#SAP FI Course

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Therefore, one must consider joining the SAP FI Course to learn more about this platform and build a secure career as an SAP Financial Accounting (FI) professional.

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SAP FI Course

Croma Campus offers an industry-focused SAP FI Course, covering financial reporting, asset accounting, accounts receivable/payable, and integration with other SAP modules. Gain practical knowledge through hands-on training and real-world projects. With expert guidance and placement assistance, this course prepares you for a successful career in SAP finance.

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What is SAP FI?

SAP FI, which stands for SAP Financial Accounting, is a module within the SAP ERP (Enterprise Resource Planning) system that focuses on financial management and accounting processes in an organization. It is used by businesses to manage financial transactions, financial reporting, and other financial-related activities. The sap fico course It is designed to provide comprehensive solutions for managing an organization's financial data and processes in a centralized manner.

Key features and functionalities of the SAP FI module include:

General Ledger (GL): The GL module manages the company's financial accounting records, including balance sheets, income statements, and profit and loss statements.

Accounts Payable (AP): AP manages the organization's vendor-related processes, including invoice processing, payment processing, and managing vendor master data.

Accounts Receivable (AR): AR handles customer-related processes, such as managing incoming payments, customer invoices, and customer master data.

Asset Accounting: This submodule manages fixed assets, including acquisition, depreciation, disposals, and reporting on asset values.

Bank Accounting: Bank accounting integrates with financial transactions involving banks, such as electronic bank statements, reconciliation, and cash management.

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TF141 getting a boudoir photo album as a wedding gift ♡

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A/N: THIS WAS SO FUN!!! Great, absolutely phenomal idea, dear anon. Simon's part is very sappy (I cried) which might be ooc for him?? Idk, that's how I write him/interpret his character! :) let me know who's your favorite 👀

~Fi 🐝

《Warnings》: NSFW content. proceed with caution. PiV, creampie, cunnilingus, Johnny's oral fixation (yes, that is a warning.)

It's still very sweet and lovey dovey with all of them bc I'm a certified sap <3

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John would be grinning and smirking like a proper idiot when he lays his eyes on those delectable photos of you.

I imagine you had a date night at home, sipping wine on the couch and talking about your wedding that's supposed to take place in only 3 days. He's telling you how he can't wait to see you in your wedding dress and slip that ring onto your finger.

Sneaky bastard.

Be prepared to he called Mrs. Price the days leading up to the big day. John excuses it with:

"Need to practice, love. Don't wanna mess it up in front of anyone, eh?"

He knows what he's doing, you know what he's doing, all is well because if he only knew what that did to you. You're just talking, trying to get the nerves out now so you can go into your wedding with a clear mind and have a good time. When you tell him you have a gift for him, his eyebrows almost overshoot his forehead. Yeah, he knew that was a thing some people did, but he never gave it another thought.

In all honesty, marrying you was the best gift he could ever get. Which is why he feels slightly guilty that he doesn't have one for you (at least that's what you see, internally he's crushed) but that all goes out the window when you sit back down with a sleek beige photo album that has a little romantic quote on the front.

What he doesn't expect, however, is the angelic image of your plush body on full display, draped over a velvet chaise lounge with layered pearl necklaces hanging from your neck. This man is shell-shocked. If he wasn't frozen in place, he would've snapped the book shut.

"And what's this, doll, hm?"

His heart feels warm and fuzzy, thinking these are some lovely pictures of you together on holidays you went on, casual trips to the local pub or just some domestic shots you managed to sneak during his leave.

You can basically see the connections to his brain frying. His jaw slacks, and only after what feels like 10 minutes he regains his ability to think and close his mouth. John is sweating and his cock is rock hard as he flips through the remaining pages.

He shoots you the occasional glance while he's trying not to hyperventilate. You just sit back and savor your wine, trying to hide your laugh behind the rim of your glass. You'd expected a reaction, of course, but you didn't think you'd render the John Price speechless just from a few suggestive photographs of you.

But what absolutely breaks the camels back (or John's, in this case) is the last picture of you. You're kneeling, slightly leaned back and supported by your arms, with one of his Flannels covering your soft tits. That alone would've been enough to drive him crazy, but the sight of his old dogtags sitting against your sternum has him groaning out loud.

The only other thing covering you is a simple pair of lace panties, cupping the soft curve and rolls of your tummy so beautifully, John was ready to take a bit out of that damn page.

He nearly misses the inscription underneath the photo;

To my John; the love of my life, the man of my dreams,

I love you.

You hold my heart and you will forever.

May I be so lucky to find my place in the stars by your side when the time comes, so we'll never have to be apart.

With all my love,

Mrs. Price

And that does it. The album snaps shut and you barely have time to put down your wine glass before John is all over you, taking handfuls of you, whatever he can reach. With how fast he smashes his lips on yours, he nearly gives you whiplash.

He's tugging and pulling at your clothes as well as his own, not saying a thing, just hungrily swallowing every one of your sounds and giggled objections before he decides the couch is uncomfortable and he moves you to the bedroom. You're hoisted up without a warning and you cling to his neck. Immediately, worried words start spilling from your lips, remembering how he'd complained about a sore back just today;

"John, baby, your back-"

"I don't give a flying fuck about my back, love."

He's heaving and grunting like a fucking animal, he's downright feral. Despite all of that, you're still laid down gently on the bed, John would never, ever be reckless with you. But he needs to be inside you now, he'll actually lose his mind.

Usually, he'd spent hours between your thighs first, but he just can't wait. He's pounding you into another dimension but with such gentleness in his gestures, it makes your head spin.

He's holding your hand, breathing sweet praises into your ear despite him filling you to the brim. His urge to claim you goes haywire and he fills you with his cum multiple times before he's sane enough again.

He's covered in sweat and his beard is wet from your spit from all the sloppy kisses he gave you. John will definitely make it up to you and eat you out for as long as you want after.

He'll make a copy of one of the photos and take it with him when he's on deployment, just for the nights he's feeling lonely.

His wedding gift to you are the hickeys on your thighs and tummy and new sheets because you two tore the other ones to absolute shreds.

♥︎

Johnny would probably have a boudoir album for you, too. You get at least one shirtless pic a day, so a whole album of his body on display or in suggestive poses basically screams Johnny. He's already drooling the second he spots that book because he knows what it is and that he's in for a treat.

He's buzzing with excitment.

You never really send nudes for privacy reasons, and then for you to do something like this hit him like a truck in the best way possible. You're standing opposite from him behind the kitchen counter, and you look so nervous to him.

Cue his signature shit-eating grin. You tap your fingers on the dark blue album before having enough of your nerves and just sliding it over to him with a few mumbled words of what it is.

"Awe, for me, mo leannan?" He's a teasing bastard, and he chuckles when you huff and turn your head, obviously flustered. Johnny is legit licking his lips, but when he opens the book, his grin fades so fast.

He knew it would be good, but holy shit, this was so much better than he expected. His pupils dilate as he takes in each of the pictures of you, all of you, all your curves and bumps.

Everything he loves about you. God, you're such a woman, he thinks to himself. Some with lingerie, some without. He's full on drooling at this point, and the only reason why he roughly wipes it away with the back of his hand is to not get it on these sacred images.

He smirks at the picture of you in a tub, all soapy, with pebbled nipples. An obvious dig at his nickname, but, god, does your ass look amazing when it's covered in a thin layer of bubbles. He loves lathering you up in the shower and feeling you up while you're all wet and slippery.

"Good thing I can hold my breath, aye, hen? Might even try to set a new personal record." He's grinning and chuckling meanwhile you give him a sharp glare. You can't deny that the idea intrigues you, though.

But this, oh, this one was him swallowing thickly. It's you in very sheer panties (they're barely even underwear) and his name patch is sewn onto the front. Your hair looks so nice, so do your thighs, he doesn't know whether to look at your eyes or your tits. The button on his jeans is about to pop off from his throbbing boner.

He can't take his eyes off that 'MacTavish' patch that sits right on your lower belly, with the slight curve it has to it from your soft tummy.

Johnny has to hold himself back from gripping the book too hard. He wouldn't want to ruin it.

"Steamin' bloody Jesus, bonnie..."

