#and several apologies from moon and solar

[snowe-zolynn-rogers]

Ah yes, the best thing to do: Search someone’s diary and suspecting them of being a traitor while they’re busy being kidnapped and possibly maimed, tortured, or killed.

[bellofthemeadow]

Dawn Ends the Night | Chapter 6

Aemond Targaryen x FemReader (Dayne)

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Rating: M for Mature (18 + no minors allowed)

Word Count: 7.4K (longest chapter? My form of apology for the delay in getting this chapter out)

Warning: All warnings on the Series Masterlist, will update if necessary (Re-iterating, no minors allowed! Thank you)

Chapter Summary: You have been in the Red Keep for less than a moon's turn, and you are getting to know some members of your future family. Some are more agreeable than others.

Notes: If anyone is still out there and reading this, I want to deeply apologised for the delay in finishing this chapter. I honestly did not think that it would take around 6 months to finish this, but many things robbed me of my ability to write or to have any type of creative purpose. Chief amongst is that a fell down my stairs ending up in a severe concussion and just the thought of well, thinking and looking at my computer was horrendous.

After many check-ups at the hospital and having let some months pass, I feel like I am mostly headaches free + drowsiness free and I feel ready and super pumped about coming back on this platform and continuing this story.

I hope you all like this chapter, and thank you to all of you who are still here and to all of you who wrote me sweet messages, I opened the app for the first time in a while some weeks ago and they were a true warm hug for my heart 💚💜💚

Unto the story now, with loads of love xxx

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Family

Before your arrival in King’s Landing, breaking your fast had meant time spent amongst family, a time when you would gather in the quiet of the morning, exchanging words with your parents and brothers before the day’s duties scattered all of you like leaves in the wind. But now, amidst the towering spires and shadowed corridors of the Red Keep, since meeting Aemond, you have come to realize that the morning meal is all too brief. The moments slip through your fingers like sand, and you find yourself yearning for more—more time, more closeness, more of Aemond. More. You had become greedy since coming to the capital.  

You came to notice as each morning gave way to the next that as the crack of dawn slowly started to give way to the warmth of the morning sun, you would find yourself idly pushing strawberries or blackberries around your plate, and more slowly savouring sweet, honeyed cakes, all in a bid to delay the inevitable parting. You’ve also noticed Aemond doing much the same, pouring his steaming tea with deliberate slowness, chewing each slice of cured meat with thoughtful care. It brought a smile to your face each time, to think that he too wanted to delay the inevitable.  

But all good things must come to an end, and as you swallowed the last piece of fruit, inevitability settled over the both of you. The fleeting sweet tartness was gone, and you knew it was time, regrettably, to rise and face the demands of the day. You would bid the prince farewell, guiding him to your door, Perros’ gaze silently observing the scene. Today, instead of his usual parting words of soft promises, Aemond gently took hold of your hand, his touch tender as he examined the delicate shape of your fingers. Without warning, he pressed his lips softly against your knuckles, his whispered goodbyes a warm breath against your skin. Then, with a swift turn, he departed, leaving you with a lingering sense of yearning and the ghost of his touch upon your hand. 

 Even now, hours upon his departure from your solar and despite the cool morning breeze, you still felt overheated and no amount of pinching yourself was helping. The heat that had risen to your cheeks from his remarks lingered, persisting well into the morning. Every now and then, as you went about your morning duties, you would catch yourself thinking back to your conversation with him, the memory of his voice still echoing in your ears and the ghost of his hands still warm against your waist. And when you closed your eyes, you swore you could still feel the hard planes of Aemond’s chest against your soft breast. The unladylike part of you wished that Perros had not been with you in the room, and you wonder if Aemond was as dutiful as others made him to be – perhaps he could be pushed in the direction of your desires, with the right pair of soft hands of course, you giggle to yourself. 

For now, you enjoy the breezy air of the capital, lying on your back as you bask in the greenery of the royal garden alongside your little group. Gerris and Little Davos, who had not left your brother’s side since you brought him with you from Flea Bottom, played nearby with him and Heleana’s young twins. Your little retinue was scattered, with the younger ones running around with boundless energy while Heleana and you lounged lazily, letting the balmy afternoon sun warm your skin. You sighed contentedly, your fingers softly dancing through the lush, soft grass beneath you, the cool earth was a welcome contrast to the sun's warmth on your skin. 

You watch Gerris being tackled by Davos, their playful tussle drawing the attention of the fair-haired twins, who look on curiously, holding tightly onto each other. Perros let out an exasperated sigh, one that you can clearly hear from where you're lying on the ground. From the corner of your eye, you catch a glimpse of movement as the old knight begins to walk towards the boys, intent on breaking up their fight. His footsteps crunch on the soft grass as he approaches 

“Let them be, Perros.” You interrupt him, “It is good for Gerris to have a friend who does not care about his name. He needs someone who can truly play with him and who will care for him, the true bond of brotherhood, is it not?”  

Perros inclined his head, although he did look like he swallowed a particularly sour lemon, “Wise words, my Lady.”  

You watched as Gerris grabbed a handful of the rose bush, the flowers perfectly trimmed, and broke the thorny stem from the beautifully plump flower, discarding the petals and holding the long-crooked stem before him like a sword. He aimed his makeshift weapon at Davos, his eyes gleaming with excitement as he loudly proclaimed that he would defeat the evil sorcerer and protect the prince and princess, making the fair-haired twins giggle. 

You raised an eyebrow, “I do however draw a line at destroying royal shrubbery and I fear the gardener will take offence to us.” 

Perros charged towards the boys, who screamed at the sight of the towering knight and darted around, trying to dodge his grasp. Watching the chaos unfold, you couldn't help but smile faintly, a wave of nostalgia washing over you. Gerris let out a shriek that could very well shatter glass as Perros scooped him up by the armpits. The look of sheer betrayal that Gerris shot at Perros made both you and Heleana burst into loud guffas, startling the nearby servants. 

But then, heroic little Davos sprang into action to save his newfound friend. He charged at Perros, crashing into the knight's legs with all his might. The sudden impact made the older man stumble and loose his grip, giving Gerris the chance to wriggle free from his arms and dart to safety. 

It warmed your heart to see your brother so happy and to see Davos, who still looked gaunt in comparison to the rest of your group, gain color and a new twinkle in his eyes. You hoped, from the bottom of your heart, that both boys would build a strong bond of brotherhood and that both would grow to protect each other. This world is too cruel to go about it alone, you mused, thinking of Aemond and his missing eye.  

Circumstances had forced you to face the world alone until the birth of your baby brother. Yet, even after his arrival, his tender age prevented him from being a true companion, and your change in station only served to widen the gap between you, extending far beyond the simple span of years. The memory of Gerris's birth is still vivid in your mind—your mother laboring for hours before finally delivering a rightful heir. While the family rejoiced, you were enveloped in a profound sadness, grappling with feelings of inadequacy that wrapped around your heart like thorny vines, their grip unyielding and relentless. 

For months after Gerris was born, your mother, radiant with the joy of a smooth pregnancy and glowing with happiness at having fulfilled her long-anticipated duty, tried to coax you into bonding with your new brother, her eyes bright with hope. Yet each time, you deftly evaded her attempts, crafting excuse after excuse—he was too small, you were too clumsy, you could not stand his smell. Within you, a hidden bitterness took root, a silent resentment toward the tiny being whose very existence had overshadowed your own, solely because he had been born with a cock between his legs. You were left with nothing but a hollow cavern inside your chest. How unfair it was, you remember thinking, to have been born into one of the few Dornish great houses that still valued male heirs above all else. 

All that remained for you were your cherished books and studies. You clung to the hope that if they could not solve your predicament, they might at least offer some solace. One late evening, on a moonless night, as you delved into a dusty tome, a tale from the far North seized your attention. It told of a young boy who, consumed by jealousy of his elder brother's fortune, suffocated him to seize his crown and title. Horrified by this grotesque betrayal, a direct affront to the sacred teachings of the gods, you slammed the book shut, vowing never to revisit its vile contents. Yet, despite your resolve, the haunting words lingered in your thoughts, whispering of dark shadows and unfathomable acts deep within your soul. 

Some weeks after your brother’s birth, you were walking down the hall after your morning lesson with the maester. As you rounded a corner, the voices of two guards reached your ears. Their words still echoed painfully in your mind: 

“Have you laid eyes on the young master yet?” one guard asked, a note of excitement in his voice. 

The other guard grunted dismissively. “Not yet. I’m still on duty for the young lady. Strange one, she is. It's a blessing from the gods our lady finally bore a proper heir.” 

Chills ran down your spine, and your breath caught in your throat. Was that how everyone saw you? A strange girl unworthy of your family’s ancestral seat? As tears gathered in your eyes, you felt a sticky wetness on your fingers and realized you had crushed the inkpot in your grasp. You wanted to scream, to tear down the walls, to destroy something... or someone. How dare they dismiss you so easily? How dare they deem you unworthy? The urge to lash out, to make them feel your wrath, was almost unbearable. As you silently left the hall, the ink leaving a trail behind you, your mind wandered back to that Northern tale, and  

That very night, the castle lay shrouded in silence, broken only by the occasional groan of ancient wood, as if Starfall was holding its breath. Sneaking out of your room had become a nightly ritual, but tonight, filled with anger and bitterness, your steps carried you to the nursery door. An inexplicable force compelled you to push it open. Hands trembling uncontrollably, you eased the door ajar and peered inside. 

Inside, the gentle rhythm of the nurse's breathing was the only sound, the room bathed in the soft silver light filtering through gauzy curtains. You tiptoed closer to Gerris, the moon casting a serene glow over his cherubic face. Under the night’s tender touch, he appeared so different—not the usurper you had imagined, but simply a baby, innocent and unknowing. His tiny chest rose and fell with each breath, a fragile testament to life’s delicate beauty. 

Your heart tightened as the dark, unwelcome thought crept into your mind once more. "I could just... but no, that's monstrous," you silently reprimanded yourself, the words a desperate plea for sanity. The sheer horror of the act you had momentarily considered struck you like a blade, cutting deep into your conscience. The gods-forsaken book had planted seeds of madness within you, but as you stood there, looking at your brother’s peaceful slumber, you realized the true depth of your error. 

To harm this innocent, to extinguish a life that had only just begun—it would be a sin beyond redemption, a betrayal of everything you held sacred. The realization washed over you, leaving you trembling. Gerris was no enemy; he was family, bound by blood and destiny. The thought of causing him harm was an abomination, a dark whisper from the abyss that you vowed never to heed. 

As tears stung your eyes, a soft coo interrupted your turmoil. Gerris, now awake, was looking directly at you, his eyes wide and curious. There was no accusation there, no awareness of the storm of emotions he had unwittingly caused. Just a baby, reaching out. His smile, wide and guileless, seemed to pierce through the shadows that had gathered around your heart. And when he wrapped his tiny fingers around yours, something shifted within you. 

 "I'm sorry," you whispered, not sure to whom you were apologizing—Gerris, for the dark thoughts, or yourself, for having them. He gurgled happily in response, as if to say he understood and forgave you. 

It was then, in the quiet of the night with only the moon as your witness, that you made a silent vow. "If I cannot be the Lady of Starfall, then I'll ensure you become the greatest lord this castle has ever known. I'll protect you, teach you, be your guide." The words felt like a balm, soothing the raw edges of your soul. 

Gerris's grip on your finger was his silent pact, a bond sealed under the watchful eyes of the stars. From that moment, your path was clear. You would stand by him, defend him, and love him unconditionally. 

You were brought back to the present by youthful giggles infusing the air with joy. Gerris and Davos darted around the garden, leading young Jaehaera and Jaehaerys on a merry chase, their innocent games painting smiles on the faces of the two kingsguards who were tasked with watching your small group. 

Beside you, Heleana sat with the grace of a princess, in her delicate hands, she cradled a praying mantis she had found earlier in her explorations. With curious eyes, she was inspecting its slender legs and vibrant green body. The tiny creature, for its part, seemed unperturbed by the princess's scrutiny, perhaps recognizing the gentleness in her touch and that she would not hurt him. 

Aemond's book lay abandoned by your other side, its pages awaiting your return. You had started the day with the intention of devouring its contents, to lose yourself in the tales of dragons and the heroes who rode them. Yet, the sun's gentle lullaby had other plans, drawing you into a state of blissful lethargy. Like a cup overbrimming with sweet honey, you felt yourself grow slow before succumbing to the warmth of the sun, your eyelids growing heavy with the promise of sleep. 

Sprawled upon the ground, you felt like the old cat who had been stalking the walls of Starfall when you were a girl, always indulging in too much cream, basking in the afterglow of satisfaction. "I could get used to this," you mused silently 

Heleana was thinking aloud, curiousness painting her sweet smile, "This mantis is significantly larger than the ones I usually encounter. They're typically small enough to fit comfortably in my palm, but the legs of this one are sprawling out." 

You cracked open an eye, shifting your gaze towards the green critter still nestled in her grasp. Indeed, it was an impressive size, you thought.  

"Do you think the weather could be influencing its size?" you ventured closing your eyes again. 

Heleana blinked, seemingly taken aback by your sudden interjection, as if she had momentarily forgotten your presence or hadn't anticipated a response. 

"In what manner?" she queried curiously; you could feel her eyes settling on you, making you squirm like you were one of those bugs under her inspection. 

"Well, back in Starfall, there was one year that was particularly mild. The days weren't scorchingly hot, and the nights were warm with a gentle breeze. It was one of the most pleasant periods I can recall," you began, just the memory of those sweet breezy nights, holding Gerris by the hand as you made him look at the stars was enough to make your heart grow within your chest. "During that time, the old cat that roamed the grounds would bring in notably plumper mice. I remember asking our maester about it, and he suggested that the favorable weather allowed the mice to forage more freely and evade predators with greater ease." 

Heleana hummed at your explanation but did not contribute.  "Or perhaps," you added, a playful grin curving your lips, "this mantis simply enjoyed too many honeyed cakes at breakfast." 

With no response from the princess, you wondered if Heleana had even heard your musings or if you had been talking to yourself. However, before you could dwell on the silence any further, a gentle pressure on your right hand, resting on your belly, pulled you back to the present. Alongside, a slight weight settled next to you. Curious, you opened your eyes to find Heleana had cozied up beside you, her presence a comforting weight next to you.  

You softly squinted at her, "What happened to your mantis, Heleana?" You said while gently squeezing her hand in yours. 

"I've decided to test your theory," Heleana announced with a determined grin that brought a smile to your face. "I want to see if Tarrax will grow even larger if she spends more time in the garden." 

"Tarrax?" you echoed with a chuckle, amused by the very mighty sounding name she had chosen for such a critter. 

Nodding, Heleana explained, "Yes, I named her after a Valyrian god. She's mighty, larger than any other mantis in all of King's Landing." 

"A fitting name, indeed," you replied, smiling down at Heleana as she shyly returned your gaze. "You know, Aemond is quite knowledgeable about our history, perhaps more than anyone else in the family, save for our father and uncle. You should ask him to share more with you." 

