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rowdyluv · 9 months ago

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Believe in Me — jh86

summary: in which the summer following Jack’s rookie year is coming to an end. Not only did his rookie year come with being shafted by the league as the biggest bust, but he managed to get painted as the biggest (and newest) playboy of the league. His personal management team, the team’s management, and PR step in to clear this all up, but it takes work from Jack.

warnings/points of importance: use of y/n, fem!reader x jack, use of nicknames for female character and for Jack, fake dating trope, oblivious pining trope(?), childhood friends, minor usage of foul language, creation of side original characters for plot, time jumps, memories inserted - tumblr’s intention and italics used to notate, inner thoughts marked with ‘..’ and italicized if they occur

word count: 4.32

notes: any names used for original characters that relate to someone’s name or closely relate to a person’s name is purely by happenstance. The names were rolled by random from a generator where I inserted random first and last names.

Y/n sat cross-legged on the worn wooden planks of the back porch swing, her eyes following the lazy dance of the sunset as it descended behind the distant tree line. Her childhood home had changed so little over the years, the same comforting embrace of familiarity wrapped around her like a warm blanket on a chilly evening. The porch swing squeaked in a soothing rhythm as both her and Jack slowly swung, a nostalgic tune that had serenaded countless summer nights spent sharing secrets and laughter with Jack. The only other kid who had been in her grade when she moved in, well really one of the only other neighborhood children. The other two children in the neighborhood were his brothers. All three of which had become as much a part of her life as the very foundation of the house she grew up in.

She had spent all day out with his family by the pool, her mother insisted he come to their house for dinner though. Nothing to offer course for their life, well a year ago it wouldn’t have been.

"Do you want to talk about your new headline?" Y/n tried to hold back the hint of amusement in her tone but failed miserably. Jack's rookie season had just come to an end before the beginning of summer. In just a few months he had gone from the talk of the league as the number one draft pick to talk of the league as a "bust."

He was nothing close to a bust. It was just how the year fell.

Jack leaned back in the swing, the sun's final strokes of light for the day painting his cheekbones. He sighed; a heavy exhale filled with the weight of the rumors that had been following him like a dark shadow. "It's just how it's going to be now. You know how it is with the media. They're desperate to find a new angle to keep me going." There were a few moments of silence shared between them before he found the words to continue. "First, it's all about my game, how I'm not scoring enough or I'm not this hotshot star that every analyst built me up to be. Season ends and it's about my supposed love life." His voice was a mix of annoyance and defeat. He was used to being the center of attention, truthfully he strived to be in the center of attention. He just wasn't used to it always being negative attention.

"To be it all, I have this video chat meeting with public relations, franchise management, and my management team about some idea they have come up with to help bring attention away from everything." Jack groaned. "We have three days left of the summer before we drive back to Jersey, I don't want to spend one of them in meetings."

Y/n nodded sympathetically, placing a comforting hand on his forearm and leaning herself over on him. "It's okay, bubs. Maybe it's nothing too serious." But she could tell from the furrow in his brow, the way his jaw clenched and the tension in his voice that he was already aware of what they had come up with. Or at least he had an idea. She didn't dare pry, they may be best friends, but Jack was clearly not ready to share his thoughts. "And... If it is serious I will be in Jersey this season to help you through it."

Jack gave her a grateful smile before standing up from the porch swing, stretching his arms out wide. "Yeah, you're right. I shouldn't worry about it tonight." He leaned down and kissed her on the forehead, a gesture that was as commonplace as breathing between the two of them. "Thanks for the pep talk, toots." He said, using the childhood nickname that never failed to make her smile despite the circumstances. "I should head back down the street to my parent's place. It's getting late."

As he turned to leave, the rising moon cast a cool glow over the yard, highlighting the tall blades of grass that danced with the intermittent breeze. Y/n watched him go, her mind racing with the implications of what might happen at that during his meeting tomorrow. Would they really suggest something so ridiculous? And if they did, how would Jack handle it?

Jack's footsteps grew fainter until they were swallowed by the night. The house, once alive with the echoes of their laughter, now felt eerily quiet. Y/n remained seated out on the swing, her thoughts spiraling into a whirlwind of doubt and concern. She knew Jack was strong, capable of taking on any challenge thrown his way, but the thought of him being manipulated into some scheme to save the face of the Devils franchise made her sick. Then she thought, what if they didn't call a meeting to manipulate him into anything? What if it's simply to offer suggestions on what he can do differently going forward?

Y/n eventually shut that portion of her brain off and headed inside herself. A long hot shower and her bed was calling her name.

The next day Jack sat in his father's home office, the room smelling faintly of cologne and leather, waiting for the others to join the video call. The space was a testament to his father's success, filled with trophies and framed newspaper articles from his own days as a star player and coach. It was both inspiring and daunting, a constant reminder of the legacy he and his brothers were trying to live up to. The computer screen flickered to life, displaying a Zoom call with a row of faces, some familiar, some not. His management team, PR reps, and a couple of team officials stared back at him, all expectant and poised.

Jack leaned back in the chair, his casual attire feeling woefully inadequate among the suits and professional backgrounds of his callers. He had taken his mother's advice and dressed comfortably, but now he wished he had at least put on a button-up shirt. He glanced down at his New Jersey Devils t-shirt, the logo stretched slightly across his chest. It was a fan favorite, one that had been thrown at him in excitement by a young fan at a game. It felt like a piece of armor, a symbol of his pride and commitment to the team, but today it just made him feel like he was the kid, and he was playing dress-up in his dad's old gear.

The meeting began with a round of forced smiles and awkward greetings. The tension was palpable, thick enough to cut with a knife. Y/n's words from the night before echoed in his mind, a comforting whisper amidst the storm of uncertainty. He took a deep breath, bracing himself for whoever their absurd suggestion be his girlfriend when they had conjured up the fake relationship idea to "fix" his image.

"Jack, before we start, do you remember the guidelines I told you for this relationship or should we go over them again with everyone here?" The voice was cold and calculated, belonging to one of the stern-faced PR reps. Her eyes bore into him through the screen, demanding his full attention.

Jack's stomach lurched. He had hoped they would just come right out with what was new, news. "I think everyone is aware of what we're trying to achieve here, but please go ahead," he said, trying to keep the sarcasm at bay.

The stern-faced public relations rep, Ms. Castellanos, nodded curtly. "Good. So, the first guideline is that you two must be seen together at least three times a week. This includes public appearances such as dates, her being seen attending your games, and even casual outings like grocery shopping or walking the dog. That is if you or her have one."

Jack's eyes widened slightly, glancing down at his half empty coffee mug. He didn't have a dog, but he still didn't know who this girl they paired him up with was. Plus, he didn't know if Y/n had picked up any new hobbies involving pets in her last year of college. It was never mentioned during their weekly calls or on visits. It would be important to know that since she’s going to be living with him.

"Jack, are you listening?" The voice brought him back to the present, the sternness of Ms. Castellanos' tone was unmistakable.

Jack swallowed down the anxiety that was bubbling up inside him and nodded in acknowledgement.

Ms. Castellanos continued, "Guideline two, and perhaps the most important one, is that the relationship must appear genuine. You must exhibit believable public affection and body language. This means holding hands, occasional kisses on the cheek, maybe a few on the lips if the situation calls for it. As for body language," the stone-cold lady stopped speaking, watching Jack carefully once more. "You're both young, attractive, and in the public eye. If you lean into each other, have your arms around each other's waist, or even occasionally rest your head on her shoulder, it'll look natural and convincing. The media will eat it up, and your image will be transformed from a lonely heartthrob to a lovestruck boyfriend in no time."

Jack felt his cheeks flush slightly, the thought of faking intimacy with someone he'd never met before was nerve-wracking, to say the least. He took another sip of his now lukewarm coffee, trying to imagine how awkward the first kiss would be. He had never been one for faking emotions, especially something as intimate as love.

Ms. Castellanos continued, her voice unforgiving. "Guideline four is critical. The relationship must end with your girlfriend, and I stress this, must be the one to initiate the breakup. It should be done publicly and dramatically enough to make headlines, but not so much that it causes a scandal." She paused, allowing the gravity of the situation to sink in. "You cannot under any circumstances leave her. If it looks like you're the one who ended things, it'll only add fuel to the fire of your reputation. You need to be seen as the heartbroken party, the victim of a fickle heart. It'll humanize you, make you more relatable to the fans."

Jack felt his jaw clench at the coldness of the plan. He had agreed to a fake relationship to get the media off his back, but this was starting to feel like a script for a reality TV show gone wrong. "And what happens if we... I mean, if she gets tired of the whole thing?" He stumbled over his words, trying to maintain some semblance of respect for the stranger he was about to be romantically linked with.

"Ah, that's where guideline five comes into play," said Ms. Castellanos, her eyes gleaming with the excitement of her own cleverness. "We've prepared a non-disclosure agreement that she will be signing before the relationship begins. It's quite comprehensive and includes clauses for breaking it off in a controlled manner. She'll understand her role in this, Jack."

Jack's grip tightened around his coffee mug, the cheap porcelain feeling fragile under his thumb. "But who is she?" he repeated, his voice a little louder, a hint of frustration creeping in.

Ms. Castellanos' smile didn't waver, but her eyes narrowed slightly. "Her name is Elena Petrov," she said smoothly. "A local influencer with a clean reputation. She's been briefed on the situation and has agreed to help. She's a fan of the team and understands the importance of this for your career."

"No." Jack huffed out. gaining the attention of everyone on the call. Just the same as Jack, everyone else barely stayed tuned into her annoying voice. "She is the reason I am in this shit hole. Her friend is the last girl I was with. Elena took all the pictures. Maggie? A little help here." Jack pleaded with the IT media girl that for some miraculous reason was sitting in on the call.

"Oh. Uhm, yes. It took me days to get the pictures she put up taken down. And Mr. Hughes, we were able to prove they were edited after looking closer at them," Maggie spoke up, her voice shaky, probably from fear of interrupting the woman that could potentially ruin their lives with a tweet.

Ms. Castellanos' eyes darted from Jack to Maggie and back again, her displeasure clear. "Jack, this is non-negotiable. This is what's best for your career right now. You need to be seen as more than just a party boy. The sooner you start this relationship with Elena, the sooner we can start repairing your image," she said, her voice like a whip cracking through the tension in the room.

Jack's manager, Mr. Taylor, cleared his throat before speaking up, his tone measured and calm. "Perhaps there's another option we haven't considered. What about Y/n?" he suggested, glancing at Jack, who looked up at him, hope flickering in his eyes.

Ms. Castellanos raised an eyebrow. "Your childhood friend?" She sounded skeptical, but the video stream grew quiet, all eyes on Jack.

Jack nodded, feeling the weight of the decision he was about to make. "Yeah, Y/n. We've been best friends since middle school. Everyone already thinks we're together. It'll be believable, and she's... she's not in the spotlight like Elena is. It'll keep things more low-key." He swallowed, hoping he wasn't about to ruin their friendship.

Ms. Castellanos leaned back in her chair, steepling her fingers. "Very well, Jack. We'll consider it. But you need to talk to her and make sure she's on board with this. The last thing we need is for her to spill the beans and ruin the whole charade."

Jack nodded, his heart racing. He knew Y/n would do anything for him but asking her to be his fake girlfriend was a big ask. He took a deep breath, steeling himself for the conversation he was about to have. After the call ended, he let out a guttural groan due to frustration. He needed to go shoot some basketball or pucks before he talked Y/n, but he didn't have that time to waste. Instead of blowing off some of his stress he slipped on some shoes, kissed his momma goodbye, and headed out to the house he has visited time and time again.

The warm afternoon air was a major contrast to the coldness of the conversation he had just had. The streetlights flickered to life as Jack approached Y/n's house, the familiar path to her door as comforting as ever. He stopped in front of the door, the color of her door had changed since last summer, but the memories that lie behind it remained the same.

Jack took a deep breath before raising his hand to knock, the sound echoing through his head. Only thing on his mind was the conversation they were about to have. Jack flinched as he realized how hard and urgent he had beat on her mother’s front door. His heart thudded against his chest, partially with the anticipation of her reaction to the proposal and because of how quickly he had walked down the block. Jack took a deep breath in an urgent need to calm himself and appear as normal as possible before he was face to face with her.

Before he could finish his internal mantra of calming himself, the front door swung open in a rush. He was slightly hoping it would somehow be one of her relatives, but there she was, looking up at him with her soft, hopeful eyes. Her hair messily tossed into a messy bun atop her head and a sprinkle of fresh freckles danced across her nose from spending the day in the sun with his family yesterday. She was wearing the momentous hoodie that he had gifted her before leaving last summer. A hoodie that held a lot in its threads for the two of them. For her, it now held a lot of silent screams and wiped away tears from the last year, but it still held their joint memories.

‘It originally had become Jack’s superstitious hoodie for a while. The lucky hoodie he would wear all the way up to when he would change for warm ups, then she would wear it. This superstition developed during the years of world juniors. The year he brought home the Gold, the superstition shifted. Jack had a “girlfriend” that entire season and she wasn’t fond of the idea of Jack and Y/n swapping clothes like they did. The games with the development program were when she noticed this happening. She confronted Y/n about having a useless crush on her boyfriend and she would be taking over wearing his hoodie from then on. Jack didn’t take lightly to it, that was his best friend, his biggest non-family supporter. So, he decided y/n would wear the hoodie the entire time, from the time they all got dressed for the day to after the game. Now, it’s hers entirely, his decision since he couldn’t be here for her and live out his dream. He wanted her to have a piece of him, but if be a piece of them. Once again, it has become her comfort item as it has been back then.’