The album is shut and tucked under his arm, and Johnny jumps over the counter to get his hands on you. Or his mouth, more like. He has a huge oral fixation, so he loves sucking and biting on every inch of your skin. You're pushed back into the bedroom, even though you end up on the floor, and the book is thrown onto the bed.

He rips your shirt up and sucks at your tits and nipples, groaning and moaning at the taste of your skin, all while he's rubbing his clothes cock against your leg. You end up on your hands and knees with one of Johnny's hands on your lowerback while his face is buried in your cunt.

He's eating you out like he's been starved for years, and his stubble is already starting to irritate the skin of your thighs and ass.

You'll have the worst case of beard burn in the morning, but how could you care about that when his tongue is so deep inside of you?

Remember when I said he'd have a boudoir album too? Yeah, now you're in between his legs, your back pressed to his chest with Johnny's album in your shaky hands. And the way your engagement ring catches the dim light of the room has your eyes rolling back.

And Jesus christ, Johnny looks fucking phenomal. You clench around his fingers hard, and he doesn't even have to pull his head from your neck to know what photo you're looking at.

He's smirking and grinning like the ceshire cat, knowing that the image of him in a kilt with no shirt one is gracing your field of vision right about now.

"Ah knew ye'd like tha' one, bonnie..."

Johnny's cooing in your ear, telling you to keep looking at the pictures while he's knuckle deep in your pussy. His bare dick is pressed against your ass and you can feel him rocking his hips to get off.

He's mumbling all kinds of gibberish into your ear, but one of the few things you can make out is "mo bhean"* which pushes you over the edge. You won't be leaving that bed anytime soon.

*(My wife)

♥︎

Kyle is such a sweetheart. I've said it before, and I will say it again, he's such a cutie pie!!! But that doesn't mean he can't or won't get nasty.

He'd offered to make lunch, which was delicious as always, and now you're chatting casually about your day at your dining table. Your fingers are laced together, and he's wearing the biggest smile because all he can think of is how he gets to marry you in just a few days.

He's over the moon. He can't wait to see you walk down the aisle, say your vows to each other, and overall have a great time with all your friends and family.

But the thing Kyle is looking forward the most is the honeymoon. He'll have you to himself for 2 whole weeks and he's stoked. He can't wait to treat you to nice things, love on you, but he's the most excited to fuck you as your husband.

He may look sweet and 'innocent' but this man can fuck, okay. And he fucks well. He knows every little spot that has you mewling and he's so good at using them for his gain.

Kyle will fuck you into the mattress in the Hotel you booked, he's already made up his mind about that, but he wants to absolutely melt your brain by being so loving whole doing it that you can't help but cry out for him.

He has heart eyes at this point, watching you talk about all that happened today and he only snaps out of his dream world when you present the deep red album to him with a sweet smile.

He's got a hunch of what it is so there's a hint of a smirk on his lips. Still, he almost gets whiplash when he opens it.

There's no easing into it, just straight up tits, ass and tummy. And let me tell you, Kyle is loving every second of it. It's no secret that he loves your chub, and that fact that it's extenuated so beautifully in every shot makes his heart and his cock happy. He's a very balanced man after all.

He comments on every single photo because he think it's endearing how you get all flustered and giggly from his compliments.

One picture that has him taking a second, though, is one where you have a lacy band tied around your thigh, with a little golden 'Kyle' charm hanging from it. He's all smiley and giddy, but he does try to discreet adjust his trousers because, holy shit, that's hot.

"Have you still got that, dove? Would love to see it tied around your pretty neck."

All you answer is that he'll have to be patient and wait till the wedding night to find out. He's laughing and teasing now, but just what till you get to the last page, Gazy.

And the way his smile just melts off his face is priceless. His gaze is flitting between you on the page and you sitting across from him with a shot eating grin. All the blood that drained from his face went straight to his dick.

Not only are you wearing a set of lingerie in his favorite color, but you've got his iconic pair of sunglasses hooked on the center of your bra. And that's not all either, his eyes travel upwards and his base cap is sat on your head and you've got that beautiful smile of yours on your face.

He makes an audible noise, one that indicates you took his breath away, when he takes in the whole picture.

"How in hell did you manage to snatch my hat and my glasses from right under my nose?!"

"Skilled hands, babe."

He's laughing at you breathlessly because he's still enarmoured by the sight of you.

And Kyle will absolutely whisk you away and fuck you stupid in front of your bedroom mirror while you're wearing his hat.

It makes him feral, seeing you like that. He's got both of his arms wrapped around your middle and he's panting into your shoulder. He does look up from time to time to see your blissed out face all while still wearing his cap.

He lets out a strained moan everytime he looks at you in the mirror and his hips stutter ever so slightly.

Kyle is just spewing jumbled words of love because he's genuinely so happy. You make him so happy.

He honestly can't wait to give you your wedding gift. It's a little booklet filled with poems or quotes that reminded him of you, or of how you make him feel. And it will make you cry when he reads them to you.

Definitely not because he'll be ballsdeep inside of you while doing so...

♥︎

Simon, Simon, Simon.... first of all, he's completely blindsided by this. And he hasn't got a fucking clue what's in that black book you hand him one night when you're cuddling in bed.

There's just a giant question mark above his head. When you tell him it's a wedding gift, he goes silent and just looks at that album in his hands.

He never really got gifts, which obviously changed since he's been with you, but he's still not used to it. You're so thoughtful. And sweet. And kind, and perfect and-

he turns his head to you when you softly call his name and if you notice the slight sheen of tears in his big brown eyes, you don't mention it. You just encourage him to open the book. And when he does, a small huff and gentle smile leave him because how are you so perfect?

Yes, all of the pictures are all filthy, but they're all radiating of love and softness, and he can't get over it. How are you so soft? Simon can't get enough of you. You mess up his emotions in ways he never thought possible, and he can't help that his heart starts beating twice as fast.

That you did this for him means more than you could ever fathom, and he'll treasure this album until his end. He absent mindedly reaches for your hand as he flips through the pages, trying to tell you thank you when his words fail him, like they did so many times before with you.

He comes across a shot of your neck, a black leather collared fasten around it with a little silver skull charm. It makes him smile just a bit. He knows just how much meaning is behind it.

That you love him. All of him, which includes the Ghost. In cursive, 'Riley' is written right above your heart, and he gives your hand a squeeze.

Although you love the Ghost because it's a part of him, you've shown him that it's not all he is. That Simon is enough. That he should give Simon a chance and that he's not incapable anymore, like he was as a little boy. Ghost is sort of a protector of Simon, something not many people know, that's why he wears the mask outside of duty too. To shield himself.

But as much as the Ghost's service is appreciated, Simon can handle himself now. The Ghost will forever be with him, but so will you, and you'll wipe his bloody hands with a smile. You've shown him that you accept Ghost just as much as you accept Simon, and that means the world to him.

He sniffles ever so quietly, and you lean your head against his shoulder, pressing a kiss to his cheek. He moves on, gently turning the pages, and as much as his heart is touched by your kind gesture of this album, that doesn't stop his cock from stirring. It's pictures of your naked form, after all.

He loves every single inch of you and he's told you and shown you so many times, kissed all your insecurities away and took your mind off any bad thoughts about yourself by fucking you so well and lovingly to the point of tears.

Never, in a million years, had he expected you to return these efforts. You kissed all his scars and held him softly when reassuring any doubts he had. That's when he truly and fully fell in love with you.

He can feel himself getting hotter with every passing image of your soft body bent in different positions and clad in delicate garments, if any.

The best for last, as always, and it's a picture of you kneeling in front of a mirror, completely nude. A picture of Simon in full military regalia is tapped to the mirror and it's surrounded by a bunch of hearts drawn on with lipstick.

His name is written under the picture in your handwriting, and he can see you holding a lipstick, in the middle of finishing another heart. His breath hitches just for a split second.

He swears he'll burn this photo into the back of his eyelids.

It shows him just how great and raw your love for him is, and it makes him all fuzzy on the inside. The text at the bottom finishes it all off, and he's actively holding back tears, overwhelmed by so many feelings for you.

Dear Husband,

We're flawed; but that's how I like us. You're you, and I'm me, and I wouldn't change it for the world. You've made me a better version of myself, and that makes me love you so much more. I'm so proud of you, Simmy.