"Later," you said, waving off the idea with a hand, content to enjoy the present moment. "Right now, I'm spending time with my new sister." 

"Sister?" Heleana's eyes lit up at the word. 

"Of course," you affirmed warmly. "As Aemond's future wife, that makes you, my sister." You then added, with a conspiratorial smile, "And I must say, your company is far more pleasant." 

Heleana's cheeks flushed with a rosy hue. "I've always wanted a sister," she admitted softly. 

You hesitated before broaching a delicate subject. "What about Princess Rhaenyra?" you asked gently. 

Heleana grew quiet, her voice a soft murmur. "I guess she is my sister by blood, but she never really showed she cared about me, or anyone else in my family. I remember, as a child, she would sometimes brush my hair, but then, suddenly, I was no longer welcome in her chamber. Mother mentioned something had happened, but nobody ever explained it to me."  

She sighed, a hint of sorrow in her voice. "They all think I'm too naive to understand. You know, they say when a Targaryen is born, the gods flip a coin..." Her voice trailed off, laden with unspoken sadness. "Everyone seems to have made up their minds about how my coin landed." 

Your eyebrows drew together, a frown forming as her words sank in. Gently, you rolled onto your side, maintaining your hold on Heleana's hand. The sudden closeness seemed to startle her; your noses were almost touching, allowing you to catch the faint, sweet scent of apples that seemed to emanate from her skin. Offering her a soft smile, you brushed a stray silver hair behind her ear. Heleana possessed a beauty distinct from her brother's. While Aemond resembled a statue crafted by divine hands – all sharp lines and smooth angles, with an angular jaw and eyes sharp as a predator's – Heleana radiated a softer, more sweet charm. Her face was round and gentle, her lips glossy and inviting, her eyes wide and innocent.  

"You shouldn't heed others' words, sweet Heleana," you whispered, making sure your voice carried a soothing warmth. It was the same tone you used back home to soothe the skittish kittens that hid in the corners of the castle.  "Though our acquaintance has been brief, it's clear to me that you possess exceptional brilliance and kindness, virtues all too rare in this world in my opinion." 

 Heleana's expression turned forlorn. "I'm not as smart as Aemond," she lamented. "My High Valyrian is mediocre at best, and I don't share his affinity for books." 

"We each have our unique strengths," you reassured her, glancing towards a rose bush where a delicate butterfly had alighted. "Tell me, which would you say is superior: Tarrax or this beautiful butterfly?" You nodded toward a beautiful green and pink butterfly softly chittering near the roses. Heleana looked before turning back to you, her faces inches away from yours.  

Her brows knitted in confusion at the comparison. "It's difficult to say... They're both quite remarkable in their own ways." 

"Exactly," you affirmed, a smile spreading across your face as you squeezed her hand gently. "We all differ, yet each of us holds intrinsic value. And you, Heleana, are a splendid butterfly."  

Heleana's smile lingered, but soon her eyes glazed over, taking on a distant, unfocused look as if she were peering into a world unseen. Your concern deepened at this sudden shift. "Heleana, are you alright?" You tried to look around for help, but you could not move, entranced by her glazed look.  

Yet, she offered no reply. Abruptly, she rose, her grip on your hands tightening. Her voice, when she spoke, carried an eerie cadence, "The dragons dance above the lake. The lake welcomes them both to rest. The faces watch on in wait, happy their land is thus at rest." 

Her words, cryptic and haunting, hung in the air between you like an unspoken curse. The sudden intensity of her gaze, now clear and piercing, seemed to penetrate your very soul, stripping away the pretense and exposing your deepest fears. It was as though she could see through you, beyond the garden's tranquil facade, to a vision that only she could discern. The leaves rustled softly in the breeze, yet their gentle sound felt distant, overshadowed by the chilling weight of her words. 

"Heleana, what happ..." Your question hung unfinished in the air, cut short by a stern voice that seemed out of place amidst the garden's tranquility. "My princess, my lady," called Ser Criston Cole, the annoyed title of his voice suggesting he'd rather be anywhere but here. Perros, looming just behind him, had his arms crossed, his brows furrowed in a manner that clearly communicated his readiness to intervene should the queen’s favored Kingsguard step out of line. 

"Ser Criston," you greeted with a polite smile, attempting to dispel the unsettling echo of Heleana's words from your thoughts. "To what do we owe the pleasure of your company?" 

You could swear you saw a sneer on the knight’s face "The queen requests your presence, my lady, Her Majesty wishes to discuss the wedding arrangements with you." You couldn't help but swallow nervously at the mention of the queen. 

"May I accompany you?" Heleana inquired, shifting her penetrating gaze from you to Ser Criston. His annoyed stance softening upon Heleana’s words, ser Criston offered her a gentle, albeit somewhat strained, smile. "I'm afraid the queen wishes for some privacy with her future daughter-in-law, my princess." 

Heleana nodded in understanding, then looked back at you 

 "I'll remain here with the children until you return." 

You couldn't suppress the smile that her words brought to your lips. "Thank you, Heleana, and Perros," you added, turning to address your guard who looked like he wanted to pummel Cole into the ground, "please stay here and look after them with Heleana. I'd feel much more at ease knowing you're here to ensure their safety." 

Perros looked like he wanted to argue, but seeing your hard gaze, he simply nodded his head before shooting Cole a cold look.

Rising to your feet, you brushed down your skirts, the soft, gauzy purple fabric slipping through your fingers. Almost immediately, Gerris bounded over to you, "Where are you going?" he demanded, a hint of a whine coloring his words. "You've barely played with us!" 

You chuckled, reaching out to tweak his nose affectionately. "You've been darting about all afternoon, young man. You can't expect me to keep up with that pace! Stay here with Princess Heleana." His face fell slightly at your words. 

"Do you really have to leave now?" he pressed disappointingly.  

"Here's a deal for you," you offered, a conspiratorial glint in your eye. "Promise me you'll help Davos look after the twins, be good for Heleana, and I'll read you both an extra story tonight." 

Gerris's mood brightened instantly at the prospect, though he couldn't resist swatting away your hand from his nose with a playful huff. Then, with a bounce in his step, he returned to the small assembly of children. 

"You'll need to guide me, Ser Criston. I must admit, the vastness of this castle still confounds me," you said, offering a light-hearted smile that went unreturned. With a small bow to Heleana, Ser Criston turned sharply on his heel and began to lead the way toward the castle's heart. 

You hastened your steps to keep up with the Kingsguard, mindful not to let the hem of your dress catch beneath your feet. Matching the pace set by the imposing figure clad in white armor proved challenging; his stride was long and unforgiving, his focus squarely ahead, seemingly indifferent to whether you managed to keep up. 

Seeking to puncture the dense silence that enveloped you both, you ventured, "I've heard you hail from Dorne, Ser..." 

His response was brisk, clipped. "No. Only my mother was Dornish." 

"I see," you murmured, the silence resettling heavily between you. After a moment, you tried again, "Have you ever visited Dorne yourself?" 

"Yes, during the War of the Dornish Marshes." 

The words landed heavily, making you inwardly cringe. It seemed everyone in King's Landing bore some grievance against your homeland or its people. Lost in these thoughts, a question slipped from you, unbidden, "You bear no fondness for me, do you, Ser? May I ask why?" 

His stride faltered, a clear sign your words had hit a mark. Turning sharply, Ser Criston's gaze bore into you, his eyes narrowing as he scrutinized you. "You'd like everyone to believe you're the epitome of innocence, wouldn't you? The sweet, unsuspecting girl caught in the machinations of her family and her kingdom. But we both know that's far from the truth." 

You felt your jaw tighten, anger simmering beneath your calm exterior. "There is no scheme," you retorted, your voice edged with frustration. 

Ser Criston's scoff was a harsh, grating sound, echoing mockingly around you, taunting you with its disdain. In two swift strides, the knight advanced, his towering presence suddenly overwhelming, making you acutely aware of your smaller stature. As you peered up at the Kingsguard, you swallowed nervously. Should Ser Criston wish to bash your head against the nearby wall, he very well could. And no one would come to your rescue. You were completely alone in this dark hall, and even if you were not, who in their right mind would dare oppose a knight of the Kingsguard? The protector of the queen, no less. The cold stone walls seemed to close in around you, the flickering torchlight casting ominous shadows that mirrored the fear gnawing at your insides 

Leaning closer, his voice dropped to a menacing whisper, "I've encountered a girl like you before – she believed her status absolved her of decency, she would be content to watch the world burn for her own gain. I won't allow you to follow in her footsteps and hurt this family.” 

You managed a tight swallow, nerves tingling at Ser Criston’s words. "Whoever she was, I am not her," you asserted, trying to sound more confident than you felt.  

Ser Criston paused, his eyes drilling into yours as he weighed your words. "We shall see," he finally said. With that, he turned on his heel, the air hitting your face, before he started resuming his march toward the queen's chambers, leaving you to scramble in his wake.  

As you trailed behind Ser Criston, your pace quickened to match his stride, and your gaze found itself locked on the stark whiteness of his helm. A thought fluttered through your mind, delicate yet persistent, "What womanly shadow has fallen across this knight's path to make him distrust women so?"  

Men always had a way of making their problems every woman’s burden, and in a place like King's Landing, a city where trust is as scarce as shade in the Dornish desert, such mistrust could become lethal. You were no naive ingenue, however; Dorne, for all its beauty and warmth, was no stranger to the same games of power and deception that seemed to animate the heart of the Seven Kingdoms. The corridors of Sunspear had echoed with whispers and schemes, and you had learned early that the veneer of civility often masked a ruthless struggle for dominance. Here in King’s Landing, the stakes were higher, the players more cunning, but the game remained the same. 

Nevertheless, this information about the knight lodged itself in a part of your brain. Information was power and understanding the pains and loyalties of those around you could be as valuable as any sword or magical dragon. To know the mind is to know how people can be used, and Ser Criston might one day become a very valuable piece on your cyvasse board if it ever comes to it.  

As you arrived before the imposing door, the glowing tower etched into the dark, polished wood stood as a solemn sentinel, marking the entrance to the queen’s apartments. Ser Criston knocked twice, each rap sharp and curt, echoing through the stone corridor like a distant war drum. A moment later, the soft, velvety voice of the queen bid you both to enter. Her words, though gentle, carried the weight of authority, wrapping around you like a silken noose, drawing you inexorably into the bedchambers. 

Queen Alicent sat upon a plush green chair, her velvet gown clinging to her figure with elegant modesty. The seven-pointed star necklace embraced her throat, a symbol of her devout faith. She looked rather put out, her fingers absently scratching at one another—a nervous tic, no doubt. 

The three of you regarded one another in heavy silence, the air thick with unspoken words. It was Queen Alicent who finally broke the stillness. 

“We won’t be needing you, Ser Criston,” she said, her voice floating through the room, rich and velvety. Ser Criston bowed, his deference directed more toward the queen than to you, and then retreated, leaving you standing awkwardly before your future mother-in-law. The very thought sent a shiver down your spine, an unsettling notion you constantly tried to push aside. 

“Your Grace,” you began, dipping into a low curtsy, your back as straight as a sword. “You wished to see me?” 

Alicent’s smile was a marvel of diplomacy—warm yet calculated, inviting yet commanding distance, like a sword draped in a beautiful green silk. You could not help but admire such a smile that must have taken years to develop “Indeed, lady Dayne. Sit, please." She gestured to a round table nestled next to the balcony. As you take a seat, Alicent snaps her fingers and servants starts to pour ruby liquid into your glass  

“I hope you like Arbor Red; there is no finer wine in all of King’s Landing, we import it directly from the Reach” Queen Alicent remarked, her voice carrying a subtle note of pride as she gestured toward the goblet on the table before you. 

You smiled hesitantly, the corners of your mouth twitching with uncertainty. “Arbor Red is hard to come by in Dorne. I shall savor this, thank you.” 

The wine’s deep crimson hue caught the light, promising warmth and richness. As you lifted the goblet to your lips, the queen's eyes never left you, her expression unreadable, a mask of courtly grace that concealed the thoughts swirling beneath. 

“I pray you are settling well into your new home, Lady Dayne?” the queen inquired, her tone polite but her gaze sharp and assessing. 

“Everyone has been very welcoming, Your Grace,” you answered diplomatically. “It might not feel like home yet, but I believe it could one day become so.” If these walls could never replace the sand of your homes, at the very least could become the only home you needed.  

“Hmmm,” said the queen thoughtfully. “I was quite young when I left Oldtown with my father to come to court. Although, at the time, I could never have imagined I was to be married to the king.” Her words held no trace of love, only a bitterness that cut through the air like a knife. “It was a great yet unexpected honor, of course.” 

 Your heart tightened at her words. You would have thrown yourself off the high walls had you been in Alicent Hightower’s place. At the very least, Aemond was your age, not a decrepit, sick old man. 

“Of course,” you said, gulping a bit more of your wine. You should slow down. You would need all your wits about you to survive this conversation with the queen. 

“You must be wondering why I asked you here today.” 

“It has crossed my mind,” you admitted. 

“I want to talk to you about your future with my son.” 

The words ‘your future with my son’ echoed in your mind, the taste of Aemond’s mouth on yours etched upon your very soul. “I’ve heard of your morning meetings,” Alicent mentioned casually, though a note of reproach lingered in her tone. 

Your heart raced as you forced a calm smile. “Aemond and I have grown quite fond of each other, Your Grace. Our meetings are a way to strengthen our bond as future man and wife.” 

“Indeed,” the queen replied, her eyes narrowing slightly. “Fondness is all well and good, but the court watches everything. Your actions reflect not just on yourself, but on our house.” 

The noose was slowly tightening around your throat, “I can promise you that Aemond never did anything untoward that could bring shame to himself or to your family.” 

“I should hope so, Aemond is not one to share his thoughts freely however. The queen lamented. It seems that you have made quite the impression.” 

You couldn’t help the soft smile that danced on your lips. “He is a man of deep thought and great feeling, Your Grace. Our conversations have become a cherished part of my day.” 

Queen Alicent's eyes, once stern, now softened just a touch. “It is good to hear that Aemond has found someone who appreciates him for who he is. But remember, fondness must walk hand in hand with duty. Our lives are not our own; they belong to the realm.” 

“I understand, Your Grace,” you said, inclining your head respectfully. “I will uphold the honor and dignity of our house.” 

“See that you do,” the queen replied, her voice carrying the weight of both warning and hope. “In King’s Landing, alliances are as fragile as spun glass, and one misstep can shatter everything.” 

You sighed softly, relieved that the queen’s words had been relatively mild. If that was all she wanted to convey, it was quite manageable. Nothing too bad. 

“However,” the queen continued, her voice taking on a harder edge. You lifted your eyes to meet her piercing gaze. 

“See that you remember this: Aemond’s loyalty will always be, first and foremost, to me and to his family. No matter how many threads you spin, how many lingering glances you throw his way, Aemond is my son before he becomes your anything. Do not think you will sway him to the winds of your mind. Aemond will do what we tell him to, always. Remember these words should you ever need to remind yourself of your place in this castle.” 