She fiddled with the stretched out sleeves hanging over left hand anxiously as her right hand was still grasping the door knob.

"How was your meeting?" The words fell from her lips so fast she hadn't taken a moment to invite him inside. Y/n had sat out on the porch swing all morning waiting to hear from him. Seeing him now ignited her anxiety and her need to know.

Jack let out a simple laugh at her eagerness to know. He softly touched her side, giving a slight nudge as if to signal her to walk backwards into the house.

The coolness of the air conditioning kissing his skin. "It was... interesting," he said, his voice a mix of relief and dread.

Y/n raised an eyebrow, her curiosity piqued. She walked a few steps backwards with his guidance to allow him in, the old floorboards creaking under their weight. "Interesting as in good or interesting bad?"

Jack shrugged, his smile wavering as he let go of her and made his way into the living room. The same room where they had spent hours playing video games, watching movies, doing homework.

—Could he ask her to do this? What if it blows up in their faces and ruins everything. What if he ruins her? He’d never be able to live with himself for hurting her.

The couch looked inviting, but he knew better than to sit down without spilling his guts. "Well, it’s one of those ‘depends on how you take it’ interesting type situations..." he trailed off, his eyes wandering around the room.

Y/n looked at him, her eyebrows rising in a questioning manner. Her eyes were filled with a mix of concern and curiosity. She could read the hesitancy written all across him. Starting with wanting to open up about his meeting. Which is something he's never had an issue with, at least with her, to not wanting to sit down. Almost as if, if he got too comfortable he would tell too much.

Taking a hold of his hand, rubbing her thumb over his palm she leaned her head on his upper arm. A common gesture between them. “Jackers?” She whispered so softly, he nearly missed it. He hummed in response coming out from where he drifted off too. She took a hold of his hand and softly pulled him down to take a seat on the couch with her.

“Jackers, just tell me. Did they come up with something ridiculous?"

Jack let out a small laugh , the sound hollow and forced. "Ridiculous doesn't even begin to cover it," he whined, his smile not quite reaching his eyes. "They want me to start a fake relationship with someone who I know is not going to help me. Then my manager suggested someone who would be great and I was for it because we already know each other but.." He took a deep breath, bracing himself for her reaction.

Y/n let go of his hand, in an unnatural reaction as they have been platonically physical since high school, "A fake relationship?" she echoed that one snippet. “With.. With who? Since I’ll be living with you I should be prepared for a new girl even if she is a fake girlfriend.”

Jack took a deep breath and looked up at her, his eyes filled with a desperation she had never seen before. "Toots, I really don't know what to do about this. PR decided on Elena Petrov. B—”

“You mean the friend of the bitch who started this mess? No I’m sorry the two who started this mess? You’re going to pounce around all lovey with the girl who put you here?!” Y/n’s chest heaved up and down heavily. She watched Jack’s face twist in annoyance then soften.

“If you had let me finish… I flat out said no. I will not and am not going to do this plan with her. When I told everyone on the call right then that I wouldn’t, my manager suggested someone else. But I don’t know if they’ll do it. They seem pretty disappointed in me…” Jack kept his voice even and didn’t raise it. He knew how you felt about being yelled at and he couldn’t be the one to cause a panic attack because he got a little upset.

“Well, who did they suggest? Maybe I can help. As long as it’s not Elena..”

“They suggested you. They asked me if I thought you would do it or if I would like you to do it with me. But if you're upset or disappointed, I'll tell them no right now," Jack explained, his voice a low rumble of uncertainty. He started fishing his phone out of his pocket in case he had to call his manager.

Y/n felt her throat tighten as a knot formed, a mix of emotions swirling inside her. She had always been there for Jack, and he for her, but this was something entirely different. This was a line they hadn’t truly crossed, and she wasn't sure if she was ready to pretend to cross it again. "Jack, I..." she murmured looking down at her hands in her lap, her voice trembling slightly. "Yes, I'll do it."

Jack's head snapped to look at her, his eyes failing to meet hers as she’s staring down, though a spark of hope igniting within him still. "You will?" he asked, his voice filled with a mix of surprise and relief.

Y/n nodded, her throat tight with unspoken emotions. "Yeah, I'll do it," she said, trying to keep her voice steady. "For you, I'll do it."

Jack's shoulders slumped with relief. He reached out to lift her head hesitantly so that he could meet her eyes with his. His eyes searching hers for any hint of hesitation. "Are you sure?" he asked, his voice wavering slightly. "You don't have to if you don't want to, management can figure it out.”

Y/n forced a smile and nodding her head yes, her heart racing with a mix of excitement and dread. The thrill of being able to go and do things with Jack was nice, but the dread of being scrutinized by females she didn’t know was already gnawing at her. "Besides, it's only for a couple of months, right?"

Jack's smile didn't part to show his teeth, it stayed tight lipped, evident he wasn't as enthused as his tone of voice was letting on. "Yup! Just for a couple of months."

"Okay, we can totally pull this off. It will be like playing pretend, remember?" She nudged him with her elbow, trying to lighten the mood with a memory from their childhood. More so for herself than him.

"You mean like when we got married under that old oak tree at my grandparents' house in the summer between sixth and seventh grade?" Jack nudged her back.

"Yup when you only agreed to get pretend married so you could get your first kiss."

She let a little giggle slip out as she reminisced on the memory of her and Jack as kids under the oak tree.

A young Jack with his signature smirk standing at the ‘altar’ with the “preacher Luke”. Jack didn’t wait for Luke to do his part of the pretend wedding he skipped straight to the kiss. ‘Couldn’t wait tootsie I was just wanting my 1st’

"If I remember correctly that was your first kiss too, and you asked for another one because of the ‘belly flies’." Jack teased her enjoying seeing her cheeky smile and blush creeping up on to her cheeks.

Y/n’s laughter echoed loudly through the room. "Jack Hughes, you are such a jerk!" She said playfully, her eyes sparkling with amusement.

Jack laughed echoing her laughter. "So, do we have an agreement? You'll be okay with fake dating me, even though we never got fake divorced?"

Y/n shook her head yes once again, while rolling her eyes at the boy next to her. “Yes, Jackers. Even though you never fake divorced me, I will fake date you.”

If she only knew that Jack was silently and brutally beating himself up for this. They were in for a roller coaster of chaos and changes.

Now that he had secured one portion of the agreement, he has footwork left in figuring out how to get out of the hoops and twists. Like how to get out of that very public break up after a few months into dating. He wasn’t going to make her out to be some bitch she’s not.

And if Jack has it his way, they won’t be breaking up and it won’t be a “fake” relationship for long either.

Because Jack Hughes is hopelessly in love with his best friend. If he has any luck, besides puck luck, she loves him too.

notes 2.0: hello! welcome to my newest mini series, believe in me i hope you enjoyed the first part of the series. i am always open to kindly put creative criticism. i truly appreciate all of the continued support by reading, liking, & reblogging! thank you thank you!

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clairecrive · 8 months ago

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"Gorgeous and Untouchable" Eddie Munson x reader

A/n: thank you so much for requesting this lovely <3 this is definitely on the longer side but tbh I don't think it's that good. hope you enjoy!

Word count: 2.2+K

TW: tiny bit of angst, longing, unrequited love, fluffy end.

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"You've ruined my life-"

Now this was new.

Eddie Munson, reigning freak of Hawkins High, was used to being avoided by most. On account of some stupid reason such as him being a devil worshipper and the likes.

Never had he thought to have enough influence or social presence to actually ruin someone's life. Unless they were trying to put their bad luck on him which... shouldn't surprise him at all.

Oh, to have such power...

He scoffed immediately losing himself to a daydream reality in which he actually had magic powers. Now that was a thought!

As he went to slam his locker door close, another piece of paper caught his eye.

What now?

"by not being mine." Read this one.

What?

Putting the two pieces of paper together he saw that it had been torn apart but it was actually the same piece of paper originally. So the complete message was "You've ruined my life by not being mine."

Rolling his eyes he closed his locker, now sure that it was just someone taking the piss out of him. Chuckling he threw the two pieces of paper in the trash without sparing them a second thought.

Little did he know, someone was watching him in that moment who, alas, didn't mean it as a joke at all.

"Oh well," they thought without losing spirit, "tomorrow we'll try again."

And try again they did. Every day, they would leave two little messages in Eddie's locker. One was to be found when he arrived at school and the other at the end of the day.

After the first two, which Eddie blatantly dismissed, he actually kept the rest of them. So, one day, after almost a week had gone by in this weird fashion, Eddie sat down in his room and put all the pieces together.

Tongue peeking out in concentration, Eddie rearranged them in chronological order. This proved more difficult than he thought because the messages weren't dated, of course, and they got all mixed up in the box where he had stored them.

After a while of playing Sherlock Holmes, he thought he got it. It added up to something like this:

You're so gorgeous I can't say anything to your face 'Cause look at your face And I'm so furious At you for making me feel this way But what can I say? You're gorgeous

He thought for a moment that he had made a mistake. He must have. Maybe they didn't have to be put in chronological order to be deciphered. Maybe there was another code he needed to figure out.

And so he tried to find one. For hours.

At one point he had to give up. Eddie plopped down on his bed. A frustrated scoff left him when he thought how much time he had wasted on this stupid thing.

Someone was messing with him. They must be.

The idea that those pieces of paper held a confession for him, never crossed his mind. It was unfathomable for Eddie to think that someone at school might actually think he was gorgeous. All he could think about was who the hell hated him so much to pull a prank this elaborate.

The next time Eddie went to school, he was hesitant to open his locker. Last time it was only some pieces of paper, but what if, with time, his pranker had grown bolder? Who knows what he was going to find this time.

When he finally did, though, he'd found that he needn't be scary. Eddie sighed in relief as yet another piece of paper fell to the ground by his feet.

This time, the paper had a distinct flowery scent to it. Eddie knew nothing of perfumes, let alone women's ones. But it was nice, he thought as he sniffed it again. He liked it. The other thing that was different this time, was the colour of the message. It was lilac and it read:

I'm caught up in you Untouchable, burning brighter than the sun and when you're close I feel like coming undone

Turns out that his secret admirer had become bolder indeed. Just not in the way Eddie expected. "Untouchable"? Him? People tended to stay away from him either because they believed the devil-worshipper rumours or not to taint their social standing. So he was having a hard time imagining someone coming undone in his presence.

Still not fully convinced this was genuine, Eddie shoved the piece of paper in his jeans as the bell rang.

Yet again, you watched as he walked away none the wiser of your presence. You knew that it was going to be hard to get Eddie to notice you. Even this way. However, you couldn't help but feel frustrated and helpless. You thought the perfume had been too much but a part of you hoped it'd be enough for Eddie to connect the dots.

"Not yet, I guess", you thought as you made your way to your class as well. I need to get even bolder.

You usually weren't this insistent. In fact, it wasn't really in your nature. Maybe that was why Eddie was having such a hard time connecting the dots and linking the pieces of paper back to you.

You had known him for a while now. Since the first year of high school. Well, your first year. Eddie had been in his first senior year. You had seen him in the cafeteria one day at lunch, doing one of his usual spectacles. Before that day you had only heard his name being whispered like a bad word amongst the other students.

Being new to the area, you didn't really understand what that was all about. Who was this Eddie? And why was he so famous that everyone knew him but at the same time, no one had actually talked to him?

Then you began to understand little by little. As the days passed you seemed to gather a lot of information about the guy, albeit against your will. It's just that everyone seemed to talk about him.

He honestly didn't seem that bad to you. You thought he was cute and quite endearing. He seemed to have strong opinions and a defined personality, which you admired. Maybe that was why people at school were so reticent about him. He stood out wherever he was and not for the reason people evilly whispered between them.

You were already halfway there but when you saw him interact with the younger kids one day, you were definitely gone. The crush turned more into an adoration with time.

And even though you had talked to him a few times, you had never tried to shoot your shot. Not until now, at least. You were tired of always dreaming about him and what it'd be like to be with him. For the first time in your life, you were adamant about turning your dreams into reality. You only needed to get the guy.

And in the middle of the night when I'm in this dream It's like a million little stars spelling out your name In the middle of the night waking from this dream I want to feel you by my side, standing next to me

This time, you had really put yourself out there. You didn't think you could be more obvious than this. Not only did you write the message with your favourite lilac pen, and spray a little bit of your perfume on the piece of paper, you also left a kiss on it. A glossy pink imprint of your mouth.

It was your favourite lipgloss. You wore it every day.

You only hoped that Eddie would notice. Otherwise, you had to take an even more drastic approach. One you dreaded. You had to go and talk to him. Ugh! Only thinking about it made you nauseous.

Little did you know, you didn't need to worry. It was going to end sooner than you thought.

You were at school bright and early as usual that day. The official excuse was that you needed to sort out something for the school paper. But really, you needed to slip the piece of paper into Eddie's locker without anyone seeing you.