Love,

Your wife

"Thank you, my love. Thank you for this, and for loving me and for everything you've done for me. I love you"

His words are soft and painfully honest as he gently sets the album aside. You've made him a better man. A better Simon. A happier Simon. A Simon that's slowly starting to heal.

It starts off with a soft kiss that slowly turns more desperate and needy to the point you're gently being pushed back onto the bed, your clothes are discarded, and Simon absolutely worships you. He kisses every inch he can reach and touching you in all the ways he knows you like.

And, yeah, Simon can be rough and fuck you stupid for hours, but tonight, he just wants to feel close to you, and make you feel as good as you make him feel by simply loving him. He's talking you through it, holding you while he makes sure you take every inch of his cock.

His strokes are slow and deep, just like his love for you, and he revels in the way your eyes roll back each time he slides into you to the hilt. The drag of his dick against your walls has you moaning and whining, and when he presses down on your pudgy lower belly to intensify the sensation, you're putty.

You two fuck the whole night like this, no matter how sensitive you are, you need to be close to each other.

And in the morning, he'll wake you up with his face buried in your pussy because he's out of his sappy mood and his only goal now is to absolutely ruin you.

♡

Bonus: I can totally see Simon giving his dad the biggest middle finger known to man all the way in hell when he's standing by the altar on your wedding day. It just screams: 'fuck you, stupidly bastard. Despite all you've done to me and my family, despite all that's happened, I've persevered. I've overcome it all. Look at me now.'

Right after he's smiling up at the sky, knowing that his mum and brother are watching and that they would've loved you just as much as he does <3

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I hope you enjoyed!! I love all my boys <3

(If you find any typos, it's 2.am. give me a break pls)

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Ortho 2

Summary: You take the loopy wisp Ortho outside for a bit so he doesn't go stir-crazy.

"Ah, no, don't wander away from me, Ortho," you lightly pinched Ortho's foot, keeping him from floating over to the roses Riddle was currently changing the colors of, "You're still not doing the best."

Ortho has been recovering quite well, so much so that he no longer needed to be in his tank just to breath, however his body was still coursing with a whole schedule of medications, so he's more than a little loopy. And cranky for being stuck in one place for too long.

So loopy in fact that he began to float sideways, like some kind of deflating helium balloon. You couldn't help but snort, and Ortho copied you with a little squeak of his own. He wiggled his foot to get out, but quickly ran out of energy and just flopped over your fingers.

"I know you're bored, but I can't have you floating into the sun." You heard an indignant grunt and spotted Riddle just as he mercilessly cut down his newest creations. "Or making the little Roseling angry. He seems pretty invested in his latest project."

A ghostly whistle that sounded more like a slide flute came out of Ortho's body, the flames of his hair and body turning a darker blue, head bobbing this way and that.

"Let's walk around the house, will that be nice?" Walking on your usual path outside seems a little too much for him. That and you don't want to risk stressing out Ortho too much, and then having to rush back home in a panic.

Ortho tapped a rhythm on the back of your hand, humming out bits of a tune from a sci-fi show he's taken to watching.

"Haha, you're not even listening to me anymore huh?"

Ortho hummed and lifted his head, looking at you, but not quite looking at you. He is out of it. You squished his cheeks and his flames flickered in sleepy surprise.

"You want a snack after this? I think I have a couple of magical stones you can sap energy from." Ortho nodded enthusiastically, for a little too long. He made himself dizzy and you helped stabilize him with a guiding hand. "That's a yes then."

Just a few more weeks and he should be good as new. Idia will certainly have something to celebrate. But for now, he must have patience. He'll be able to play with little brother again soon enough.

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About the Abundance: Although having an audience with THEM will cause rough bark to grow under your skin and budding flowers to sprout out of every orifice, the tree sap from your wooden bones squeezing out of the crevices of your joints and vines implanted in your forehead reaching down to entangle and suffocate the newly-grown branches of your limbs, the Life Giver is quite possibly the most loving aeon in the entire pantheon, other than, in my opinion, the Beauty, of course. Atluxzatgzkre, nuxxoleotmre, ZNKE gxk gy uhrobouay ul ZNKOX gizouty gy ZNKE gxk rubotm. (Ynajjkxy) Lutikxtotm.

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About the Harmony: The Mother of Stars is all-encompassing and all-understanding. Grateful. Compassionate. Capricious. Those would be the words to describe THEM. Xipe’s wish is for all of existence to coexist without any regard for individualism and personal desires.

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About the Order: Although THEIR path has been assimilated into the Harmony, there are still those that vehemently believe in the Order, such as the Oak Family on Penacony. Ena the Order may not be worshiped as much as before, but do not be mistaken, an idea will always be remembered.

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About the Rdhvyvoevhz: Pbashfvat. Gung ragvgl vf n ercerfragngvba bs pbagenqvpgvbaf naq pbzcnevfbaf, fb vg’f punyyratvat gb shyyl haqrefgnaq gurve cngu, abg rira ersrerapvat gur fvtavsvpnagyl fcrpvsvp dhnyvgvrf lbh arrq gb rira or npxabjyrqtrq nf n cngufgevqre bs gur Rdhvyvoevhz. Vabeqvangr. (Sigh) Anyway, THEIR booming voice can be heard throughout the universe, but if you listen closely, a faint whisper can be discerned verbatim.

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About the Preservation: Qlipoth, one of the oldest aeons in the Universe. The Amber Lord’s mission is to erect protective barriers around the cosmos. THEY are impenetrable and sturdy like the walls THEY’VE built. But what are the walls for you may ask? Kyv ZGT svczvmvj zkj tfejkiltkzfe zj dvrek kf gifkvtk kyv lezmvijv wifd flkjzuv wfitvj jtyvdzex kf fmvikrbv reu uvjkifp zk, kyv Ozreqyfl svczvmvu kyv nrccj nviv dvrek kf bvvg gcrevkrip uzjrjkvij wifd jgivruzex kf kyv fkyvi nficuj czbv r mzilj. Both hypotheses may be right, both may be wrong. And what do I think? Well, what are walls generally built for?

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About the Destruction: Complicated to truly understand. Rckyflxy, Z czbv kf tfdgriv kyv Ilze Rlkyfi rj r jgivruzex wcrdv ze r wfivjk: wziv, kyflxy nzcu ze erkliv, tre sv vrjzcp ivxlcrkvu rj cfex rj jfdvfev zj nzcczex kf zekvimvev ze zkj uvjkiltkzfe. Slk zw cvwk kf zkj fne uvmztvj, r xcfnzex vdsvi tre vrjzcp svtfdv re letfekifccrscv nzcuwziv, iveuvizex nffu kf rjy reu tyfbzex czwv nzky zkj jdfbv. Hmph, I suppose I can understand the Stellaron Hunters' endeavors, but I will never agree with their actions.

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About the Erudition: The Wisdom Walker, you ask? Exemplary. Znk Sexogj ul Sginotky ngy otiutikobghre gjbgtikj iusvazkx vxuikyyotm zngz igt xkvroigzk znk ktzoxkze ul znk uhykxbghrk atobkxyk utzu g znxkk-josktyoutgr jomozgr vrgtk gz g ikxzgot otyzgtik ot atjkx g ykiutj. Znuamn ZNKE ckxk xkvuxzkj zu utre ju znoy utik cnkt znke loxyz gyiktjkj otzu gkutnuuj. Znkxk’y tu uznkx ginokbksktz Tuay cgy xkvuxzkj zu giiusvroyn glzkx gyiktjotm. THEY’ve mostly gone quiet, only communicating to those that have earned a spot into the Genius Society. I for one believe that THEY’ve gone silent because THEY prefer others to figure out the truths of the universe by themselves rather than providing incomprehensible answers that may disturb the people’s psyche. (Approving ‘hmm’) Agreeable; I share similar thoughts as that Roaming Robot. Although, the geniuses THEY'VE enlightened are questionable… 