Now this you could not let pass. “With all due respect, Your Grace, I would hope that Aemond, as my husband, and I share the same wishes and aspirations. Is this alliance not to unite Dorne and the royal family as one?” 

The queen looked crossly into her glass, and you noticed it was quite empty. Interesting. You would have thought that a woman as pious as the queen would not indulge in drink, especially given how she reprimanded Prince Aegon at every opportunity. 

“Then make sure that your mind is always aligned with his interests and the best interests of this family. You will not like the alternative, I am afraid.” 

“Is that a threat, Your Majesty?” 

“Not a threat. I am simply explaining a fact. You were not there when the other boys teased him in his youth. I was the one whose shoulder he cried upon. I was the only one who cared for him when he was robbed of his eye. Me, not my father, not Viserys. Me. Do not think that your presence nullifies all that I have done for him.” 

You clenched your golden goblet, the ruby red wine as vivid as the fury in your eyes. Just as you were about to retort with your own biting words—though not the wisest course of action—a sharp series of knocks erupted at the large door. 

The queen raised her hand, and one of the guards waiting at the entrance opened the door, revealing none other than the man in question. Aemond entered, his expression stoic, though the wild look in his eyes told a different story. He seemed to sense the tension in the room immediately, his gaze flicking between you and his mother. 

“Mother. My lady,” he greeted, his voice a careful mask of calm. 

“Aemond,” Queen Alicent replied suprised at seeing her son at her door, but her tone softening slightly. “I was discussing the upcoming wedding with your future wife. We were thinking of green with little accents of lavender for the colors.” 

“Hmmmm,” was Aemond’s answer. “Purple is also an honored Targaryen color. Ensure it is visible to honor both my bride and my blood.” 

“We must show unity in this wedding, Aemond. You cannot think to—” 

“I would like to borrow Lady Dayne, Mother, if that is all,” Aemond interrupted smoothly. “I should like to think that color schemes are not the most crucial element in demonstrating the unity of our family, hmmmmm. My lady?” He extended his arm to you. 

You scrambled to reach it, curtseying and softly uttering a thanks to your future mother-in-law before hurrying to Aemond’s side. Together, you left the queen’s solar, Aemond leading you with a grace that accompany his stoic and princely air. 

As you both walked through the halls, you glanced at the strong profile of your betrothed. By the gods, he was handsome, as if carved from marble itself. 

“I hope my mother was not too harsh in her words to you. For if she was, I will have words with her,” Aemond spoke without looking at you, his shoulders tense, his back rod-straight. He flexed his sword hand, as if yearning to grasp the familiar dragon pommel for comfort. 

Without a word, you gently placed your palm in his clenching hand. At the sudden contact, the prince stopped in his tracks and finally turned to look at you, his whole being softening. 

You raised his hand to your mouth, placing a soft kiss on his palm. The warmth of his skin against your lips sent a shiver down your spine. Aemond moved his hand to cup your cheek, the touch gentle yet firm, and you smiled contentedly, nuzzling into his palm as if it were the safest place in the world. 

"It does not matter what your mother said. All that matters is that you know I will always be on your side, regardless of what happens. The rest is superficial. As long as you believe in me and I believe in you, all will be well." 

Aemond's thumb softly stroked the apple of your cheek, sending waves of warmth through you. His touch was both tender and reassuring, a silent promise of his support. "I feel like we do not know each other enough to speak of each other so," he murmured, a hint of uncertainty in his voice. 

“Not close enough? Do you caress the face of every lady in this castle? If so, I will be rather cross,” you teased, a playful glint in your eyes. 

“Do not say such things, you know there is but you,” he replied, his tone earnest. “Although your manners have a way of confounding me, I feel like I was waiting for you. I think you were owed to me,” Aemond softly admitted, doing his upmost to not avert your gaze.  

You tensed at his words. “Owed?” 

“For my eye,” Aemond said simply. “After all that the gods took, I was owed something wonderful, my lady.” 

“I am not sure it works like that,” you replied, your fingers grasping the shirt of his dark green, almost black, leather riding coat. The rich fabric was cool under your touch, a stark contrast to the heat of the moment. 

He leaned closer, his breath warm against your skin, carrying the faint scent of the Arbor Red wine. “Perhaps not. But it feels right, as if fate or the gods have finally given me something to cherish.” 

“Is this fate you speak of the same that led you to rescue me from your mother’s inquisition?” you asked, trying to divert the subject. The softeness and eagerness of his words were bringing out some feelings in too quick a fashion. 

 Aemond looked momentarily sheepish. “I suppose it was not fate, for I went looking for you in the garden. Helaena told me where to find you, and I grew worried. I will not let anything happen to you, my lady, whether it be from my family or anyone else.” 

There was a sincerity in his voice that made your heart ache. You studied his face, his sharp features softened by the candlelight of the narrow corridor, you tugged him to a nearby alcove, hidden from prying eyes.  

Aemond looked startled, but did not take his eyes away from you, while you bit your lips, looking into his lone eye pensively.  

“I would never ask you to choose.” 

“I know. But I would choose you regardless.” 

“Aemond...” 

“Come now.” Aemond's hand slowly slipped from your face, his touch a whisper against your skin as he traced the line of your soft neck, down your sharp shoulder, and along the curve of your arm. His fingers entwined with yours, warm and reassuring, tugging you gently forward. “I want to show you the books I mentioned this morning.” 

“But Aemond, it will be the evening meal soon. I will not have time to go back and change if we go to the library now.” 

“Then we will have our meal in the library.” 

You arched a brow, a playful smile tugging at your lips. “I am not sure that is proper.” 

“Hmmmm, good thing I am the fearsome one-eyed prince, and no one would dare go against my words.” You liked it when Aemond was playful, you decided. It was a nice contrast to see the teasing quality alight his one eye against the smooth stoicism of his otherwise marbled face. 

“Except your mother. And your grandfather. And Ser Criston...” 

Aemond tugged you harder, a smirk playing at the corner of his mouth. “Quite the jester you are. If you would rather eat dinner with my family...” 

“No, that is quite alright,” you said quickly, a singsong quality to your voice. You matched his stride, but your smile drops slightly when you noticed something on his surcoat. 

“Aemond... is that blood?” 

Aemond looked down at his leathers, then brushed his hand over it as if the specks of blood might disappear with a simple gesture. 

“Do not worry, my lady,” he said, his voice calm but evasive. 

“Aemond, what happened?” 

“ ‘tis nothing,” he replied, his tone reassuring but his eyes betraying a hint of something darker. “Just a minor incident. Nothing for you to concern yourself with.” 

“Aemond...” you began, your concern evident in your voice. 

“Come, please. I would cherish the chance to show you my childhood books,” he interrupted gently, his eyes pleading for you to let the matter rest. 

You sighed, feeling the weight of the unspoken words between you. “Alright... keep your secrets then.” 

“I promise it is not as bad as it may look. Do you trust me?” he asked, his gaze unwavering and earnest. 

You so wanted to. Despite the unease gnawing at you, you smiled softly. “Lead the way, my prince.” 

Aemond's face lit up with a rare smile devoid of the dragon sharpness you had come to associate with him, as he tugged you in the direction of the library. The tension of the moment began to fade, replaced by the warmth of his presence. The flickering torchlight cast dancing shadows on the walls, and the quiet rustle of your combined footsteps echoed through the hallways.  

Looking at Aemond’s strong back you thought that you would find out eventually where the blood came from. Ghosts are patient creatures, after all. 

Next chapter

[krsnaradhika]

In which I narrate the story of the Syamantaka jewel rather quickly.

Roughly five thousand years ago, in the auspicious land of Aryavarta, when the pseudo emperor wrecked havoc upon the Yadava tribes— there came a savior who uplifted their melancholic spirits. Fighting off Jarasandha seventeen times, during the eighteenth ambush, Krishna: the sole surviving son of Devaki and Vasudeva, took his kinsmen to the safety of the sea.

The thalassic city of Dwarka as it was named, the one with numerous gates was the capital of the Yadavas. There lived a prosperous merchant named Satrajita. He had the gem Syamantaka, and a gem among women for his daughter— Satyabhama. Several springs back, while offering his dawn worship to the solar god, he had found her in a gigantic lotus bloom floating on a pond.

Now, it was when the Syamantaka jewel went missing that the merchant lost his senses, clouded by roaring vexation.

“This! This Vrishni prince, this Krishna of notorious mien has stolen my property which was a blessing from Suryadeva!” Satrajita shrieked, fixing a furious gaze at the dark-complexioned lord who had arrived at once when he heard of the unfortunate incident. Krishna gaped at him incredulously, wordless at the pang of emotions that hit him like the celestial Vajra. With his signature grin robbed away, he shook his head ever so slightly, war-like shoulders sagged in sadness.

The father of Satyabhama continued his lament, “He had come wishing for the Syamantaka to be submitted in the treasury. Surely I turned him down, for it belongs to me. Now he took it away by force when his vanity was injured!”

Behind the slightly parted gates of her residence stood Satyabhama, aghast and devastation written on her golden visage, oddly mirroring the turmoil of the accused. An emptiness swirled in her chest and she staggered a step, never knowing when her knees would give in.

The lotus born was not a stranger to the kingmaker. She knew him like the back of her palm— like the rains know petrichor, like the constellations know the moon and how the sun is wont to the seamless ether. She’d admire him from a distance, barely in touch but so much in his mind, Krishna could never truly shake off her orphic presence.

All her dreams and all his exuberance shattered at the wrath of Satrajita.

“Father, you sent Uncle Prasena to the eastern forests with the gem, didn’t you?” Satyabhama strode into the privacy of her house, turning the heads of her extended family along with the beautiful dusky prince. Her eyes pooled with fury driven tears and she turned her head down, ashamed by the shock in her father’s eyes and found him let down by her gall. But how could she let go of her strong sense of justice?

Prasenajita, the brother of Satrajita and Satyabhama’s uncle was known to be fond of hunting. Since not many days, neither him nor the gem were heard of.

“The jungle is guarded by the king of the bears, the immortal Jambavan. I apologize for the humiliation, Your Highness. I’m terribly sorry for my transgressions against you too, father.” She hastily brushed away her tears and swallowed the guilt gnawing at her throat. Her parents were rendered mum by her demeanor, known to maintain dignified silence unless not spoken to. She was immensely self respecting and knew her strengths— but this was something not envisaged.

“Be victorious in your pursuits. I must take my leave.” And she marched into her chambers and shut the doors in a frenzy, cursing at her stars.

Taking his cue, Krishna set off to find the jewel and clear his reputation. Even the common folks were influenced by the senseless words of Satrajita and eyed him with suspicion, him who had earned a venerable position for his clan in the political dynamics of the subcontinent. But he was known to steal butter back in his boyhood days, and old habits die hard.

Krishna’s ilks who had accompanied him in his quest, returned from the frightening jungle. However, without him by their side.

For twenty-nine days and twenty-nine nights, Satyabhama neither knew rest nor sleep. Her thoughts would often drift to the ignominy of the man she had come to love and the dejection in her father’s eyes. She tossed and turned on her bed all night, haunted by all sorts of morbid possibilities. “Why did you pit me against my own father, Gauri Maa? Will you not protect the marital serendipity of Princess Rukmini who has left everything and all for him?” She wept afore the mother-goddess presiding over the local temple, never knowing how to face the first wife of her beloved. Am I the root of her sorrow? I shouldn't have led him to his doom. The wretched thing isn’t worth the dust of his feet.

On day thirty, His Highness made a grandiose reappearance. Darker and gleaming like winter eventides, brawn and glorious in the same vein as that of rain clouds— Krishna came, like an elixir upon barren earth, with the Syamantaka tied around his nape in a flower festoon and a new wife in his arms. The woman was about as tall as him, if not more, which was surely a lot. She had the complexion of blue water lilies and embodied the goddess of the forests, Aranyani. Like Seeta would follow Rama and like how Rama would be fond of his bride, Krishna and the woman casted coy glances at each other. Satyabhama added two and two to find she was Jambavati, the daughter of Jambavan.

Prasenajita had been mauled to death by a lion and the beast was vanquished by Jambavan, who had then acquired the jewel. Nearly two moons of a brawl later, Krishna had defeated the bear king and revealed to him that he was the Raghava Jambavan had aided in the previous era.

Satyabhama knew neither envy nor dismay. All that mattered was Krishna being safe and sound, and happy.

Dwarka clamored in bliss once again, echoing the chants of the god incarnate’s name. People fell at his feet and he patiently made his way through them, making them rise again and beaming their way. Eventually, he reached the palatial foyer and formally greeted his family and friends.

Satrajita mumbled endless apologies, bowing to the usually gregarious youth who was going beet red in shame at the wallowing of the merchant. Elders weren't supposed to be belittled so, Krishna believed.

“Please- this is the least I can do, son. I have falsely tarnished your image when—”

Krishna shook his head, the opal diadem with a fluttering iridescent feather the only thing adorning him. He was ethereal through and through, the ocean of compassion. “I cannot have your gem, Arya. It should be under your protection. I have never desired it for myself. Besides, this is not the best jewel that you have.” He turned to glimpse at Satyabhama who gaped blankly at the trio— Satrajita, Krishna and Jambavati.

The bear princess winked at her. I know your secret, her mischief seemed to articulate.

“In that case.” Satrajita took his daughter’s crimson painted palm in his own and led her entranced self to the kingmaker with a flute. “You may have the best one, Vaasudeva. You are the only one I deem competent to have my true fortune. She has guided my maligned mind away from the dark and brought me undying glee. My sweet child Satyabhame, do you consent to this marriage?”

Flustered, she nodded in affirmation and her bridegroom gladly looped an arm around her. Rukmini circled the veneration platter around the three of them, a broad grin splitting her gentle face.

Reverence softened his lotus eyes and he whispered to her, slightly leaning to her side, as if praying for Devi Lakshmi to grace him, “Welcome home, Bhame. I could never not have wished for your hand in mine.”

[nova--spark]

Earth 101 : A Manual for the Visiting Cybertronian

Chapter One : Planet Earth

Planet Earth is located within the aptly named ‘Milky Way’ galaxy, as the humans liken the hazy starlight to ‘spilled milk’ [ See: Earth Fuel/Foods ,Earth Phrases for more information ]. A young star system in comparison to Cybertron, the planet of Earth is located in what the humans rather creatively called the Solar system, as their measurements of time are based on the rotations their planet takes around the center of their system, a star they call the Sun.

They appear to regard it as one of the main factors for life capabilities on Earth.

Earth is the 3rd planet from this Sun, and is in what humans call the 'Goldilocks Zone' [See: Earth Fables and Folklore for 'Goldilocks' definition.] , resulting in its capabilities for sustaining life.

Earth has only one moon orbiting itself, and is not a large planet, but still one of impressive accomplishments, being the only planetary body in its system which hosts any form of life at all.

Earth is a planet rich in water, as an impressive 71% of the planet is covered in dihydrogen monoxide, also known as H20, or commonly referred to by the native humans as water. 

