trust your Battle Bothers (True Grit, Counter Attack)

-Eye to Eye (0-1 bikes, attack bikes, speeders)

-We Stand Alone (May not take allies)

Army Unit Updates

*Iron Father (Replace Chaplain entry) 75pts.

WS5, BS5, S4, T4, W3, I5, A3, Ld9, Sv 3+

-Power weapon, Bionics, Mechanicus Protechtiva

-May take servo arm or servo harness (see tech marine).

-May take up to 4 servitor Bodyguards; Gun, Close Combat, Tech. (See tech marine).

-Mechanicus Protechtiva (4+ inv. Save)

-Blessing of the Omnissah (see Tech Marine).

-Has Access to the Space Marine Armory.

*0-1 Xiphon Interceptor (Fast Attack)

#warhammer 40k #warhammer #oldhammer #40k #space marines #iron lords #successor chapter #iron hands #background #custom chapter #my lore #grimdark

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loveneversleepss · 2 years ago

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Play date

Inspired by training wheels by Melanie Martinez, reflections by the neighborhood,

pairing- Yang Jeongin x female reader (As children, teens, adults)

genre- slow burn, childhood friends, fluff(ish), feelings of betrayal, time changes, switch povs.

warnings: heavy kissing, mean nicknames, touching.

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"I don't wanna!" Your left foot stomps heavily to the floor. Your eyebrows furrow and your lower lip pouts out. Resisting heavily to having to go to your mom's friend's house. She sighs as she shakes her head walking away from you. You follow a few steps hesitantly after her, tiptoeing. She lifts you quickly as your legs dangle lazily. She sets you on the cold hard surface of the bathroom counter.

"You'll like it, trust me. She has a son a few months older than you. He's gone to some of our parties." Your nose fringes up as if you smelled something bad. Your arms cross angrily across your chest as you stare at the ground. You tend to always be dragged to places your mom wants to go. You're all the company she has, so you try your best to understand.

"okay.. but can we take my bike? I've been wanting to ride it!" You chirp brightly at her and shoot her your best smile. She can't say no to that smile. She laughs as she brushes your hair aside, you turn to face the mirror. "Alright, but you have to play with the boy. His name is Jeongin." Great.

The car slowly pulls up the street to your next 5 hours of torture. You sigh as you look back at your sparkly blue bike in the back, perfect for a 7 year old. Although you're a bit nervous. Your mom took off your training wheels, you haven't properly ridden your bike without them. "Excited?" Your mom brings you out of your nervous bubble. You nod your head and put on a smile. The car parks on the curb and your heart flings down to your stomach. You unleash your seat belt and get off the car slowly.

She opens the trunk and takes your bike out of it. It lands on the floor with a bounce as you stare at it. She tilts her head in confusion as to why you are not immediately grabbing it. "Y/n?" You snap your head up to her, she rolls it over to you. You grab the rubber of your bike and roll it as you follow your mom. She straightens her shirt out as she prepares to knock at the door.

Knock, knock. Her hand calmly hits the door. You hear a dog bark as a woman shushes it. Cool, a doggy to play with. The door swings open as a woman in blue, the same color as your bike, chirps a happy greeting to your mom. Her eyes travel down to you, she analyzes you and giggles.

"Well aren't you a beauty, you must be y/n." You lightly nibble at your lower lip as your hands tighten around the bike handle. "Hi.." She giggles at your shyness, her door widens more. "Come in please, the bike can too." Your mother walks in as you struggle a bit getting the bike through the door. You successfully get it inside as you admire the entrance. You always loved to explore houses, and wonder how different their lives are.

You decide to abandon your bike for a bit, it wouldn't hurt anyone. You run quickly to explore and discover a room. The door is open and you decide to stumble inside. It must be the room of the son that lives here. It's filled with action figures and drawings. The sunlight beams in and lights up the stars hanging from the ceiling. The decoration makes it a solar system theme. You touch a toy that's shaped like a planet, a dwarf planet, Pluto. "Who are you?" You stand shook as you've been caught.

