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tokiro07 · 1 month

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Undead Unluck ch.204 thoughts

[Lord Forgive Me But It's Time to Go Back to The Old Me]

(Contents: Parallels - Nico/Feng/Ichico, Character development - Feng, Power system development/speculation - Souls, Character speculation - Sun/Luna)

Well! I guess we didn't need to worry about Nico staying a non-Negator after all, now did we? So much for keeping Nico "Unforgettable-free" eh, Ichico? Still, I feel better knowing that my prediction that they'd trigger it on purpose was correct, even if the exact method was a bit off

As usual, Tozuka continues to impress me with his ability to compose iconic panels. Nico's face when he absorbed all of the memories from Acopalypse is simply Unforgettable, particularly since it so immediately reverted him to his classic L100 appearance. What's really fun about that is that it's probably not that his body just suddenly remembered all of the stress and sleepless nights of Unforgettable, but rather it's the logical extreme of Artifact-based memory influx. We've seen characters develop headaches and nosebleeds from it before, most notably from Fuuko digging through an huge box full of Artifacts, so for Nico to absorb presumably ALL of Apocalypse's stored memories (stated to be the most of any Artifact), it makes sense that even the capillaries under his eyes would all burst at once from the pressure

The question now is whether or not this is a permanent change. I imagine not, since his previously haggard appearance was indicative of his suffering, the haunting knowledge that his most sacred memories would soon fade and be permanently replaced with the most wretched. L100 Nico had the opportunity to create new pleasant memories but actively rejected the possibility out of fear of losing the old, while in this world Nico is going to be able to embrace the support of others as he won't have lost Ichico this time. Honestly, no wonder Tozuka waited to introduce Mico to this world; he wanted to make sure Nico would be able to make room for her in his heart rather than keeping her at a distance

I wonder if that's another reason Tozuka chose Feng for this fight; not only is Feng's current focus on making himself unforgettable to future generations, but he's also a good parallel to Nico's role as a father. Both L100 Nico and Feng prevented themselves from properly forming attachments with their children, and L101 has given both of them the chance to make right on that. Shen explicitly acknowledges that he loves Feng as his father, and Feng even calls Shen his son, so while Feng may not be the best or even a good role model for fatherhood, he does make a compelling argument for parental redemption. If Nico really does have complete knowledge of the previous Loops now, the significance of this change won't be lost on him, and he'll be certain to make sure Mico can grow up happy and loved

Speaking of, Ichico's final speech in this chapter remind me a lot of Nico's in L100. She tells Nico that she knows he can save her because he's the first person she's ever loved, while as Nico was dying in L100, Ichico asked if he thought Mico could handle saving Fuuko's life and he replied "she's our daughter. She doesn't make mistakes." Both of them have absolute faith in their loved ones to pull through when the chips are down, and both of them hold each other in extremely high regard. These two really have such strong chemistry, I'm excited to see the sorts of interactions they have now that the cat's out of the bag

Now that I think of it, Nico's refusal to let Mico into his heart was pretty ironic since Ichico explicitly wanted to make sure that Nico wouldn't ever feel alone. Just like Leila asked Rip and Latla to find love in each other, Ichico wanted Nico to fill the void she left with Mico, and just like them, he couldn't let go of the past and move on. Leila and Ichico were also both in poor health and believed that since their lives were short they held less value, and instead sought to leave as much of an impact as possible in the time that they had, even if it was just to make the people closest to them happy

Looking at Ichico in that light, we can see another fun parallel to Feng! Feng's Unfade made him believe that he had all the time in the world and that he didn't need to leave anything behind because he'd always be there, while Ichico's Unsleep made her believe she had no time and had to leave as much behind as she could. Both of them, however, had adverse effects on their families, as Feng believed his children to exist for him to become stronger and Ichico believed her child to be an adequate replacement for herself, when in reality Feng should have focused on raising someone to surpass him and Ichico should have focused on preserving her life to be present for her family. Heck, Unforgettable manifested in Nico both times specifically because he saw Ichico's last moments and thought something to the effect of "I don't want her to die, I want to remember her." Doomed by the narrative, indeed!

Man, I'm so glad Tozuka used Feng here, I had no idea there was so much connective tissue between all these folks! I bet we still would have gotten something cool if it were Tella, but damn this is such juicy stuff!! I hope Tozuka keeps throwing all of his toys together in fun combos that get me to think this deeply in the other Master Rule fights too

Feng's inclusion here also continues to demonstrate how far he's developed, forcing him to put his money where his mouth is and sacrifice himself for someone else for a change. He was a bit incredulous at first that Ichico was suggesting he should die, which is pretty hypocritical coming from the guy who just last chapter said "you should sacrifice your wife to get stronger, it'll be cool." Once he realized that dying would help him understand souls better and that Nico could save him AND bring him back to life, Feng was all for it, and may well come to understand that being with people provides more opportunities for growth than treating them as expendable ever could

I am very interested in seeing how his death will improve his understanding of souls, though. The damage he took from Luna's soul blast as well as the damage he dealt to Sun (who Language stated has a physical body) with his knock-off Kamehameha both prove that souls can directly interact with the physical plane, something that Ghost previously stated couldn't be done. This may be a matter of interpretation, though, as Ghost also stated that Andy only couldn't move his limbs after having those parts of his soul cut off because he believed he could move his body using his soul. Ghost's interpretation was that souls couldn't touch physical matter and vice versa, so only a physical attack coated in soul could harm him by ensuring it didn't matter which form he was in

Luna's attack seems to be pure soul, so by that logic, she shouldn't have been able to deal damage to Feng's body, and yet she did. Is Luna's interpretation that a soul attack damages the soul and reflects its state on the body? Probably not, then one wouldn't be able to detach their soul for attacks in the first place, as that would cause the body to change shape (see Mahito's Idle Transfiguration in JJK). Does Luna interpret souls as having different properties at different concentrations? Is she coating her soul around the air to create physical pressure when launching her attack? Or is it something entirely different? Whatever it turns out to be, I think it will have pretty drastic implications for how battles are fought going forward

Finally, I want to touch on an interesting line from Language. She referred to Luna and Sun as "the Pinnacle of the Spiritual and the Pinnacle the Physical" respectively, and given Luna's hazy silver appearance, it does track that she is literally made of soul, but then does that mean Luna doesn't have a physical body at all? And in fact, if Luna is only a soul, then how did she exist prior to UMA Soul's creation? Is Soul really the Rule that allows souls to exist, or the Rule that allows other souls, existences like Luna, to be?

And if Luna is a soul without a body, then...is Sun a body without a soul? Can soul-based attacks work on Sun, or does the Union need to focus solely on physical attacks? Or, does defeating Sun require that Luna be defeated simultaneously, just like Ghost, because Luna is Sun's soul?

I know I say it all the time, but Tozuka really is following Oda's footsteps incredibly well. They're both so good at sprinkling in hints that make me ask questions rather than just spoonfeeding me answers, so while I desperately want the answers, the time I get to spend chewing them over and looking for them myself makes the questions stick with me and leave that much more of an impact. I sincerely hope that other mangaka are taking notes, cus I want to see so much more of this in Jump's future!

Until next time, let's enjoy life!

#undead unluck #fouryearsandananime #4y1a reviews

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cozymoko · 1 year

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Hello, I think requests are open.

I saw the list of animes you write for.

What do you think Jaeha, Zeno and So-woon(Akatsuki no Yona) reaction to a S/O who's a goddess more ancient than the dragons and uses human form to travel for a long time yet lose her memories every century as protection mechanism she placed on herself as she keeps doing the mistake of holding mortals too dear then falling into grief whenever they die, now she's thinking of turning them to a fellow god(privilege that can given to a god's soulmate only) after they die and she's finally willing to go back to heaven and restore her full memories?

OH MY GODDESS!!

Synopsis: The reader is an ancient God who travels as a human, but every century loses her memory to protect themselves. Now, she's debating on turning her love interest into a god to return to heaven with her.

Note: I made this have any obsessive love because when most people meet a god(ess) they'll want to worship them in my opinion. Deities have that effect on people.

Pairing: Jae-ha x female! reader, Zeno x female! reader, Soo-Won x female! reader

WARNING(S): slight obsession, angst in Zeno's part

Links: AKATSUKI NO YONA MASTERLIST, NAVIGATION

JAE-HA

BEING THE WOMANIZER he is, Jae-ha has come across his fair share of pretty faces; but he didn't expect a goddess to be one of them. It was evident that you were from the heavens, blessed with ineffable amounts of beauty and an ambiance just as tempting. It was no surprise the man would look to pursue you.

It's decided; he shall join you in the afterlife. As your one and only, to bask in your beauty and grace until the sun touches the horizon. Somehow you managed to sweep the playboy off his feet in record-breaking time, although that's supposedly his job. It was almost embarrassing how fast he accepted your proposal, so much so that a deep red tinge can be seen dusting his cheeks. Never had he been so enamored with a woman, one way out of his league at that.