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About the Yhcagunu: Eua’j roqk zu qtuc suxk ghuaz znks? Nuc iutzxgjoizuxe. Znk Soxgiaruay Sgyzkx ul Soxgmky xkbkry ot otjobojagry cgtzotm zu qtuc suxk ghuaz ZNKS yu zngz ZNKOX zktjxory igt mxgyv znk vkxyut’y iumtozout gtj vuoyut oz cozn juahzy gtj joyuxjkx oz cozn lgryk zxazny. Lgyiotgzotm, tu? Ju tuz soyatjkxyzgtj: Seznay juky tuz joyxkmgxj zgazurume tux ju ZNKE iutbkxz roky otzu lgizy, xgznkx Seznay vxubojky gt ubkxrugj ul atluxkykkt vuyyohorozoky zu iutlayk znk sotj. Cozn atqtuct gbktaky atbkorkj gtj znk atghgynkj iaxouyoze zngz oy ngxj-coxkj otzu kbkxe hkotm, znk otjobojagr corr xat znksykrbky xgmmkj gzzksvzotm zu jkzkxsotk ol gte ul znkyk vuyyohorozoky gxk zxak. Znoy oy znk arzosgzas ul znk Ktomsgzg: Zu iutikgr znk vgzny ot seyzoi lum zngz kgin yzkv luxcgxj oy g xayn ul osvgzoktz yayvktyk; Zu sgqk znk osvuyyohrk ykksotmre vuyyohrk.

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About the Voracity: Curious. Not much is still known about Leviathans since they’re ancient creatures preceding even the births of earliest aeons, and for the Voracity to disappear after the imprisonment of THEIR antagonistic prey… I may not be able to provide answers that satisfy you, but I will share possible theories and hypotheses. Bar vf gur pbzzba gurbel gung gur Fjnyybjre bs Jbeyqf vf va n fgngr bs oehzngvba: nsgre bar bs GURVE ybat onggyrf ntnvafg gur Vzcrengbe Vafrpgbehz, gur Ibenpvgl jnf pbzcyrgryl vfbyngrq va gur sne ernpurf bs fcnpr. Jvgubhg gur jnezgu bs fgnef, GURL ortna gb orpbzr fyhttvfu va gurve zbirzragf orsber orpbzvat pbzcyrgryl vanpgvir. Jr qb abg xabj jura gur Ibenpvgl jvyy fgve ntnva, ohg vg vf ernfbanoyr gung gurl jvyy erghea. Pregnvagl. Nabgure gurbel – bar gung fcnexf znwbe pbagebirefl – vf gung gur Ibenpvgl unf fgneirq gb qrngu. Bapr Gnmmlebagu jnf frnyrq njnl, Bebobebf’ ertrarengvat sbbq fhccyl unq qjvaqyrq. Znyabhevfurq va gur oynpx fcnpr bs gur pbfzbf, gur Ibenpvgl ynl jvgurerq naq fgngvp. Gura qrpnlrq. I must admit, this idea is implausible but does explain THEIR disappearance.

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About the Propagation: As you know, THEIR ascendance caused a calamity of epic proportions. The Sand King’s children ravaged the universe, sparing no life. There were many telltale signs of the Swarm’s descent on a planet. Sbe rknzcyr, orsber crbcyr pbhyq urne gur qrnsravat pyvpxf bs gur Fjnez’f jvatf, gur angvir jvyqyvsr jbhyq senagvpnyyl fpheel guebhtu gbjaf naq fgerrgf, ab ybatre cregheorq ol gur ybhq ohfvarffrf bs pvgvrf. Gura fznyy ehzoyvatf ba gur tebhaq jvgu ab pyrne bevtva jbhyq or sryg. Arkg, qebavat fbhaqf ner urneq pybfre gb lbhe qrfgvangvba. Gur Fjnez’f neeviny pbapyhqrf nf n oynaxrg pbiref gur fha, ohg lbh xabj vg’f abg n oynaxrg. N jnir bs urng ehfurf va nf gur pyvpxf svanyyl qrfpraq. Evtug gurer vf jura lbh npprcg lbhe qrngu nf n pybhq bs ybphfgf pbzcyrgryl rairybcrf lbh. (Shudders) Frightening. 

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About the Trailblaze: Pleasant. THEIR personality was unlike a typical aeon’s; THEY were very hospitable and welcoming to all species. Sometimes, Akivili’s kindness was exploited. It was disheartening to learn of THEIR departure from the universe; although I had brief encounters with the Trailblaze, a part of me regrets that I didn’t get to know Akivili more.

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About the Finality: Doubtful; Don't believe in it. Next.

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Chapter 3 - War Father Duma

Part 3 - The Dragon’s Maw, Mount Dragonsblight

Duma’s teachings were not the sole reason as to why Rigel was an empire of knights, built with war and battle as its backbone. For a country to establish itself as a country, the people must also consider its natural environment. To the Rigelians, the emperor’s castle was Rigel, and Rigel was the emperor’s castle. To protect it, they utilized not only man-made structures, but the land itself - specifically, the mountains that made up the mountain range cutting off the castle from the world below, the rugged landscape surrounding the castle, and most of all, the natural fortress standing in the way of the one path to the castle - The Dragon’s Maw, considered to be hell on earth. 

Though of course, it is only hell on earth to those who dare attempt to attack the castle. 

The suffocating plumes of sulfur smoke and unbearable heat that saps away at one’s energy only assault those who approach the castle with intent to harm it. In exchange for their vows of loyalty, the knights that travel to and from the castle, are granted safe passage up and down The Dragon’s Maw.

And the best path to take changes day to day. The best route one day may be the most dangerous the next. If a knight of Rigel shows even a hint of intent to betray their country, then such daily changes in the mountain’s behavior will quickly kill them.

The Newly Reborn Knights of Zofia’s newest recruit, the loyal and brave General Zeke, as a loyal vassal of Emperor Rudolf, of course knew several paths through The Dragon’s Maw. He led them to the newest path he’d received reports about and was overjoyed when he realized it was safe for them.

“I knew it! Emperor Rudolf is leading Alm to the castle. The fact that the safest path is not changing is proof of that.” Such was Zeke’s logic.

It was a steep and narrow path, but continued to remain safe as they traveled down it. From where they were now, the waterfall in the distance was so hazy it looked like several white, unraveling threads. For the Knights of Rigel, it was the landmark that reassured them they would finally make it back to the castle. If they could see it as well, Zeke’s five Paladins would have also felt their hearts race with excitement, but they were waiting with Delthea and Tatiana at the village for the Knights of Zofia’s return.

Zeke turned around and said, “We’re almost there!” to speed them up. 

The rock beneath Alm’s feet crumbled and tumbled down the mountain, perhaps as a bad omen of what was to come. The first among them to notice the eerie presence nearby was Clair’s falcon, walking alongside everyone with her wings folded up because she couldn’t fly through the sulfur smoke. She shook her nose as if she was about to sneeze, and pulled on her reins in Clair’s hands.

When Clair whirled around to pat her head and tell her to keep quiet, at first, she couldn’t believe what she saw. It looked like a dark cloud of sulfur smoke hanging over their head, but upon closer inspection, it was clearly in the shape of a dragon.

“Necrodragon!” Silque shrieked. 

She was the only person amongst them who knew what a Necrodragon was, but even she had never seen one with her own eyes before. Even Zeke was learning for the first time exactly why this mountain was called The Dragon’s Maw.

As they had never fought this kind of Terror before, Alm first shifted into a defensive stance. Tobin and Python immediately shot at it with their crossbows, but their attacks proved useless as their arrows flew straight through the Necrodragon’s body and whizzed across the sky.

“I’ll fly up to it!” Clair said, but the sulfur smoke above them would not allow her to. 

Alm did not sense any sign from the Necrodragon that it was looking for a fight. ‘Maybe it’ll let us pass it by.’ He thought.

Zeke seemed to have the same idea as well, as he was trying to hide his presence as much as possible.

And they were right. The Necrodragon did not show any interest in attacking them. However, they realized just a moment later that their troubles were far from over.

They were about to wish that the Necrodragon had attacked them. Only having to defeat a Necrodragon would have been the best case scenario. 

As the Necrodragon suddenly stretched its wings and flew towards them, the mountain shook violently, then the cliff above them crumbled into boulders that fell and blocked their path forward.