Astoundingly however, the majority of this water is not able to be used by the population as sustanence due to the large part of their seas being salt water, which in large quantities is harmful to the populace.

The Earth is divided into several continents, which they populate, save for a handful which are so cold that no human in their right mind would inhabit.

Editor’s Note: It appears this information was flawed, as human scientists have in fact resided in the Arctic and Antarctic on months long expeditions in sometimes sub zero temperatures that would be harmful if not for their fortified shelters in these cold enviroments.  Why they would do this remains wholly confusing to our own kind, as such temperatures are deadly if exposed for too long.

Within these continents, various countries exist, which are populated by various organic beings, but the majority being human cities or colonies which vary in levels of technology and density of population.

Most impressive about Earth is the biodiversity, as its entire planet houses various forms of weather and ecosystems.

Earth can go through various types of ecosystems, ranging from calm forests, scorching deserts, freezing tundras, lush rainforests and jungles, and even entire cavern systems below ground, and amazingly, there is a report of an entire cavern in a secluded area of the planet, which created its own weather system of a sort. A fascinating show of how wondrous this planet can be.

Our Maximal and Eukarian natives have often stated that the various biomes of Earth remind them of their own home worlds and other planets that they had visited eons ago, which has offered a comforting reminder for some.

Terran flora can come in a great and numerous variations.

Flowers who grow and blossom for a mere few hours, and trees whose height far surpasses that of any regular Cybertronian, and could rival that of Combiners or a smaller classed Titan. Terran flora can also be quite vicious, as there are many a poisonous plant that exist and can harm humans if used incorrectly in medicinal and even casual usage such as cooking.

When asked how humans determined which plants were safe to eat and which were not, the method of 'trial and error' was the most recognized, despite the fact this meant the possibility of grievous harm to their health.

It is truly a miracle how humans survive such a deadly and dangerous planet so easily and calmly, though human media suggests they are quite heroic in survival matters.

Editor’s Note: I have been informed that the 'heroic propaganda' cited above is what is known as action movies, a common pastime and entertainment form on Earth. Apologies for this error.

Equally impressive however is the existence of flora who in fact hunt, consuming insects rather than photosynthesizing for survival. The plants are small but it would appear that some can capture quite large [for human standards] bugs or even small animals if they are the correct size.

That said, though we are of great stature in comparison to Terran fauna, please do not feel inclined to challenge the native wildlife.

Many a Cybertronian medic has had to repair dented frames from foolish mechs and femmes alike who did the following :

Gave chase to predator species in an attempt to scare them off. Result : Scratch marks and punctures of claws 

Fought undersea wildlife, primarily sharks who in self preservation tactics, would bite and leave teeth imprints and even teeth themselves on a mech's plating.

Said undersea incident also resulted in the tangling of seaweed and kelp within said bot's joints.

Bots who attempted to befriend wildlife instead would also be met with hostile reactions at times. This is a reminder that a real wild bear is not the equivalent of the toy known as the 'Teddy Bear'. Real bears will attack you. 

There are animals who have tusks and horns as defensive features to their bodies. These will dent and at worst, puncture your plating or even through your frame. 

Do not attempt to pet the bison/buffalo. They look friendly. They are not.

No, predatory species known as the 'big cats' are not in fact like regular domesticated household pet cats. They are not friendly.

Wolves are also not the same as household dogs. Approach with caution. Or don't. Please.

Birds of many varieties like to collect 'shinies'. We apologize to those who are stationed in the continent of Australia, as the species known as magpies are particularly vicious. 

Reinforced plating is advised for those visiting the particularly wild nation of Australia. All Australian wildlife in general appears to be particularly deadly in some capacity. 

Though small in size, bugs will splatter on windshields in your vehicular form. No, it cannot be prevented. We advise regular trips to the human creation known as a 'car wash'.

Rather interestingly as well, Earth’s native flora and fauna sometimes resembles Cybertron’s very own, just in organic manner. This could be due to the fact that centuries ago, Earth was one of the many worlds which Energon hoards were stashed till the planet itself began to grow its very own after the prolonged exposure.

Editor’s Note: Things have been revealed that this editor will simply say…they explain a lot more now.

A LOT more.

To be explained perhaps in another section of this field guide/manual to your cohabitation on Earth.

However, Earth does very clearly differ still from our own home, as it is as stated before, organic in nature, and its iron, steel and other metals are found deep within the Earth, not like on our world where they’re so clearly topside in comparison. Earth manufactures its metals, wiring, and other technological components, which are otherwise not found naturally.

Earth also, despite having Energon, doesn't use it as a fuel source, instead it will use oil, most commonly petrol, electrical currents and in some bizarre cases, even use nuclear power to power various forms of human settlements.

Editor's Note: As it seems, humanity is actually unaware of what Energon is despite the planet being quite rich in its deposits. 

They appear to not have the technology to even detect it, deeming it as, in the words of one of our allies 'Just another pretty thing to look at'. Absurd by our standards, but we do not judge for their inability to comprehend the importance of it.

Despite this, Earth has been trying for roughly a vorn, to transition to alternative power sources, such as solar power, kinetic energy like that of the air with their windmill turbines, and even using organic matter of various kinds to attempt to form alternative fuels.

These endeavors are well documented and admirable, as their main source of fuels, aptly named fossil fuels, are in fact, the liquidized form of the planet’s previous inhabitants known as 'Dinosaurs' ,which went extinct many many centi-vorns ago.

 [See: Cybertronian-Earth interconnections : Dinobots for more details. ]

This concludes the introduction to the basics of the planet Earth’s status.

Any and all queries related to further information of the Earth’s composition, atmosphere, and otherwise related geographical information, please direct them to the author appropriately so that your query, dear reader, is properly answered with dutiful knowledge and understanding, to help your fellow Cybertronian!

[thorns-and-rosewings]

Does ruin REALLY acknowledge that he hurt nexus mentally with the whole solar dying and 5,000 dimensions being wiped off the grid? I mean I COMPLETELY understand why. But dude, ruins gone through hell in his dimension and didn’t even bother to tell anyone about it. He just showed up in the canon, unintentionally causes chaos, brings back two dead villains, tried to kill sun and moon with a literal BOMB. He did ALL that for what? Distraction of course 😒, he didn’t even had the virus and he needed some distraction to keep his plan in motion. Ruin will take it a bit as mercy for nexus for treating the way his creator did, but yknow I bet when ruin killed 5,000 dimensions, he was put in room for weeks unable to anything but talk, then he escaped then got bloodmoon to team up again to have bloodmoon get revenge on Monty by kidnapping earth, after that went down, he made a deal with dark sun to work for him and then was put under the foot by nexus, he probably really appreciate the irony that the whole arc that was caused was intentionally his fault.

(I'm assuming you mean for the Asylum AU, if not I apologize for the AU based answer and you wanted one for Canon ^^;)

In Asylum AU, Ruin is very much aware that he played a part in Nexus ending up in the situation he now finds himself in. For that yes, he does have SOME pity on him. He is never physically cruel to Nexus beyond being rough with him when he's being forced into a straightjacket. But to be fair Nexus is fighting and it takes multiple nurses to actually get him into the damn thing. But while Ruin can acknowledge that he played a part, he knows that he wasn't COMPLETELY responsible. Nexus had a mountain of issues that were always festering just below the surface of his soul, it was just extremely unfortunate how this happened. But Ruin is also someone who carries a cold hard grudge. And he's angry that Nexus went into his mind, mocked his suffering...

For that, Ruin views himself as just repaying Nexus's cruelty in kind...

But in regards to his actions, how he single-handedly destroyed 5000+ dimensions... Nexus actually played a role in 'cracking' him a bit. Forcing memories of his nightmarish past that he had long buried back to the surface. He made Ruin relive some of the worst moments of his life and due to this, he's been having nightmares. Questioning himself... Waking up in tears, riddled with guilt and even in his truly steadfast belief that he did the right thing, he's not fully able rationalize it.

In the AU he's moved in with Doctor Eclipse and is sharing a bed with him. But his nightmares are a semi regular thing, where he wakes up from all of these nightmares and night terrors in tears and shaking. Doc Eclipse is very aware that there is something that Ruin is not telling him, which Ruin has confirmed. He does tell him that he has a secret... A terrible secret... That he will tell Eclipse. Just, he has to wait until he can face it and that won't be for a while.

Eclipse understands that Ruins got some skeletons in his closet. He'll wait to hear the story when Rue can tell him.

At some point, the anteater does start to devour Ruins nightmares, giving the small bot a break. Realizing that it's the anteater helping him, Ruin thanks it one morning before Eclipse is awake. The creature makes eye contact with him, then lifts up it's paw... Something that doesn't look like an anteater paw at all, being far closer to a bears paw, only larger. One lined with claws that are several inches long and as sharp as knives and it begins to tap them in a manner of a person looking at someone who is annoying them.

The action seemed to carry a wordless but very real threat...

Ruin gulps, getting the feeling this thing definitely knows WAY more than it should... And assures it, he will tell Eclipse the truth. He just, needs a little more time. The anteater taps it's claws one final time before seeming to nod, then walks off to go sleep on the couch.

What Ruin WANTS is to just leave the past in the past and not think about it. But sooner or later he's going to have to bring it up again and. How Doc Eclipse will react is something he can't predict.

He can only pray he is understanding...

[hezzabeth]

In this part of the story we are introduced to the concept of cousin siblings. We are also introduced to clone ethnic minorities. By the year 3856 A.D human cloning is common and legal in many parts of the solar system. Two centuries prior in the year 38337 A.D clones were given equal rights on Mars, the moons of Jupiter and the Pacifica Empire. Sibling cousins are cousins who happen to have clone parents. Twin cousins on the other hand are people whose clone parents reproduced with another set of clones. A clone ethnic minority are a group of people who descend from a single cloned person. The Bun clan for example descends from nine clones. By the year 3856 A.D the inner system census documented 23,000 members of the Bun clan. They are well known for their ability to speak to plants and their unique hair in different shades of pink.

"Is that the famous Lilyfield summer home? I read about it in my travel books!" She said with an eager whisper to Mrs. Bun.

"Oh yes! The flowers are open, which means the summer social season is on! They'll host a big ball for Apple day tomorrow," Mrs. Bun smiled.

"She wasn't like this before, she was acting all weird and prickly at the telehub," Revati whispered to Brigadeiro.

"Maybe she had a concussion? One time I had one, and I bought two dozen cupcakes, and then I smashed them all over that wall," Brigadeiro replied as they scooted past a pond and onto grass that appeared to be made of real gold.

Brigadeiro was pointing at a house perched right next to the golden grass lawn. Unlike the fantastic homes they had passed, the building Brigadeiro was pointing at was thankfully ordinary. The walls were painted bright white with navy trimmings. The space station's false holographic "sun" was beginning to set behind the pointy roof. Next to the house, there was another similar building, this one surrounded by a crowd of people.

"And that building?" Pauletta asked.

"Oh, that? That's just the family house," Mrs. Bun explained as they pulled to a stop. The crowd of people had all gathered around outdoor tables covered in platters of food.

"It's more than a family home; your mother would love this! Our house is almost three thousand years old," Brigadeiro explained, helping Revati out of the cart.

"Three thousand years old, shouldn't this place be in a museum?" Revati asked, staring at the house. Actual historical buildings from old Earth were rare.

"This place was built in Australia in the year 1810 by a sea captain who hunted some sort of monster called whales! It was called Collingwood House," Brigadeiro explained as several family members descended upon them.

"And now it's here? How?" Revati asked, completely shocked.

"When the space station was first opened, it had a museum, and this was part of it! Then when my great-grandpa got cloned, the Mill family gave him this place as a reward," Brigadeiro explained, ignoring all the relatives who were frantically asking him about the terrorist attack.

Within seconds, Revati found herself jostled and pushed away from Brigadeiro.

"Sit! Sit," someone shrieked, and Revati found herself sitting down at one of the tables. Two old ladies who almost looked like twins were sitting down fanning themselves. Their grey-streaked pink curls were pinned under massive yellow disc hats, and they were wearing matching yellow dresses.

"So you're the Martian then? I'm Auntie Saffron," said the old lady to the left with a birthmark on her nose said.

"Mars has over forty-six countries and territories; calling me 'the Martian' is like calling someone 'the alien,'" Revati replied, looking down at her bowl. The meal on it appeared to be some sort of savory stew garnished with apple slices.

"Hah, she has you there! I'm Auntie Magdalena! I have to apologize for my sister-cousin; she thinks us being the oldest family members gives us the right to be rude," the second old lady smiled.

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"Cousin sister?" Revati had to ask after taking a mouthful of the stew. The stew filled her mouth with earthy, spicy heat.

"Our fathers were clones who married clones, genetically we're sisters," Auntie Saffron said, studying Revati as she ate. "You can handle my daughter's gumbo; I thought it was far too spicy," she remarked.

"It's spicy? Really? Most food on Mars can melt through carpets when you spill it," Revati shot back, and Auntie Magdalena cackled.

"You're not going to scare this one off easily. I heard she saved Bridgadeiro's life three times," Auntie Magdalena said to her sister-cousin.

"Actually, we're up to five times. He fell into a ditch two months ago, and yesterday a hairdryer tried to strangle him," Revati admitted after drinking some apple.

"A hairdryer! Bubby! You never told your parents about that," Auntie Magdalena shrieked as Bridgadeiro sat down next to Revati holding a plate of muffins.

"Well, I was a bit distracted by the enemy attack and getting Revati here," Bridgadeiro replied.

"I don't know why your parents keep letting you run off to Mars! I've tried to discuss it with my nephew, but he keeps insisting you're an adult now," sniffed Auntie Saffron.

"I'm almost twenty-two! Also, I told you I need to complete three months of field research on a terraformed world for my doctorate," Bridgadeiro replied.

"Surely you must have finished it all by now! I thought once you inherited this place you'd be back," Auntie Saffron whined, raising a snooty eyebrow.

"So! What do you do?" Auntie Magdalena asked Revati, yelling over her sister-cousin.

"Do? Well, right now I'm eating..." Revati pointed out.

"She means what do you do to earn money; people ask that here a lot," Bridgadeiro said.

"Oh! I follow a ghost haunting an android about on her quest to find her long-lost daughter, who's also my sister," Revati explained, taking another spoonful of gumbo.

"How interesting! And where did you go to school? I heard that New Singapore has many fantastic universities," Auntie Saffron remarked dryly.

"My mother and her partner educated me in an abandoned Victorian doll museum," Revati replied, glaring back.

"Your mother educates you? So you don't have any vocational training?" asked Auntie Saffron.

Revati dropped her spoon on the table, staining the tablecloth.

"Before the appliance war, Revati's mother was a history teacher at one of the best schools in her country, and she's written an entire book about the appliance war," Bridgadeiro said, grabbing Revati's hand. "She did the best she could. Before Bridgadeiro came along, none of us could leave my home without risking freezing to death," Revati explained.

"Freeze to death? Really?" Auntie Saffron asked doubtfully.

"Yes, and if you were lucky to have a tent for protection, you still ran the risk of getting kidnapped by a wasteland gang," Revati added.