Now the memory aspect has piqued his interest. Relationships are precious, insightful even, so why would you want to forget them? Regardless, he respects your decision. Yet over time, Jae-Ha soon realizes he'd rather you lose all memories that don't include him. After all, he's a bit jealous of all the experiences you may have had with your past lovers, and he'd rather not have any more competition than needed.

“Oh my, I believe it's that time, isn't it? Let us go to the heavens above where we shall become one. Unfortunately, I don't think I can take the anticipation much longer darling.”

ZENO

A REAL LIFE GODDESS in the flesh? Woah, this must be his lucky day. Like with most things in life, Zeno is ecstatic. Through the many centuries he's lived, not once has he been graced with the presence of a deity such as yourself. Beautiful doesn't begin to describe the beauty that endowed you. It was as though he was looking a fairy tale princess right in the eyes. Various compliments spilled from his smiling lips faster than he could account for. If he was feeling even the slightest bit of shame you had not noticed.

This being your human form enticed him to dig up the real you. He would hate to k now you're hiding anything from him. You are not obligated to unveil what you desire not to, but he'd rather bask in as much of your authenticity as "humanely" possible. Zeno is quite jealous of your ability to forget about the past, and until he met you he wished to do the same. Maybe then would he be able to start all over again and experience life one step at a time with you sticking closely by his side.

Zeno's dragon grants him the gift of immortality so dying is out of the question. He has lived to see many dragons come and go, greeted by death and to god knows where. It saddens him that even with his new powers he won't be able to fulfill your wishes. In the end, Zeno's purpose is to serve Yona and no one else. But only one woman can make his heart beat so sporadically, rendering him speechless each time they meet eyes.

“It's a shame, y'know? I really wish I could go with you and keep you company. Hah—!? Don't cry; we'll figure something out, I'm sure of it!”

SO-WOON

SOMEONE SO POWERFUL should have never taken interest in him, but oh is he glad they did. A deity, from the heavens nonetheless, had come before him with curiosity at that. Just a short conversation with you proved how extensive your knowledge is. And from the sound of it, you were much older than many mythical beings of this time. So as one does, Soo-Won ponders ways to use that to his advantage, even if it meant deceiving you. However, that was before he put his plan into motion.

Soo-Won was destined to fall deeper and deeper into the alluring solace of the goddess he had merely hoped to use. Now, the man wished to undress her, uncovering every inch of her ravishing skin; so perfect and warm. He wished to taint her with his blooded hands so she could learn to love his true nature as he loved hers. He realizes his selfishness but he simply doesn't care. There shall be no lies between you two and he'll make sure of it.

He would long for nothing more than to be with you until his last breath, even if he does not deserve to. The sins he's committed should send him nowhere but the raging depths of hell. However, he will not lose you to those cocky bastards that resided above the clouds who were waiting to take his place. And he will never allow you to erase anything regarding your future, together for eternity.

“My beautiful goddess, where have you gone? I was worried sick; Hah...I'd thought those disposable fools had gotten to you. With your permission, I shall get rid of them in your stead.”

#—🍁#x reader #yandere #yandere themes #akatsuki no yona headcanons #yona of the dawn headcanons #yona of the dawn scenarios #yona of the red dawn #akatsuki no yona scenarios #akatsuki no yona imagines #akatsuki no yona #jaeha yona #zeno yona #yona of the don soowon #yona soowon

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jessimiko · 1 year

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MANY THOUGHTS HEAD FULL, it's analysis time

So, Ruby has been blaming herself for a number of deaths, or at the very least, beating herself up about not being "good enough" to save them. Pyrrha and Penny especially, given the circumstances. Chapter 8 made that pretty clear, right?

This was all part of this period in her life where she has struggled with that heaviness, that feeling of never being enough. This is the period of her life that took her down to her lowest. She was in her caterpillar stage, if you will.

Once she hit rock bottom, she was taken to the tree, and quite literally cocooned in it. She was forced to confront her guilt and self-doubt, which is what needed to happen in order for her to rise. The tree represents change, rebirth, metamorphosis.

And when she emerged, she left those shackles behind. She realized she had been enough all along, and accepted herself, imperfections and all.

She's moved on to a new period in her life. That era of giving away pieces of herself and sacrificing her own well-being, of feeling inadequate, is over. She no longer carries the weight of Pyrrha and Penny's deaths on her shoulders.

In that way, Pyrrha and Penny represent the past, and Ruby's aforementioned guilt and self-doubt in chapter 8.

It's heavy, so heavy it's crushing her, but she feels like she can't let go of it. And that's what was preventing her from moving forward, what was holding her back.

But what about the future, and what could be?

In chapter 8, Oscar and Little both represent the future, and the people Ruby hasn't lost yet.

She's shown both of their deaths, real or not, and it's enough to break her. What is the point in fighting if everyone she loves is just going to die anyway? How could she ever look any of them in the eye again if she isn't good enough to protect them, even now?

This is the manifestation of Ruby's greatest fear.

But, at the same time...

...they also represent the good things the future could hold.

Little has ascended and become Somewhat. They found their purpose, and came back as a better version of themselves. Somewhat may not have Little's memories...but the heart rarely forgets, right? The bond Ruby had with Little is still there, deep down. Just because they're gone, and they may not see Somewhat ever again...that doesn't mean she has to leave them behind. They live on as a part of her memories.

EDIT: and how could I forget!!! Ruby's one act of kindness is what led Little to becoming Somewhat, becoming what they needed to be. Ruby's actions and decisions can lead to good, even remarkable things, in the future. And this is proof!

"Nothing, no one, is ever truly gone."

Oscar has the courage to face whatever it is the future holds for him. He is afraid, and he doesn't deny that, he fights on in spite of it. He is a very open and honest person, and he could see Ruby's pain from the beginning. He sees her.

And something is budding between Ruby and Oscar. Something is going to shift once they reunite, as they've both been made painfully aware of how it would feel to lose each other. How will their relationship grow from here? Will they find comfort and safety in each other? Will they grow even closer? I believe it was Miles himself who said their relationship is still being defined. Who knows what the future holds for the both of them, together?

Unlike the past, the future is uncertain. It could lead to many things, both good and bad.

With the end of this volume, we've reached a very big turning point. Ruby has taken the first steps toward the future, ready to leave the weight of the past behind.

#rwby #rwby9 #ruby rose #rosegarden?? in MY analysis post?? unheard of /s #he's just such an important part of her narrative #if you disagree with that idk what to tell you #you're just wrong lmao

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girl-next-door-writes · 1 year

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I Really Can't Stay

Characters: Steven Grant x Reader

Summary: The holiday season may be ‘magical’, but can it give Steven the one thing he really wants this year?

Word Count: 1171 words

Prompt: #15: A didn’t like the holiday season, until they met B

A/N: Starting off my Steven Grant Seasons Greetings is the wonderful @sweetjedi who chose this prompt for the wonderful Steven Grant. It turns out, all my prompts seem to lend themselves to somewhat of a mini-series so feel free to follow this little adventure or read them as separate ramblings if you so wish.

People would have assumed that December would be one of Steven’s favourite times of year. The holiday season so full of joy and wonder, surely, he was the epitome of that, but they would be very wrong. Of course, he would smile politely and exchange seasons greetings, but he dreaded hearing the first strains of Christmas music playing in a shop as he passed by, indicating the start of the madness.

Memories of past Decembers haunted him. Everything was so loud, so bright, so manically happy. It was false and terrifying. Everyone grabbing to get their own needs met. Parties with people he didn’t know and who very obviously didn’t care for his conversation. The cold and the wet and the shoving and the crowds. It was all a little overwhelming.

It wasn’t that he hated the festivities, far from it, but it seemed like this time of year was for couples and happy families and with Steven being very much alone the constant reminder was taking its toll. In all honesty, he had been mad busy this year and just didn’t have the energy to be running around just because it was the done thing. He just wanted to be at home, with Gus, and some cheesy films and terrible vegan alternatives to Christmas treats.

Standing behind the counter of the gift shop, he watched a couple nervously exchange gifts and his mind drifted back to this time last year. It seemed to be happening more and more lately, the memory of a brief encounter, the echoes of what could have been.

He had been hurrying along the street, collar turned up against the cold because he’d lost his bloody scarf at some point. Deciding that he’d just have to replace it, he ducked into a nearby shop and frantically began searching their selection for something that wasn’t perfect for an eight-year-old girl. Sadly, their scarf selection appeared to have a very specific demographic.

“Hate to interrupt, you look very deep in thought there, but, erm, if pink with unicorns isn’t really your thing then there are a few other choices over towards the back.” A soft voice had brought him out of his thoughts and he turned quickly, his frown melting away as he blinked owlishly at a rather attractive stranger. “Not that you couldn’t rock the pink unicorn look, or maybe you’re buying for someone else and I should absolutely mind my own business and-“

“No!” Steven said rather loudly, startling both of you. “I mean, no, thank you. I lost mine you see, and it’s rather nippy out there.”

He had expected you to nod and then move away, not stay and engage him in conversation until the shop owner was practically kicking you out because it was closing time. You’d exchanged numbers. Steven Grant had actually been given a phone number by a gorgeous stranger who didn’t mind when he rambled.