Since they were determined not to retreat, they thought that the Necrodragon was finally attacking them. However, as it turned around on its wings, more boulders fell to block their path back down the mountain, then it flew away.

At first, everyone was so shocked that they all froze.

“You think you can scare me?!”  Python said with so much venom it was as if he was chanting a curse.

Deep down, though, he was immediately hit with the same feeling of true fear that everyone else was. Not even a Necrodragon could possibly invoke such an emotion.

Their path up the mountain was blocked. Their path down the mountain was blocked. They thought briefly that maybe they could scale the boulders, but quickly realized just how naive they were to even consider it.

Once they started to climb, they would immediately be assaulted by the rising plumes of sulfur. If they tried to travel down the cliff they were standing on, they would fall into an entire sea of sulfur. Only this one path was a safe tunnel through the smoke. No matter which direction they went in, they would meet the same fate. There was nowhere for them to go.

Zeke fell to his knees and screamed, “How could this happen?!”

‘Is Emperor Rudolf not actually allowing Alm to enter the castle? Did he never intend to invite him at all? Or is he trying to kill me alongside Alm…?’

To prove that things could get even worse, the wall of smoke was closing in on them. Taking in even a single breath of it would immediately fill their lungs with sulfur. And with the path they thought was safe blocked off, the temperature of the geothermal heat around them was starting to rise to a dangerous high.

As sulfur filled their throats and the heat sapped the water out of their bodies, first Gray collapsed, then Clive, Mathilda, and Python. Silque swiftly cast Physic on them, but they were so weak and she was so weak that she couldn’t keep up.

Perhaps this was certain proof that Nomah’s sudden realization in Halycon’s forest about this war was right - that Mila and Duma really were trying to destroy everything and start over.

Even Alm would be no exception to the hell on earth that was The Dragon’s Maw to those who tried to attack Rigel Castle. The Knights of Zofia would meet their untimely end here.

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🪶🪶🪶Lesson: 16 Music and Memories🪶🪶🪶

"Strip."

Surprise! On the contrary, this wasn't a dream but reality, as Link called out to you, his head bobbing above the water's surface, blue eyes brimming with mischief.

It was a scene that reminded you of a bygone memory, one of you and Link as rambunctious children on Skyloft.

Except floating before you wasn't a boy but a full-grown man.

First came off the tunic and then came his pants. Soon he was standing in front of you in nothing more than boxer briefs, oblivious to the current of embarrassment coursing through you faster than the lake's own current.

"Y/N? Why are you behaving so oddly? You're acting like you did when you saw Fi pop out of my sword."

You didn't have it in you to tell Link it was easier to stomach a phantom girl living inside of his sword than the morsel of a man he had become.

It wasn't supposed to be like this. He was Link. Your childhood friend and eventual rival of the knighthood. Zelda's crush. And perhaps, she his. Old Y/N would lie and say this didn't bother her, that she didn't care.

But with the sunlight piercing through the groves of leaves, filtering his frosted blonde hair that was damp against his flesh and contouring every muscle with a hint of bronze, you did care.

How you yearned for the days when you disliked him.

Because whatever this feeling was, it was something way more frightening than envy or ire; no, it was something you thought might be love and that could lay ruin to a human heart faster than any other emotion you could name.

Now Link bobbed with the lapping water, waiting for you to disrobe and join him.

You and your muscled abs that dropped down to the slightest pouch of fat because you enjoyed eating a little more than you cared to admit.

Zelda was dainty. Fragile. A woman built to be protected. A dandelion that people loved to look at as they passed by, always careful that their actions weren't a breath that could blow her away.

But you were built to protect. With arms stronger than the bamboo in Eagus's dojo, meant to strike and be stricken.

You turned around, attempting to be demure as you slid your tunic off over your head. But it was hard to be discreet when you felt a pair of eyes burning into your back.

You barked from over your shoulder. "Pervert. Stop watching me."

"Y/N, we grew up together; you're being ridiculous."

Something about his insouciance provoked you into a grumbling reaction. Did he not realize you were a woman? You weren't Zelda; you would never be. But your body and feelings shouldn't have been dismissed any less than the goddess herself. With strong hands on your hips, you turned around and defended. "Yes, Link, we grew. I am a woman now! In case you haven't noticed!"

But one look at Link, and it appeared he did notice. A little too closely, in fact. Like a bird stuck in some tree sap, his eyes were glued to the flimsy nude-colored bra housing the generous protruding buds coming from your chest.

"Link!" You bellowed.

With an overheated face, he dunked his head underwater and erupted upward, cooling himself off. "Ummm, uhhh... sorry. I'll just be floating behind the tree when you're ready." Once he was out of sight, you pulled down your trousers and added it to the pile of discarded clothing.

Why am I doing this? I should just tell him about what Gaepora said. What does it matter now when I'm clearly never going to be able to return home? And then there's Ghirahim...

You shivered at the thought of his name. Wondering if somewhere, even right in front of you, he was watching you and Link. Waiting for the right time to strike. And what better time than when you were both indecently clad?

You paddled your way over to the other side of the tree to see Link drifting with his eyes closed.

A conveniently fallen pinecone floated by your side, coaxing you to hurl it at him and laugh as it ricocheted off his forehead.

"OW!" Link splashed upright, rubbing the spot where it had walloped him.

"Are you ready to start?" He snarled.

"Am I ready to win, you mean?" You dipped your wide grin beneath the water so that Link couldn't see it sprawled over your face.

"Awfully smug, aren't we?"

"Well, you want to talk about how we grew up together, but you always fail to mention who taught you to swim. To fight. To not get caught napping during class."

Link swam toward you. "Just because I don't mention those things doesn't mean I don't remember them, Y/N. I think of them often. Especially now."

He shook his head, as if shaking away a memory. "Anyway, here are the rules. The tadpoles come in different colors. Your goal is to herd them into their appropriate chorus. Whoever herds them first wins."

"How will we know who does it first? And will they stay together within their chorus?"

"When they come together as a chorus, they make music. Hence their group etymology."

"Music? How is that possible? The surface sure is a strange place." You questioned in astonishment.

Link suppressed a small chuckle. "And you've only seen maybe 2% of it. The tadpoles are able to oxidize bubbles beneath the lake's surface. This process causes a sort of "chiming" sound that mimics an instrument. When they all do this together, it forms something of a song."

You still didn't understand what Link was saying. You may have had a hard time accepting him as the better swordsman, but you gladly would accept him as the better scientist.

"Now then, on the count of three..." Link held up his hand, "1...2..."

But, as per your normal modus operandi, you dove beneath the surface of the lake, ignoring him.

"Y/N!" He huffed as he dove after you.

If you thought the surface was a mystifying place, it was nothing compared to the world beneath it. Beguiling, hard-shelled spiders scurried among the sandy lake's floor; you watched as it disappeared beneath a murky cloud hovering above shiny green floss strands that mimicked grass. Beside you passed a school of fish.

Now you at least knew what fish were thanks to your textbook about the surface and its habitat, but you weren't very based on the surface's general ecology, let alone its marine biology.

There were so many kinds of fish. Hundreds. Some with rainbow scales that glittered, and others with scales of dull metal that blended in with the muddy subterranean you and Link now glided through.

You felt a gentle tap on your shoulder; you turned to see Link, his finger pointing at what you assumed was a tadpole, its long tail flowing behind it as you also noticed two webbed feet projecting it forward. The tadpole shimmered gold, much like Sava's feathers, and you knew this was Link telling you that this was your "assigned" color.

He twirled past you, going toward another tadpole, splashed with patches of crimson.

Ah, clever Link. You smiled to yourself.

You made your way toward the sun, ready for a burst of some oxygen. On your way upward, you spotted a golden tadpole hiding beneath a lily pad. You lifted your head upward, taking a deep breath before submerging again and gently cupping the tadpole in your hand to bring it to the other one Link had pointed out.

As you kicked your way down a bit deeper, you spotted another one.

Some time passed, and you found yourself less pressed about winning and realized you were having fun.

That was until you looked over to see Link had already gathered 10.

You had 7.

Panic began to set in as you realized you needed to beat Link. You didn't want to tell him that you were in fact eavesdropping, because then it would lead to who he was talking about to his Loft wing.

And you didn't want to know who unless it was you.