"That's how Revati and I met! She saved me from a group of actors that were going to kill me in a play," Bridgadeiro added.

"My word! What an interesting life your little friend leads!" Auntie Saffron drawled, and Bridgadeiro nodded towards their hands.

"She's far more than a friend, Auntie Saffron," Bridgadeiro replied coldly, and Auntie Magdalena giggled nervously.

"Why don't you go take Revati to the desserts? Your Mama is serving up her Tarte De Maca," Auntie Magdalena asked, gesturing to another table.

Was Bridgadeiro far more than a friend? It was a curious thing to consider. First of all, Revati only considered a few people, such as Aurora, Little Hardi, and her favorite feral child, as friends. Now that she thought about it, she had never slotted Bridgadeiro neatly into that category.

There were nights when he visited her on the road. Cold nights when the android switched herself off to charge, and they huddled together under a blanket playing Buggle on down. Nights where the game often ended in a way it never did with her actual platonic friends. There were warmer days where the android was waiting in some distant city for a new DNA trace. Revati and Bridgadeiro would wander the streets together, Bridgadeiro pointing out a particular rare plant. One time a band was playing music, and her head dropped against his head as they danced. Of course, it always ended the same way. The Android would detect a sample of Dityaa's DNA, and they would head out. Bridgadeiro would pack up as well and head back to his university. Sometimes he sent her messages. Sometimes she didn't hear from him for weeks. And then came the Diwali with Margarine.

Despite all that, she hadn't been able to file him into his proper place. Instead, he floated about in her subconscious, occasionally popping up in strange dreams.

Mrs. Bun gave her a sympathetic look as she handed Revati a plate. Vanilla, who was standing next to Mrs. Bun, shook their head with a knowing smile.

"Was Auntie Saffron bullying you? She made me cry three times during my first Apple day," Mrs. Bun said, handing another plate to Bridgadeiro.

"She brought up me coming back, then she called Revati's life interesting and referred to her as my little friend," Bridgadeiro said.

"Oh dear," Mrs. Bun winced, her cheeks flushing red with embarrassment.

"Don't worry, Auntie Saffron referred to me as Barley's coworker at our wedding," Vanilla reassured Revati.

"She called me the housekeeper at Bridgadeiro's color day," Mrs. Bun winced.

"And you just put up with that? If anyone spoke to me that way back home, I'd stun them until they smelled like fried hair," Revati remarked, glaring at Auntie Saffron.

Auntie Saffron merely waved at their table with a heavy-ringed hand.

"Stunning people is illegal here; it's a form of assault," Bridgadeiro explained.

"Is it? How annoying," Revati remarked, still glaring at Auntie Saffron.

For a fraction of a moment, her eyes traveled further toward the crystal pond. Someone was moving amongst the waist-length clear crystal reeds. Someone with mint-green skin dressed in gold. They turned towards the party. Revati's eyes, well-trained from spending years staring into the dark, saw familiar weedy features.

"Hang on, who's that?" Revati asked, pointing at the person as they disappeared into the reeds.

"No idea; must be a guest of Lord Mills! Sometimes they get lost and wander into the private staff areas," Bridgadeiro remarked.

Revati merely shook her head, putting the plate back on the table.

"I'll be right back," she said before running to the pond.

In the dim light the stranger looked exactly like the Duke of Io.

Lakes, ponds, and oceans always seemed vaguely sinister to Revati. She knew that on faraway distant worlds, people swam in the waters and surfed the waves. The only body of water in Olde Landon was a man-made river filled with melted snow. Before the invasion, tourists would ride on lantern boats across the clear waters.

Authentic "bathing machines" had been set up on the pebble-covered beach. After the invasion, Revati would use the machines as makeshift showers. They never went further than the shallows. Skeletons lay in the sunken darkness. After the appliances invaded, the dead had been thrown off the bridge into the water.

Revati found herself standing at the very edge of the pond. Up close, the translucent reeds were tall and sticky, brushing against her dress. Something moved in the purple twilight, and Revati spun around. "I know you're there! I saw you all the way up from the party," Revati hissed, and there was another rustling sound. "Leave us alone," a man's voice hissed, and Revati's hand anxiously grabbed her golden necklace. No weapons, no bandages, and no bits of string. "It's you, isn't it? The Duke of IO? Or at least the appliance pretending to be him," Revati remarked, pushing her way through the reeds.

The reeds suddenly parted, revealing the glimmering pond. "I'm not pretending to be anyone! I'm the Duke and an appliance; two things can be true," the Duke of IO snapped back, his voice hidden from a boat floating on the pond. "I don't care who you are! Take me to my sister," Revati said, stepping into the water so she could wade over to the boat. "She doesn't want to see you! We didn't even know you would be here," the Duke's voice snapped back, and Revati grabbed the boat, rocking the edge. "I can't drown you, idiot!" the Duke shrieked.

"No, but you can probably sink," Revati snapped back, rocking the boat again. "Stop it right now, Sissy!" Dityaa's voice yelled, and Revati glanced over her shoulder.

Revati often dreamed about what she would do if she finally found Dityaa. The dreams were often filled with suffocating rage. Sometimes she would follow her, demanding to know why she never came back, how she could do such an awful thing to their mother. But in the dim light of the pond, Revati now felt nothing more than the cold water lapping around her legs. Dityaa was watching her from the other side of the small pond.

A different, somewhat more fragile Dityaa, her body stooped over as if she was in pain. Revati let go of the boat and waded towards Dityaa. The water now reached her waist. Dityaa was wearing a loose white shirt and a pair of grey pants. Her feet were bare. "What did you do to her?" Revati screeched at the Duke. "I didn't do anything!" The Duke protested, glancing over the eye of the boat. "You kidnapped her! And now look, she isn't even wearing a dress!" Revati protested. Dityaa often claimed she was allergic to pants. "He didn't kidnap me! I ran away with him, and we got married," Dityaa wheezed. "You married him! I've been chasing you for four years because you got married?" Revati shrieked, unable to believe it.

But then a thought occurred to Revati. "You got married! You literally wore a wedding dress to Medieval Faire," Revati snapped, wading towards Dityaa. "I knew you wouldn't approve," Dityaa murmured, her eyes fluttering. "I can't believe you did this! You almost killed Nanni! It would have taken three seconds to message anyone saying you were alright," Revati snapped, and suddenly Dityaa sighed before collapsing face-first into the water. "Darling!" The Duke cried with relief. "My darling," she whispered back with a small smile. Her eyes shut again, and she began to loudly snore. "You better not have brought that bitch of a maternity droid with you," the Duke said, and Revati violently shook her head. "Are you talking about the ghost who's Dityaa's real mother? I left her on Mars," Revati and the Duke nodded as if relieved. "She needs a bed; expelling the energy can be exhausting," The Duke said. "I don't live here! I can't just magically pull a bed out of nowhere," Revati pointed out. "It's fine, we have plenty of room in the kitchen building," Bridgadeiro's voice called. "How much of that did you see?" Revati had to ask, "I saw everything, but I think the party just saw you running back to the lake with the pie," Bridgadeiro replied.

Dityaa had, of course, managed to get the best room in "the kitchen building". Once Mrs. Bun realized the strange unconscious girl was Revati's sick sister, she insisted upon it. The kitchen building turned out to be much larger than the actual house. "In ancient times, it was used as a sleeping area by convicts and to store meat; now we use it for extended family," Bridgadeiro explained. Mrs. Bun merely made tutting sounds as she tucked Dityaa into bed. The walls of the bedroom were covered in thick thorny rose bushes. Gigantic pink and red roses bloomed everywhere, scattering the floor with heavily scented petals. The bed was fitted with pale pink sheets and pillows. "Why the rose bushes?" Revati had to ask. "Roses are excellent at monitoring the health of sleeping people; if something happens to her, they'll alert us," Bridgadeiro explained, shutting the door.

[sparethedreamer]

Some spoilers for FNAF Help Wanted 2

Terms used can be found on pluralpedia.com

Just about the Sun/Moon/Eclipse system as a system member

As a system who have been following along the Five Nights at Freddy's games/media, we are intrigued by the Sun/Moon/Eclipse/+ system coded character(s). At first it seemed like they (Steel Wool or Scott) were just gonna stick with the tired trope of Good Character is plagued by their Bad Alter. However, things seem to be developing and we want to talk about it.

First of all, we're going to refer to them collectively as the Solar System because one of us suggested it and it's freakin' clever.

So clearly each headmate of the Solar System has a role:

Solar System as a whole:

Perfectionist tendencies, prioritizes/obsesses over cleanliness, upset when rules are broken, child-care oriented

Sun:

Non-violent daycare attendant with perfectionist tendencies, anxiety, childcare skills. He's in charge of arts and crafts. He tries to protect Gregory from Moon. Wants to be whole. Can easily succumb to feelings of despair/hopelessness. Frantic. Can be judgemental and critical. Please let me out of timeout, I'll be good!

Possible system roles: anxiety holder, jester, jailer, and worrier

Moon:

Allowed to roam at night at certain hours and attacks Gregory, who he believes is naughty and deserves to be found and punished. Fronts when lights are out and seems physically hurt by light. Seems to attempt to force Sun into dormancy. Clever and calculating. Can be jealous and retaliatory.

Possible system roles: attacker, hunter-persecutor

Eclipse:

A calm, seemingly non-violent entity that can take control of a situation when needed. They seem to be more emotionally mature than Sun and Moon and act with sort of parental demeanor. They appear to be programmed as a failsafe for when the system is under severe distress or presents a danger to itself or others.

Possible system roles: anchor, anesthetic, parental figure, caretaker,

Jack-o-Moon: (sorry I don't know your pronouns! Please accept this They/Them in these trying times)

Hobbies include log rides, Halloween, and fire. Adds a bit of (pumpkin) spice to your detour. Absolutely vibing (sometimes the vibe requires your murder. sorry not sorry). Hurt by the light :( Might sometimes cofronts with Moon maybe (last merry-go-round night, subtitles say Moon?)

Possible roles: Performer, jokestar,

Anyways, it's cool to see a system in media even if a lot of it's played as good Sun vs evil Moon. We think that each character has nuance and their strengths and weaknesses and are excited for the upcoming theories from this new game. We probably forgot some stuff or didn't include some stuff in this post, so we apologize. We hope to see more interactions between headmates and the progression of system dynamics. Who knows if it'll happen or not, but we can hope.

-🫧 and 🍀

[visionthefox]

Really long post as a warning, apologies in advance

The new therapy episode is out with Moon this time and personally...I feel a little...Underwhelmed? Like things weren't addressed fully or didn't go far enough? It might just be because of headcanons but going point by point

Moon said he was involving Sun more with plans surrounding Solar but no he hasn't, he's told Sun about things but he hasn't actually asked Sun to help him on missions or with building anything, it's at least good that he's keep Sun somewhat in the loop but still

Sarcasm doesn't even begin to cover how Old Moon was, and the whole thing about "everything he did was because he loved and wanted to protect us" feels...Weird, because yes that was some of it, but Old Moon went about those things the complete wrong way, I mean he locked Sun in a bunker when he couldn't convince Sun out of going after Eclipse, and a bunch of other things like that, and other times what he did wasn't him even protecting them but lashing out or being impulsive, or doing things to avoid dealing with emotions or consequences, he was a bit of a coward, not everything Old Moon did was benevolent, a lot of it was selfish too

Old Moon not wanting to speak to Sun is also cowardly, and even if Old Moon is fearing it because "its the only thing he'll remember from now on", so what? He and Sun need closure and if he's afraid he'll lash out and hurt Sun he needs to control himself and actually apologize and listen to Sun's grievances rather than steamrolling or minimizing them, Sun may need convincing because of course he'd be avoidant, but this feels important enough that it probably should happen, and maybe Earth could help if she were to be there, if nothing else to be Sun's supportive rock in case things get heated, though it might also be good if Sun stands on his own, either way Earth's right that it might if nothing else bring clarity and closure if it were to happen

Old Moon telling New Moon to sacrifice himself again, even if he later went back on it, felt so wrong, because Old Moon had several other reasons he sacrificed himself besides just protecting people, like being crushed by guilt but not wanting to face it, doing it without asking anybody first because he didn't want to or didn't think it or whatever reason he had, and to ask New Moon to do that again even though, considering Old Moon could see New Moon's memories he could probably see how badly the grief of losing Old Moon affected everyone, especially Sun, if he claims to care about and want them to be happy so badly he shouldn't ask New Moon to put his family through the same trauma again, no wonder New Moon was put off, also Old Moon had threatened New Moon that if he failed to protect them he'd make New Moon pay and even if that was an empty threat that was still a threat

I feel like New Moon's concerns about Sun are valid, not that Sun has displayed actual worrying tendencies(yet), but we all know Sun's still bottling things up, keeping things quiet, he's so tired of losing everything and previously he did go to incredible lengths to protect people...Only for it to backfire(Old Moon's death, Bloodmoon in a way because of the psychological consequences for himself), and Sun taking a break from everything, I get what they mean, him stepping away, but as you've stated before it moreso felt like he was just left alone and nobody talked to him as usual, he still felt excluded and left to potentially fester, who knows if he's still hallucinating anymore

I want to see more of these talks Earth referred to since it still feels like Sun's left out of things and when we do see his therapy episodes he's still so quiet

And yeah...Sun is strong! Really freaking strong considering everything he's been through would break a lot of people and yet his mind hasn't snapped yet

I totally get why New Moon feels like he doesn't match up to Old Moon, not feeling smart enough or good enough, that somehow he is being "held back", yet I also feel like its a good thing, New Moon not being as angry and holding himself to a higher standard is a good thing, one of Old Moon's biggest flaws was his anger and the ruthlessness that resulted from it, the fact that Solar was the only one keeping New Moon back with his anger felt a bit odd though, I get why Sun wouldn't intervene because of trauma from Old Moon's outbursts, but it feels weird that Solar was the only person that could get New Moon to calm down and listen when in an enraged state, if New Moon is aware of that and doesn't want to be that way he could take steps to fix it now that Solar isn't around anymore(I miss Solar)

Old Moon did leave a legacy, but it wasn't a good one, it feels bad that that legacy haunts New Moon and was the first thing shoved on him since he has proven himself to be better than Old Moon in a lot of ways, but old vendettas die hard

I'm not going to address KC much(because thoughts on him his redemption still felt so weird), but it feels really weird that he didn't mention Dark Sun here, because this was the perfect place to mention him, why not tell Earth and Lunar since they should know if there's a potentially dangerous doppelganger of Sun running around, and have New Moon voice his feelings around seeing Dark Sun, since he was shaken when he first met him and it might be good for New Moon to process it, come to realize certain things about the greater multiverse and whatnot

It felt a little unsatisfying because it feels like some things were not addressed, like there could've been more revelations that could've happened but didn't, nothing was mentioned about Dark Sun, etc...Also a little miffed they didn't lay into Old Moon more but that's a nitpick. Though! The episode was still good in that it brought up some good points, not to seem like it's wholly negative, its good to see Moon get some more therapy after his breakdown and Sun giving him a break day

...Boy that was long...But what does everyone think?