He should have called but life got in the way. New exhibit came in, more stock to shift, Donna being a fucking nightmare on a daily basis. Okay, so maybe the longer he’d left it the more nervous he’d got about reaching out, but the life thing too, yeah?

Spring time arrived and as the daffodils bloomed so did Steven’s hopes. You had texted him, luckily you were far braver. A lunch date was arranged. Well, it was arranged and then rescheduled five times, and then Steven stood you up. Not on purpose! God, no, he would never have done that on purpose but somehow the days got away from him and what was once Thursday was now Sunday and he was left scrambling. You’d been lovely about it, had told him not to worry, another time perhaps. Another time that never happened.

Sitting in the park on a warm summer day, eating his sandwich and watching the pigeons, Steven was surprised when his phone vibrated in his pocket. He was even more surprised when he saw it was from you. He was completely astonished when he realised the two of you had been having a brief text conversation, he had no recollection of!

Flicking back up the screen and reading through the messages, it appeared that he had invited you to the beach. The two of you had apparently discussed which one and how to get there, even going so far as to talk train times. His heart was pounding as he realised that you had agreed on this coming Saturday, maybe he hadn’t completely screwed up. Well, maybe he had but you, being the lovely, lovely you that you were had given him another chance.

His smile faltered when he saw your latest message though. You’d had to cancel. Something had come up and you were really sorry, but you couldn’t meet up this weekend. There was no indication on time scale, no alternative offered, and so Steven figured you’d thought he might stand you up again, you didn’t trust him to show. In all honesty, he couldn’t say for sure that he would, what with all the blank spaces in his memory lately.

Pushing himself up off the counter, he kicked himself for the millionth time that year. He could have had someone. He could have shared the magic of the season with someone lovely, but he’s Stevened the whole situation. He didn’t deserve you.

The end of his shift came. He’d agreed to work til closing even though it was Christmas Eve, wasn’t like he had somewhere else to be. Grabbing his coat and his bag, he wrapped his scarf around his neck and tried not to think about you helping him pick it out.

Making his way down the cold and wet streets he suddenly remembered that he needed to pick up some milk. The shops would be closed tomorrow, and he had barely enough for a brew back home. Shoving his hands in his pockets, he kept his head down and headed towards the local shop.

He was standing in line at the cashier when he felt a tap on his shoulder. Turning to apologise, because surely he must have done something to deserve the tap, he was surprised to see you standing right there behind him in the queue!

“Hey stranger. Glad to see you’ve not lost your scarf this year.” The warmth of your smile made his brain melt a little round the edges and he stumbled to find any words at all.

“I’m on my own.” He managed, his face crumpling as he heard the words.

“Me too. This year has been so crazy. Back in summer I got the worst sunburn you have ever seen. My own fault really, fell asleep reading in the park like a total idiot. Anyway, how have you been?”

And just like that the two of you fell into easy conversation, as if the intervening year had never happened. Maybe the holiday season wasn’t all that bad, Steven thought. After all, it had brought you into his life twice now.

#Steven Grant #Steven Grant x reader #Steven's Greetings #gndw fic

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love4heejayke · 1 year

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SYNOPSIS: Born from the full moon's light, Y/N is sent by her witch aunt on a secret mission to Decilis Academy, the purpose of which is to investigate the source of the obscure energy that hovers under the Silver Millennium. However, when she saves her roomate Sooha from the attack of dark creatures with the power to fortify themselves from the energy of nightmares and discovers her secret identity, she promises not to tell her friends, but everything changes once she falls for Lee Heli, one of Decelis' star students and possibly, her past life's lover.

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5 - the new student who wants to learn (5)

In Diana and Selene's absence, the Boys of Destiny took responsibility for ______'s training, helping her to hone her powers and improve her combat techniques, in the hope of recovering her memories as Princess Dalia in this way. With beaming eyes and a determined smile on his face, Eugene teleported her to Tritonis. Located 60 km from the Silver Palace, Tritonis is one of the provinces conquered by the Coronas Plateadas and also home to the colossal ruins of the Celestial Arena. Once an imposing structure perched above the Silver Millennium, they now found themselves in a state of decay and disrepair. The arena, which was once the scene of epic battles between celestial warriors, and iconic conflicts between Solarian soldiers from El Dourado and Lunar fighters from the Silver Millennium, was now in ruins, with collapsed walls and broken columns. The vaulted ceiling, which used to be ornamented with scenes of celestial battles, now had large holes that allowed sunlight to penetrate inside. The stadium floor was littered with broken stones and rubble, and the stands that used to seat thousands of spectators were now empty and covered in moss. Some of the marble staircases leading up to the stands were still intact, but many others had collapsed.

Despite its decay, it still exuded an aura of grandeur and mystery. Its walls and columns were decorated with intricate carvings and geometric patterns that seemed to move and change shape as the sunlight changed position. In some spots, fragments of colorful mosaics could still be seen, reminding visitors that the arena was once a masterpiece of celestial art and architecture.

Regardless of its current seemingly useless condition, the ancient Celestial Arena is still a sacred place to many denizens of the Silver Millennium, where its walls tell tales of how the strongest celestial warriors fought to defend their worlds and their royalty. The ruins continued to exude a sense of power and grandeur even in their decayed state, a testament to the greatness that was once lunar civilization.

Eugene's chest filled with euphoria as he looked at the majestic ruins, remembering his History of Magic lessons given by Selene and DK, but ______ remained indifferent to his excitement.

"Oh ______, don't you think this place is amazing?"

"Where are we again?"

"WHAT DO YOU MEAN WHERE ARE WE?!?!?!" Eugene yelled "This is the grand Celestial Arena! Iconic setting of the Eclipse War! A masterpiece of Silver Millennial architecture!"

"To you, because to me this is all a useless bunch of broken rocks." _____ rolled his eyes

"Are you kidding me? It was here that your highness commanded an army of Lunari mages and high-ranking warriors from the Corona Plateadas to drive the Solaris and an echelon of enhanced humans with Sun magic from Tritonis!"

"And she won?"

"SHE WON!" the young paladin shouted

"Wow! What does Selene offer you that is so good to talk about her with such animation and eloquence?"

"She gave us everything! A place in her kingdom, new adventures, knowledge and the authority to silence your rants and start training!"

"If you insist." _____ laughed through his nose

Eugene and ______ were in position, ready to begin magical combat training. The paladin had his holy sword drawn, while the reincarnated fairy princess floated in the air with a determined look in her eyes.

He began to move quickly, using his teleportation ability to get closer to the fairy princess. She, in turn, used her gravity control powers to create a barrier that prevented the paladin from advancing. He tried to lash out with his sword, but she used her telekinesis to dodge the blow.

He charged forward, lunging with his sword as _____ dodged deftly and hurled small blue balls of light in his direction. He defended himself with his sword, blocking each attack with precision.

So she decided to change her tactics. She closed her eyes and concentrated on her telepathy power, reading Eugene's thoughts to discover her weaknesses. She found he was thinking of one of the ancient statues, especially those representing Selene's ancient guardians.

She opened her eyes and focused on one of the statues of Artemis, the oldest of Selene's guardians. She channeled her telekinetic power, making the statue move and appear to approach Eugene. The paladin was momentarily distracted, allowing her to attack with more intensity.

He realized her friend's delusion and quickly composed himself, lunging forward and slashing with his sword. With no time to dodge, she was hit and fell to the ground, but she got up immediately.

"I have to admit, you are becoming a strong opponent, _____" said Eugene, with a smile. "But there's still a lot to learn."

The two looked at each other for a moment, before pulling away from each other. They knew they still had a lot to learn and perfect in their magical combat powers, but they were willing to put in the effort to become stronger. After all, they would have to be ready to protect the Silver Millennium from any threat.

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Sooha, after winning last year's battle against Dardan, the Prime Vampire, has been reborn as Selen, princess of Opole, a cold kingdom 65 km north of the capital of the Silver Millennium. Known for its stalwart Emerald Grape vines and prime boar meat, Opole, once a kingdom whose Lunari were enslaved by Dardan in a darkness that seemed eternal, its now free, but Sooha had made a great sacrifice to stop them and his vampires from New Moon. She absorbed the blood and spirit of Vahgr, the wolf-god, thus awakening her powers as a Lunari princess, giving up her mortality to fight alongside Heli and his brothers. Now, she had transformed into a semi-mortal woman, more powerful and confident and endowed with an enviable beauty for her future subjects.

Her hair, once dark and silky, now became a cascade of silver strands, shining like the moonlight, cascading down her shoulders, highlighting her deep, piercing blue eyes. Her skin took on a pale, radiant, almost ethereal hue, complemented by her peach-sweet rosy lips. Her pale skin seems lit by moonlight, and her delicate but determined features convey her newfound strength and power. She is dressed in a long ice-blue formal gown embroidered with silver threads that shimmer in the moonlight. The dress has long sleeves and a high collar that protects her from the bitter cold of Opole's kingdom. Her feet are covered in brown leather boots that go up to the knee, providing protection from snow and ice. She was sitting at her oak desk, with a stack of History of Magic books stacked in front of her. Her tutor, a gray-haired wise old man, sat beside her, reading silently as she flipped through the pages. As she read the stacked books, some of her past life memories flashed back with each lunar cycle, but still she had a lot to learn about her lineages, so the tutor was responsible for updating her on the new customs of this new Lunar Empire. He, a gray-haired wise old man, sat beside her, reading in silence as she flipped through the pages. He was reading aloud from an ancient book about the lineage of Lunari queens and their deeds.