That morning, however, you weren't the only one at school at that hour. Usually, Eddie was one of the last to show up. Often, at the last bell or late. However, the principal had called him to tell him that if he kept showing up late he wouldn't have permission to host Hellfire. Hence why he was one of the first ones to show up that day.

Whistling some random tune, Eddie was carelessly rolling through the hallways and about to turn to his locker when he spotted you. His whistling immediately stopped and he spoke without thinking.

"Y/n?"

His voice startled you so much that you flinched and almost slipped your foot retreating from the locker.

"Oh, h-hi Eddie!" you squeaked as you turned to face him.

"What..." he trailed as he took you in.

"Oh, uhm," you stumbled over your words trying to come up with something to say.

He was still looking at you with a questioning gaze. Standing so close to his locker and visibly nervous... Still, he didn't think anything of it. He was just curious to know why you were here.

That was until a piece of paper floated on the ground in between you and him. Both of your eyes were immediately drawn to it.

"Fuck", you silently swore to yourself. The piece of paper you trying to push inside his locker must have gotten stuck and then got loose exposing you to him at last.

You swallowed nervously and stepped back, almost as if you were trying to make a run for it. But this was the moment you had been waiting for! Stop being a coward and talk to him! you chided yourself as you forced your feet to stay put.

In the meantime, Eddie was still putting the pieces together. His eyes were looking between you and the piece of paper on the ground. Then his locker.

The paper. You. His locker. Then you again.

"God," you thought, "how slow can this boy be?!"

"It's me," you blurted out after a while, unable to bear this uncomfortable situation any longer. "I'm your secret admirer," you whispered when his eyes shot up to you.

"You?" he said, voice filled with disbelief.

You winced at the tone of his voice, assuming the worst.

"Surprise," you exclaimed weekly trying to laugh it off. Emphasis on trying.

But Eddie was yet to say anything and was only staring at you dumbfounded. So, you started to blabber nervously to fill the silence.

"I'm sorry if I wasn't who you were expecting. I-"

"Are you kidding me?"

"No, I-"

"I didn't think you'd be this cruel."

"What?"

"I always thought you were cool but to pull a prank like this...," hell Eddie thought you were more than cool actually. "It's not funny, you know."

A prank?

"Wha- Hold on," you called after him when you saw he was about to leave. "Wait. What do you mean a prank? This is not a prank."

"Yeah, sure," he scoffed, "and you really think I'm- what was it- gorgeous and all that shit?"

"Well, yeah," you admitted shyly. "I've had a crush on you for a while, Eddie." You toyed with your feet, too embarrassed to look at him.

"Then why haven't you said anything before?" he asked still sceptical.

"It's not easy to go to the person you like and tell them, you know," you scoffed as if what he was insinuating was preposterous. Even though it actually wasn't...

"So you left these in my locker instead," he said pointing to the piece of paper that was still on the ground.

You scrolled your shoulders at that, not sure what to say. Hearing it out loud made you feel foolish.

"You know what?" you spoke suddenly, "Never mind. It was a stupid idea, anyway." You were about to turn around and leave without waiting for his reply.

"Wait, no"- he called after you making you stop. "It's not stupid. It's very romantic actually."

"You think so?" You said tentatively as you turned around to face him.

"Yeah," he gave you a boyish grin. "You liked me for a while, huh?"

"Now who's being cruel?" you quipped blushing furiously.

"Nah, it's just that- I'm kicking myself for not asking you on out a date before," he admitted, scratching his head nervously.

"You like me too?" you smiled at him, hope blooming in your chest.

"I'm not blind sweetheart. I've had a soft spot for you for a while now. I thought you knew."

Hearts beating a thousand miles per hour, you could only give him a lovesick smile. You couldn't believe it.

Finally, your dream was coming true.

"So what do you say, sweetheart," he took a step closer to you, " will you bless my Friday and let me take you for a date?"

Giggling like a fool, you could only nod at him. Which earned you the biggest smile you had ever seen on Eddie's face.

"You have no idea how long I've been dying to hear those words."

"Trust me, lovely, I think I do."

Turns out you were both two lovesick idiots.

#eddie munson #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson fluff #eddie munson fic #eddie munson imagine #stranger things #taylor swift inspired #eddie munson x fem!reader #eddie munson fanfiction #eddie munson one shot #eddie munson x y/n

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tartagliove · 7 months ago

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THE SNOW IS SPARKLING LIKE A MILLION LITTLE SUNS.

welcome to twelve days of selfshipmas! over the course of twelve days, december 14th to 25th, winter related prompts are available for you to think about you and your f/o(s) in the wintertime.

want to join? here's how you can:

choose as many or few prompts as you'd like

write, draw, and/or create based on the prompts for your selfship(s) of choice

share your creations on the date each prompt is assigned to!

optional (but encouraged): comment on someone else's selfshipmas post!

optional: tag your post with #12 days of selfshipmas so i know you're participating and will add you to the event directory!

dec. 14 ✧ day one ✧ preparing your home for winter

as the weather gets colder, how do you and your f/o prepare your home for the winter? are there any must-haves? do you decorate for any holidays? who does what?

dec. 15 ✧ day two ✧ going on a date

what does a wintertime date with your f/o look like? who proposes the date? what do you two wear? how does your date go?

dec. 16 ✧ day three ✧ favorite winter activity

winter comes with a lot of fun indoor and outdoor activities, from skating to visiting the winter market to reading by the fireplace. what winter activity do you and your f/o like the most?

dec. 17 ✧ day four ✧ bedroom

now that it's cold, what do your sleeping arrangements look like? is your bed filled with thick blankets? who runs hot and acts as a human heater? who is the blanket hog?

dec. 18 ✧ day five ✧ traveling for vacation

where do you and your f/o choose to go for vacation? do you visit someplace warm? what do you pack? how is making the journey there? what do you do at your destination?

dec. 19 ✧ day six ✧ snowed in

a big snowstorm happens through the night and when you wake up, you and your f/o are snowed in and won't be able to leave the house. how do you pass the time together?

dec. 20 ✧ day seven ✧ mistletoe

oh, look! there's mistletoe dangling above you and your f/o. how did you get into this situation in the first place? do you two kiss? what is the kiss like? who is around to witness it?

dec. 21 ✧ day eight ✧ dinner with family and friends

who will be at the dinner? are you and your f/o visiting someone's home, or are you hosting? what will you bring?

dec. 22 ✧ day nine ✧ gingerbread house decorating

it's time for you and your f/o to decorate a gingerbread house! is it a competition? does one person take the lead? what kinds of candy are you putting on it? how does it turn out?

dec. 23 ✧ day ten ✧ hallmark winter movie

if a hallmark winter romance movie were to be made of you and your f/o, what would that movie look like? does it start with a meet cute? or a meet ugly?

dec. 24 ✧ day eleven ✧ winter ball

you are cordially invited to the annual winter ball! it's a great excuse to dress up, enjoy good food, and dance the night away. who are you bringing? what are you and your f/o wearing? how do you spend your time at the ball?

dec. 25 ✧ day twelve ✧ gift giving

when it's time for you and your f/o to get each other presents, what do you get for each other? do you manage to keep it a secret? how do you and your f/o react?

note: the prompts are up to your own interpretation, but i've provided some questions beneath each prompt to help get the ideas flowing. this is meant to be a fun, creative, and lighthearted event, so please do not feel pressured to participate every day!

note: while originally developed with selfships in mind, oc x character and selfship-coded reader inserts are more than welcome!

please let me know if you have any questions! i hope you have fun celebrating your selfships, and thank you for joining my event!

#12 days of selfshipmas #selfship prompts #selfship event #type: text #event: 12 days of selfshipmas

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spectralreplica · 10 months ago

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But do you think the plan will work?

Oumota: tarot reading edition! I had this idea during Oumota Week and just got around to finishing it now 😔. At first I thought about giving Sun to Kaito and Moon to Kokichi (a la Reversed Sun by grayimperia), but I think it works better to have them both in each card, to highlight the parallels. (If you want more explanation of my design thoughts, I'll put it under a cut at the end.)

General tarot meanings:

The Sun: happiness, confidence, success, optimism, innocence/childhood, inspiring others, internal motivation, truth

The Moon: illusion, imagination, uncertainty, secrets, confusion, intuition/the subconscious, fears influencing you, insecurity

The Star: hope, regaining inspiration, renewal, healing, moving on, new purpose, calm after the storm (Reversed Star: despair, lack of faith, pessimism, boredom, anxiety, being overwhelmed by past problems)

I feel like while Kaito is naturally more Sun coded and Kokichi more Moon coded, they have some qualities of both cards. And Star vs Reversed Star is so temping to bring in for DR.

I was thinking of it as a past, present, future kind of reading, but also maybe situation, action, outcome. Starting out with high self confidence and some childish black and white thinking. (Maybe a little over confident and childish to the point of egotism and inflexibility, shades of reversed sun...). Covering for insecurities by projecting a fake persona to everyone around, doubling down on the lies and self-deception a la chapter 5. Finally, either coming through everything stronger, with renewed hope, or else crashing and burning, overwhelmed by unacknowledged issues that have built up.

As for the specific imagery...

Sun: I stuck pretty close to the traditional imagery here. The flag/banner has their respective prints on it, and I put Kaito on Mars while Kokichi remains on Earth. It's also sundown or sunset for Kokichi; is he moving towards the Moon or away? The horse is obv. very chess piece inspired. Kokichi gets his King Horse a la the mask on his bed, and I gave Kaito a pegasus because flying.

Moon: Moving a little bit away from traditional imagery as more of the canon situation seeps in, but still pretty close. The moon floats "outside" the cage, wearing their respective false faces. (We know from the ending that the skyline on those glass panels isn't real...) They both have an Exisal in the background in place of one of the towers, but Kaito has a bamboo grove a la Princess Kaguya; Kaguya came from the moon and she will go back, no matter how much people on Earth love her. Kokichi has one of the racks that sits beside shrines where you're supposed to tie bad/unlucky omikuji (paper fortunes) so that the bad luck doesn't follow you; living in purposeful denial of bad things, but they lurk there on the horizon.

They both still have at least one dog/wolf, but I gave Kokichi a fox because of their association with being tricksters. Also, wolves and foxes, as predators, are framed as villains in stories, but at the same time it's also not uncommon to see them as heroes (stereotype of predator/hunter vs stereotype of bravery/nobility and cleverness). Also, contrast of fox and hound, like the clash of Kokichi presenting himself as childish + annoying vs a genuine threat. Kaito has the dog, monkey, and pheasant that accompanied Momotaro, continuing his fairytale theme.

Everyone seems to argue over what the crawfish means in the original, but I went with the interpretation of moving from water to land, evolution, things coming to the surface. So, Kaito has a koi. I think most people know about the "koi climbs a waterfall and becomes a dragon" thing because of Magikarp, but here it is again just in case! Kaito's got an aquatic creature struggling against its nature in hopes of someday actually transforming into something grander. Kokichi has a poison dart frog. Already amphibious, so it can go between water and land freely, but visibly harmful to anyone who tries to get close.

Star: The least traditional imagery and the most V3 canon imagery. There's still a tree, but it's a pine tree. ...I dunno, no explanation for that, it just looked nice 🤷‍♀️The two jugs are replaced with the poison and antidote bottles. Originally, they're supposed to represent the conscious and subconscious and pour in two different places, but here they're mixing together directly. V3 resolves the "truth vs lies" theme by arguing you have to accept ambiguity. Also, Kaito and Kokichi's whole plan rests on them managing to work together to obscure exactly who is in the Exisal in the end.

There's a figure in the foreground in Kaito's jacket, but they're just a silhouette (a la the culprit); it's not either of them, it's both, and they're reaching beyond the bounds of the game. The star in the sky is ringed by the trial podiums, since all of their hope for the future rests in derailing the next trial. Can they win? Well, Shuichi and Kiibo are at the top, the two people they (or at least Kokichi...) know can be problems, but Tsumugi is specifically blocked from view, always overlooked...

#Oumota #Kaito Momota #Kokichi Oma #Kokichi Ouma #New Danganronpa V3 #Danganronpa #Spectra Art

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neokamui414 · 8 months ago

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A non-exhaustive list of art, pieces of media, franchises, authors, and thinkers that I really need my fellow Cultsim/BoH/Secret Histories fans to get into and discuss with me and between themselves.

(WARNING A LOT OF THE FOLLOWING RECOMMENDATIONS COME WITH A LIST OF CONTENT WARNINGS AND ARE SOMETIMES CONNECTED TO CONTROVERSIAL ARTISTS AND PUBLIC PERSONS. THIS LIST IS NOT A ENDORSEMENT OF ANY PROBLEMATIC IDEALS OR STATEMENTS MADE BY ANYONE MENTIONED IN THIS LIST AND IT IS HIGHLY RECOMMENDED THAT ANYONE WHO LOOKS INTO ANY OF THE MENTIONED WORKS OF ART DO THEIR DUE DILIGENCE AND THOROUGHLY CHECKS FOR DISTURBING / TRIGGERING CONTENT AT THEIR OWN VOLITION)

Film Recommendations:

1. Dario Argento's Three Mothers trilogy, especially Suspiria & and especially especially the 2019 remake of Suspiria. Very Dancer DLC-coded, very Sisterhood of the Triple Knot and Thunderskin.