You place the toy back and turn to the speaker. A boy around your age stands before you, his arms crossed and an angry expression. You recognize him, like your mom said, he's been to your house for parties. "Exactly what gives you the right to touch MY things?" You bow to him and ask for forgiveness, "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to snoop." You hear a scoff from him as you look up to a smirk planted on his lips. "I suppose I forgive you.." He tilts his head as he takes a step closer to you. "What's your name, Snoopy?"

Standing closer you notice you're about 2 inches taller than him, you hold back a snort. You sigh and muster up a smile, "Y/n. What's yours, Pluto?" He frowns as he knows you're referring to his height. He sighs as he lets his arm fall lazily, "Jeongin." You nod and look to the hallway then bring your attention back to him. "I brought a bike so.. imma go ride it now." You run away quickly, not bothering to invite him. You couldn't care less about making a friendship with him. You wheeled your bike out the front door and shut the door behind you.

You get a few steps down the driveway when you hear the door open and shut. A pair of footsteps running, then a wild Jeongin appears. He stops before you, panting heavily, staring into your eyes. You frown, "What are you doing?" You blurt out angrily. He smiles and pats down on your bike seat. "I thought you'd like some company." You roll your eyes at him and scoff dramatically. "Do you even know how to ride a bike? One without training wheels?"

He tilts his head curiously, "Do you?" You bite your bottom lip, you haven't tried. You push him aside in anger and bring your right leg up and over the bike. You place your feet on the pedals and get comfortable in your seat. The angled driveway gives you a boost as you roll down the small hill, quickly getting the hang of it. You don't know why you were so scared, it's so easy. You turn around to see Jeongin smiling brightly as the distance between you gets longer and longer. You decide to turn around and make your way back to him.

You stop right in front of him and set your feet on the ground to hold your balance. "See that? Easy." He laughs softly, amused at your remark. "Wanna try?" His expression changes as he takes a sharp breath. His feet kick softly at a pebble as he avoids eye contact. "Do you not know how to ride a bike?" He shakes his head, "Not one without training wheels.." You stay silent for a moment, thinking of what to say. "Well only one way to learn," you hop off your bike and pat on the seat.

His eyes widen as he understands what you mean. He fidgets his fingers together and looks around. “It’s not like I’m asking to be your wife,” you roll your eyes. He’s Hesitating but willing. “Okay,” his voice sounds soft, uneasy. His right leg plops over and he steadies himself into the seat. “I’ll keep my hand on the seat the whole way around, okay?” He look scared and grabs onto your arm, “promise you won’t push me straight to the dirt?” You sigh and roll your eyes, “if you promise me you won’t break away first.”

He successfully pedals about 10 feet when he starts to get anxious. The handles start to move out of control. And the bike goes falling, you and Jeongin with it..

“That really hurt,” Jeongin pouts as you put a gauze on his wound. “You just have to be more still,” You pout your bottom lip too as he squirms from the pain. “Hold still, almost done.” You place down the applicator and grab a bandaid. It’s a Spider-Man themed one and you gently smooth it out over his knee. “All better,” Without thinking, you place a kiss. You’ve realized what you have done too late.

You look up to a red-tomato Jeongin, he looks the opposite direction and tries to conceal his cheeks with his hand. Well, no point in trying to explain. You grab the first aid kit you acquired from Jeongin’s kitchen and grab a few of bandaids, “Keep bandaids on you, for when you hit the jagged ground.” He takes it reluctantly and shoved them into his shorts pocket. “Now let’s try again.” His eyebrow raises in shock and his mouth slightly opens, “what do you mean again?!”

You walk to the bike and bring it upright, “when you fail, you have to try again.” He sighs deeply and looks to the sky, “what have I gotten myself into?” He walks over and plops on the seat again. He travels farther and farther each time. Resulting in a fall each time but it’s getting better. Just when you thought it was time to stop, he does it. You let go of the seat slowly and he keeps going. He screams happily as the speed picks up, he turns around to see you standing from afar.

You smile at him as he turns to make his way back to you. He stops a foot away from you, panting heavily. “I.. did it.” You smile brightly at him and jump on him. “I knew you could do it, Innie!” You hear him giggle as he gives you hugs back. “Y/n!.. Jeongin!” You hear your mom call you two. You both make way back to the house.