"Interesting, isn't it?" The tutor remarked, his gaze lifting from his tome. "All matrons of the Kynthos lineage are renowned for their potent sorcery and just governance. They have been the architects of numerous notable accomplishments within the realm of wizardry, amassing devotees with each lunar cycle and amassing triumphs against the nefarious Sun Empire."

"So, is there any chance that I will one day become the Queen of the Silver Millennium?" she asked the tutor, with a hint of hope in her voice.

"Verily, nay, Your Grace."

"What? Why not?"

"Since the ascension of Queen Selene I, hath been established a tribal royal matriarchy within thine empire. Each house of the Lunari elite doth select its representative, and a Celestial Assembly is opened every 3,000 years to elect the next Mother Moon to assume the throne."

"So even with my powers awake..." she asked wistfully

The tutor shook his head in response.

"Apologies, my princess, but neither thy lineage, nor the house to which Your Excellency belongs, hath been revealed. This doth signify that thou shalt have to await the next Celestial Assembly, in approximately 3000 years' time, when the next mother-moon shall be chosen."

Sooha lowered her head in dismay. She has always wondered about her future and wondered if one day she would be able to rule over the Silver Millennium. But now, the thought of waiting another 3000 years to find out if she had a chance seemed like an eternity.

"That's a long time! How can I wait so long to discover my destiny?"

The tutor stood up." Thou art young, my lady. Thou hast much time ahead and much to learn. Who knows what the future holds?

She sighed and nodded. She knew her tutor was right. There was so much she needed to know and a lot to keep preparing for any eventuality. After all, she was still a Lunari princess in training and had important responsibilities to fulfill.

With that in mind, she turned her attention back to History of Magic classes, determined to learn all she could about the Lunari queens' lineage and the Silver Millennium's future, with her professor about to emerge from the bookshop to give her privacy to pursue her studies, but just as she was about to leave, the princess asked about an image in her book: a silhouette of a tall woman, with long flowing straight white hair who was wearing a long white dress and a silver crown on top of her head. In her hands she held tightly her staff that emanated an intense silver light, with black chains of pure malachite pointed towards another woman, whose long black hair fell in a cascade over her shoulders, like a cloud of darkness. Her eyes were an intense red glow, with an expression of fury on her face.

"Sir Marek, what is this?"

"Sadly, thou hast uncovered a dark chapter in thy history, Majesty: the Triad Civil War."

"Triad, Civil War?" she asked in a terrified tone

Marek grabbed the book off her desk, open to that dreaded chapter in the History of Magic. With his hands he invoked his illusion magic to show those images, as he told the story.

"The Triad Civil War began when the New Moon Witch and her army of corrupted vampires invaded the Silver Millennium. The newly crowned Queen Selene, in her youth, led her mother Diana's troops to combat the threat, but the witch was a powerful sorceress, and her dark abilities were difficult to confront. The battle was long, and many lives were lost. However, eventually, Selene managed to drive out the witch and her followers to Alexandrite, which once was a sanctuary of pure moon magic. Sadly, corruption, hatred, and the thirst for revenge spread throughout the kingdom in the form of an intense, toxic, and corrosive mist in shades of red, purple, and dark green, pure darkness. Thus, Alexandrite transformed into Obsidian, a ruined realm filled with dark magic, nightmares, and tormented spirits. It became a frightening and perilous place that no one dares to visit."

Sooha listened attentively to the story and imagined what would become of that place. She wondered if the New Moon witch was still there, ruling over the corrupted vampires and guessed that her dear friends from Decelis Academy might be those vampires. She felt a shiver run down her spine just thinking about it and shook her head to skake it off this thought.

"What happened with the New Moon Witch?" She asked.

"Verily, Your Highness, no soul knoweth for certain. 'Tis said she doth still reside there, ruling Obsidian with an iron fist. Yet, there be no recent accounts of visitors to the realm, or if there be any, they ne'er hath been made known, for those who dared venture into Obsidian were consumed by the New Moon's corruption and never did return." he answered.

She closed the book and looked out the window, wondering what was going on in Obsidian right now. She wondered if she would ever be strong enough to face the witch and her followers. She was determined to find out. If her destiny as a princess was to stop her, she will train hard until that impure woman's sins are paid for.

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Solaria is a city built around a huge arena, surrounded by high walls of golden stone, located in the center of the El Dorado Empire. The city has a vibrant and energetic atmosphere, and is known as the most renowned military training center in the empire, where the strongest and most skilled soldiers are trained to serve the Horak, the Solari army.

The arena is the heart of Solaria, and is used to train and test soldiers' combat skills. It is a large circle of yellow sand, surrounded by raised stands, where high-ranking officers watch training and mock battles. Surrounding the arena are many barracks, training academies, meditation areas, and classrooms where soldiers learn the most advanced tactics and strategy.

Its buildings are all built in golden stone, with details in red and orange, the colors of the sun. There are many sun flags throughout the site, symbolizing the soldiers' loyalty to the empire and the sun. The city is bustling and noisy, with soldiers in training marching through the streets and officers moving around in carriages.

It is also known for its golden tower working as a meeting place for elite Solari diplomats, who come to discuss treaties and political agreements with the empire. There are many luxury hotels and fine restaurants in the city, catering to the needs of diplomats. However, the atmosphere is still dominated by militarism and loyalty to the sun, which are the foundations of the El Dorado empire.

Now Diana and Selene were in the meeting room, ready to negotiate a peace treaty between the Empires of the Sun and the Moon. Diana sat in a chair, while Selene stood beside her, her hands clasped in front of her. In front of her was a large table, with representatives of the El Douradorian elite seated on the other side. Among them are Ra, ambassador of El Dorado, Marshal Surya, leader of Golden Vanguard warriors, Vivasvan, nephew of Apollo, judge of the house of Delos, the family responsible for the Judiciary power of the empire, Inti, priest of the Golden Temple and Nefrita, healer and leader of the Farmers of Medicinal Plants. Everyone was seated at a round table, with Diana and Selene in front of them.

"Thank you for the invitation, ambassadors." Selene and Diana bowed.

"The honor is ours, Scorn of the Moon." Vivasvan bowed back

"My nephew was right to summon you, as we face an emergency situation!"

"Well, say it." Diana exclaimed in a firm voice

"Hordes of shadows are attacking our roadside and scaring away tourists from our Empire! Something needs to be done!" dictated Surya

"We understand. What can we do to get around this situation?"

"We demand that Clan Kynthos take responsibility for this crisis!" roared Ra

"This is nonsense, Ambassador!" The soldier slammed both hands on the table and stood up "Our family has no involvement in these attacks!"

"How not? Hecate, the unholy witch you consider your daughter, was in power millennia ago." accused Apollo "Didn't you stop to think that your daughter might be sending these shadows to seize the throne and thus plot a coup against our glorious Empire?"

And for over 2 hours, Diana and the Solari ambassadors argued and verbally abused each other, losing control of their mental faculties, generating a massive wave of negative energy, one that Selene could see from a thousand miles away. outside the hall, Selene also saw lurking shadows feeding on this aura. For a long time she was silent, watching them trade insults and vilify their authorities, until 3 hours later, she got up and angrily slammed her fist under the table.

"ENOUGH!" Selene screamed, her brow furrowed and her teeth as white as moonlight clenched together. "ENOUGH OF THESE BASELESS INUSTS!"

"HOW DARE YOU, LITTLE GIRL!?" Apollo snapped "WHO ARE YOU TO RAISE YOUR VOICE WITH US?!?!"

"I am Selene, Silver Millennium's queen and future empress of Elysium! As the highest authority of the Kynthos clan, I will not tolerate my family being slandered in this way! If this is the ONLY way to negotiate peace between the Sun and Moon peoples, then I will refuse your preposterous conditions! As long as I live, our Lunari kind won't no longer…"

"DAUGHTER, WATCH OUT!"

The marshal of the Corona Plateadas noticed that one of the shadows was going to hurt her with its poisonous malachite claws, but with her silver steel katana, with its curved and sharp tip, she cut the hand that would attack her daughter.