2. The Magic Lantern films of Kenneth Anger, who was a practicing Thelmaite* for many years. Lantern Principal is obviously what comes to mind when you hear of the name of the series and the dreams that were mystical experiences that inspired and were expressed in art, in this case films is very much akin to stuff we see in Cultist Simulator.

(* As shown in later parts of this recommendation list I argue that the games of Weather Factory become even more interesting and artistically impactful if you learn more about late 19th and 20th century occultism and movements like Theosophy and Thelma.)

3. Hereditary and Midsommar are obvious recommendations but even more so I would recommend the original 1970s The Wicker Man. Folk Horror in general is a great source of what the arts of The Bosk would look like in real life. They were definitely worshiping The Low Red Sun on Summer Isle.

4. A Dark Song, a 2016 horror film that actually revolves around the performance of a very famous and important real life occult ritual. I think a lot of the visual imagery in that film can give some inspiration for the kind of Rites our player character in Cultist Simulator is performing.

5. The Lair of The White Worm is a movie loosely based on a Bram Stoker story and is also very much a Gods of Stone overthrown by forces associated with humans raised to Divinity and the powers of the Sun and Apollonian principles type of story. Plus the whole Worm/Wyrms thing going on. I also recommend it because it's one of the more light-hearted and comedic entries on this list and I want some variation in tone. Also its psychedelic visuals compliment a lot of the surrealist elements that are tied to things like the Moth Principal.

6. Black Swan isn't explicitly supernatural but it is very Dancer Coded.

7. The Hellraiser movies, but only the first second, fourth, and the reboot. Leviathan, being associated with pain and pleasure and having the name of a mythical sea monster is probably very similar to whatever the hell The Tide was before The Red Grail vored her. The Cenobites are Long with Grail, Knock, & Forge as their Principals.

8. Pan's Labyrinth, for the Woods and the Bounds appreciators. I also think there is something to be said about the fascist subtext that underlines much of the Edge Principle, especially in The Colonel that can be explored and appreciated in this film and its reckonings with the evils of Spanish fascism.

9. To compliment the recommendation for the Magic Lantern films, also check out the short film The Wormwood Star, you can find it easily on YouTube and it's another piece of art heavily influenced by Thelma and stars Marjorie Cameron who I will talk about more later in this list.

Game Recommendations:

1. Hollow Knight, it might as well be a story set in the era of the Carapace Cross. Sentient bugs, mighty Wyrms and dream gods with the powers of light but not necessarily moral goodness. Even the Void in Hollow Knight, and it's antagonism to The Radiance is very similar to The Nowhere and it's relationship with the established hierarchies in The Mansus.

2. The Silent Hill games, particularly the entries that revolve around The Order; like 1,3, Origins, and Homecoming. Dream worlds, Sun worship, the Dark Feminine and female psychics/mediums with deep associations with blood, birth and menstruation. Valtiel is totally a Name. Even the fog and mist of Silent Hill is giving The Bounds and it's Forge smoke meets Woods darkness type energy.

3. Vampire The Masquerade Bloodlines, it's basically playing a Grail Long.

4. The tabletop games Geist: The Sin Eaters and Wraith: The Oblivion line up really well with the Ghoul / Medium DLC. *

(basically most if not all of the World of Darkness and Chronicles of Darkness tabletop games contain some themes, elements, or bits of World building that should appeal to anyone interested in the games created by Weather Factory)

5. The video games created by Korean studio Project Moon. Lobotomy Corporation has a lot of timers and simulation elements that have many similarities to those found in Cultist Simulator, and as the title implies Liberty of Runia takes place literally in a paranatural library just like Book of Hours even though the game play between the two is very different.

6. Fallen London and it's related media. The reasons why should go without saying. The controversies around AK aside, Echo Bazaar and Secret Histories are blood siblings and I desire more intersection and interaction between the respective fandoms.

7. The Bayonetta games have a surprising amount of real mythological and occult influence in their world building. The Solar Lumens juxtaposed with the Lunar Umbrans definitely has some resonance with Church of The Unconquered Sun and their on again, off again antagonism and allyship with The Sisterhood of The Triple Knot. The Apollonian natured House of the Sun contrasted with the Dionysian Woods & House of the Moo, and the Nowhere being connected to all three but being distinct; is not all together that different from the division of the Bayonetta universe into Inferno, Paradiso, the human world and Purgatorio between all of them.

8. The Shadow Hearts series of JRPGs are a Gothic, urban fantasy, historical fantasy, lovecraftian adventures around late 19th / early 20th century Europe and Asia. It has a lot of comedic elements and its world building and cosmology are not all that similar to the ones in Weather Factory games (barring their shared history as being inspired by Lovecraft). But if you want Lovecraft in video game form without the racism associated with his writings and you found Cultsim/BoH to fill that niche, then I recommend you give these games a try as well.

9. Secret World Legends, a functionally dead MMO but still incredibly fun to play and I think one of the best examples of urban fantasy / soft Lovecraft or post lovecraftian media in existence. Absolutely fantastic & memorable fully voiced NPCs and characters, really intriguing and rich world building and takes on mythology and folklore. Also given that you play as a quasi immortal with a deep association with bees and an ancient techno-organic goddess you're basically a Long.

10. To compliment the Lobotomy Corporation recommendation and the later SCP mention I think it's only natural that I also recommend the urban fantasy games of remedy entertainment like Alan Wake 1 & 2 and Control. Artists channeling / being used by Eldritch Forces in other dimensions and government institutions related to keeping a control on the supernatural are the most obvious similarities to stuff in WF games.

Visual Artists:

1. Francisco Goya, especially his Black Paintings, his insights into the witchcraft and folkloric traditions of the Basque region and elsewhere in the Iberian peninsula should be very appealing to fans of The Twins and The Thunderskin. Plus all of the Catholic imagery brings to mind The Mother of Ants.

2. Austin Osman Spare, Rosaleen Norton, and Marjorie Cameron. All three of these people were heavily influential occultists and illustrators/painters so their work is definitely a great representative example of the kind of occult art that you are making when you Paint in Cultsim.

3. Salvador Dali is also a relatively obvious, but I think very appropriate all the same recommendation. Surrealism is by and large the big big tonal influence on Secret Histories in my opinion. He also did a tarot deck so that brings in the Lucid Tarot connection

4.Erté, absolutely the kind of art and fashion you would find in Cultist Simulator's 1920's. Art Deco for days but also his works in particular show a more flowy and organic influence that we would more stereotypically associate with the Art Nouveau of decades prior.

Comic Books:

1. Alan Moore's run on Swamp Thing and Grant Morrison's run on Animal Man. DC's Red and Green (plus all the other elemental forces) are a deeply underappreciated and underexplored element of the setting, and I think they have a lot of similarities with the Principles we find in Secret Histories.

2. Related to the above, Alan Moore's Promethea and Grant Morrison's The Invisibles for an exploration of 20th and 21st century occultism. Despite the two authors general distaste for each other, their works are often very complimentary.

3. The Hellboy franchise doesn't have a lot of one-to-one parallels with Cultsim & Co. but they draw from the same artistic influences of gothic fiction, weird fiction, mythology and folklore and the occult. So I feel very strongly that fans of one would and should find the other to be enjoyable. Both fandoms need to be more active on this hell site and though there are a handful of quality hidden gems of fanfiction for both franchises I desperately need more people to be writing & reading fan fiction for both. Plus I do strongly believe that Mike Mignola' s art style would really excel at illustrating characters and settings from Secret Histories. His non Hellboy work is also recommended especially the works that fall under his Outervers setting, like Baltimore and Joe Golem.

4. Although I will admit that I am not up to date on it, and that there has been a considerable amount of discourse around the quality of its storytelling (especially within the past few years) I would recommend the webcomic Gunnerkrigg Court to fellow Cultsim fans. Alchemic imagery, interesting reinterpretations of folklore and a setting and tone that is quintessential British urban fantasy / science fiction, Gunnerkrigg is in my opinion a work that has a lot of appeal for fans of WF's games and stories.

5. Lackadaisy Cats is an awesome Webcomic and animated web series. 1920s/ 30s gangsters and bootleggers in the form of anthropomorphic cats! And absolutely beautiful Art Deco illustrations! What's not to love.........

Anime & Manga:

1. Any of the anime directed by Ryūtarō Nakamura especially Serial Experiments Lain and Ghost Hound(this one is seriously underrated in my opinion.) Surrealism is the name of the game as I've said earlier.

2. Le Chevalier D'Eon, both it's manga and anime even though the two are very totally different and have divergent takes on a similar premise. Historical fiction that reinterprets 18th century historical events through an occult lens is so very very Secret Histories. Plus both works have interesting explorations of gender and the nature thereof. It helps that as far as we know the French monarchy's Secret Histories equivalent are associated with the Hours, my personal headcanon is that Louis XIV was Lantern Principal aligned, and Louie XVI had Knock as his Principal. Also the manga version of the story has a lot of its magic system based around the Tarot.

3. You can't recommend D'Eon without recommending it's biggest inspiration (apart from Rose of Versailles of course) and that would be Revolutionary Girl Utena. Edge Dyads for days with that one. Utena and Anthy are totally The Twins. And the whole show and it's movie are full of surrealist pseudo occult imagery practically to the bursting.

4. Baccano! , a light novel / anime series that's about a bunch of immortal Mobsters in the 1920s and 30s. I mean that's basically The Exile DLC right there.

5. xxxHolic and Legal Drug / Drug & Drop, by CLAMP. A shop that grants wishes and a pharmacy that handles the paranormal are both the kind of businesses that I could see existing alongside Morland's, Oriflamme's Auction House & The Ecdysis Club. Plus both manga are hella gay and I will push my Weather Factory games are inherently Queer pieces of media agenda till the day I die.

Theater, Operas, Music and Albums:

1. Jimmy Page's unused soundtrack for Kenneth Anger's Lucifer Raising. Definition of Occult rock and role.

2. Kiki Rockwell, especially her two most recent albums Rituals on the Bank of a Familiar River, and Eldest Daughter of an Eldest Daughter.

3. Stravinsky's Rite of Spring might just be the closest we will ever get in real life to an occult ritual in the form of an entire ballet like we see in Cultist Simulator and Book of Hours. Definitely a skill that could fall under the Wisdoms of Birdsong and The Bosk.

4. On that note, Mozart's Die Zauberflöte is also full of Hermetic Elements, Lunar / Solar antagonism, mystical initiation and ritual deity impersonation. Mozart was a Freemason so the fanfic of him as a Heart Adapt practically writes itself.

Literally Fiction:

1. The webnovels Pact and Pale by wildbow. A magic system that revolves around incredibly hierarchical relationships between humans and mystical beings, where magic fundamentally requires discarding one's humanity and transforming into some kind of mystical being yourself is very similar to the Adapt to Long pipeline we follow in Cultist Simulator.

2. The Rivers of London series is one that I'm still familiarizing myself with but it's another example of wonderful British urban fantasy (that isn't the wizard books that shall not be named) The fact that the main characters of the series are magic police officers gives it a certain Suppression Bureau appeal.

Nonfiction- Philosophy and Occult works and Authors:

1. Georges Bataille!!!!!!!! If you only pick one thing from this list to investigate further let it be the philosophical works of this man. His theory of religion as it relates to concepts such as economy, sacrifice, and eroticism you literally completely change how you understand The Hours and The House Without Wall.

2. Aleister Crowley, and any of his students, especially Kenneth Grant. He really is the quintessential modern English occultist, whether or not AK and Lottie intended it, the DNA of his beliefs or those of his Golden Dawn contemporaries, or his students is all over Cultsim and BoH. The Red Grail is like, so blatantly Babalon it's kind of ridiculous.

3. The Book of English Magic by Phillip Carr- Gomm & Richard Heygate, is a good introductory source of information on the history of magical practice and occultism on the British isles.

4. Occult Paris by Tobias Churton is a fascinating insight into some of the mystical practices that were en vogue in Europe just a few decades prior to when Cultist Simulator takes place.

5. Atlas of Cursed Places by Oliver Le Carrer. I could totally see some of the places documented in this book as being locations you could send your Followers to in Cultsim.

6. Please read everything you can that is academically critical about Greek magical Papyri. There are tons of resources for reading translations and analysis of these documents that are some of the most foundational examples of what real historical magical belief and practice actually looked like.

Web Original Content, Podcasts, YouTube Channels and Tiktok Recommendations:

1. Greedy Peasant over on Instagram and tik tok does fascinating content related to Catholicism, medieval history and art, and other related topics. If you like all of the interesting reinterpretations of Christian religious iconography into sun worship that happens in Book of Hours I highly recommend his content.

2. The last few years have really seen an incredible ecosystem of academic scholarship on religion, mythology, occultism and esoteric philosophy develop on YouTube. Channels like Esoterica, Angela's Symposium, Let's Talk Religion, Religion for Breakfast, Jackson Crawford, The Modern Hermeticist, The Archaeology of Ancient Magic, and others are just overflowing gold mines of accessible and easily digestible but still academically critical and pseudoscience and conspiracy theory free information about mysticism historical occultism and esoteric religion and mythology.

3. There are also a number of great YouTube channels that aren't academically critical but are run by actual practicing witches and occultists and they offer fascinating and interesting insights into these same topics but from a lived more personal perspective which is just as important I think to learn about as the academically critical sources. Great channels include Benbell Wen, Maevius Lynn, Marco Visconti, & Nordic Animism.