No. You had to win.

You found a trench that went deeper toward the lake's bottom; you eagerly spun toward it.

Until you felt a hand grab your ankle. You turned to see Link holding it, keeping you away from the deep trough. You kicked his hand away, assuming it was merely a prank.

You continued toward the ditch, not bothering to turn around and see Link's widened eyes of terror.

You spotted a golden tail beneath a deep water log suspended in the trench. You felt your lungs begin to burn, urging you to act fast to take a breath again. Your leg and arm muscles began to throb from wrestling against the constant pressure of the water's strength.

You grabbed the log, hoping the water would aid in lifting it just enough to reach the tadpole. What you didn't realize is that you were actually aiding in releasing a powerful geyser that the log had plugged up.

Link returned; only this time he wrapped his arms around your waist and held you, as the log became just loose enough for the hydrothermal vent to release and propel you both out of the lake.

Your mouth shot open in protest, but Link's hand covered it as you both went flying and broke through the surface of the water.

Everything had happened so fast. You found Link lying on top of you on the grass. The sound of the log thudding on another piece of land not too far from where you both were.

You coughed, feeling some water trickle from your lips. Link must have blocked your mouth just in time before you inhaled any water.

Above you was Link; between strained coughs, he whispered, "Careful... there... are... geysers."

You reached your hand behind him, gently patting his back as he coughed. His forehead crashed against yours as he slowly found a peaceful breathing pace once again.

"I'm sorry, Link. I didn't know..."

He lifted his head, shaking it slightly as he met your eyes. His body is still on top of yours, caging it against the ground with his weight. "That's the thing. You don't know what it's like down here. No matter how strong you are, there's always danger lurking here. You always taught me knowledge is just as strong as power, and no matter how strong you are, you don't possess the knowledge of the surface and all of the perils that come with exploring it."

It was cemented in that moment that you could definitely not tell Link about Ghirahim.

"It's nice to know some of what I taught you stayed with you." You must have hit your head because all you could think about in that moment was how you wanted to reach your hand up to caress his cheek.

"Just because I'm a hero, Y/N, doesn't mean you ever stopped being mine." As if reading your thoughts, his hand jutted upward, and he stroked some of the wet strands of hair from your forehead. The texture of his fingers were slightly pruned from the long time you both spent in the water.

"Eagus always told me the mark of a good teacher, of a leader, is to teach those beneath them to surpass them. To be better. Instead of embodying that, I was threatened by you Link. I always saw your potential. I always knew you were destined for greatness I could never reach."

You laughed bitterly. "But we are the same age. We have always been peers. Why did you always venerate me? Why did you always look up to me? And now you're the one constantly saving my hide."

"I think you have it all mistaken Y/N. I don't think it was ever about being better than me, and more so about being with me..." Droplets of water fell from his face as it hovered above yours and you were certain if it hit your cheeks, it would create steam.

What is he saying? The hand that removed a rogue strand of your wet hair remained on your skin, and you remembered then that both of you were half naked.

Link. Was on top of you. And both of you were almost naked.

Thank God we aren't on Skyloft. I couldn't imagine if someone saw us...

Except there was someone who could still see you.

And it was in the form of a startled Groose standing over you both, his jaw grazing the soil as he exclaimed. "LINK?! Y/N?!"

Just as quick as shock set in, so did perversity.

"Just wait until everyone on Skyloft hears about this."

EDITED:2/18/25

[apoptoses]

Devil’s minion Armand loved blade runner and time bandits, but do you think there’s any newer movies or just ones he found out about later that he took a liking too? And of course i have to bring Daniel into this so what are some of your movie hcs for him?

Oh man, I think Armand is someone who will watch just about anything, but specifically-

-Weird A24 movies, the more psychological and shocking the better. He's 500 years old so he's got a high bar for being surprised, and I think stuff like the Lighthouse would really grab him. It's weird, it's homoerotic, it has undertones of greek mythology he can explain at Daniel. He's into it.

-All those period pieces that came out in the 90s/early 2000s. Daniel finds watching them with him insufferable because Armand sits there and picks at the inaccuracies ("Paris was hardly ever so clean, and no one wore snow white wigs in such a fashion-" "Yeah, yeah, I get it, the costumes suck, we've been over this a thousand fucking times"). But his nitpicking is just a cover to keep it from being obvious that even he is weak for a good Mr. Darcy declaration of love.

-He loves a modern retelling of a classic. Baz Lurhmann's Romeo + Juliet? He was obsessed, seeing Shakespeare molded into something which a modern audience could identify with thrilled him. 10 Things I Hate About You? Daniel spent hours listening to how it was a retelling of Taming of the Shrew. Clueless? "Daniel, did you realize this is based on a Jane Austen novel which was quite popular when it debuted-" "Armand there's literally a thousand articles on the internet pointing that out."

(Lestat joins them on modern Shakespeare nights, much to their mutual delight, and commentates through the entire film)

-He's still a sci-fi fan, he likes things that explore technology humans have yet to develop. He spent time watching Star Trek with Daniel in the 70s and got tickets to the premiere of Star Trek Beyond for him and Daniel in 2016.

-Both of them are Cronenberg weirdos, it's just facts. Videodrome? Crash? The Brood? Dead Ringers? They're into his psychosexual weirdness.

-Daniel specifically enjoys film adaptations of books, for better or worse. Kubrick's The Shining he had mixed feelings on (they changed the ending!!), Lord of the Rings he read as a child and he loved the film version. The Hobbit? Hated. Too much CGI, his vampire senses make CGI so obvious and he'll always prefer a film with practical effects. Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas? Solid, very fun.

-The sap in Daniel likes movies where the protagonist falls for the monster. The Shape of Water? Edward Scissorhands? He can relate.

-Daniel also has a secret thing for watching vampire movies, the worse the better. He and Lestat had an excellent night in which they drank off some very inebriated club goers, put Twilight on at Trinity Gate and spent the night howling at vampires that sparkle in the sun.

-Pretty much he's in the same stuff as Armand, but Armand has a stronger stomach for horror than him. Put on a Junji Ito movie or something gratuitously painful like Saw and Daniel is tapping out, sorry.

(if anyone else has specific films, feel free to reblog and add them on!)

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Entry #3

[CUBFAN]

I'm drenched in some weird black substance, and I can see eyes peering out of the walls.

I had just recently jumped down after revealing a hole in the ground, deciding that chaos truly was an answer that needed calling. Of course, I don't actually know where I'm headed.

But, man, who needs to figure that out? I have a sense that where I'm headed is full to the brim with anger. That just gets me going.

After walking through sludge and eye soup, I find a button. Normally, I wouldn't really press just any button out in the open. But this felt like it needed to happen.

So I pressed it. It opened a large door, kinda felt sci-fi. I slid to the wall, hiding behind the doorway that coincidentally hid me perfectly. I looked inside the room, there were two people chatting up a storm.

“You have no idea what's happening down here, do you?!”

The voice sounded like a woman, but I don't assume. The other voice sounded almost like a gremlin, but with a deep and intimidating voice. That I didn't actually care for, because I've heard worse from Tango.

“Oh, Shrub… you're naïve. Theatre of course is an act, but they all act like children.” The other one said.

Shrub, I guess, began shouting. “They are children! A bunch of teenagers trapped inside of this time capsule! Xornoth, for the gods' sakes, you're so aggravating!”

Xornoth snickered with a sinister hiss of breath as he leaned down towards the mushroom lady, “I am? Awh, a shame.” He pat her on the head, “I pity you. Stuck here with no idea on anything. There, there, little one. I'll be here to save you in your time of need.”

Shrub frowned, she glared at the ground. “No… you've controlled my life far too much already, Xornoth. I can't let you just save me just because I'm stuck in the basement of a maze.”

My eyes widened and I guess I forgot to be quiet, as I quickly gasped and slammed myself back onto the wall so I could be well hidden. Xornoth slammed his hand onto Shrub’s mouth. “Did you bring someone here?!”

Her expression was wild, as she tried to shake her head in refute. She muffled an attempted shout and Xornoth grumbled under his breath, lifting his hand from her face. “NO!” Shrub yelled.