"Everyone, get out of here! This is an ambush!" Diana ordered

A dark green toxic and corrosive mist raged across Solaria. The Solarian citizens suffocated, intoxicated by the evil mist. But Diana and Selene, the Lunari leaders, were not intimidated, with the swing of Selene's staff, they teleported out of the arena and directly confronted the shadows, however, these shadows were different from the others, they were taller, more robust and they had an almost indestructible physical body that regenerates with each injured member, even so, they advanced and struck tirelessly in the hope of finding a weak point for those creatures, however, Diana lost her daughter in the pursuit. Cornered like a silverwing caged by a hunter, the marshal tries to move in the face of the fog, but is hit by a sudden movement in her back. Due to the force of the blow, she let her sword slip from her fingers, losing her body balance until she fell unconscious on her stomach. At the same time that her mother was slaughtered, Selene felt her heart sink. After expelling the shadows from a tapestry stall in the open market, she noticed the mist lifting and ran towards the battle site, but only found a still, pale and bloody body, with a huge tear in her dress and an open wound. in your column. The mother moon knelt down and let her boiling tears of anger fall on her face. She dug her nails into the sand and lifted her head, screaming her chest open. Next to her was Nefrita and her healer followers, still confused and in shock from the attack on the tower, Nefrita asked with a hand placed on the mother moon's shoulder.

"Mrs.Kynthos, what happened?"

However, Selena's time seemed to run out again, when he saw clouds of darkness covering the golden and burning sun of Solaria. Meanwhile, footsteps of shadows covered the ground, accompanied by a tall woman in the center, that was Melinoe, the Shadow Caller.

Melinoe, the Shadow Caller, exudes an aura of enigmatic allure. With long, flowing ebony locks cascading down her back, she is the embodiment of darkness personified. Her eyes, a mesmerizing shade of deep malachite, seem to hold the secrets of the night itself, hinting at the power she wields.

Clad in a flowing cloak of midnight black, adorned with intricate silver symbols, she moves with an ethereal grace. Her slender fingers, adorned with darkened rings, effortlessly command the shadows to dance at her will. Her pale complexion contrasts against the darkness surrounding her, further accentuating her mysterious presence.

Melinoe's attire is a reflection of her connection to the shadows. She wears a gown of black silk, fitted yet flowing, as if it were crafted from the essence of darkness itself. Intricate patterns of silver, green and red thread traced in the edges, shimmering in the faint light. A medley of feathers and chains hang delicately from her waist, each carrying a hint of ancient magic.

As she glides through the shadows, her voice resonates like a haunting melody, invoking a sense of both fear and fascination. Her enchanting presence is a testament to her mastery over the shadows, drawing all who witness her into the depths of her enigmatic world. She stands as a captivating figure towards the Mother Moon with a malicious smile as she watches Selene growl in anger. Her deep blue eyes didn't stray from the witch for even a minute and his teeth clenched, brow furrowed and fists clenched, showed complete hostility towards the witch. tThe witch grinned with the queen's despair, leaving those who encountered her in both awe and trepidation.

"Greetings, Your Majesty." Melinoe said

"Miss, what does all that mean?" The healer asked in shock.

"We have no time to lose." she responded by handing her mother's body over to Nefrita's arms. "Take my mother as far away as you can."

The queen got up panting and tried to punch the woman, but she dodged it easily. Shadows dance around Melinoe and Selene as they engage in an intense battle. Selene, driven by fury and determination, launches luminous attacks with her lunar energy, while Melinoe summons darkness to envelop her in a mist of shadows.

Selene fights with all her might, her sword gleaming silver as she swings in with quick, accurate slashes. However, Melinoe, skilled in her dark art, dodges with agility and counterattacks with sinister spells, seeking to weaken her opponent.

Despite the queen's best efforts, she finds herself at a disadvantage in the face of her dark magic. Every blow she lands is blocked or dispelled by the shadows, and she feels the weariness weigh on her wounded body. Determined to avenge her injured mother, she draws on all her reserves of energy, but it doesn't seem to be enough.

With a heavy heart and heavy breathing, she kneels on the ground, feeling her impending defeat. Tears of frustration and anger slide down her cheeks as she looks up at dark sky, seeking the strength to carry on.

In the midst of despair, Selene closes her eyes and her lips move in a silent prayer. Waves of silver energy envelop her body and propagate through the air, depositing the maximum hope from the bottom of her heart, expecting that her prayer will be answered.

A/N: New chapter at the NEW moon? Not much usual, but since this chapter has relevance for the future, I needed to post it like this.

A/N²: Also, for everyone's happiness (or unhappiness), Sooha is back.

A/N³: But, she's back too! Nice to write you, Sowon!

#enhypen #enhypen imagines #enhypen smau #enhypen scenarios #darkmoon obsidian #dark moon #enhypen fanfiction #decelis academy #decelisacademy #enhypen fluff #enhypen heeseung #heeseung smau #heeseung au #heeseung social media au #fantasy #strangers to lovers #high school au

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ereborne · 7 months

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please please please, did the space-monk keep his armies up his sleevies??

Of course he did!

This is an exceptionally silly title, but in my defense, it’s a nonsense file full of contradictory timeline schenanigans and snippets of a fic I am not writing. The same fic I’m very very absolutely not writing that I mentioned in the seven-sentence post last Sunday, actually! It has been plaguing me.

The thing is, is that I am so sure there ought to be a way to make it work. I haven’t found it so far, so far I have only found many ways not to make the metaphorical lightbulb, but I feel so strongly that it should work. I will make it work eventually, and then I will be free.

The ‘it’ (army up our sleevey) in question: the Mandalorian Empire! I am so sure that there should be a way to rewrite these wholeass war stars so that the Mandalorian Excision is a turning point in the history of the Jedi Order, but in the opposite direction from canon. Have it be the first time the Jedi were commanded to go commit large-scale violence against a sovereign system just because the Republic said to, and so the first time the Jedi found themselves truly pushed to a point where they cannot do as ordered without wholly breaking the tenets of their Order but cannot disobey and keep themselves safe and in a position to fulfil the objectives of their Order—and have them turn to the Force for a third option.

It's a pretty radical third option, because I want to play with the timeline and also because the one scene makes me so so so happy, but—instead of killing off the Mandalorians, they meet with them, make a deal with them, pack them up on ships, and slide them into a pocket in the Unifying Force to be retrieved (much) later, when it’s safe. Fast forward all the way to AotC, once the Jedi have discovered the clone army prepped for them on Kamino and received that implicit authorization to hire what amounts to a mercenary army, they can do a fine magician’s flourish and pull the better part of the Mandalorian Empire out of their sleeves! What a scene that would be, I want it so badly.

And all the fun of the set-up, too! Imagine it, right, the Jedi have elevated ‘from a certain point of view’ to a zen art and have a now long-running history of taking creative options to do the most good possible regardless of Republic guidelines, but keeping it all on the down-low has given the Jedi chronically poor PR (essentially the same as they have in canon) and the truth of many things has passed out of memory and into the keeping of the Force. Then the tragedy at Galidraan happens, Dooku’s faith wavers, and the Force returns one secret to them—Dooku’s good friend Sifo-Dyas gets him together with Master Archivist Jocasta Nu and the three of them learn about the pocket Mandos waiting to be pulled, the absolute proof of how far the Jedi will go (and how much the Force will support them) in order to preserve life. And then immediately after that revelation is when Sidious comes to whisper in Dooku’s ear, all his manipulations, how the Republic is corrupt and the Jedi are useless and if Dooku wants power enough to make a difference he’ll need to do something radical—and Dooku is playing him the entire time.

And thematically, it could be so good! Revisiting the original Star Wars question of are the Jedi knights following lords or monks serving a higher purpose! The distinction between lying to gain the freedom to do good (Jedi mind-trick) and manipulations to gain power to do evil (Sith compulsion)! Once-and-future Mandos who are both the kings waiting to return to their people and the sword waiting to be drawn! The Clone Wars are still fought, kind of! An Empire still rises, kind of! The clones who were chattel, produced and sold by a failed Mand’alor, denied any culture or history, destined to fight and die unacknowledged in someone else’s war; now being adopted wholesale by the returned Mandalorian people, hailed as a gift from the Force itself, sharing their knowledge of modern times and being taught all the cultural traditions of Mandalore’s heyday, being treated as beloved children and kept as safe as any Mando’ad could be! Anakin, fatherless child of the Force, as the prophesied Chosen One, found by the will of the Living Force, trained by a sleight-of-hand master with a powerful connection to the Unifying Force, strong enough to bring balance to the Force not through massacre but instead by bringing back an entire people! Renewal, healing, proof that good will always ultimately triumph over evil but that you have to get it there through a balanced combination of faith and hard work! So fun!!!!

Exactly how and when all this happens and what the hell all the fallout is, though, all that stuff still escapes me. This file is an absolute nightmare bog of snippets and bullet-point ranting.