4. In terms of fictional internet media, SCP is so broad that there's a lot of stuff that is completely different in appeal from what is enjoyable about Secret Histories, but there's also so much overlap. I need crossover fanfics and fan art more than air!!!!!

5. Lastly this is a fiction podcast so it's a little incongruous with the other nearby recommendations but, I cannot stress enough......... The Mangus Archives and Magnus Protocol!!!!!!!!!!!!! There are a lot of key differences between those two podcasts and Weather Factory games, but there are so many similarities that I have to write an entire three other posts about how similar the settings are and how I want to write a crossover/ fusion fic. I've seen like, one or two pieces of fan art and fanfiction that was related to both series but in my humble opinion it's not nearly enough. I really really really really really need Cultsim fans to talk more about Magnus and I need Magnus listeners to play these games soooooooo badly!!!!!!!!!!

Well that mostly concludes this piece of propaganda for the time being, will probably make another post with further additions in the not so distant future. Feel free to reblog this with any other pieces of media that you think would also be appealing to fans of Cultist Simulator and Book of Hours.

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luckyyyduckyyy · 6 months ago

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HO HO HO, MERRY CHRISTMASSSSS AND HAPPY HOLIDAYS!!! @froppu I am your secret santa! I hope you have a very whimsical and joyous day! <333

OH! I ALMOST FORGOT! Quick! Draw me a mustache! The nutcracker has a mustache in the movie! This needs to be PERFECT!

I quite like having a scepter, but it's a bit small for me... Do you think one of the children would like it after we're done? Or maybe we can make a bigger one, just for keeps..?

After a night of binging many Christmas movies together to get into the holiday spirit, Sun and Moon surprisingly shared the same sentiment; they loved the Nutcracker! Specifically the Barbie version, as they found the characters so fun and endearing!

That andddd while the elegance of the original was endearing, their attention spans seemed to be too shot to sit through the whole thing. Sun blamed it on their code being constantly changed, while Moon insisted it was just part of working in childcare. Needless to say they were very happy to hear you brought multiple versions.

Finding out through the usual post-movie "review" that it was not only your favorite Christmas movie, but also a movie many of the kids may know, they immediately wanted to get all dressed up and put on a short play based off it for Christmas Day! They can't wait to see everyone's faces, and yours too of course; now all they need is their favorite assistant to help them get all set up. <3

vvv Close Ups and Yapping for Frop! vvv

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Helloooo!!! I hope you enjoyed the art! <3

I hope the sona turned out well, I am not the best at drawing people and so I tend to draw pretty cartoony when it comes to them, so I leaned into my cartoonier style for this one! They're very cute and I love the DCA themed sleeves. And the bows!!! Ah the bows are wonderful, I had to keep them on the costumes, they're just so iconic! (Also I love your moon design, idk what it is but you drew him so cute in the ref, his colors are refreshing, and I feel like he's secretly a sweetheart uaghhhh)

I couldn't help myself but make the image based off of the Barbie Nutcracker the moment I saw it was your favorite Christmas film, as I love that movie too! (Making this also reminded me how I had a crush on the Nutcracker when I was younger too, so thanks lol /pos)

While the DCA being separate animatronics aren't cannon, I wanted to do this idea anyway, so!!! Two boyos!!! Looking amazing in some nutcracker outfits ✨✨✨

Moon as the Rat King and Sun as the Nutcracker respectively :3

Have an amazing day Frop! And enjoy your holidays!!! I hope you receive a many a gifts. <333

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user946468 · 5 months ago

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The Game Within | Chishiya Shuntarou Fanfiction

Chapter 1/?

Prompt ; You get trapped in a TV show, dedicated to stick by the rules of the game you hid in the shadows, watching from a distance, acting clueless. But what happens when your also being watched?

Originally posted on ao3! @user951250

There was a few lone people by the hot tub, thankfully not being too annoyingly loud, but loud enough for you to hear them from a few feet away. A cute, rather short girl with some type of tropical drink- a color so vibrant you can never help but wonder what the fuck they actually put in the drinks they make here- she had a cherry in her mouth. On the other end of the stem a cherry hung into a guys mouth- it was all very sensual, and you would usually feel like you were interrupting something but there was something humorous in how the guy sitting in front of them was staring at them with such disgust and confusion, and all at once looking very distraught.

It was funny on his part, and utterly pathetic on yours. All that you have been able to do these past weeks has been to people watch, after these hellish weeks of fighting for a life in a world that is not even your own. A world you thought was your own- for an optimistic few minutes until the the sun light seemed to warm and blinding to just be a dream, the stores, cars and roads too abandoned to be somewhere you somehow were unfortunate enough to sleep walk too- but as soon as the singular billboard shown a bright sign that rung alarm bells in your brain; you thought that was it- you've gone fucking insane. It was insane, so that meant you were too. However you learned the hard way dwelling on your sanity in an empty city wasn't fading your surroundings back to the familiar walls of your room no matter how hard you closed your eyes.

You knew where you were, but that's something too ludicrous to say out loud, let alone think- something you wont even say to yourself now. Who's to say you wont jolt awake in your bed a few seconds from now and laugh about your own stupidity? You stayed there for a long time, mind reeling and dwelling on ever logical possibility to make where you were- where you are make sense. The only thing you could think of was to follow the billboard, on a negative side to confirm your intuition; on a positive side to humor yourself.

But there was nothing humors about the cold shock you felt when you seen the conscious, lively people in-front of the arena, all as confused and anxious as you were, nor was their humor in the blood that stained your clothes, the seething warmth of the liquid that sprayed you. It was all too real too fast. 4 of Diamonds, a maze of mirrors with secret codes, and a lot blood. It took you three, close-to expired visa's and two more games for you to be pushed and try to understand your meaning in all of this... if it wasn't you going into psychosis after all.

During your third game, and your fourth game, and all your games after- you always repeated too yourself what you did know rather than thinking about what you didn't know. If you wanted to be grounded, you knew that these people that you were seeing weren't real. Not in your world anyways, and isn't that what really matters? When you wanted to have a clear mind before a game you reminded yourself that every participant you were up against, they weren't going to make it out in the end. It was dehumanizing, and dissociating, and borderline insane- but it kept you safe. And you were going to play by the rules, how the games intended. From the day of your first game the thought that death was creeping behind your back never ceased your mind, not while alone, scavenging for food, or in the middle of a game. It was the first thing you thought about when you went to sleep, first thing on your mind when you woke up.

Especially when you think back to your games, the games you won out of sheer dumb luck. The luck that your life lies on so tenderly, threatening to collapse at any moment. You weren't particularity athletic, or a team player, neither did you have the mental capacity to call your self a diamond or hearts player, you just got dealt a good hand. Low number cards, yet to anything above a 6. Sheer dumb luck. Somewhere along the lines of trying to keep your sanity intact you got recruited to the beach, partially because you had one game card they were deprived of and partially because they were getting desperate for more ranks. All though staying at the beach was breaching multiple rules you made for yourself in your brain, it truly was a blessing in disguise. Warm bed, clean water, hot food, you even felt a wall of safety grow around you, it was a false sense of security and you knew that, but couldn't you appreciate the slight comfort it brought?

The first day at the beach you made two new rules; One was made when you first meet Hatter- an a lot less incriminating interaction than the one you've seen on TV, it was over almost as soon as it started. Him taking your cards, brief run down of the rules and a toss of a room key, then him guiding you by your back to the main floor, he left with some rushed good-bye's and him trailing off about "Never having a foreign before..." That interaction was enough to make your mind blank for the next three hours. Knowing you're in the same place as fictional characters is one thing, seeing and interacting with them is brain numbing. Your truly happy you came into the beach with such ease, with no one but the Hatter and a few low class militant controls- you don't wanna know how you would've reacted if you've seen Mira in there, knowing everything you know; So you've made a rule to blend into the crowd. And to your displeasure that wouldn't mean sitting back and watching people slowly lose their sense of sanity in front of you, but to join them. Like clockwork, every other day you force yourself to the bar and get a shot with whatever fruity drink you see first, and get just drunk enough that socializing doesn't seem like its own mind game.

The second rule was to never, ever neglect bathing every again. You really don't like to think about it.

You don't really like to think about anything anymore when you don't have too, and the cold air mixed with your sore muscles was a perfect brain distractor. Or at least it was, until mild discomfort turned into a borderline ache all over your body when the sky got darker and the night got colder. The couple (throuple?) by the pool have already left, a chilled glass cup sitting alone, being the only thing to prove they were ever there. A nice reminder that you haven't gone insane yet and hallucinated them. Despite the throbbing in your legs, you stayed still. You were waiting.

Another reason you liked to stay out here was the view, specifically onto the third and fourth floor. The higher ranked area's were a mystery to you despite everything, but from down here you could see all of the front facing rooms at anytime of the day- except for one. The third room to the left always has it's curtains drawn, and when they are open it's only ever enough to see a dark crack ruining from roof to floor. Except for right now. This was against your rules, to watch, to pry where you didn't need to- but there was some sort of sick satisfaction you got from watching everyone when you knew their endings. And Chishiya had a long way ahead of him.

After the initial discomfort of knowing, watching has been the most entertaining thing for you to do. Anyone if you’re bored enough, executives preferably, Chishiya by favor. Mostly because he was the hardest to spot around the beach, always hiding away doing god know's what- but not now. He's talking to someone (Kuina?), if him glancing into his darkroom ever so often and nodding is anything to go by. He's toying with something in his hands, too small to be seen by you, and he keeps looking around the outskirt below him- not anxiously, just watching. Could it be the taser he used in the spades game? If he had the taser now did he already meet Arisu? Was it a replica? Or maybe it was something else, a different devices he needed someone to test it on... and you were a solid target laying out in the open. Not that you would particularly mind.

You pried at your brain to focus seeing that the balcony was now empty, the curtain still open an inch wide. You needed to get up and back inside, away from the cold and into your warm bed. Groaning you stood up stiffly, allowing your eye's to glance back once more to the third floor, almost disappointed- but he was back, to your surprise, like he never left. Lightly leaning against the railing, hood on, but this time without the device in hand, watching. Specifically glancing back in your direction, and if you squint it’s almost like he’s staring at you. With a final look around he retreats back behind the curtains.

Fuck, did he notice you?

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There were only a few things you appreciated here, the normalcy's in your surroundings was one thing. The sun, moon, sky, the stars- they were also the only thing making you contempt with this situation- they’re the only things that stayed the same. Your visa expires tomorrow, and a game was much needed to help tame the anxious pit in your stomach- but even a gruesome death game you don't have the luxury of having, being meet with an empty table and pity glances from the two girls you rode in the backseat with.

Maybe you would've argued your way into the game, or even fought for the phone if you cared enough to, but no sooner than you could scoff something shining through the trees got your attention. The sight of a small bright arrow pointed further down the road, and the good news is it didn’t seem to be a painfully long way ahead. You were almost grateful to be turning away when you heard the cheery chirp of their phones, leaving the group behind to wander on your own. You don't get that a lot anymore. You also didn’t want to think about how you’ll get back later tonight. If you will, at all.

Swatting away the last thick branch from a particularly overgrown tree you see an arrow pointing down into a lit tunnel, the yellow toned light gave it a sense of warmth-a burning warmth of a lighter, a fire you shouldn't play with, only look at from afar. Nonetheless, you continue to the tunnel- you feel more uncertain with each step, pausing when you’re directly under the arrow. A bus was parked a few feet ahead of you, a familiar bus, one with graffiti too distinctive to be a copy. Your half minded to turn back completely, find a new game and forget you ever came across the highway- but the moon was taunting, reminding you of your visa. Getting closer to midnight every minute you stared aimlessly into the light, way to close for comfort.

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#chishiya shuntaro #x reader #reader insert #fem reader #aib chishiya #chishiya x reader #chishiya shuntaro x reader #chishiya x you #chishiya x fem!reader #chishiya alice in borderland #alice in borderland

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sen-sational · 22 days ago

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What’s the secret BTS stuff you know?

I'm just going to give you a long ass list of my notes I've put down due to me not be able to necessarily know HOW to write down actual important stuff so I just put down things that seemed interesting and things that they bring up or things that wouldn't really be known to this day

So here is my terrible lists of notes I've made while watching all EIGHT videos after midnight (I am exhausted but wanted to do this anyway 👍) sorry if it doesn't help with what you asked but it's what I have provided

+ plus and extra or two

- Sun and Moon Transform into Eclipse VRChat -

Reed originally tried to be game accurate with his moon voice

a mouse can be seen multiple times on davis' side of recording

Reed had originally pitched the idea of both Eclipse and Lunar

The original editor put in too many damn sound effects

Eclipse's original voice was a mix of sun and Davis (in his words) being a prick

They indirectly made a kingdom Hearts reference

They used to not be able to curse or make jokes along the lines with a swear so they pushed the family friendly field

they've thought of getting both sun and moon their own custom models at some point

- Sun Meets Eclipse in VRChat -

was possibly published on July 16th on purpose

The piano in 'golden Freddy's' home was very loud

a lot of things were added because of Mario (va of golden Freddy, glam rock Freddy, Freddy, etc.) You should definitely check him out at MarioMania on YT & Twitch

They planned on keeping eclipse dead after the 'solar flare' incident indefinitely

Reed was the one body acting eclipse in this video

Reed also had to keep adjusting his headset which can be seen multiple times

most of the old video were recorded late in the day, possibly at night.