"Time to go honey, say goodbye." You turn to Jeongin and he smiles, "We'll see each other soon." You jump into his arms and hold him tight. "Bye snoopy," You hear him softly laugh into your ear and you smile as you pull away. You turn to his mom and say goodbye to her. Your mother drags your bike into the trunk and you head inside. You're about to pull out of the driveway when Jeongin catches your eye. An almost invisible tear sheds down his cheek. He runs after the car and yells something you couldn't make out.

You didn't know that would be the last time you would see him. At least for a while..

9 years later.

In just a blink, everything has changed. Today is your birthday, you turn 16. "Are you excited?" Your makeup artist snaps you out of your dazed state. You plaster a smile across your face, "Why wouldn't I be? I'm.. of age now." It's custom in your family line that once you turn 14, you are considered a woman. "And.. all done! Take a look," you glanced at your reflection in the mirror in front of you. "It looks great, thank you. You may leave." Her hand fists up slightly and she turns to leave.

You sit up from the chair and make way to the long mirror. There you stand in a blue gown. Fluffy sleeves hanging off your shoulders and jewels all about it. A corset top that sucked you in to show curves. 'Smile, y/n, be happy.' You manage to squeeze out a smile, but a tear that glides down your cheek gives you away. You hear a rumbling and turn to the commotion. A man falls into the room and the door shuts. You stand there shocked and step back. He groans in pain and rolls on his back to reveal a bloody nose.

You step closer to him, standing above him, "How did you get in here?" His eyes widen and he quickly scrambles to his feet. "I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to pry. Iwasjustlostandopenedthedoorandthereyouwereand.. Inoticedyouwerecryinganddidn'twannabargein!" You shut your eyes to try to understand what just uttered out of his mouth. "It's fine, I don't mind. I snoop around sometimes too." You walk over to your vanity and grab a tissue, you hold it out to him. "You have a little something.." You point to his nose and he takes it.

He begins to clean his nose when you notice something familiar about him. "Have we met before?" He tilts his head and analyzes you. "We have.. I swear it," you mumble loudly. You step closer to him, only a foot away from him now. He steps back to gain more space but discovers the wall behind him. "You're a little close," his face begins to redden. This snaps your memory. Your mind flashes back to several years ago,

“All better,” Without thinking, I placed a kiss. I’ve realized what I have done too late. I look up to a red-tomato Jeongin, he looks in the opposite direction and tries to conceal his cheeks with his hand.

You step back as he recreates the same motion, concealing his face with his hand. "Jeongin?" He responds to the name as his eyebrow raises. "It's you!" You jump and wrap your arms around him. His hands pause but you hear a small exhale and he finally holds you close. He swings you in his arms. "Y/n," he says as he places you back on the floor. "It's you!" His hands cup your cheeks as he wipes the stray tear off your cheek. "You're so old now," you giggle and pretend to frown.

"Old? Says the one who is older than me." You scoff and pretend to walk away. "Where you going?" He grabs you by your waist and drags you back into him. This makes you feel squirmy in your tummy, it feels like butterflies. You turn to him, his face inches from yours. "Where have you been, hmm?" You feel it again, stronger this time. "Oh, Pluto. I've missed you." He laughs softly at the nickname you've made for him. "I've missed you too, Snoopy."

His scent lures you in, this feeling is so unfamiliar to you. It's like, you want something. "Why were you crying?" He whispers as his forehead leans against yours. You pull away from him, "I guess.. ever since we've seen each other." You sat down on the chair from earlier, "I haven't been happy.." He looks at you with such ache in his eyes, he steps towards you. "Y/n-" He's interrupted by a knock on the door. You both turn to see your mother.

"Oh my, Jeongin! You've grown up!" You smile as she runs over to him. "My, My. Let me look at you." She walks in a circle around him, "Why you've gotten so tall." You giggle a bit and lay your chin against the chair. "Guess I'd have to stop calling you pluto now." He smiles and shakes his head, "I actually quite like it." Oh, how you could get lost in his eyes. You could spend all day looking at him. "Why don't we all go downstairs now. The party's starting!"