#asks #anternika #hi hi hi hi <3 <3 <3 <3 #thank you for validating my incredibly silly joke #I just I so very much want to see Obi-Wan and Anakin open up the void of space above Kamino into essentially a Force-constructed hyperlane #pull an armada out like space rabbits from a galactic hat and then laugh directly in Sidious' face #and then a three-strand plot to handle the Separatists the Sith and the rehoming of pretty much everybody (Jedi and clones and Mandos etc)#I know there has to be a way to do it but it's like I'm doing a puzzle blind. just slamming pieces together and feeling them fail to click #how to have the clones around long enough to be established characters and give them agency enough to opt in to the fighting?#have Dooku sneak Obi-Wan in as a trainer on Kamino before the Jedi are able to officially discover the clone army? where's Anakin?#other questions then: what's the place of the Shadows in this adjusted Jedi Order? what's the state of slavery in this galaxy?#what's the state of the Mandalorian remnants? the New Mandalorians? what's Obi-Wan's history with them now?#and later where are we putting the returned Mandalorians? to what extent do we let the Separatists secede? are we dissolving the Republic?#who knows! certainly not me. I have a million options sketched out and they're all mutually-exclusive #and anyway almost all my scenes turn into various characters talking to the clones about their past experiences and future opportunities #I just love them so much

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catoscloves · 2 years

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i don't understand why t100 s5 is so unpopular in fandom because imo it was easily the best written season of the entire series??? i mean

everyone's six year glowup was fantastic. all the characters looked really attractive. clarke, kabby (their whole aging gray hair thing was hot even if they became totally unbearable hypocrites), octavia, diyoza and mccreary, spacekru... also BELLAMY'S BEARD???? hello that was awesome he truly leaned into his Cheer Dad personality

becho was one of the sweetest and healthiest relationships. lack of flashback/spacekru centric ep aside (my only complaint about s5 tbh), they got through their past differences together, in an environment where they weren't in any significant danger or participated in opposite sides of a war (which lbr was the only reason their dynamic was "unhealthy" in the first place), and they were able to prioritize their mental health and become real friends who shared things about themselves

bloodreina and diyoza were the best villains ever??? their ice cold bad bitches personalities were so fascinating to watch onscreen. i get that octavia is unpopular because of her treatment of bell in s5 but as a character she totally POPPED (also wonkru's whole blood cult thing and eligius being full of sociopathic war criminals was great entertainment material, and part of what made my s5 watching experience so enjoyable)

spacekru slowly becoming fond of each other and transitioning into a found family over their six years together offscreen was amazing. their affection and loyalty towards each other was so heartwarming, they never cared about the war, or eligius vs octavia, only being reunited and spending time in each other's company. plus the group's banter/chemistry, the memori breakup + resulting angst/raven & emori friendship, bellamy being murphy's Big Brother/bullying murphy into recognizing his self worth/respecting and valuing murphy's input to the discussion (just murphamy's developed friendship in general), marper being involved in the memori breakup because they care about their friends' happiness, the echo/monty hug and echo/murphy friendship, emori comforting echo, bellamy refusing to leave raven behind, were also total highlights of the season

k*bby betraying octavia immediately when given the chance and leaving her to deal with the consequences of the cannibalistic blood cult, abby torturing raven (a girl she dared to call "daughter) for the sake of an addiction she couldn't control....... they finally revealed their true colors and it was glorious (and kinda sad because i could not stand them as characters anymore, although at least they remained consistent in their hypocrisy)

cl*rke torturing her own friends to "protect" the daughter she placed a shock collar on (and being called out by the narrative for it/not being handed blanket forgiveness) was absolutely amazing

mccreary and abby/diyoza (even kane) had ridiculous amounts of sexual tension, it was absurdly hot

i love vincent, that cannibalist freak. he's like a feral rabid pet and it was adorable (also he put kane's life in danger which was hilarious, in the sense that it served as abby's punishment)

the aesthetic appeal of wonkru and their hunger games style feeding ritual, octavia's tyranny, it was positively fucked up :D i also loved echo's arc as a "spy," subverting her inital role in the series (something that brought her so much vitriol from fandom) and using it for a positive purpose

it was horrifying and gruesome and violent which automatically gives it five stars in my book 😌

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Zoissette was a boisterous child, energetic as was her wont, prone to mischief, and full of vim.

“I need you to stay still for five minutes” “It is up to you to take care of yourself.” “Must you be a bother?” “Not right now” “You are such a queer child.” “Children should be seen, not heard.” “We must needs all tend to our duties.” “You can play later.” “It will be up to you to take care of the house while we are gone.” “Don’t you have any semblance of common sense?” “Don’t ask so many questions.” “Go bother your father with that.” “You can always read later.” “It is up to you to look after your little brothers.” “Why don’t you ask your mother?” “Don’t be helpless.” “Don’t be so selfish.” “The needs of the house must come first.” “Shut up.” “Yes, but we need you here.” “How do you not know this?” “Don’t you know anything?” “It is up to you.” “It is up to you.” “It is up to you.”

Zoissette was quiet and polite, ever helpful, a dutiful daughter, an asset to her house.

~*~

Zoissette was determined, now.

She pored over ancient books and read through lab reports, sent Lavender to recover obscure materials and hurried through manuscripts, and she never, ever lost her focus.

She had purpose, now. She was useful.

“There is no need to push so hard,” said Y’shtola one night, tired herself. She gave her friend a small smile, and touched her lightly on the arm as she spoke. “This is no mere sprint, but a long journey we must needs measure ourselves upon. Noumenon shall be here anon.”

Zoissette nodded, and dutifully cleaned away their dishes as they went back to the Baldesion Annex.

She dreamed of books and memories.

~*~

Zel crossed his arms and leaned against a wall in the records room.

“Need me to find something? You know I’m good at that,” he said.

Zoissette shook her head. She was not helpless, she would not be helpless about this. She would do what work she could on her own before reaching out for help.

Zel shrugged, and looked around. “So, you’ve been spending a lot of time around cousin,” he said conversationally. “Does Mathye know? Are you going to introduce them to each other?”

This was not a wholly unexpected direction. Fortunately, she knew more now than the last few times he had clumsily hinted towards this particular line of inquiry.

“Zel,” said Zoissette gently. “Do not.”

“What? Do not what, exactly? I am not doing anything.”

Zoissette looked around the records room. She needed to retrieve the data from the first time Y’shtola and her fellows had spirited themselves across the void to head to the thirteenth. Though much of the data had been recorded by Zoissette herself, she wished to review it.

Easier to do if not distracted.

“You are prone to fits of romanticism and exaggeration in what you see around you. Look, I am happy for you. Truly, I am. I see the life you have built for yourself. I have seen the way you look at Claudien from across the room, clearly besotted, and the fondness the man has for you is obvious. And I do see how you have opened your heart to Leonnioux. And all know your obvious fondness for Ioh’juhn. And every time I see you with one of them, and how you interact, my heart swells with joy.”

Zoissette sighed. After all, it was up to her to look after those around her, encourage them as she was able. She did not wish to discourage him. “It is sweet. I imagine Seeker storytales must have no few stories of such deep, connected companionship. But I fear such is not for me.”

Zel frowned, tilting his head, his ears flicking.

“But… what about you and Mathye? And cousin? You like them! They like you.”

“…what Mathye deserves is better than what our home has given him, and I shall do what I can to secure such for him,” she said quietly. Lavender returned to her, displaying a list in her index. Zoissette frowned over what she had brought back, and looked through it.

Something caught her eye.

“And cousin?” prompted Zel after the silence became too much for him to bear.

Zoissette glanced over one last note, and looked to Zel.

“She has never been one to shy away from truths. If she were to be interested in me, she would say as such. Being as I believe her heart knows what it wants, I think I shall not entertain any foolish notions,” she said, standing up. “I fear I must look into a matter, Zel, kindly forgive me.”

She left the room quickly, leaving a bewildered Y’zel behind. Lavender shrugged at him as she flew after her master.

Zoissette now had a lead to an impossible dream.

~*~

Ryss gently held her by the shoulder in the library. Zoissette looked up at her, startled.

“Hey,” she said softly. “You look like you’ve been running from hell itself. Everything alright?”

“Yes, of course,” replied Zoissette, keeping her face very still.

Ryss tilted her head at her. “D’you need any help or anything?”

Zoissette touched her hand, and gave her a smile. She could use the help, she thought.

But she did not want to be a bother.

“No, of course not. I am just tired,” she said. “I have everything under control, however. Do not worry. I shall rest anon.”

Ryss inclined her head at her, but nodded, and later she stepped out to drill with her Marines, and Zoissette continued the work of sifting the data through new spell equations.

And then, there it was.

In the data she had gathered from Y’shtola’s earlier forays to the thirteenth. A trip Zoissette had accompanied her on, and more importantly, had gathered data before, during, and after.

The atomos had been the secret to their journey, being as it stabilized the tear to the void that they used to travel through. A miracle of Y’shtola and the alchemists, though its function was not well understood.

But in mapping the path they had taken and the energies they had endured, and by performing the spell equations with a new idea she had forming in her head, Zoissette now could see a truth reveal itself.

They may have passed through the mouth of the atomos, but that did not lend itself to direct observation, as the world had seemed to bend around them, and they had been turned topsy turvy on their way through. The arcanist runes she had drawn to monitor their passage, however, had no such faults.

And a reading she had seen earlier, which she had assumed to be part and parcel of their transit, took on a new meaning in light of recent experiments. She compared the data, and passed them through Ryss’ equations for the Demi-Ozma.

At the heart of the atomos, deep where it could not be seen, but which nonetheless they had passed through, was a perfect sphere. One which would pass mass, but would only admit that aether the atomos would permit, presumably. And as they transited, there had been a pulse of negative energy, followed by a larger pulse of the positive.

Her research would be diverging from Y’shtola’s from here, she realised. But she may just yet be on to something.