OHH LONG TEXT! yaassss also, for my sake, I wont be seeying the ep right now, so I take your words, plus even if I do see it, I sense I know how usually these chats go, also is mostly opinion base over here !

I do agree on something- these "therapy" seems at times, a one side chat of Earth trying to move the combo around (not bad but- I dont think thats what therapist should do..?) and other times is people just speaking without much "line" to follow and I guess is the only "real" thing on a therapy, you dont walk in there with a script, you let your ideas flow, and is a mess- yet still, you go there with a goal - kinda of. you let things out- or try to. I do see why Moon would not adress the actual important issue when in a emotional state, he seems to do that often, block on the issue and panic- stress and not listen.. (also yes- Sun has trauma with OldMoon but so did Solar too, why does he gets to be one calming Moon tho? is cute in ship but in canon is.. mmh-) Old Moon is always a eeky topic to touch, since we know he did loved his family, but we also cant deny all the trauma HE caused too and how many flaws he has, is not hate on him, is seeying the holes, adress the holes, and hope it would be fixed sooner Same as Sun, in my side- I dont want Sun to die- but Im not gonna deny the rather worrying details of is "calm life" - the drinking, being alone for too long (as a rather Social AI mind ya!) how he does go silent when Earth or anyone mention "how happy you look" they NEVER had meet his true happy self, his carefree self, his actual self.. they know the "not so stress out" Sun only.. and is sad! because Earth mistakes "happy" with "calm" is not the same Sun had lied before, with his magic, with being ok, with BloodMoon for months before anyone noticed - he can hide his issues again- one can hope now his family can indeed notice and not think "oh he is fine tho!" in all, I love your comment! I love this ask, is interesting and well, I could go deeper but I guess I did made my takes clear in the past- so I do want to know what others think of your ask too <3 leave another ask or comment in the post! what do you think? :D

[windstalkerwolf]

Ah ho!

First off - let me apologize for my previous post. It was unnecessary and I am sorry. I was a total asshole. It's been a long year! A long summer and crazy autumn.

The world is extremely divided right now, specifically the United States. America is caught up in the most important election in it's lifetime.

A lot of shit is going down. World War III and its beginnings are getting more tense as combatant countries prepare. China withdrawing its people from foreign lands, Russia officially declaring war against NATO. North Korea severing its border with South Korea. Sleeper cells have moved into the UK, France, and the USA. Destabilization of society and the economy is at the point of no return -- by unfortunate design.

The sun's solar storms have been intense, allowing the Aurora Borealus to be seen all throughout the world including Australia. A major comet known as Purple Mountain-ATLAS just passed by stunning all with it's fantastic double tail display.

There is another comet what will soon be visible (10/24). There is a "2nd moon up there". There are several anomalies all through the world involving far ends of the spectrum (Infrared and Ultraviolet) Hurricanes have been weaponized, and we are now in an age of "weather warfare."

Geo-physically, there is significant seismic turbulence around the Ring of Fire (Pacific) with a major volcanic eruption(s) in the PNW imminent. The "Big One" is known as the Cascadian slip, which is a 9+ earthquake and tidal-wave that destroys the Pacific Northwest.

I will further elaborate on every detail in what is to come here on our world in the years / months to come. This is just to dip your toes, okay? How deep down the rabbit-hole are you willing to go? I can break it all down for you and shatter your belief in this world. First things first! The urgent matters -- which I have covered in this post.

Soak it up, question everything and watch the world stage with a discerning eye. Research. Trust nobody, especially not the establishment! Okay kids? That's your homework for today, I promise to return!

[ikamigami]

Moon saying "I can't tell the difference between what's real and what isn't anymore" as justification for the mental illness claim, even though he just got comforted during his breakdown and would've for this too except he hid it, that might've been true right after the weird waking dream, but not long after that it seemed like that issue was dropped and he just did something else, is that just me or?

The feeling of not being sure what's real or not sticks with you through whole psychotic episode.. but how you react to things depends on how much detached from reality you are.. or I mean that even if your perception of things is different during mild psychotic episode you still know what is morally right and wrong..

Or to specify.. if you experience severe psychotic episode it's hard for you to understand the consequences of your actions - good example was Sun's psychotic episode: he wasn't thinking about the consequences of his actions, he was unaware how damaging his actions were or could be..

When you experience mild psychotic episode you're more aware of things and if in case like New Moon's you know what you're doing is wrong and know the consequences of your actions - New Moon was aware that others wouldn't want him to bring Solar back the way he wanted hence why he didn't tell them anything and later he decided to leave after he'll bring Solar back because he knew that others aren't and won't be happy with him and what he tried to do..

I think that Moon tried to justify his own actions because he felt confused and scared because of experiencing hallucinations and not being certain about what's real and what's not..

Like you said at first after Moon's vivid/waking dream he's confusion was understandable and if he hypothetically punched Monty because he thought it was someone else or he thought Monty was a threat to him it'd be 100% understandable and justifiable because he couldn't tell the difference between what's real and what's not.. but later he was more aware of things and knew that he's in the wrong and knew the consequences.. and yet he didn't stop, he didn't ask for help, he didn't apologize to anyone and said "I'm sorry that I lashed out.. I just don't know what to do anymore.. I don't know how to make this feeling stop, how to make these voices to go away.." instead he continued to try to kill someone and didn't care that Earth, his sister, could've died as well..

So Moon later was using his mental state as an excuse..

Also him wanting to bring Solar back was him acting on his delusions.. because we saw that even his hallucinations tried to stop him.. if he was acting on his delusions I think that he'd be saying things like "no one understands me" "I'm not bad person" "stop judging me" "you know nothing about me" "get away from me" "I don't trust you" and "I'm weak" "I know that I'm worse than Old Moon" "I tried my best" "I was never good enough" "no one loves me" "stop looking at me like that" "I'm sorry" "I don't know what to do" and he'd either try to hurt himself or just avoid everyone because he's afraid of their judgement or he could attack his family because he thinks that they're threat to his life - ofc all of this is if I'm right that he has persecutory delusions..

But what we got "so I'm a villain" - this could still count as his delusions if it were just these words but because he decided to take bad actions it's not caused by his delusions..

Sun trying to kill Eclipse because of his delusions has a lot of sense considering that he may not see Eclipse only as Eclipse we know but as an embodiment of the voice in his head.. you may think that's a stretch but we ta got any introspection of what Sun exactly thinks about Eclipse especially in crucial moments - why we never found out what Sun was thinking when they found out that star was killing Eclipse? And ofc when Sun went after Eclipse he was very detached from reality..

With Moon we didn't have anything like that so it seems more like he's trying to excuse himself.. like there was no real reason to why Moon became so murderous because of mild psychotic episode.. I think that it's not caused by his mental issues and I really dislike when people try to justify Moon's actions because of his mental issues :/

Thank you for this ask, dear anon ^^

[snowe-zolynn-rogers]

Pairings: None

Word Count: 1,761 Words

Summary: After losing Blood Moon, Sun and Moon return home only to find someone later that night in the daycare.

Warnings: Angst, Blood, Injury, Mild Gore, Amputation, Trauma, Betrayal, Gun, Shooting, Seizure, Prosthetics, let me know if I should add anything else.

That Damn Tails Plushie

Sun sighed, they were home. Moon was still angry and so was Sun to a degree but Sun also understood why Blood Moon would run. They were now scared of the power Sun held, so running made sense.

Sun let Moon continue complaining about Blood Moon’s disappearance. Moon was riled up, hopefully he’d calm down soon enough.

“Teleportation!?” Moon huffed, seemingly ending his rage.

“I know, Moon.” Sun agreed.

“Ugh, fine. I’m going to sleep. This shit of chasing him down is annoying as hell. He could be in Canada by now with how long we were searching.” Moon huffed.

“Yeah, sleeping sounds good.” Sun yawned and followed Moon up to their rooms, bidding his brother goodnight as well as Solar charging in the corner. Sun laid down in his bed and plugged in to charge, falling asleep relatively easy.

Sun woke up to a loud sound in the daycare and ran out to see Moon was still sleeping deeply as was Solar. Cautious, Sun went down on Moon’s old fly wire to see what the sounds were.

The sounds were coming from behind the security desk and Sun grabbed Moon’s gun he’d intended to use on Blood Moon to investigate. It sounded oddly like the medical box was being rummaged through.

Sun slowly peeled behind the desk and stopped stock still. Blood Moon sat on the ground behind the security desk, packing gauze into the stump of his left leg and wrapping it tightly with an ace wrap, hiccuping and shaking with undoubtedly blood loss and pain.

The black and red bot was littered with injuries, cuts everywhere and gouges taken from his other leg, including a deep cut through his Achilles tendon. Their right arm was barely hanging on from what it looked like bandaged up with gauze.

Sun stared in horror and dropped the gun, which startled Blood Moon, who slowly looked up as he was caught, eyes wide and a terrified look on his face.

It was tense for a moment, Sun horrified at the sight of his severely injured little brother and Blood Moon terrified at being caught by someone while seemingly raiding their emergency kit to patch himself the best he could.

But it seemed Blood Moon cracked first, tears spilling over his face and looking back down, seemingly ashamed of himself. Sun felt a pang of concern for Blood Moon. They had fights, sure, but Sun didn’t want his little brother to be hurt like this.

“We’re sorry, we needed medical supplies and cannot get anywhere else.” Blood Moon apologized, voice almost heartbreakingly scared. Sun knelt down with them, careful holding Blood Moon’s good hand.

“Hey, it’s okay. You’re safe. I can take care of it. Okay?” Sun promised, letting his teary brother nod to him and sniffle as Sun gently began taking over the process and bandaging the rest of the wounds his poor little brother had.

“What happened to you?” Sun asked softly as he worked on the ace wrap, redoing it on Blood Moon’s stump of a left leg.

“That damned little fox. It set a trap for us! Sent us to a cage full of wolves that ripped us apart. He betrayed us. We thought we could trust him!” Blood Moon explained to him.

“They just kept ripping and tearing things off! We tried screaming but it didn’t work, nothing did! We tried to get away but we didn’t until we played dead! Everything hurt so bad and our leg was gone and almost our arm too! We tried…We tried…” Blood Moon broke down into sobs and was shaking like a leaf as Sun gently hugged them into his shoulder.

“It’s okay, you’re safe, Blood Moon. You’re safe here. You’ll be alright.” Sun promised, rubbing gently over their back and letting Blood Moon calm in his arms, hiccuping and clutching to him with his good arm.

It seemed they were truly traumatized, this couldn’t be acting with how desperately Blood Moon was clinging to Sun, shaking and crying. They wouldn’t play up something like this nor would they purposefully injure themself to garner attention. They wouldn’t be so truly terrified when they’d gotten caught.

“Don’t make us go back, please. We’re scared.” Blood Moon whispered in his other voice. Ah, right, there were two in one body.

“You two aren’t going back. You can stay here. You can be safe here. You can have a family, a bed, a life.” Sun offered.

“P-Please.” Blood Moon whispered, sniffling and trying to calm down. Sun gently pulled back and held their blood spattered face, gently wiping it off with a rag and Blood Moon gave a watery smile for him.

“There’s my little brothers.” Sun smiled, which made Blood Moon smile more genuinely, a soft, happy look on their face.

Sun realized it was the first time they’d been treated truly gently, truly without any kind of deal or exploitation or being used. It made Sun happy to know this genuine affection and care had come from him.

Sun didn’t catch it from the side of his eye but someone passed by, grabbing the gun from the ground. Sun didn’t see them until he spotted Moon from the other side of the security desk, gun raised.

Sun couldn’t even get a word out before the gun fired and Blood Moon’s look of happiness faded as he choked up blood, looking down in horror at his chest. Sun saw blood splattered onto his chest from Blood Moon’s as Blood Moon struggled to breathe, grabbing his chest as the delayed pain came on.

“Got him.” Moon told Sun proudly. Sun quickly snapped from shock and glared as Moon as he quickly scanned the wound, a bullet right through one of Blood Moon’s lungs. Sun put gauze and light pressure to the wound to stem the blood flow and grabbed the emergency oxygen machine, putting the mask onto Blood Moon’s face and turning it on to make him breathe still.

“You fucking ASSHOLE!” Sun yelled at Moon, shaking with rage as he tried to keep the gauze over the entrance and exit wounds to keep them from being exposed to the air.

“You saw me down here with him! You saw me taking care of him! Does he look like he can hurt anyone!?” Sun seemed to simply snap with rage.

It could’ve been just the disregard of the situation Moon had or it could’ve been the stress lately. But Sun finally came undone at seeing Blood Moon getting shot when the black and red bot was finally beginning to see change as a good thing sent him off the handle.

“Sun, we agreed-“ Moon began.

“I don’t care what the fuck we agreed! Fuck what we agreed! Screw the fucking plan! They came for medical supplies! They came for a safe place to treat their fucking wounds! Not to be shot at when they were finally accepting help! That little rat you killed sent them to their death and they barely survived, they came here terrified! They were scared to see me when they weren’t even doing anything wrong! They don’t deserve to be shot at and they don’t deserve to be treated like they’re some monster! They needed help, not to be given even more injuries!”

Sun couldn’t stop the word vomit of pure fury he had in this situation. Moon looked between them, horror growing on his face when he saw Blood Moon’s missing leg in specific.

“Oh Jesus fucking Christ!” Moon gasped, eyes widening as he saw all the injuries.

“Yeah, exactly. All those are from that damn fox thing. It sent them into a trap, wolves ripped them apart.” Sun watched Blood Moon as he huffed and struggled the oxygen, groaning in pain as his eyes rolled back into his head, body shaking more and convulsing.

“Hands off!” Moon pulled Sun’s hands away and he carefully put Blood Moon onto his side into a recovery position, fingers careful getting frothy saliva from Blood Moon’s mouth once the seizing stopped.

“What’s happening?” Sun asked, voice a little scared. Would Blood Moon life past something like that in the state he was in?

“He had a seizure, probably from shock and blood loss. I need to get him upstairs and fix what I can. I need you to go wake up Solar.” Moon told him, sending Sun off.

Sun immediately ran upstairs to Solar, waking him up by shaking his arms.

“Huh? What?” Solar asked.

“Okay, Blood Moon is good. Moon told me to wake you up. I think he needs help fixing Blood Moon. He got mauled by wolves.” Sun quickly explained.

“Oh shit.” Solar groaned, unplugging from his charger and getting up, stretching and cracking his joints into functional order as Moon came up on his fly wire with Blood Moon in his arms, landing on the balcony. “Fucking hell!?” Solar exclaimed upon seeing just how injured Blood Moon was.

“In my room, now.” Moon dragged Solar into his room and Sun paced waiting. He was so worried about his little brothers. Sure, the gunshot was near the top of the list of worries but the lost leg was even more worrying, the blood loss.

It was sunrise before Moon and Solar came out, Moon carrying Blood Moon, who was awake and somewhat aware. Blood Moon’s eyes flashed red and pink upon seeing Sun and lit up with joy.