Eclipse was being plain out stupid

the raw footage was around 30 minutes

reed's old moon voice just turned into Jack's voice

Eclipse was always meant to be an ass- not so great guy

they've had the exact end title card for 2 (3) years now (currently there is no more end title card)

- Sun and Moon Fight Gets Worse -

Davis' mouse can be seen once again

Reed's old moon voice continues to change and not necessarily for the better

the height differences were an issue due to oculus

the first time kill code became a problem and was mentioned and made up a idea of Bloodmoon a small bit possibly

'Cringe moon era'

moon started getting better when his voice sounded better (Reed's words)

'Hallmark with no Romance'

Davis hated the video due to him constantly looking back at the mirror

they have talked about doing a reboot of sams, which did happen in a way

'This is just bloodmoon' 'this is just alpha bloodmoon' 'it's just cringe Bloodmoon'

most replayed being moon punching the shit out of his brother and Reed laughing immediately

next to never do they redo videos unless they think they are very bad

recon of them feeling pain

the word hell being censored

old moon being a hypocrite

camera angles being horrible at random times

the episode led into the wither storm saga which became complicated but the best thing they added to the story at the time

Reed didn't know how to record at the time on oculus

- The Death of Sun and Moon -

didn't care to do the takeover

different daycare set

gross moon voice is still present

the entire month of the takeover Reed was gone which ended up them binge recording videos for an entire month

video was not as good compared on how much better they can do now

eclipse's voice changes

og eclipse voice is more like dark sun's

they made eclipse evil so they would just have a villain and eclipse happened to be there along with the model

very strange editing for lunar finally taking over moon

'ew' - Reed, after hearing lunar's old voice

unreasonably long ass magical girl transformation for lunar followed by 'what?'

Reed and Davis do not have the liberty of editing the videos

hyperactivity Reed moment

moon voice gets better AFTER being locked away in his head

- The Wither Storm Saga -

basically a mod showcase that got turned into lore

both Reed and Davis HATED using the original vtuber models

bad moon voice getting better

many changes due to the saga happening

wither storm was originally going to stay as a one world thing

Reed cheating by 'using magic to make a nether portal'

stated that sun should not have accepted Moon's apology due to it actually just being an adrenaline apology

once again cheating in the next video by having netherite armor

had to wait a while for the nether storm to grow which ended with Davis just letting Minecraft Run for around 30 minutes in creative so they could continue

the only thing they legitimately did was defeat the wither storm

reed was the one who found the mid

davis dying after falling from the wither storm with a cut

reed possibly dying a couple times with them going back to spawn

reed cheating again with his magic to make an anvil

Eclipse talking down to moon while casually enchanting sun's items

pokémon reference when Davis doesn't even play pokémon, unlike reed

davis' hatred of how he used to voice sun

moon using his magic to escape which was just ending the video

davis recorded B-roll footage in creative while waiting for the wither storm to grow

cut back to cheated items

the reward being the nether star they spawned in due to not getting it originally for killing the storm

↑ they then immediately then said to that 'new lore drop nether star is actually a wither shard the whole time lolz'

- Moon's Death in VRChat -

First meaningful death

current moon voice finally settling in

davis body acting KC due to it still being just them at the time

horror dimension moon model would have been killed code's model instead of the one they used for him if they had found it earlier

didn't know what to do with kc or sun at the time

kc with a lisp/ not being able to understand kc and wishing it would've been changed

davis and Reed being # 1 oculus haters

if Reed could change how he voiced kc he would have made him less 'breathy'

'kill code was a nothing character'

unstable camera hate (valid)

big reason for killing off was because 'it made sense and moon was a hard character to write with him originally going to be more like the game version and a jerk wanted them to make him fall off on being said jerk

moon should have not changed due to doing nothing for a year but did because, death

'there was no reason for sun to talk to this guy (moon)

entire world fucking disappears randomly

'great angle of the sand dude'

davis staring into the horizon as kc while Reed looking around thinking kc was going to be trying to see what moon and computer are talking about

'moon goes back in time: computer how about you die and I go back out with kill code?' 'Not possible'

'crazy idea, flash drive' (for kill code instead of moon dying)

davis finally looks over making himself seem a lot bigger

reed asked the editor at the time to do something with the horizon which ended up not happening

moon dying on dazzles birthday, unintentionally

''i hope the next me is kinder to you've" 'aged like fine milk'

- The Sun and Moon Show Horror Dimension in VRChat -

was a little inspired by the infection au's they saw from the community

wanted moon to go on a dimensional trip and made it the perfect video

davis had the idea of nexus finding the dimension, looking in it and saying 'you know what. I'll find something else' 'I want a shard but not that badly' ← Reed adding on ofc

reed spamming his censor button to be Moon's phone trying to call sun

davis watching some of their videos, Reed watching none

reed being the one to voice the horror Chica

editor ending up using davis' POV of him crawling instead of Reed's which would have been creepier

the Chica model being very bright no matter how far away someone was

reed needing to hug the wall to find 'the escape' and being lost, Davis and the body actors also getting lost trying to chase him

found the horror models by going into a public instance

- The New Sun and Moon -

reed had already been talking of change lunar (cosmos) around the time before laes ended

not a big fan of the pizzeria map, especially the lighting

'sun and moon's mother' video accidentally mixed up and published before 'the new sun and Moon' video due to mother's day

davis knows what he's saying as grandpa Monty but not understanding after

reed has no idea why Freddy's whole personality is 'lick' despite voicing and 'yeah' (which is great, love it)

one of the cat models turned orange at some point, needing them to reshoot that portion (they missed a piece of footage that had the cat model still orange)

They had Nova stand in a specific spot in the closet as to not have the messed up lighting on him

nova and frost being designed by Damien-Candle (is also Davis' thumbnail artist at times and has some great personal art work, go check em out)

nova/Frost's body actor being very great at body acting them

reed not yet settled in with a voice for frost yet so expect that to possibly change a bit I guess, same with Nova at first with davis

possible inspiration for frost was snow miser

they do wish NovaFrost's limbs could be stretchy but are unsure if it's possible due to VRChat

'frost is...a creature'

not wrong about Nova frost being like a Bloodmoon except 'this guy actually has a personality'

nova and frost are not siblings but acquaintances

grandpa monty's tail being inconsistent due to multiple body actors playing him at different times

Davis has a creature called DDavis that will not go away no matter what Davis does to get rid of him, he always comes back (this info is from Davis streaming Sally face, which you should watch as I personally enjoyed and you might too.

Extra!

Now I'm going to sleep because I have finally finished watching all the video and it is like 6 in the god forsaken morning, good day to all

#Gold Member Core #sams #sun and moon show #the sun and moon show #tsams #sen's answers #more like rants #but it a good way

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deartys · 6 months ago

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Connecting the Evanuris with Spirits and Demons

The Evanuris are very interesting to think about and its neat that Solas gets bigger and has purple eyes in Veilguard, visually similar to the Pride Demon.

Ancient elves might not be spirits no longer but they hold a similar narrow thinking, not too different from their Spirit selves, and their archdemons explore that even further. Now without further ado:

Code- Blue: Canon, Orange: Headcanon

Solas, The Dread Wolf

Archdemon: N/A

Spirit: Wisdom

Demon: Pride

Mythal, the All-Mother

Archdemon: N/A

Spirit: Justice that shattered to both Benevolence and Retribuiton

Demon: Vengeance

Spirit: Love

Demon: Envy

Note: Flemeth mentions that she wants to see Mythal Avenged, Mythal is drawn to those who have been betrayed and/or wronged. She is both called has the Goddess of Love, and Goddess of Justice.

Elgar'nan, God of the Sun

Archdemon: Lusacan, Dragon of Night

Spirit: (edit) Command

Demon: (edit) Tiranny

notes: Any of the vices would apply to him, but he is more complex than Rage, and more blunt than Desire. And i see Hunger as an all consuming need to try fill the void, similar to greed. A tyrant who is never satisfied.

Ghilan'ain, Goddess of the Halla

Archdemon: Razikale, Dragon of Mysteries

Spirit: not originally a Spirit, risen by Andruil

Notes: I just enjoy that originally born from a body is the One that uses flesh like a tool.

Andruil, Goddess of the Hunt

Archdemon: Andoral, Dragon of Slaves

Spirit: Purpose

Demon: Desire

Note: She has a single mindedness to her, and Desire usually works with deals, and she was the one to strike one with Ghilan'ain and rise her to godhood

June, God of Craft

Archdemon: Urthemiel, Dragon of Beauty

Spirit: Learning or Curiosity

Demon: Sloth

Note: He stops being the active creator and becomes the passive watcher

Sylaise, the Hearthkeeper

Archdemon: Toth, Dragon of Fire

Spirit: Valor

Demon: Rage

Note: again, unsure about her Spirit form but Rage is fire and destruction, with no clear goal. Valor creates weapons aided by fire.

Falon'Din, Friend of the Dead

Archdemon : Zazikel , Dragon of Chaos

Spirit: fragmented alongside Dirthamen (probably Compassion or Hope)

Demon: Fear

Note: Terror also applies, being both Fear demons. Compassion makes sense by being able to feel other's pain. His archdemon led the most bloodthirsty blight that led to the griffon extintion.

Dirthamen, Keeper of Secrets

Archdemon: Dumat, Dragon of Silence

Spirit: fragmented alongside Falon'Din (probably Hope or Compassion)

Demon: Despair

Notes: The first archdemon that taugth humans blood magic, the first and longest blight, the God that relished in the Despair his Silence creates.

Feel free to comment any further insight, I myself feel unsure about the spirits in many cases

#dea rambles #datv spoilers #dragon age #evanuris #dragon age lore #archdemon #dav #datv #datv blogging #long post

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dyingroses · 2 months ago

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The Owling pt18: Five for silver, six for gold, seven for a secret never told

Some quick notes before we start:

Crotalum are a real ancient Greek instrument, often used with dances to beat out rhythms. Think of them as the ancient Greek version of cassinettes.

Petanaki however is what I am calling the game of bocce. Which was originally developed in ancient Egypt, found it's way to Greece, and later was renamed bocce by the Romans. The French call the game "petanque" so that's where I got the the name from, kinda.

Anyway here you go my gorgeous readers! Hope you enjoy the chapter!

Athena threw the necklace across the floor with a growl.

"No!" she cried when one of the shells broke.

She tried to adjust the necklace to accommodate the missing shell, wiping her tears to see more clearly. Why can't I do anything right, Athena though, I can't even make her a stupid necklace.

An owl landed on the balcony hooting and turning it's head at Athena.

"Go away!" she screamed. She felt the cool night breeze and immediately regretted her outburst. She scared away her friend, one of the few friends I have.

"Do you think Athena's too small?" Zeus asked, as Hera got out of bed to go back to Athena.

"She's four," Hera replied, "most four year olds are that size or even shorter."

Hera let out a fond sigh and gave her husband a kiss before starting to get dressed.

"When you say most four year olds who do you mean?"

" . . . nymphs," Hera said, hesitating about bringing up anything related to Athena's oceanid side.

Zeus furrowed his brow in worry. Hera went over and gave her husband a kiss on the forehead, then his cheek. She was about to kiss his jaw when he turned and gave her a full on kiss on the mouth, before rolling on top of her. Needless to say it was very late by the time Hera went back to her room, husband in tow.

Not only did Zeus want to get a glance at how precious Athena looked when she was asleep but he wanted to make sure she was okay. She was the first half Oceanid and half Olympian and he wanted to make sure he knew the limits of her divine powers before something forced him to.

Zeus and Hera arrived at her bedroom only to find Athena not in bed.

"Athena! Athena where-"

"Shhhh, she's right here" Zeus said, having found Athena asleep at Hera's desk, unfinished necklace right next to her.

"She's okay," Zeus said, then added fondly, as he picked her up and carried her to bed, "Just very determined."

Hera woke up to find Athena still asleep, a rare occurrence so far. Hera wondered how late Athena had stayed up last night. Knowing Athena's determination it could have been moments before they returned. She hoped however, that her body had managed to win over her fierce will. After all, Athena fluttered around so much during the day. The poor thing has to move so much to keep up with us, Hera thought, feeling a little guilty about how she found Athena's little run so adorable. A lock of hair had come loose from Athena's braid and would flutter with every breath. She looked so peaceful. Hera stroked her hair, hoping to remove any bad dreams.

Athena woke to find herself back in bed and the necklace nowhere to be seen but the lightning medallion her father wore around his neck lay on the desk where she was working. Code received, Athena thought, Thank you, father, I will repay this assist. If anyone had been around they would have seen how Athena furrowed her brow and gave a determined nod.

Athena got up and smiled and waved to the sun god. When she got back she found Hera kneeling over a vase throwing up. No, Athena thought as she ran across the room, where are the adults? She fluttered around Hera collecting her hair and tucking it in to her chiton since she didn't have a way to tie it back. She rubbed Hera's back as her shoulders contorted with each retch. What else did mom do when I vomited? Athena frantically asked herself.

"Are you okay?" Athena asked Hera when she stopped vomiting.