She now had a record of impossible journeys taken across previously unknown spaces.

~*~

Klynt poked her in her forehead, and she shook her head, and blinked.

“You kinnae zoned out on me there for a moment,” said Klynt, her forehead knotted in concern. “You holding up okay?”

“Yes. Apologies. You were saying?”

“I was sayin’, I’m back for the time bein’, if you need help wit’ the new lab or whatever.”

Klynt was always good natured about moving heavy equipment around, and was no slouch at alchemy. She could probably make enough arcane powder and tracing solution to last for moons. Materials that would be useful for tracing the paths Zoissette intended to blaze through the rift. They would show the trails and paths of aether, possibly show whether her ideas had merit at all.

But Klynt would probably be tired, having just returned from her last trip, and anyroad, the lab and its workings were Zoissette’s responsibility, not hers.

“Thank you, Klynt,” said Zoissette. “I will keep that in mind. For now, though, should you not take your ease?”

“Eh, just wanted to make sure you didn’t need nothin’,” said Klynt, ambling towards the door way with a two-fingered jaunty salute. “Link me if you need me.”

“I will,” she said, as Klynt left, and turned her attention back to the lab.

She now had the means to test many things.

~*~

“You have been using the fabricator a lot lately, Zoissette,” said Apple. “You busy with something?”

She was. Her laboratory would need new components, new materials, and new technologies, and while she could make them in the lab, for certain items, the company workshop would make them faster. And some of the larger items would be far easier to make there.

“I just need a few things for my lab,” said Zoissette. “Afterthoughts, really. You know how it goes. You always forget something and have to do it later.”

Apple chuckled good-naturedly. “Yeah, I guess I know how that goes.”

“Do you need time on the fabricator? I can do my work later.”

Not much later, but there was much and more to do, and Zoissette could work around the schedules of the others if need be.

“Not at all. In fact, I was wondering if you needed my help with anything?”

Apple’s talent as an artificer could be a big help, thought Zoissette. She would almost certainly know which shortcuts to make, as well as be able to help out with some of the more difficult tasks.

Zoissette decided not to bother Apple about any of it, though. Apple had her own work to tend to, after all. And it was Zoissette that was on sabbatical from her duties, not Apple.

“I think I can handle everything that I have left to do. Though, again, if you need time on the fabricator, I can change my time slots on the schedule for you…”

“No need. In fact, you can have mine!” said Apple cheerfully. “Good luck with everything you’re building!”

Zoissette wanted to protest, but Apple had been so bright and cheerful about it, she decided to let it go.

And step up construction of a few components with the extra time she suddenly had.

That meant more time for other tasks.

She would soon have the tools to turn the world.

~*~

“Hey, Zoissette,” said Meya.

Zoissette startled awake.

Meya gave her a sympathetic smile, and she mustered her best Ishgardian polite face in response.

“You keep falling asleep. Are you alright?”

Zoissette looked around the dining area, and down at the notes in front of her. Right. She was taking a break to eat and review her research so far.

Easier to do if she was awake.

“Yes. My apologies. Just a lot to do.”

Meya smiled at her. “Do you want me to make something for you? That’s not much of a dinner.”

Zoissette stared dumbly at Meya for a long moment, before turning her attention to her plate, where what she had to admit was kind of a sad looking ration sat, only half eaten.

Meya would, too. She was kind, and hardly ever minded. Zoissette could accept the offer and almost certainly get better fare in return. Indeed, if she so much as offered a suggestion, Meya would probably try to fulfill it as best as she was able.

All the more reason to not burden her with unreasonable requests.

Zoissette picked up her ration. “…I am not actually all that hungry,” she said. “Just trying to keep my calories up for the day. You know.”

Meya quirked an eyebrow. “If you say so.”

“Thank you, though, you’re - you are very kind,” said Zoissette, standing up quickly. “Though I should report back. Almost got everything I need here.”

She quickly made her way upstairs to head outside where she could teleport elsewhere, not sure why her pulse was up all of a sudden.

Meya watched her go, and shook her head.

Zoissette stumbled, and caught hersef.

Soon. She was closer, now.

~*~

Y’shtola watched her carefully with canny eyes that missed little as she explained the next steps.

“And so, I shall be traveling to Radz-at-Han anon, to speak with their alchemists,” she said. “There is an avenue of investigation I wish to pursue. I shall be asking you to remain here.”

Zoissette nodded. It was as she had surmised. Y’shtola, ever clever and quick, had thought of some possible avenues to explore.

“What do you need me to do here?” she asked.

“Nothing, my friend. I wish for you to be well rested and ready should ought come to pass,” said Y’shtola. She reached up, and touched a hand to Zoissette’s cheek.

Zoissette almost imagined it was a caress, as if in a dream.

“And you must needs take care of yourself,” said Y’shtola, quietly. “Stay, and I shall handle the matter of the inquires that need to be made.”

Zoissette nodded, dumbly, and Y’shtola smiled up at her.

“See me off in the morn, and I shall return to tell you of my findings swiftly, and we can determine where to go from there.”

Zoissette nodded again.

“Tomorrow, then, Sette. For now, to bed with both of us, I think.”

“Uhm. Yes. Of course. Good night, Arc- uhm. Shtola.”

“Good night.”

Zoissette watched as Y’shtola strode away from her, and reached up to touch where she had touched her cheek.

Y’shtola was right, of course. There was no need for both of them to go.

And if she stayed, that would allow her some time to run some experiments, to test out her theories. She stood a little straighter.

She could, she would see this through. Her path of research had diverged from Y’shtola’s anyway. With both of them working, they could explore more possibilities, and increase their chances of success.

Zoissette headed to bed, her mind buzzing with possibility.

She dreamed of impossible shapes and tesseracts, and patterns that broke in deep spaces.

~*~

She had been left to her own devices, and so it was to her own devices she returned.

Zoissette had gathered every last scrap of information, and added the last she gathered from the Baldesion Annex. One more puzzle piece, as she now looked over Krile’s notes regarding the state of the Scions’ bodies while they had been in the First. With her work, and more than a little help, everyone had not only stayed alive, but had now been restored to full health and returned home.

Still.

The rift represented a vexing obstacle, and the separation of soul from body had taken its toll, but much data had been gathered, and it added to her own.

Data from her own forays across that self same rift to quite another location. Differences in kind, but not so different. Dark instead of light. And so she studied. Looking over her own notes again. Taking in what had been learned from the Crystal Tower. Considering the energies involved and what had been learned from the First regarding the astral and the umbral, light and dark. A shift to the modern understanding of the elemental wheel. Rereading what had been learned in the thirteenth.

She had the Demi-Ozma. She had recordings of the atomos. She had alchemical materials. The aether nuoliths had their capabilities expanded. Lavender chimed as she swept through the lab, checking instrumentation and verifying setups.

She would need some time, and some experiments, always more experiments, but she was certain she was on the verge of solving a great mystery.

She set up a blackboard in her lab, and considered it carefully. She wrote several columns on it to fill up. Aether. Anima. Each of the elements. And then, stretched across each column, several rows, each labelled in turn. Astral. Umbral. Null. Negative.

It was a complicated puzzle, to be sure, and there were a lot of parts to it. But she had assembled the parts needed for her experiments. She was onto something here, she was certain, she thought to herself as she stepped back from the blackboard.

It was up to her.

And she would solve this, fundamental to understanding the underpinnings of reality itself.

#The Incident #I see

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windydrawallday · 3 months

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One of my other favorite things about shipping fictional characters and making stories with them is telling experiences that go beyond the usual perfect "these two meet and become OTP in the instant" and/or are planned to be OTP at the end of the road. I mean, I'm the crazy shipper that can pair even a bunch of characters that barely mention each other meeting off-camera in canon x'D

But I find fascinating these types of scenarios that are "less perfect" and full of bumps on the road: those of beings that find themselves in need of rebuilding again a bridge of feelings that was severed by death (and even separation, a little "dead" still alive but not with you anymore in their lives).

In contrast to the usual "encounters destined to end together" here experiences are already tainted with grief and a sense of resignation… but at the same time, questioning if it will be possible for these experiences to serve any other purpose after these events. "The Love after the Love" (a spanish song I had on repeat all this week) it's what I like to call it.

And I think it can become one of the most hopeful scenarios to play around with because it is very real and something that could happen even to OTPs "Happy Ever After"'s…

[TW/CW for mentioning a real person's death and grieving]

I need to put in parallel a personal family experience about this same theme: I always remember dearly one of my uncles from my mother's side of the family who had a partner, and they looked SO PERFECT together. Good, sweet, hardworking people. Never saw sadness in their faces, always sharing trips and plans together… I almost fell envious of their sons and daughters for having such perfect parents haha

Until my aunt died during bad electricity management in her laundromat shop. I never saw a man as sad and emotionally destroyed as my uncle. It was plain painful to see him, like a ghost haunting his own home. We tried to support him during that first year of grieving until we saw he was ready to go on his own.

Then, after another year, he confessed to us (I was always happy he confided in my side of the family) that he was seeing a new partner but that he wasn't sure if keep doing it. We asked why to him, and the answer, to this day I think, is one of those that I have carved deeply on my memory: because he felt he was unrespecting his past partner.