Seems like hundreds of people arrived, a never ending of 'hello's spill out your mouth. You lose sight of Jeongin easy and keep cursing about the people who stop you from looking for him. You had slowly made your way to the dance floor when you got bombarded with people asking you to dance. You couldn't say no as they were already dragging you to dance. You couldn't help but keep an eye out for him. Just when you lost all hope, someone taps on your shoulder.

"Such a chore, isn't it?" You jump from him whispering in your ear. "Jeongin!" You push him away softly. He reaches out his arm, "Care for a dance?" You sigh and take his arm, "Couldn't hurt." Oh, but how it affected you. You make your way to the center as the music starts. His hand curls around your waist and his other hand in yours. His hand around your waist ignites your body. His smile is driving you crazy as he leads your body along with his, perfectly matching the rhythm.

This heat ignites hotter and hotter, his lips inches away from you. You want to feel them so bad, pressed against yours. For his hands to slip elsewhere. Thankfully, the song ends and you bow to each other. "I'm feeling a bit tired. I think I'm going to go up to my vanity room." He catches your arm softly, "can if I go with?"

God, you wished you had the guts to say no. But, the words slipped out of your mouth before you could've stopped it. 'yes.'

You had plopped down on the cushioned couch you have as soon as you entered the room. "I got you something," he says as he reaches into his pocket. You reluctantly sat up and he handed you a tiny gift box. "What is it?" He sits down next to you, "open it and find out." You untie the bow and slip it off. You lift the top off and you freeze at the item.

I grab the first aid kit I acquired from Jeongin’s kitchen and grab a few of bandaids, “Keep bandaids on you, for when you hit the jagged ground.” He takes it reluctantly and shoved them into his shorts pocket.

"You kept this?" He nods his head. You inhale sharply and stand up. "This dress is too tight, I need to change." You walk into the closet and grab the spare dress in there. "Untie me," you walk to him and turn your back to him. He unties it slowly, his fingers brushing softly on the skin there. You want to lean into his touch but resist doing so. "Turn around and lock the door." He obeys and faces the door, you wait till you hear the click of the lock and slip off the dress.

You pull up the short dress and pull the spaghetti straps on. You walk to your vanity and take off your necklace. "Little help please," he walks slowly and you turn so your back is to him again. He zips up the back of your dress dangerously slow. Once it reaches the top, his hands rest on your waist again. It catches you by surprise and you gasp softly as your hands land on the vanity. "What's wrong?" He comes closer to your body, his hand slides your hair off your shoulder to one side. He leans into your ear, "cat got your tongue?"

You lean your head to the side, just begging for his lips to land there. You're rewarded as his lips attach to your neck, your body jolts at the sudden feeling. His soft lips create a chain leading up your neck. You can't help but let a noise of relief leave you. His hand slightly tightens around your waist and you begin to be impatient. You turn to face him and jump on the counter. You wrap your legs around his back and pull him into you. Holding onto his face, you attach his lips into yours.

The feeling of his body and lips finally so close to you is so gratifying. Your body is hungry, and you want more. He groans into the kiss and tangles his hand into your hair. He leans his body forward onto you, his hands placed on the desk behind you. You feel his belt pressed up against you and feel the great pleasure it brings. Your hips begin to move as the friction ignites a glow. "Mm, baby?" You nod your head, half-listening, "That's not my belt."

Your eyes open and look down to see his hard-on poking a tent in his pants. "Oh.." His eyes look at you with such hunger, it's so captivating. "Well, do you wanna stop?" He shakes his head, "No." He continues the kiss and you begin to move your hips again. He starts to groan into the kiss more and more. It sends a tingle through your body each time. "Y/n." He breaks away again. "Am I allowed to do something to you?" You tilt your head curiously, "What do you mean?"

He picks you up, he sets you down on the couch. Your legs are spread as he lays in between them. His hand lays on your shoulder, "Can I touch you?" You nod your head and smile, you find it sweet he's asking for permission. His hand drags down your collarbones, in between your breasts, your stomach and stops right before he hits it. "Even here? Can I?" You think about it for a second then nod.

His hand disappears under your skirt and drags down your panties.

TO BE CONTINUED

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