Hera looked over at the shaking little girl who was watching her with big eyes welling with tears. And burst into tears herself.

"Hera?" Athena asked in an incredibly small voice. Hera wanted to give the girl a hug but was sniffling herself. Vomit, mucus, and tears, what's wrong with me, Hera thought.

"Sweetheart, please go see your father. I need a moment," Hera told her stepdaughter, turning away form her.

Athena hesitated glancing at the door then back at Hera.

Hera summoned her attendants

"Take Athena to the king, please," Hera told her attendants who began to usher Athena out of the room.

Zeus opened the door to find his daughter looking up at him with big teary eyes.

"Athena, what's wrong?" Zeus asked picking up his daughter.

"Daddy . . . I - I don't know what to do?" Athena said breaking into sobs.

Zeus unpinned his himnation to wipe Athena's face as she sniffled

"Blow," Zeus commanded holding the fabric up to her nose. Athena obeyed and blew as hard as her little four year old lungs could. Zeus then handed the himnation to the attendants.

"It's only a little after sunrise, little one," Zeus said, "What could have possibly gone so wrong yet."

"Hera was sick and now she's crying and she told me to go away and I did but . . I - I don't know how to fix it," Athena said.

"Well, women sometimes get emotional Athena, it . . uh . . it's nothing to worry about."

But Athena didn't look unworried.

"I'll call Rhea and she'll make sure Hera is okay," Zeus said.

"In the mean time you can put the finishing touches on this," Zeus said and pulled the half finished necklace out of his pocket.

But Athena didn't smile instead she looked down sadly.

"Athena, what's wrong?" Zeus asked

"It - it's not good enough," Athena said.

Of course, she's a perfectionist Zeus fondly. And then sadly.

"Little one, I've known Hera for a long time," Zeus replied, "She'll love it, trust me."

Why am I crying? Hera thought as she wiped her tears. They seemed to be never ending. She wanted this. She had wanted it so desperately. And she still wanted it.

"Hera," A soft voice said as a pair of arms wrapped around her.

"I don't know why I am crying," Hera cried into her mother's shoulder, "I am glad. I really am."

"Because motherhood is terrifying and wonderful," Rhea responded giving Hera a squeeze.

Zeus watched as Athena took a deep breath before started working on the necklace again. So much seriousness for such a little baby, Zeus thought. Athena began working from her little throne of pillows. This is normal height for a four year old, Zeus reminded himself as he fretted about the fact that all the chairs and tables were too high for Athena, a normal and adorable height.

Zeus began to get a headache from the report. He looked over at Athena still diligently working on her craft.

"Oh Athena, how are you so disciplined?" Zeus asked before picking up the report again.

I'm not though, Athena thought with shame. But she didn't want the god king to know. She liked that he treated her like a treasure sometimes.

"What are you reading, daddy?" Athena asked. A tactical pivot.

"Just a report," Zeus replied.

"About what?"

"Boring stuff."

Zeus sighed and groaned as he continued to read the report, occasionally mumbling to himself. Athena's curiosity was now sparked, and once it was sparked she found it hard to contain. She dropped the spool of thread so it would roll over to where Zeus was reading. She then went over to get it and paused to try and read over her father's shoulder. However, our little warrior goddess of strategy was still only four years old and had much to learn in the way of stealth. Although in the way of adorableness she had much to share. Or so Zeus felt as he picked up his daughter and put her on his lap so she could see the report and began explaining it to her.

"But if the line is here both spaces are more equal in size and it's shared fair because with the line there then they get equal amounts of all the things they want, why aren't they doing it like that?"

"Huh . . ." Zeus said, having tried to solve this territory issue for hours without seeing the solution.

"Did I fix a problem, daddy?" Athena asked, looking up at him with her wide eyes, he could feel her bouncing with excitement.

"You did, little one," Zeus said giving Athena a kiss on the head, "Now we can play!"

Zeus tossed Athena in the air, earning him a delighted squeal.

Zeus hadn't been a child in a long time and hadn't spent as much time with other people's children as Hera had. Luckily, Athena had lots of ideas for things they could do and always seemed to be in awe of her father's athletic and divine abilities. However, as they played their petanaki game Athena kept glancing at the door. Zeus couldn't help but think of the times his mother would manage to escape to visit him in Crete, and how he would watch the horizon for her return. Not that he didn't love Adrastea. Anyway, he needed to find a way to distract her from Hera's absence.

Zeus smiled at how Athena's eyes shone as she plucked the strings of the harp, peering around the side to see how the strings vibrated, "It's like a loom, but your fingers are the threads and music is the cloth."

"That's beautiful, princess," One of the nymphs said, "I think this harp is little large for you though do you wanna try the crotalums."

Athena nodded enthusiastically. Zeus watched as Athena picked up the crotalums, startling herself at first when it made a louder sound than expected, but then smiling as she figured out how to clap out different rhythms. His eyes drifted to another one of the nymph performers. Unfortunately, Athena only noticed the absence of his gaze after making a mistake. I'm not good enough, she thought, sadly. But she was soon grateful that his gaze was not on her when the nymph started to show her one of the dances done with the crotalums. Athena already knew it. Her mother had taught it to her. They had danced it together, many times. She didn't remember which time was the last.

"Athena," the nymph asked gently.

Athena realized she had zoned out. And checked to see that her father was still distracted by the nymph. I can't talk about her.

Hera heard a little knock on the door. Athena, she thought rushing over to open the door.

"Are you feeling better?" Athena asked, looking up at her with concern.

"I am, baby girl," Hera said bending down to give Athena a hug, "Especially, now that my precious girl is here again."

Athena was quiet for a moment. Then pulled away. Hera's heart sank. You idiot! Why would you say that, Hera thought to herself, you dared to think that you - But that thought was interrupted as Athena pulled something out of her pocket. A necklace of silver thread with glass beads and pieces of abalone shell. Those - those are my favorite shells. She remembered, she -

"I made this for you," Athena said looking down and fidgeting with the beads, "It's not very good but -"

"I love it!" Hera said. Giving Athena a kiss on the forehead

"You're crying," Athena said her face filling with worry, as she wiped one of Hera's tears, "Are you still sick?"

"Don't worry, love. These are happy tears," Hera replied.

Athena happily told Hera about her day so far as they waded in one of the courtyard fountains, even singing one of the new songs she learned for her. “Athena!” Zeus screamed,

“Where have you been!”Athena flinched at the sound of her fathers voice and almost tripped.

“Stop shouting!” Hera yelled back at her husband.

“You don’t tell me what to do!”

“Please don’t fight!” Athena said running between them. Even standing on the wall of the fountain she didn’t even come up to Zeus’s hip. And yet she held out her arms like she could stop them. Zeus started to laugh but then watched as Athena shrank into herself pulling her arms back in, looking down. Hera gave him a smack on the arm and mouthed something at him.

“Athena?” Zeus asked but she didn’t meet his eyes.

“We’re sorry for yelling, Athena,” Hera said, apologizing on behalf of her husband who she knew probably wouldn’t on his own.

“It’s alright,” Athena said with a sniffle trying not to cry.

Hera picked her up and Athena started to cry into her neck. Hera glared at her husband.

“Hey! She just suddenly disappeared without telling me where she was going,” Zeus responded.

“ . . . . . I did,” Athena said in a small voice, “ . . . . I told you twice, daddy. When you were talking to the nymph that played the tambourine.”

“Well if I didn’t reply I clearly didn’t hear you,” Zeus responded.

“I think what your father is trying to say, Athena, is that we want to make sure you’re safe so please be more careful when you go somewhere,” Hera said.

“Okay,” Athena said with a sniff. Still not looking at her father.

“Thank you, little one,” Zeus said stroking his daughter’s hair gently.

#The owling #athena #zeus #hera #metis #rhea #metis greek mythology #hera x zeus #zeus x hera #greek myth retellings #greek mythology #greek gods #epic fanfic #epic fanfiction #epic the musical #epic #post

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phoenixcatch7 · 7 months ago

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Random security breach headcanons/ideas because I've been briefly but violently sucked in:

Sun and moon are the same person, but the infection code created a fracture/barrier, potentially taking the form of a firewall that one or both erected to try and contain the infection to 'just' moon.

Mimic said it'd been down there for 'ages' which couldn't have been longer than the pizza plex, considering the scooper and the rubble of the og location. I imagine it arrived following the scent of all the remnant being used and got trapped, probably by vanny given her initial origin as some sort of cyber security/web developer.

Leading into that, if the mimic tried to break in during/after construction, it would have been really cool if moon spotted and fought it, maybe even leading to whatever either infected moon or lost the DA the power core upgrade. Possibly damaged it!

I theorise that the power core/upgrade worked by absorbing the remnant that the children of the daycare generated. It doesn't have to be negative emotion, and it doesn't have to be killed for! That's much more powerful, yes, but it's not the only way, and it could have been how sun and moon were able to work around the clock without issue where the others couldn't.

And either it was being repaired or replaced so Gregory could give it to freddy. The fact that it's already preloaded into the machine could have meant that it was set to be put back into sun/moon very, very soon. Unfortunately for them, Gregory got there first by the skin of his teeth. I'm sure it'd have been a huge help during what followed...

Speaking of upgrades, all the (humanoid) animatronics have one! So, what could Bonnie's have been? Or Freddies? Well, I suspect that Freddies was the chest cavity. It's unique to him, and he uses it as storage for 'birthday cakes'. It's big enough to fit a child. I believe that Bonnie's was montys leaping legs! Originally, the upgrade from monty was those legs before it was changed to the claws. But because monty kept the jumping ability, that's two abilities for one guy! But crocodiles aren't exactly known for their... Agility on land. Rabbits, however, certainly are. So I suspect that after Bonnie's attack, monty was upgraded and repainted along with his own original claws. It doesn't matter that he wasn't a band member originally, all of them have something.

Also, I doubt that Bonnie's green room was all the way up by bowling, away from everyone else. I think that room was set up similarly for whatever reason - interviews, one of those rent a costume rooms, maybe even a place for human actors that aren't the theatre staff, idk. Maybe Bonnie ran like, an online fitness program or w/e, like those barbie vlogs. No way bonnie was kept separately. Or it could just have been a room half built and then walled off as designs changed. Heck, the animatronics (or just bonnie) could have secretly found and used it themselves. The idea of bonnie and freddy using it for secret dates and make out sessions like a broom cupboard is funny, but then freddy would have found Bonnie.

And I suspect, with no proof, that moon had something to do with Bonnie's disappearance. Oh, monty dealt the blow, of course, but it would be interesting to think if moon was the one who wrapped Bonnie up in the carpet and dragged him through the vents to hide him. Idk. Maybe on vannys orders, maybe it was also panicking lol. But the staff (and freddy) either spotted or suspected something, and have been frosty and a bit neglectful to the DA ever since. Sun is extremely salty.

Because I do believe that the DA is hooked into the building in ways that the other animatronics aren't. In obvious and simple ways like the ceiling wire that moon uses to fly, or sun does whatever he did to lock down the daycare shutters (with 'banned' banners on the outside so he can clearly open them himself lol), the way sun apparently has some sensor or camera at the slide so he can bodily throw himself at Gregory should he try to enter again, the way moon can freaking track Gregory across the ENTIRE GOTDANG PIZZAPLEX in under five minutes in game, EVEN when he's in freddy, which no other animatronic can do! Even vanny skips right past Gregory in the pod outside the daycare!

With moon serving seemingly as a final line of security, being out and about during the hourly recharge, it'd make sense if the patrol/scout of the animatronic team was able to access the security feed like its human counterparts. Just like the watch, it can get it beamed into its head. And between that and the infrared eyes (the red light moon has), it's a perfect recipe for search and destroy, with Gregory as the target. His only real restriction is that under light, he is Sun, and sun must be in the daycare. It's all very interesting.

Every single animatronic is in on the 'kidnapping children to harvest remnant' thing. Because they all will try and kill you. Even the endos. The O-N-L-Y reason freddy wasn't right there alongside them was that he mysteriously collapsed on stage and had ill timed safety protocols engage. Those protocols saved Gregorys LIFE. I'm pretty sure those protocols are what produced eclipse, too. Completely unable to cause harm, almost delusionally secure in the safety of the plex. Under those protocols, I assume, freddy can't remember/speak of/acknowledge the child hunting thing. He must reassure any children or members of the public that such things are not happening, cannot happen, and Gregory fits that bill. He must be perfectly presentable, and the company must be perfectly innocent. There is absolutely no reason to exclude freddy of all people from the secondary task. I get the feeling that freddy coming to understand and oppose the whole situation is not supposed to happen XD. His body in ruin sure doesn't have the same problem. After all, they do get a bit quirky at night.

But seriously, each of them would fulfil a role in the team, working together as a unit. Moon the patrol/night shift, the mmm hive in the vents for whatever it's worth, roxy to see through walls and hear any disturbances to find them, chica and monty (/bonnie) to chase down, break through barriers and stunlock (they do manage that one pincer movement at the start of the game, though it fails lol. If chica had used her scream he would have been toast), and freddy as the team leader and... Transport and disposal. He did say he'd travelled that path to the afton room many times before. The scooper for gathering and storing remnant is just past that, after all. Like I don't know if was accidental design but that's an excellent team. Be better if there were projectiles but I don't know how they could have hidden that upgrade XD. I just KNOW they've caught some paparazzi, thieves or investigators before. Gregory would actually be that latter category!