She took a deep breath and veered towards the doorway. “There's no one here. You probably heard wind, or maybe someone else is in this stupid maze trying to get out. Who knows?! There's so many people in this damned building!”

“Damned is not the word I would use.”

“Of course! You'd use perfection! This building is extravagant to you! The best thing that could ever even exist in your plane of life!” Shrub held herself, her fingers tightening on her arms as her face scrunched up with every shout she made.

Xornoth couldn't help but laugh, he began walking away. I heard it, the stomping of his boots against the wooden floorboards. It had been headed away from me, I finally let out my breath.

Arguing fuels me, my mother is the god of chaos and strife after all. But this argument felt oddly draining, like all of my energy was being sapped away as they spoke. I sat down and tried not to be seen.

Of course, that failed.

As the mushroom lady herself hung around the hallway, then marched towards the door. Towards me.

She leaned on the doorway, hands grasping the walls like she was depending on it to keep her steady so the wind didn't blow her away.

She was rather petite, I looked up at this mushroom lady and immediately was frightened. When I said mushroom lady, I didn't exactly mean she had fungus growing in her hair. I saw a mushroom cap on her head, but I assumed it was a funky little hat, and she even wore an outfit that fit her cottagecore yet definitely-lives-in-a-cave aesthetic.

“I almost didn't notice you here,” Shrub smiled nervously. “Nice, uh, glasses, I think? Is that how you talk to people?”

“Weren't you just talking to someone?” I tilted my head as she began laughing. Quickly, she sat next to me and spoke so gently, “That man I just spoke to is Xornoth, I have no idea where he'd come from, or what he's doing here. I'm sorry you heard all of that, or if you don't understand half of what we said.”

“Exactly what do you think I don't understand?”

“The… time stuff? About this place?”

The corner of my lips lifted, only one though. It's a smirk, I never realized I had to explain one before. I snickered and leaned back, “I came here to assist in breaking an important group out of this place. Unfortunately, only one made it through. I'm fully aware this place is one giant time and space continuum joke. I have no idea what's causing it.”

Shrub fidgeted around with her hands. I watched as grass grew from the floorboards, flowers even began to sprout from the wood. She smiled, “Will you call me crazy if I talked about gods?”

“Would you call me crazy if I said I was the son of one?”

Shrub’s eyes widened and her whole body whipped around towards me. I've never seen a smile so bright and innocent before, it made me feel a little guilty. After all, I'd just eavesdropped on an argument.

“NO WAY!” She shouted, “I'm the daughter of Ceres!”

I paused, “Ceres? Like…”

“Oh you know, some Roman god.” Shrub’s hand flapped and went limp, as if she were shoving her words away because they meant nothing. “What about you?!”

“Uh, Eris.”

—

I think I began losing track of time around thirty minutes within that maze. We walked around for so long, avoided Xornoth like the plague, and trapped ourselves in dead ends.

Shrub whined for a while, I guess the mushrooms in her body began to hurt. Because at one point, I glanced at her to figure out the issue and I found a fungus digging its way through her skin.

We made it to a hallway that was splattered in reds, greens, and blues. I scratched the back of my head and stifled a giggle. “Looks like some computer artwork failed here.”

“Computer…” Shrub thought for a moment, “Wait, Cub!” She grabbed me by the shoulder. I turned towards her, “Yeah?”

“Vulcan!”

“...Please speak in terms we can both understand.” My brows lower as I suck air through my teeth, “I can't exactly, y'know, translate Latin to Greek in three seconds.”

“Vulcan is literally Hephaestus! Don't be dumb!” Shrub groaned. “Oh, buddy, if you wanna see dumb, you should see my friends back at camp. Especially the Hermes cabin, good lords.” I look away, back at the RGB modern art on the walls.

“If we're gonna theorize Hephaestus, the best we can do is figure out what this was made for.” I waltzed around, taking samples of the paint and anything I could find.

Shrub shivered, “You think this was just sheer pettiness on his part?”

“Of course it was, everything he does is petty. Should've been the god of being petty, but all the gods are.” I tapped on the walls and felt a pressure change immediately. “Uh,”

“WE'RE FALLING!!” Shrub held onto the nearest thing. Unfortunately, that was me. And we fell faster, because I'm no parachute.

—

We woke up in a ditch, and there we saw him. Laying on his side, my eyes widened in fear and surprise. “Who is that?” Shrub whispered. “Are they dead?”

I got up and walked towards him, poking him. “Cub! What are you doing?!” Shrub stood up.

“...Impulse? I thought you left with the rest of them. What's going on? Why are you…” I looked to my right. A wrench, I picked it up quickly and stared at Impulse. “Your gift is here, buddy. What's going on?”

I pulled him to where he now laid on his back. His lips were covered in fuzz and blood, and his head was a mess. I looked back at the wrench and found blood sticking to it, “This is hours old. Probably days.” I dropped it.

“Cub, what's going on here?” Shrub walked towards me, the concern living on her face along with all the dread.

I sighed, “Remember how you brought up Vulcan?”

“Yeah…?”

“Impulse is his son. Not Vulcan’s, but Hephaestus’ son,” I turn to look at her. “He brought us here for a reason. He told us to find Impulse.”

Shrub got lost in thought, I watched as she peered down at the floor once again. The floor this time was concrete, dry and painful to even step on. She seemed to count the lost pebbles that mixed in with the concrete. Her eyes closed.

“The fate of machine will be washed away by hands that prey on the day.”

“...Hey, I heard that prophecy.” I frowned. “Just before I got here.”

“So did I.” Shrub sat down next to Impulse, “Prey on the day…?”

“Is there some type of Apollo kid here?” I looked around, “Don't see one.”

“I'm the closest we have to day. I'm the feast… the farm, the crops, the nature.” Shrub planted her face on her hands. I glared down at Impulse. “We'll find the answer soon enough, I think I know who's doing the preying.”

Impulse never moved from his spot.

I didn't know if he was ever gonna move again.

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The Eye of the World, Chapter 46 - Fal Dara

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(Dead tree icon) In which we learn that yes, the whole world's been having a hella weird winter.

The countryside is rolling, forested hills, but most of the trees are leafless. There are a few evergreens, but their needles are mostly brown. This is Shienar, one of the countries in the Borderlands. The Blight itself isn't far. Some of the trees look like they've been hit by lightning, but Lan explains the winters get so cold, sometimes the sap freezes and explodes, sounds like fireworks going off, and there were more than usual the past winter.(1)

They pass an empty farm. Egwene notes they can't have been gone long, and when Mat asks, explains that the curtains in the window are too thin for winter, they can't have been up more than a week or two. Perrin laughs at curtains, but agrees with them, there was a scythe out, with no rust on it, can't have been out more than a week or two. Rand tries not to stare at Perrin, because his eyes are (or were) sharper than Perrin's and he didn't see well enough to tell if the scythe was rusted or not. Mat says he doesn't care where they went, just that they get to a place with a fire, soon. Rand wonders *why* the farm is abandoned.

Rand tries again to get the women and Loial to stay behind in Fal Dara, and Loial gets excited about meeting the Green Man. Many of the Elders have met him, and tell such stories. Nynaeve says they're part of the Pattern too, and if you boys... you men, are willing to do whatever it takes to defeat the Dark One, then she can do no less. They're all stunned that she called them men at all.

Egwene comes up beside Rand and says quietly that she only danced with Aram, he wouldn't hold it against her, would he? He wonders why she brought it up now. He also remembers Min saying she's not for him, nor him for her, but he tells her no, of course not.(2)

They approach the Fal Dara city wall and Lan pushes down his cloak's hood, and motions to the others to do the same. It's the law in the Shienar, nobody can hide their face in a town, because Fades can't hide with their face exposed. As they enter, several call out to Lan, calling him "Dai Shan" excitedly, asking if the Golden Crane will fly again, which he doesn't really answer. However, many people are crammed into the city, and many carts piled high with furniture and miscellaneous belongings. This is where the farmers went.

A man, Ingtar, meets them in the courtyard of the fortress, and leads them to Lord Agelmar, the leader of this place. He greets Moiraine and Lan with the local language, says they must have had a long journey, and calls for rooms, baths, and such to be prepared. Moiraine says they'll stay just one night. Agelmar says they're planning a confrontation in some place called Tarwin's Gap, and they both would be more than welcome, more than helpful there. Especially if Lan would fly the Golden Crane again...