“We were able to fix everything but his right arm. It was numb and grey by the time we tried to fix it so we had to amputate it. The computer is working on prosthetics for him. For right now, he has guards on his connectors we put in so don’t cut or stab yourself on them.” Moon warned as he gently sat Blood Moon onto the couch, where Sun practically collapsed to hug Blood Moon.

Get stabbed or not, Sun was going to hug his little brothers. Blood Moon cuddled against him and grabbed on tight with their left arm, their remaining one until the prosthetics were finished.

“I told you, you’re safe here. Nothing will ever hurt you again.” Sun promised.

“We’re home.” Blood Moon whispered, eyes slowly shutting now that they were comfortable and relaxed, melting into the warmth Sun offered and Sun freely offered it.

Moon and Solar sat beside the two cuddling on the couch, making sure both of them were okay as the two waited for the prosthetics to be done to attach them.

Truly, Blood Moon was home. Sun would make sure of it.

[luneratic]

Here is an observation of mine! (You can give options and thoughts too! Same with correcting with certain things) [Bad grammar/punctuation]

I noticed that Sun mental health and issues are declining very fast. He has made several comments of wanting to die or similar to that. It seems he also doesn't really like going to therapy for any help whatsoever.

Rest in peace Solar but I'm going to have to point out some things about you. Well I noticed how he avoids Sun most of the time or always. He seems to put Sun down as if he's dumb and useless, it seems he only says that when Moon, Lunar, Earth, or others go try to get help and want Sun to help them. As if he's isolating Sun from his family members and friends which I could be overthinking it. He seems to get along well with other Moon animatronics than Sun themed ones vis versa for Eclipse gets along with Sun animatronics than Moon themed ones.

It's also known that versions of Eclipse are manipulative people such as Ruin manipulated others around him and was played them like a fiddle for a few months. Which to me maybe Solar is manipulating the celestial family or doing it unknowingly. He's a version of Eclipse so he's obviously going to have some traits similar to him.

Now for Villains I suppose. I noticed that Eclipse has shown that he cares for Sun in a way unlike his siblings and friends. He has helped Sun in the past with trying to save Moon memory which Sun has failed but Eclipse seems to call Sun weak due to him being so Kind and Trusting of others around him. He has seen what Old Moon and Kc has done to Sun such as the abuse, yelling, and manipulation. Eclipse seems to be proud when Sun actually stands up for himself and when he fights back.

Eclipse does have some of Old Moon memories and he was once apart of Old Moon so that does mean he cares for Sun to an extent due to his coding. When he made Lunar he wanted him to be a replica of Sun because Sun never left Old Moon side even when he abused and manipulation. So, yes it did hurt him when Lunar betrayed him and abandoned him but it seems he has a strong attachment towards Sun. He likes to hear thoughts and opinions on certain things and technically he would know Sun best because he been in Sun coding for a long while.

I think if Sun does die soon then I think it would affect Eclipse to an extent.

Now for Bloodmoon.....I do feel like they do care for Sun like a small sliver. In the past it shows that they were playing with Sun for once instead of hunting unlike the others he has hunted before he died. When Sun was held in a room by himself without anyone there, that allowed Bloodmoon to torment him but it seems they were pushing Sun into the right direction of getting out of the room since he learned some magic from them and escaped the room. It was also shown that they still had some control on Sun body since they were able to move his arm still while being dead.

As for this new Bloodmoon or well clone of him. They weren't really focused on killing him, more like they wanted to play with him again. When they had the barrel that Sun used on them, they could've easily shot him but they didn't. Yes, Ruin said they couldn't kill any of the Celestial family but why would they go play or torment Sun since he killed them before?

I think Bloodmoon was also somewhat aware of the abuse and manipulation Sun went through due to also being in his coding.

KillCode/Kc has cared for Sun in the past. He was doing his best to act like he was okay when he took over Moon body when he meet Earth. He was in a lot of pain trying to not make Sun worry or have any suspicions and to be honest it seems like he didn't like Earth during that interaction. The first person he really went to apologize to was Sun and not Lunar, Earth, or Eclipse. He's aware that Sun is a very forgiving person out of everyone and trusts everyone.

I feel like if Sun died before KillCode/Kc did then I think he would be very upset. Sun was upset when KillCode died but didn't say anything because he was overwhelmed after October.

That's all for now! :]

[ask-sonicdragonfan]

Dimension B3

Blood rose

Personality-he uses narcissism to hid his true feelings in public but privately he deeply cares about his family and friends very selfless to a point where he forgets to recharge his battery but only when he’s worrying about his family and friends safety

Age-robotic years only 20 so he’s very mature for his age

Ability/powers- sharp teeth and claws , able to suck out different types of liquid to weaken his opponents through his teeth and claws, his right eye(one with the x) gives him the ability to see through walls and body heat while his left eye (normal ) can see in the day and night, he’s fast enough to dodge bullets and can self heal by drinking blood, can climb on any surface, water proof

Likes- blood, sugar and sweets, alcohol, his friends and family, Newfoundland dogs, children, flirting and romance, having his rays touch by his family , killing bad people

Dislike-abuse of all types, bullying, threats, nightmares, spiders

Allegiance-chaotic neutral

Creator-female,good , cancer survivor

Weakness-flashlight in eyes

Enemies-bad humans, nexus, astral named cancer, ruin, vanny, afton

Family-creator, sun, moon, bloodmoon, earth, lunar , Jonathan

Friends- Monty , Roxy, chica, Jack-o-moon, solar, astral named Aries

Pet-Newfoundland dog name brownie

Phobia-fear of mice and rats

Bloodmoon

Personality- carrying and compassionate , selfless yet skittish, talkative and a great listener to anyone’s problems and playful

Age-robotic years 13

Ability/power-has star power but relatively weak, can absorb any liquid from enemies through teeth and claws vampiric in nature , can dodge bullets, mimic people actions, water proof, sensitive hearing and smell , left eye (the swirl ) is like looking through a kaleidoscope only opens that eye to see in the darkness, right eye (normal)can see in light and darkness and walls

Like- blood, soda, donkeys, killing bad people , family, friends, reading, gaming, tigers

Dislike- slime, himself, bad people, abuse of all types, green color, Hollywood romance

Allegiance-chaotic neutral

Weakness- light in his left eye and sensitive to pain

Enemies-ruin, nexus, bad people, vanny, afton, astral name cancer

Family-blood rose, sun , moon, creator, lunar, earth, Jonathan

Friends-Solar, Jack-o-moon, Monty, Roxy , chica

Phobia- fear of medical procedures and surgery (he only lets his family do his repairs)

Pet-donkey named taco

Disability-covert DID a less severe form of multiple personality disorder (this is the reason why we hates himself he hurt his brother blood rose during an episode)

There both siblings

They were created by their creator but when she got sick nexus captured them blood rose was forced to watch his little brother get tortured by nexus

Got manipulated by ruin for a time

Afton injected them with a virus causing them to kill children

Vanny has been trying to decommission them but as failed to do so

Astral cancer never apologized or felt sorry for his actions when he inflicted their creator

They have tongues and can eat and drink anything

Both have two types of stomachs one for absorbing and holding liquids and expelling it out through their fangs when they are rescuing people in critical condition and it can filter the liquid to keep fresh the second stomach is used for eating and drinking hot oil is in this stomach to dissolve the food and drink and turns it into a backup energy when they don’t charge

Both have synthetic blood blood moon’s is red blood rose is yellow

Both have beating hearts while it’s not their main power if it is damaged they will feel it and it is unpleasant for the both of them

The blood brothers love to travel there favorite destination is Romania and Scotland

Both have senses dark humor but they keep it to a minimum

Blood rose has rays he uses them for expression and when stress he likes to get them touched and massaged by his family for sensory reasons

Both can purr like cats

While not a tech genius blood rose does hang out with moon with the technical stuff while bloodmoon hangs out with sun or Jonathan

In one dimension July 16 is sun’s worst day of his life that he doesn’t talk about July 16 is also the same for the blood brothers they stayed in rest mode for a very long time together till Roxy managed to get them out of their depressed episode

Both brothers like the mythbusters and tv drama series like toddlers and tiaras for example

Bloodmoon got his star power through astral Aries but it was extremely weak thanks to his trauma and disability his magic is water and lightning

Blood rose like to sleep in a dog pill and snuggle with his brother so imagine him with his dog or his brother as much as you want. Bloodmoon likes to sleep with his brother or rap his body around a body pillow

The celestial family is the blood brothers cosines

Bloodmoon personally episodes can go in two ways violent or depressing. In his depressive state he doesn’t move around a lot very quiet and sometimes cries. In his violent state he’s aggressive bloodthirsty. Coming out of either of these episodes are hard for him to handle he often sticks to the closest family member that he sees for the entire day.

Both blood brothers carry their knives with them often hidden on them

While they are chaotic neutral it’s still not wise to be testy with them they are still blood thirsty they aren’t afraid to kill or hurt Someone out in the open in front of the public even if there main target is bad people but they will never harm children even if they are tested they simply pick them up and put them in the corner and just say you’re in time out and then leave

The blood brothers deeply care for each other and they feel very sorry for their actions but they only express it privately

The blood brothers can do “action in bed” but they can’t breed they are robots after all but that doesn’t mean they can’t have “fun” they do enjoy it even with each other but the “action” is a rare thing but reasons are unknown not even the creator knows why

Blood rose is a romantic bot he loves to flirt it can go subtle to dirty depending on his mood but he knows when to back off his public flirting is more of an entertainment for him privately it’s the real deal he mostly does it towards his brother the creator thinks it’s the brothers way of telling each other that they care since she never heard them say I love you brother possibly to cope with their trama

Blood rose is queer sexual and intersex bloodmoon is intersex and bigender

Blood rose favorite relaxing clothes is a t-shirt and leggings bloodmoon favorite relaxing clothes is a loose t-shirt and shorts

Blood rose dog is a dark brown with white socks and belly bloodmoon donkey is chestnut with cream leggings

Blood rose and bloodmoon are not dumb or morons they are intelligent and quick on their feet when they need to be

The blood brothers live in there own house in the country side outside of the city but close enough to drive to fazebears

[cavefilllingcorporation]

Hero League Solar Isles Report #1

A bit of background before going into the report. One of the many financial adventures that we have ongoing in the Cave Filling Corporation is our Heroes League, the perfect service for when you need to get a team of heroes to solve your problems, but don't want to hire any old mercenary team. We handle all sorts of situations. Defeating Dark Lords, collecting artifacts, defending from undead hoards, whatever the case is, we can go ahead and handle it. We will share more information regarding the Heroes League later, as this is all the information that is needed for this report.

Before the creation of the social media branch, we had come into a contract to take out the influence of the Moon Cult in a world which we have named the Solar Isles. They are a range of floating Islands, similar to the Shattered Isles, though more connected and has more fantastical elements. Unfortunately, Hero League missions take a lot of resources in order to make progress. We are easily able to set up stalemate situations, allowing us to hold the line until we are able to gather the financial resources to muster an offense into enemy territory. A thing to note is that we always do these in worlds that experience time dilatation, meaning that several days or even weeks can pass by for that world during the course of one day in ours. We cannot operate the Heroes League without this effect. Finally, the Heroes League is very important, as it allows us to get first hand experience at the resources of different worlds, which paves the way for future world harvesting efforts.

Before today, we had liberated approximately a third of the isles, but we were not able to push further. However, a combination better tracking thanks to the social media outreach and the aftermath of the crisis has contributed to an overabundance of resources, resulting in plenty of funds to supply the

However, with the abundance of resources at our fingertips due to the aftermath of the crisis, which we can say for certainty is completely over (even though the ramifications will linger for probably the entire company's future), we felt confident in continuing the fight. And continue the fight we did.

Unfortunately, as this is the first report, a lot of statistics that were supposed to be tracked were not, so we apologize for this report being minimalistic. In future reports, we will be sure to track these statistics in the future, such as number of battles, descriptions of the regions liberated, and number of casualties per region. In the next report, all of these will be reported, except for the casualties per region, which will be replaced with a complete casualty count for the entire war.

We can say however, that we have liberated an old blacksmithing compound, a dimension called the Heart of Chaos, and the capital city of the Moon Cult! We have neutralized the Archbishop, who is the official leader of the Moon Cult, but a tip from a defector, who will go anonymous, has suggested that the cult is being influenced by a higher power. This is not a concern to us, as the Heroes league has dealt with powerful beings before. We can also say that while the other two areas did involve a lot of casualties, thanks to a special supply delivery of special armor, the assault of the Capital city had 0 casualties on our end. With another equipment upgrade made after the successful elimination of the cult's leadership, we expect these lack of casualties to continue for the remain two regions left to liberate.

Our plans is to not allow this mission to go unfinished. On 5/5/2024, we plan on finishing the job, liberating the isles, and sending our first investigator teams to inspect the world's magical defenses. The main obstacle from us harvesting the world is that the world has areas that are magically protected from harm. These defenses must be disabled if our workers are able to harvest the world efficiency. Fortunately, we have great confidence that this is possible, which is a good thing since the world is, for reasons we will explain later, extremely valuable. We look forward to sharing this information when the time comes.

[ikamigami]

I absolutely agree with you.

Also let me remind you that Rotrick - the plushie that helped Bloodmoon - said that they should kill the most popular one.. but he meant Solar.. he thought or maybe wanted BM to go after Solar not Sun but BM hated Sun for what he did to the previous them..

Also in Sun's dream Creator also apologized and wanted to be their father which tells us that Sun deep down wants even Creator in his family.. even that awful egotistic prick.. Sun has truly a heart made of gold I guess..

And I think that Creator knows that Sun is capable to oppose him hence why he made his life hard, made him feel pain more compared to other creations..

And we know that Creator knows about other dimensions so what if he also knows about Dark Sun and he knows that if he didn't make sure to make Sun's life as hard as he could Sun could outsmart him - after all, Dark Sun killed his Creator..

But it really seems like both Sun and Creator view each other as a family..

And I agree about Sun and Moon understanding each other on deeper level.. because Moon also saw that something was wrong with Sun but his ass just couldn't talk with Sun about it 😮‍💨

Which is what exactly led to Sun's mental decline..

It wasn't bad that Moon believed that Sun is strong because that's true.. but because of how awful Moon treated Sun and all those deaths etc Sun is now suffering from mental disorder..

But hey from what Moon said it's possible that they could probably has mental issues even without all that trauma..

But it still doesn't make right for Moon to be dismissive about Sun's feelings and mental issues.. because he is dismissive.. and even neglectful at times..

Though I don't think that New Moon has better understanding with Solar cause he even doesn't know any of Solar's secrets :)

And New Moon's paranoia was always centered around Sun.. he wanted Sun to be safe..

And New Moon is the only one who is taking seriously the fact that Sun is self-destructive (cause it's true even if Sun doesn't see that himself like I said Sun is very unaware of his mental issues and he lives in constant state of denial about his mental issues)

And I still believe that New Moon went crazy because he doesn't want Sun to die and never come back..