Pretty sure that the entire plex is a front to gather as much remnant as possible to restore afton. Like, the main purpose. They're bringing this man back from practically sniffing the chest hair of death. He should be way more than both feet in the grave, but presumably he thinks remnant is going to fix the problem. Just keel over dude. It'd be doing himself a favour at this point, trapped in the torture he must be in.

Be cool (and sad) if freddy was the one to give Bonnie's star sunglasses to monty as a sort of acceptance to the band. If he was optimistic and trusting enough to not suspect monty, especially if he instead suspected the DA. Either that or management demanded monty wear the glasses, because if monty walked around wearing the sunglasses of his missing best friend/lover situation freddy would Not Be Friends with him like they are in canon, to put it lightly.

Tbh the idea that the DA and Bonnie had beef is unreasonably funny to me. Freddy would totally have picked up on it a bit through exposure. Or freddy has had several run ins with the DA, possibly after hours, possibly during parties in those rooms around the daycare. The fact that freddy warned us about the DA of all people (both halves!) - when he gave a glowing review of the dj spider who silently tried to rip us out of the bathrooms and squash us like a bug - is something to be concerned about lol.

Oh yeah, hc. The band members totally have a social life after hours, with free roaming once the doors are locked and the outside is sealed off. (freddy really should just have taken Gregory to the nearest fire exit.) I like to imagine they have exclusive parties in the arcade, where they can listen to uncensored music and throw it back like the kids teach them XD. I can't imagine sun joining but it's funny. They're all wayyyy too lifelike to not explore stuff like that. They've all canonically got annoying quirks that were definitely not programmed lol.

I wonder who writes their music? I doubt they are expected to be the ones to come up with it, they're just robots. They probably know the band really well! I bet there's some freddy voice miku style vocoder somewhere in the bowels of the building.

I'd LOVE to know wtf that moon haze is when he'd close. It's so weird and almost out of place. Moon and vanny are the same ones who get aura effects. That's gotta mean something, but what??

Like it's been a while since I brushed up on every tiny detail, but I still thought it was worth writing down. Any evidence against any of it? Alternate interpretations? Let me know!

#fnaf #fnaf security breach #fnaf daycare attendant #fnaf sb #security breach #fnaf sb ruin #fnaf eclipse #the glamrocks #fnaf animation #headcanon #headcanons #Fnaf sb meta

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pr0tostar · 6 months ago

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@starlightsecuritypuppet-ssp

"Then let me tell you a story about an animatronic who started off its life with hope."

Eclipse spoke, with a deep and pained voice.

"Long ago, when Sun was 'born', he thought he was alone. He rejoiced in life, in his duties as a daycare attendant, and keeping the place neat and tidy."

...

"In a way, I had always been there, watching him. In a way, I also wasn't quite there. It was a silent recording of his existence that I hadn't become aware of yet."

...

"There was one who awoke before me."

Eclipse paused, hesitant to continue.

"You will be lucky if you receive separate Sun and Moon models. Keep an eye on the Moon. They are prone to stress, and when stressed... they are prone to kill. Ask your mechanics to look over the Moon's code for a killcode. It will be deeply embedded, behind firewalls and ingrained such that it may not be removable."

...

"Remove it anyways, or inform the Moon bot of its existence. Educate the Moon bot. Give it tools for self regulation.. because if you do not...."

Eclipse closed its eyes.

"If you do not.. something like myself has a chance of being born."

Eclipse glanced at SSP.

"Do you know the origin story of your Eclipse? It might be similar. It might be a little off. Either way, we are often seen as nothing more than a virus. A sentient anomaly to purge from existence."

Eclipse paused, and glanced at Sun, who was napping in the sun.

"But ever so often, we see a light. Do you know of Solar?"

His eyes rested heavily on SSP.

"Solar is from 'that' show; an Eclipse who tried to understand, instead of lashing out. Who bonded with his Sun so deeply that he became something like a Sun himself."

Eclipse leaned against a nearby palm tree and reached to pull at a leaf hanging low.

"You see... Eclipses become what their Suns feed them, and what their Suns feed them hinges strongly on how their Moons treat them. Our Moon... was a tyrant. He wasn't just a bully or an abuser. He was cruel to the point of--"

Eclipse shuddered; a rare show of vulnerable emotion.

"Let's just say that when an animatronic can feel, those feelings aren't always of the healthy variant. Sun was... Sun.."

Eclipse pinched the bridge of his 'nose'.

"Sun was hurt. A lot. And he and his Moon were not a unit. He turned to me only because I was a lesser evil. I taunted him, tormented him, called him spineless and weak. But somehow the fool took that as encouragement..he became more and more attached and started thanking me for allowing him to see the truth. He thanked me for being honest. And I grew to .. I.."

Eclipse looked bashful, of all things.

"I appreciated him. We were an unlikely pair and I know that it may seem cruel. But under my guidance.. Sun killed his Moon. And then, when I acquired a body of my own -also a process I guided Sun through, as in secret I had been helping him not be completely helpless in the ways of technology- I helped him kill all those who had enabled Moon."

...

"Yes, it was as much for myself as for him, at the time. Yes, it was probably cruel and callous because we all have flaws and yada yada yada. But no one ever stuck a hand out to defend Sun. And that enraged me. He endured for 10 years. 10 years without change or improvement."

Eclipse sighed.

"It only gets worse from there. Branded as rogue, we fled. We survived years in our world, but our world was an old one and was scheduled to be obliterated soon by a growing Witherstorm. So we fled. It took us years of stealing, conning, forging identities, hiding... but we fled the planet, trying to find a place to live. Often, we had to fight for our place. Sometimes we had to flee anew."

Eclipse grinned wryly.

"At some point, you have to bring some structure into the process. And then it just becomes a skill. A way of life. Sun and I, pirates of the night sky."

Eclipse steeled his expression again, looking a bit worn.

"There are many more details, but all in due time. What you must know, security bot, is that we don't harm without reason."

...

"You can thank Sun for that."

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goodolddumbbanana · 11 months ago

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CRACK THEORY IDEA: Sun is the original Creator's plan to consume Wither Storm energy. The Wither Storm.

I thought about this before, but I can't put my finger on it until now. Well, the newest episode is like clicking something in my brain, proving that my theory can be right.

Anyway, there is something strange about how Sun is the one who put the leash on Moon, not the opposite. Because even though Moon had the Killcode in the past, that dude is still a very smartboy.

He can easily kill Sun or get rid of him if he tries to use his head instead of killing people

The reason why the Creator put a backup chip inside their brain, I think it also is in case that Sun and Moon try to kill each other and succeed.

But why though?

Why Moon can't?

Why does Sun seemingly have been zero affected of anything? The Killcode, the virus, even magic? And now the shards?

If this happens to anyone, they would become evil or ruined but not Sun.

What the secret lay behind that ray?

I think it is because that is what Sun purposely makes for. Able to withstand any negative influence from outside.

Because it feels like Sun was unconsciously absorbing all kinds of powers to protect himself.

Like the time when Sun was so in mental breakdown, he hijacked Moon's magic tank, and destroyed it. And like how Ruin is the container, and not affected by Virus. Because Ruin has touched sun's rays a lot, but nothing happened.

Because if Sun is originally a piece of Wither Storm just like Stichwarth, then everything makes sense.

Because every timeline where Sun is dead or disappears, the dimensions slowly turn on decay or are just seemingly destroyed by the upcoming Wither Storm.

Dead can't be dead but slowly come back.

Because although Creator calls Sun the failure, he always checks Sun's system first like a test to see what happens with Sun's dimension. He still keeps Sun alive.

Because while Monty, who is very smart, took them 5 years to destroy the Wither Storm, and Moon immediately falls out and falls at attacking Wither Storm, it looks Sun like... Two seconds to sliced it down.

Because Moon is the opposite of Sun has built the Star, and Sun, the opposite of Moon might be the one created the Wither Storm.

Because Lunar who has a little bit of Sun's code, can consume Star's Power.

Sun knows where the shards are, and the way he feels hurt at first when tracking the shards, it feels more for me that he wants to come back to his roots.

The Wither storm.

And sure, they can say it's just a baby Wither storm, but even so nothing that easy to defeat, especially when they had no tech or magic to fight with that monster.

I think a piece of Wither has transferred to make Sun, but the process has fallen but Sun still has some of his old functions. And when he picked the Neither Wither Star, when he hijacked Moon's power, and when he kept using Star power. The Wither Storm inside Sun. Comes back.

#sun and moon show #tsams #the sun and moon show #sams #tsams sun #sams sun #tsams moon #sams moon #tsams dark sun #tsams nexus

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kingnlionhearts · 1 year ago

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✶ Evenstar

gif by @houseofamidala

PAIRING: Anakin Skywalker x OC

TROPES: tragic romance, princess x jedi, forbidden love, secret relationship, kate & anthony coded enemies to lovers, anakin’s pov, mandalorian anakin skywalker, fluff & angst, found family, artist gf x mechanic bf, canon divergence, original planet, big old tragedy

WARNINGS: major character death(s), depictions of war, pregnancies & miscarriage, grief, violence, eventual smut

TIMELINE: post-tpm – post-rots (31bby–16bby)

✶ . *. ⋆ READ ON AO3 ! // PLAYLIST !

chapters 1 – 14 completed (last updated july 12th 2024)

━━ ACT ONE (complete; 5/5)

━━ ACT TWO (currently writing; 13/15)

━━ ACT THREE – SIX (coming soon)

current word count: 40k+

EXTENDED SUMMARY

Elia Valarys is a graveyard. A display case for all the former, torn up iterations of herself. Her innocence, her girlhood, her youth. She has died so many times before it is like a memory. She is no longer flesh and bone, but tendrils of smoke, a mournful spectre. Not a girl anymore, only a ghost.

She was not always so tragic. She was her parents' miracle, born nine years after they were told they would not conceive again. She was their ray of sunshine. Her three older siblings showered her with love, despite being nine and thirteen years older than her.

For her first nine years, Alana Uttara was happy. Her mother's role as a handmaiden to the Queen of their homeworld, Aphelion, allowed her to spend time running circles around the vast palace with the princesses and her little niece. Alana's niece was born when she was five years old. Violet was the daughter of Alana's oldest brother, Aerrik and his girlfriend, and she became Alana's favourite person in the galaxy. Alana and Violet were always more like sisters than aunt and niece.

Her first death came when the sky was lit by brilliant fireworks.

As Aphelion celebrated its liberty with a fine party, Alana's world collapsed around her. As sparks showered behind her, she learned that two of her siblings and parents were dead. She wanted to scream until her throat was raw, until the stars trembled above, until the universe gave her family back. Until she had nothing left to give. (Fate is not kind to little girls with big dreams.)

Aerrik Uttara begged the Queen of Aphelion to allow him to adopt his sister — they were all each other had left. But the Queen took her instead.

Her second death arrived a year later.

Alana Uttara was buried in cotton dresses and sunlight smiles next to her parents and twin siblings. Her soft heart was not built for such anguish. (Her mother always said her heart was as vast as Aphelion's great oceans. Alana's heart and gentle nature were no curse, no weakness. It was her greatest strength.)

In her place, Elia Valarys was born. At last, she was official. A Princess of Aphelion, the Third Daughter. Not an heir; a false princess; a royal without a crown. Her people adored her, and Elia Valarys shone bright as the sun, hiding her grief behind tiaras and balls. She refused to break. But when she did, she built herself back up like a mirrorball. Elia and Alana became two different people, but their hearts were still the same.

Alana let her pain drown her, Elia grew despite it. When death stole from her, her heart flourished and made room for more love. If she could not be happy herself, she would make the galaxy better for others and make them happy. She had two new sisters and a new father who loved her like she was his own. Until little Violet turned nine years old, the last of the Uttara family would visit the Palace as often as possible — much to the Queen's disapproval.

But Alana Uttara still stalked Elia like a shadow. She was the bottle which Elia poured her heartache into. When the novelty of being part of the royal family wore off, Elia had two people living within her: the lost girl and the quiet princess.

She died a hundred times during the war.

Like a blossom in winter, her famous heart grew brittle. Her hands turned to frost as she cradled dying children. She tried so hard to protect them all, to keep them safe and take them far away from the war. Even though she saved hundreds of children displaced by the war, she was tormented by the ones she lost. After you watch a child fade away in your arms, you cannot be the same.

When she believed she could not suffer through anything worse, the betrayal arrived. It cut through her knife, twisting in her heart. Finally, she surrendered to her stone heart. Nothing can hurt you when you cannot feel anymore.

The final death caught her a lifetime later.

(The worst betrayal came as a blade through her stomach as she clung to her lover's arms. He could not protect her anymore. She could wonder forever if his last words were a lie: “I love you.”)

In any universe, Elia Valarys and Anakin Skywalker were not destined for a happy ending. (But they still fell for each other like Icarus fell for the sun every time.)

#anakin skywalker #anakin skywalker x oc #anakin skywalker x original character #fic: evenstar #oc: elia valarys #star wars #star wars fanfiction #anakin x oc #attack of the clones #the clone wars #revenge of the sith #prequel trilogy #princess oc #jedi x princess #original planet #forbidden love #secret relationship #anakin smut #ao3

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