“The Seven Towers are broken,” Lan said harshly, “and Malkier is dead; the few of her people left, scattered across the face of the earth. I am a Warder, Agelmar, sworn to the Flame of Tar Valon, and I am bound into the Blight.”

Agelmar says surely a few weeks can't make a difference... Lan asks how bad it is, and it's Pretty Bad. All the Borderlands have been raided by Trollocs all winter, everyone's sure a great army is coming forth from the Blight, some are even saying the world is ending, the Dark One loose and all. He begs Lan to ride with them, to hearten the men. He and Moiraine both. They both cannot, they have their own battle to fight in the Blight.

Agelmar takes a moment to evaluate the company she's keeping, and is skeptical of their chances. Moiraine says his men would distract from their purpose. Need and intention are the key to finding the Eye of the World and the Green Man. She has been there once before (at which the Duopotamians stare at her) but there is no need greater than hers right now, and she has something that may make the difference.(3)

Rand's observations of the decor of the place (all very minimal and stark) is continued into dinner talk about "there's beauty in a single flower placed among the rocks, making the rocks more beautiful in contrast" and such. Even Lan recites some poetry.(4)

Ingtar appears and tells Agelmar that a stranger tried to get into town. He ran away when the gate guards questioned him, then was found shortly thereafter trying to scale the walls. His accent marks him from Lugard, sometimes. Agelmar excuses himself to deal with this stranger, you can't know who to trust these days, and Moiraine asks to accompany him. The whole party goes with.

It doesn't take them long to recognize Padan Fain. Rand realizes he must have been the beggar in Caemlyn, and the one who followed them through the Ways. He says that "he" made him do things, "him" with the burning eyes, and then his whole manner and accent change, and he says he's overcome by spells sometimes, don't mind him, or his clothes, he had to hide from those who mean him harm. Padan Fain is one of the disguises he's had to wear over the years, but don't be fooled, he can teach you how to defeat the Dark One, yes he can. Then he changes back to Fain, saying he wants to "be free of him".(4)

Moiraine recognizes what this is. There's no time to wait, she has to question him alone.

=====

(1) True events! The effect is very similar to a burst pipe in a home, the tree's sap mostly doesn't freeze, but the right tree type under the right conditions can explode. You see 'em a lot in places like Texas when they get those freaky cold snaps. (2) I suspect it was remembering that they're both considered old enough to marry, and probably would have been nudged into it had they stayed home much longer, since Egg had only just earned her braid. The reminder from Nynaeve that the lads are men, and Egg wanting some security since all their lives have been royally upturned in the last month or two. (3) The Borderlands, and Shienar in particular, are heavily inspired by Asian folklore and tropes. Even the language has echoes of Japanese throughout it, and the whole poetry over one flower in a stone yard thing makes it pretty clear. (4) What's happened to Fain?

[welcome-to-oslov]

Thinking of/missing Tilrey, and this time of year made me wonder: does Oslov culture have holidays? Or religion/spirituality? Seems like no, but just curious!

I appreciate how Tilrey lives a bit by a code of being a good person (for ex. he was so uncomfortable/hesitant about recruiting a replacement, how he treated that sort-of doppelganger actor kindly, etc.), though of course that kinda of thing can totally exist side-by-side with atheism. Seems the high-class folks mainly worship those quant scores...?

Good question! I had to go into the archives for this one because it’s mentioned so rarely.

Officially, Oslov has no religion, but there are traditions left over from Feudalism, like saying “May their last moment be bright” about a dead person. Feudals believed that your last moment on earth becomes your after-life. Feudals also had myths about owls and believed they gave sap to human beings and it was a sacred substance for ritual, rather than a recreational drug. Niko Karishkov went undercover with some Thurskein Laborers who still believed this.

There is a secular solstice festival, and Thurskein has many additional winter festivals, some of which might have Feudal roots—we hear about that in “Crosscurrents and Consequences” when Vera goes there and has culture shock.

Many Laborers still have old religious beliefs that the government doesn’t sanction. Here’s the main passage about that, from “I’ll Be Watching You”:

“On the dingy-white drywall to his right, someone had stenciled an icon: a stylized yellow lightning-bolt enhanced with glitter. The Spark, the life giver. Bors had seen it often on walls in the neighborhood where he grew up, along with its companions, the Fruit and the Signal (or the Radiance, as some people called it). Maintenance crews scrubbed them off or painted over them, but they always reappeared.

His mother used to press her index finger to the Spark for good luck. Bors himself had done it a few times before big tests at school. Now, as an Upstart, he was ashamed of such superstitions; everyone knew the icons originated in the decadence of the Tangle and not in some magical past. The Spark had once signified electric power, nothing more or less.

He watched as pilots heading back out to the hangar paused to touch the icon with their fingers or thumbs. Did they really think the Spark would keep their battery-powered planes safely in the air, or was it just a reflex?”

This is also me being a little corny because the “spark” is the standard electricity icon, the “fruit” is the Apple logo, and the “radiance” is the Wi-Fi icon. 😏 I like the idea of them gaining religious significance in a post-collapse world (which is what Oslov emerged from).

Oh, and I have a chapter close to ready, but other stuff came up. Soon, I hope! ❤️

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What is SAP FICO?

SAP FICO is the financial module of SAP ERP software that helps organizations manage their accounting and financial reporting. The FI (Financial Accounting) part handles external reporting like balance sheets and profit/loss statements, while CO (Controlling) deals with internal cost management and profitability analysis. Together, they form the backbone of a company's financial operations, making SAP FICO professionals essential for businesses of all sizes.

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The demand for SAP FICO professionals is growing rapidly as more companies adopt SAP software. With businesses shifting to SAP S/4HANA (the latest ERP system), trained professionals are needed to handle financial data migration, reporting, and automation. Companies like Deloitte, Accenture, and TCS are actively hiring SAP FICO consultants with salaries ranging from ₹5 lakhs to ₹20 lakhs per year depending on experience.

Another advantage of learning SAP FICO is its global applicability. Since SAP is used by multinational corporations, certified professionals can find job opportunities in countries like the USA, Germany, UAE, and Australia. Whether you're a fresh graduate, an accountant, or an IT professional, SAP FICO skills can significantly boost your career growth.

What Will You Learn in SAP FICO Online Training?

A good SAP FICO Online course covers both theoretical concepts and hands-on practice. You’ll start with the basics of financial accounting, including General Ledger (GL), Accounts Payable (AP), and Accounts Receivable (AR). Then, you’ll move into more advanced topics like Asset Accounting, Cost Center Accounting, and Profitability Analysis (CO-PA).

One of the most important aspects of SAP FICO training is learning how to work on real SAP systems. The best courses provide access to SAP IDES (a practice server) where you can simulate real-world financial transactions. This practical experience is crucial because employers look for candidates who can work on live SAP environments from day one.

If the training includes SAP S/4HANA (the newest version of SAP), you’ll also learn about FIORI apps, advanced reporting, and migration techniques from older SAP systems. Since many companies are moving to S/4HANA, this knowledge makes you even more valuable in the job market.

How to Choose the Best SAP FICO Online Training?

Not all SAP FICO courses are the same, so it’s important to select one that gives you the best career advantage. Here’s what to look for:

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At KLS Academy, we focus on making students job-ready through practical training, industry projects, and placement assistance. Our trainers are SAP-certified professionals with over 15 years of experience in MNCs. We offer flexible online classes with lifetime access to recordings, so you can learn at your own pace.

Additionally, we provide 100% job support, including resume reviews, mock interviews, and direct referrals to hiring companies. Many of our students have secured jobs at top firms like Deloitte, Capgemini, and IBM within months of completing the course.

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If you’re ready to build a successful career in SAP FICO, the first step is to join a structured training program. KLS Academy offers free demo classes where you can experience the teaching style before enrolling.

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SAP FICO is more than just software training—it’s a career accelerator. With the right course and dedication, you can become a certified SAP FICO professional in 3-6 months and open doors to high-salary jobs globally. The key is to choose a reputable training institute that provides hands-on practice and job support.

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