New Moon's relationship with Solar is like with a friend who has the same interests but with Sun it's something deeper something unspoken..

I think that New Moon was also uncertain after his talk with Dark Sun if our Sun loves him as much as he loved Old Moon.. or at least it looked like that to me..

Even if I think that people try to justify New Moon's actions too much blaming his mental issues on that.. I understand his paranoia.. New Moon wanted to protect Sun even at cost of their time spend together because of how much he was paranoid over Sun possibly endangering himself.. and paranoia can badly severe your relationship with your closed ones..

And I think that on July 16th many things will happen at once hence why I think that we may get few episodes in a span of few days about July 16th.. it happened before so it may happen again..

As a sidenote: what if Creator is so petty towards Sun because Sun reminds him of Henry? Or what if Creator in some weird way care about Sun (in very abusive manner) and still view him as his kid because Sun is "the only good thing" that he created? But not good in technological way or something like that but in a way that Sun is a good person.. even if Creator have nothing to do with Sun being so kind and caring..

But sometimes abusive parents feel proud and praise their kids for being good and kind claiming that it's all thanks to them.. all thanks to their "love and caring treatment" which is actually abuse.. but often times abusive parents actually love their kids and see their abuse as a form of love and care they're giving to their kids..

But this is just a theory.. a bold statement on my end..

Do you know who else is a cannibal AI? Dark Sun. Babygirl eats his own brother to gain his intelligence and maybe because of out of spite.

Btw, I see something very intriguing about the episode today.

1. Moon seems to trust Sun a lot, compared with someone who never shares anything with Sun in the past.

Okay, it's kinda hard to explain but the way I see it, Moon and Sun truly are twins. They understand each other in the deepest level and without saying anything, they still find some way to know what each other wants in some of these important moments.

We both know Sun understands Moon a lot. About what he thinks, how he works... Sun might not know about all of Moon's secrets, but it doesn't stop him from knowing exactly how his siblings feel or think in the present moment. (Like how Sun predicted that Nexus might hurt Freddy, or how Moon has a lot of back ups, or Moon's code...)

But, we forget that Moon also knows a lot of what Sun thinks. (Maybe not as much on an emotional level, but still)

That is why Moon knows Sun was lying to him about killing BM, that is why despite all the bulls Moon put Sun through, he still knows the exact words that make Sun forgive and forgive him again and again. And that's why, Moon locks Sun in the invisible cage, because Moon knows Sun will snap out of it later.

(Still not justified Moon's actions though, Moon still treats Sun like crap and gives Sun tons of trauma. But what I try to say is why Moon did that. Because in some ironic nasty mental state Moon is at, Moon subconsciously thinks Sun as invincible, the one despite everything, would never break down.)

And that is why, though Moon downgrades Sun's intelligence a lot in the past, he always counts on Sun when it comes to saving him. Moon knows what Sun's capable of, and is not afraid to use it for his own advantage.

(making Sun learn magic in the shortest ever time that I have seen to kill Eclipse v1; predict Sun will lose control and Eclipse come out to kill the Guards, never doubt Sun can kill BM, just shock that he lied to him; and the newest event, Sun saves Moon from Creator without they two even interact. )

Different from Nexus, who seems like little brother for Sun to me, who only asks Sun for help because there is no other choice.

He doesn't understand boundaries when it comes to pranking much (joking about Roxane Wolf, pushing Sun go to speed date, nonchalant sometimes about Sun's hallucinations,...);

He is kinda co-dependent with Sun when it comes to emotions levels (Almost spilled the bean that he wants to sacrifice someone for Solar, saying Sun is the light of his life, almost hesitant when Sun says he disappointed at him, seemingly only care it would hurt Sun's feeling when Sun and Moon move to the new house, asking Dark Sun to be his brother,...) and feels the need to protect Sun from everything. (Working with Solar instead of Sun, taking charge of the last blast that killed Eclipse v2, believing Sun will hurt himself for some sacrifices nonsense, care more about Sun's feeling and health than Nexus would ever be.)

Sun also takes care of Nexus more compared to Moon. (Take care of Nexus since day 1 he wakes up. Always stay on Nexus's side when they get yeet into Ruin's dimension. Knowing Nexus has some problems, and ask it indirectly without any information that tell Nexus has gone mad. (Earth has Eclipse to inform her, Monty has caught it red handed, only Sun who doesnt know anything, feel like something went wrong.)

With Nexus, it feels weird. Like there still has some disconnected between them, like they are not synced together. Sometimes because Sun gets caught too soon, sometimes because they are separated. Most of the time when they stay together, it is surprising that while Nexus is the smarter in the duo, Sun usually takes charge of talking (Eclipse v2, Ruin Monty, Creator..). And that is why it makes me feel bad because it seems like Nexus works better with Solar.

And with Moon, Sun has done a lot of dirty work for Moon, both when they were shared the same body and when they are separated. Sun is truly the brawn while Moon is the brain. Sadly that Even though they know they care about each other, They rather die than say it in others' faces, which leads to them only saying things like 'i love you brother' when they almost die. They are totally in sync with each other, and I think these are some interesting things to notice.

2. Creator seems like Sun more than Moon, although he downgrades Sun a lot.

From all the people l, I noticed that only Sun Creator never threatened to kill him. (Earth, KC, Lunar, Solar... Sure but never Sun.)

He straight up re-programmed KC when he turned good, he threatened to hurt Earth because she got in his way and didn't listen to him anymore. He wants to dismantle Lunar and seeing Eclipse like a annoying flies that he didnt pay attention too much. And today, he almost straight up killed Moon if not because of Sun.

Something strange about how with Sun, Creator always talks about how others would get hurt if Sun doesn't do what he says but not him threatened to kill Sun, not in a single episode.

(One when Creator trapped to forced checked Sun's code; and one when today.)

We can see In the episode today, due to Creator 's speeches, Moon is the one un-finished. I think in the start Creator only wants to create Sun with the KC but then he realizes Sun getting too smart may be out of control for him, so he separates the AIs into 2.

Because when Creator seemingly talks bad a lot about Sun, he just straight up doesn't care about Moon. He thinks of Moon as some obedient tools that he created and easily disposed of when it causes too much trouble. He usually called Moon as a violent beast, something can't control.

But with Sun, he seems to take some unexplained interest in him. Not in the way he can use Sun for something, but in some strange father and son relationship.

Don't believe me, okay, let me explain.

Creator called Sun's cats as his grandsons. Creator like trolling Sun because he likes seeing Sun squirm. Creator helped Sun when Moon got yeet in the portal.

(It may be because Creator has some hidden plans for Moon, but it still does not explain why he said Sun was lucky because Creator gave him a family. )

Furthermore, Creator checked Sun but not Nexus. He seems to like to interact with Sun more than Moon, and says that only because Sun is more easily manipulated and weaker than Moon.

But we both know that is not true. Sun is not afraid of Creator. Sun sasses him more times than I can tell. And he also has not threatened Creator once, but twice and maybe third times. He is also really good at reading Creator's intention, and can ask him some questions that really hit the chest and make Creator have to go away.

The relationship between their two is really interesting because it seems like to some degree, subconsciously, Creator truly thinks of Sun as his son, or at least, someone too value to be disposed of right now.

And sure, Moon has Creator's biggest ego and his intelligence, and Earth, while she is the nicest person that I know, still has a bit of ego and selfishness, (which is good for her thought, have some boundaries for herself) but Sun, I feel like there is more to tell.

Because with people Sun really hated, his tones changed. He does not stutter, or nervous. He speaks slowly, and puts his threat down as a promise and waits to see if the other is going to throw hand first or not. He is also very good at reading people, and can see what others don't see. And things he predicted often turn out to be true. (Like how suspicious that he feels at Evil Earth Dimension while Nexus seems nonchalant)

And with Dark Sun like some twist reflection of a future that Sun no longer cares about anyone. We can see how cold blood and different Sun can be. And how good at reading people and manipulating it for his own advantage Sun can be. Dark Sun and Creator share the same way of thinking, of looking at the big picture, of overlapping plans and projects.

All of these characteristics while it does not feel like they come from Creator, but from his partner, I still think some layers of Sun have Creator's trait in it. That might be the reason why Creator love to see Sun suffer so much but still be concerned if Sun truly dies.

Sidenote: Something is biting Creator's ass right now. Because he seems very eager. Wonder what will happen on July 16th

[meowcatsposts]

Better [Werewolf bf]

╰► warning: mentions of stalking and kidnapping

Overview

You get kidnapped by a werewolf, basically

(But don't worry, he has your best interests at heart)

“You deserve better,” he murmured, rough voice raspy from the lack of use. His copper eyes bore into yours, so icily striking yet fiery warm. “You really do.”

Argos was his name, you learned–the hound-human who captured you. He had an unruly and dark but smooth mane for hair, and his complexion was rather pale, like white lilies under waning moonlight. Ropes of lean muscle undulated beneath his milky skin as he scrounged for something in a heap of bones. He kept his “treasures” hidden there.

From the ghoulish pile he produced yet another skull–a dog skull. Hollowed dead eyes stared back at you as he put the piece of bone in front of your eyes, and you suppressed a small scream. Were you going to end up like this?

“You’re scared,” Argos said, dark eyebrows drawing together. “I didn’t mean to do that…” 

He paused to look you in the eyes once more, as if checking a wounded bird. Then he continued–after encapsulating your hand in his larger, rougher one. They were warm, like a hot cup of tea.

“This could have been me, a long time ago,” Argos trailed, rotating the dog skull and tilting his head to see its void eyes, too. “Neglected, starved, dead…” He set the skull down with a soft clunk. “I’ve watched you, and I see it in you, too. The people around you don’t see your worth, do they? They treat you like vermin, from what I see–something to never befriend, something to never worship.” Suddenly his eyes burned dark, a moon in a solar eclipse. A guttural growl escaped his parted lips. “And I’ve seen you cry by yourself…with no one to cry on…”

Then, gazing into your eyes like a pet who lovingly sidles up to its owner, he asked, “Was it lonely?”

You hadn’t noticed the hot tears searing your eyelids nor the blurred Argos in front of you, who held both of your hands in both of his. It was so unnerving and creepy and freaky that a hound-human like him stalked you, but at the same time it was so fuzzy and gentle and warm that it made your heart clench. Oh, how you wished for a genuine connection–a connection of trust and love and nothing else. But alas, thick ropes of human connections strangle you, leaving you breathless and choking, raw and bruised. 

Did Argos understand? Perhaps he did, because with a small smile he wiped your tears away with his thumb, murmuring soft ‘it’s ok’ s, or ‘I’ll be with you now’ s. 

“Yeah…it was lonely,” you croaked. “How do you know?”

Argos said nothing, just held you close. 

You had just returned from a hangout, rather large, consisting of several friends. A part of you was happy you went, but another whole was glad to be far, far away from that suffocating setting. Sure, everyone was cordial and bubbly and kind, but they knew each other more than you did. So you were left to drift by yourself most of the time, left to gaze upon tightly-knit trios and duos who were talking and smiling. One, as a joke, called you something foul–but apologized later on for potentially hurting your feelings. 

Minutes dragged into hours, and you soon grew exhausted by the continuous chatter that you couldn’t keep up with–or really be a part of. It was an odd number of people anyway, you told yourself. It’d be natural for someone like yourself to be floating. So you excused yourself, before you grew too sick. (Not like the others really cared, right, though they waved and said cheery ‘bye!’ s to you.)

Currently in the shower, fresh tears streamed down your wet cheeks. Why were you crying, again? Was it relief? Was it hurt? What was it, anyway?

All you knew, though, was that it felt good to cry.

Argos heard your soft sobs and whimpers bounce off the ambient shower walls. 

Every. 

Single. 

One. 

Heck, he even heard you blow your nose every so often, probably because you were crying so much. His sharp ears flattened on his head and he prowled around in endless circles, large paws making no sound on the prickly grass. His tail dangled limply and his thick fur bristled against the chilly fall breeze. 

Why did your outing have to turn so bitter? he wondered. Why did you always have to end up like this?

Argos saw how bright your hopeful eyes looked, only for it to drain drain drain away until your once beautiful eyes turned nearly dull. It reminded him of when he was infested by maggots–lying limply on cold stone, life slowly draining from his eyes. It took all of his resolve not to whisk you right away, into his humble little shack. At least he could provide you with warmth there. He would protect you–love you–unlike those unappreciative posers. There were too many of that kind, he thought bitterly.

Argos gazed blankly at the dimly lit road. It was good that it was dark; he melted into the shadows. No one to see him. No one to hear him.

“Argos, do you think I’m selfish?” you asked the now-hound male, whose large head was on your lap. Argos rumbled his throat as if to say, ‘No, you are not.’

Your fingers glided through his dense, black fur. It had been quite a while now, since he claimed you as his. Perhaps it’d been a few months now, maybe more. And your former home? Argos told you not to worry about it–apparently it’d been taken care of. How, though, you didn’t know. 

Argos treated you quite well; you were his royalty, after all. He fed you your favorite meals and snacks, gave you space (to some extent–you couldn’t leave the premises), and drowned you in his affections. When he was a wolf he licked and nipped gently at your skin, and provided you with his fur to play with. When he was human he embraced you and napped with you, and loved to kiss you–sometimes on the forehead, sometimes on the lips, but mostly on the neck, right where your heartbeat was. His kisses were usually light and sweet, a stark contrast to his brooding eyes and glacial complexion.

“Mmh, Argos,” you mumbled, resting your hands on his lean pale arms. 

Argos, on the other hand, was resting his hands on your hips, caging you between his body and a wall. His lips trailed up and down your neck, peppering it with sweet kisses. His copper eyes smoldered with heat, and his body was no different; you thought you would burn under his touch. You knew you couldn’t escape, either, since he was so big; he made you feel so small, somehow, like prey caught by a predator.

“You’re not telling me to stop, are you?” Argos stated; the way his voice lowered by octaves, clearly, it wasn’t a question.

As your breath hitched in your throat, he chuckled, eyes fluttering up to meet yours. They really looked like melted copper now, dissolved by his primal instincts–to press you into the wall…pin your wrists above your head…ravage you until dawn. But somehow, he managed to push them back to the depths of his hungry core, sticking to pressing soft kisses all over your exposed skin.

Feeling a little awkward just standing there, you slipped your fingers through his dark hair and played with the thick strands and massaged his scalp. Argos groaned faintly, just under his breath; you felt it on your skin–hot and needy. 

Getting a surge of confidence you murmured in his ear, “Do you like it?”

Argos just pressed you harder against the hard wooden walls, eliciting a cute squeak from you. (He made sure not to hurt you, though, because he knew just how easily you’d break.) It wasn’t the first time he tossed you around like a ragdoll. He loved how your eyes widened with fear, how your lips parted, how your breath became ragged and uneven; it made his blood burn with adrenaline. 

“I do,” Argos replied gruffly, “but let’s not forget about who’s pinned against the wall, now…”

Sometimes, you hated the man for his cockiness; it dripped off of him like a pungent perfume. 

But he was all you could ever ask for…

So why not stay with him?

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