This memory feels a bit fuzzy for me right now (this was… idk 12 years ago now?!) but I can remember clearly my mother telling him that he needed to stop feeling guilty for something that was out of his control (the death of his partner) and to think in his own happiness too. That for sure aunt would have approved of him living on because she knew he is a very lovely man full of love who deserves to not let that love die with her memory.

That it will be harder to start over, that's a given. But if he felt the need to build that bridge again but in a different direction, why hold it back?

And that experience became one more brick in my life that cemented for me that love doesn't die… once. Or it can't be killed on that first try. You will build many bridges, burn half of them, seeing part of them fall from catastrophes out of your control. But I can assure you you will always find a way to build a bridge again.

Not just because of a partner, or a new partner, or a partner after that one. Because we all hold a love so great it's unfair to let death be the end of it.

Before death definitely arrives to snatch your heart, keep loving. For the sake of love. Love is worth the effort, the pain, and the lessons.

Because loving is living. And living is a daring thing to do, to spit against death and say "My heart still beats, still exists, still feels".

That's the reason why I like putting these scenarios in fiction to. Again, I'm a sucker for angst too, and seeing a pairing endure death and separation but this? Letting my beloveds find a way out of the past, accepting that they are still living and worthy of finding someone that loves them even when carrying these broken parts, to share their most dear experiences with them? That's my jam, so much!

And if that's not the most hopeful message you can leave to this world, I will buy a hat and eat it.

PS One more additional note: with this, I want to validate too that a "Love after Love" never EVER loses its value after the first time: love just gets STRONGER!

#windy squeals #cw death mention #death mention cw #cw grief #grief cw #please dont let me buy a hat and less eat it #no but seriously: its a little funny so far this become the year of “grieving love” for me #i got a friend thats dealing with a heartbreak another thats dealing with cutting ties with old friends #and here i am playing that same theme of Love after the Love in fiction has a way to lowkey cope too with my own past loss #and is so VALIDATING #THERES MORE LOVE AFTER DEATH AFTER CUTTING TIES AFTER THE PAIN AND THE SEPARATION #im all sappy right now orz #ill make some tea and eat my chocolate cookies i saved for today #another addemdum to the last PS #and my reason to keep shipping characters after shipping other characters #i dont believe love dies with one OTP #my beloveds deserve to find love and be loved again #i think thats a more beautiful ending for them than just plain letting them grieve forever #and that it doesnt need to be a new pairing either to fill that ending #it can be a found family or a friendship/brotherhood of friends #love has no limits so imagination either!

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fox-buried-in-maple-leaves · 9 months

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🥀 to 💕 for dec please!

Ask Game!

🥀 Has your OC ever been hurt by someone they love? Ever been betrayed? Abused? Attacked? Give me the angst! (if you’d like, write a short drabble about it!)

Some days Decord woke up still feeling the fire licking at his skin, the unbearable heat of a house on fire that he could not escape. Some days he had to lay in bed, staring at the ceiling, body still, paralyzed by pain and fear.

These were the worst days, when his skin hurt to touch, when he couldn't look at himself in the mirror. He wasn't who he once was, now a dead man walking. The physical pain of the explosion spread throughout his body, unable to ease the aches.

But these were also the days Decord wasn't sure what hurt more. The physical pain caused by the explosion, the one that claimed his life and turned him into a being in between. A creature dubbed an interstice, neither living nor dead.

Or was it the emotional pain of betrayal? Knowing he was cannon fodder, knowing he was nothing more than a scapegoat for somebody else's survival. His skin burned, his lungs filled with smoke, gasping, desperately, for air. But his heart, his heart it ached in his chest, it swelled with pain, and it hurt to cry as the memory of laying there dying filled his head.

🏞️ If your OC could travel to anywhere in their world where would they go? Why? If they could live there would they?

Decord would like to return to France, but is apprehensive about the idea. Perhaps he'd live there again. But for now, he has no real roots anywhere, always travelling for his duties.

🏡 Describe your OCs ideal house! Give us a tour around! What’s their garden like? Their bedroom? Kitchen? Where is it and how many people live there?

A decrepit home in or near a forest. One they tell ghost stories about, where he's left alone or gets the chance to scare innocent kids for the laugh. Dark walls, rich wood, furniture in blues and greys and golds. A quiet town, maybe. There are many he wishes could fill the walls, but that's where his daydream ends.

🔪 Has your OC ever killed someone? Ever had to defend themselves against violence? How did this make them feel? Or, alternatively, has your OC ever attacked someone? Seen someone die?

Decord has killed before, the first time was awful and he hated it. But now, he's disgusted to admit he's gotten used to it. Defending himself against violence was one thing, he knew many non fatal means of protecting himself. But things changed. He was used to being attacked, it didn't really get to him. But attacking others, feeling the life drain from their body. It's unfortunate.

💎 Does your OC collect anything? Is there a reason? When did they start and is it beginning to turn into a little bit of a hoarding issue? What do they do with their collection?

No, Decord doesn't collect anything. He has some nice old books, but that's it. Not really a collection.

📚 If your OC was given some kind of forbidden knowledge, what would they do with it? Would they tell anyone? Use it for evil or good? How would it change their outlook on life, if at all?

It would depend on the nature of the knowledge. Decord wouldn't necessarily use it for evil, it isn't in his nature. But he probably wouldn't use it at all. What purpose does he have to? And who, even, would he share that with? He'd keep it to himself.

🌗 Early mornings or late nights? What do they spend their time doing during these hours?

Late nights. He's a full night owl, sleeps during the day. He's working mostly, sometimes reading, cooking, general stuff.

👑 If your OC was made royal (or is royal) how would they use their power? Are they a good leader or bad? Do their subjects like them or is it ‘off with their head’? Do they enjoy being royal?

Uhmmm Decord is more the thief that stole the royal's heart, ykwim? An accidental royal, later, I guess? Marries into the family. He's kind of awkward, out of place, doesn't belong. Doesn't really enjoy being royal, accepts it though. Very man of the people even if he isn't trying to be its kind of funny.

💕 How is your OC like with physical affection? What are their boundaries? Do they enjoy being touched or is that a no-go? Is there any reason behind this?

He doesn't like being touched very much. He used to love it, but now he's just sort of uncomfortable with people getting too close to him. He'll put up with it, just eh.. And Decord isn't very physically affectionate at all. But I'd say it REALLY depends on the person, especially later on.

#☾*✲⋆. essence of myrrh #from the fate ; rowan #⋆｡°✩ Decord #༺☆༻ Amant Éternel

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notbadweird · 2 years

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Ok Time To Rant…3.07 Has Given Me All The Willpower I Needed To Be Heartbroken Enough To Come Back Here. (Sorry About The Gaps)

Ok First Things First, Something I’ll Never Understand Is How Come The Only Person Who Cares About This Show Is Ej. Yeah I Know Carlos Did His Little Plan To Get Channing To Not Leave But I Hate How Everyone Is Telling Ej To Lighten Up As If This Documentary Isn’t Going To Be Showed All Around The World. Like Do Y’all Want To Fail & Be Humiliated For Everyone To See? Cause That’s The Vibe I’m Getting From Literally Everyone. All Ej Has Done Was Try To Create A Perfect Show For All Of His Friends So They Can Shine Like The Stars He Knows They Are & So Far He Seems To and Getting Nothing But Criticized For Caring So Much About Them. How Come Ricky Was Able To Put All His Focus Into Making A Good Show For The Sake Of Nini But When Ej Does It It’s Wrong? I Know There Are Some Things He Could Have Done Better, But The Intention Behind Most Of That Was So Others Wouldn’t Worry. And What Is Up With The Writers Pushing You Have To Know EVERYTHING YOU WANT IN LIFE BY THE TIME YOU ARE 18!?!?!?! That Is Such A Toxic Mindset & I Feel So Sorry For The Kids Of These Writers Cause Clearly They Have Been Pushed To These Horrible Standards. There Are So Many People In This World Who Are Still Figuring Themselves Out Late In Life. WHY DO PEOPLE PUT AN AGE LIMIT TO EVERYTHING. Have Kids By This Age, Have A House By This Age, Be Retired At This Age, Be Financially Ready By This Age IT NEVER ENDS!!! Literally All Ej Wanted Was To Have One Last Summer Of Feeling Like A Kid & It Was Literally Highjacked From Him & It Is So Heartbreaking. He Only Wanted To Have Fun With His Girlfriend But Instead Was Given A Task That Shouldn’t Have Been His Responsibility In The First Place.

Now I Know We Don’t Have The Exact Month This Summer Is Taking Place In But I Think I Can Say With Confidence It Has Been Over A Month Since Portwell Started Dating So For Gina To Say That Their Relationship Never Started Felt Like A Low Blow. What Happened To The Compassionate Gina From The Couch Scene? The Gina Who Saw Him Trying Hard To Do The Right Thing Even When He Failed? Is That Episode Deleted? Did Their Memories Get Erased Since Then Because That’s What They Are Acting Like. Like It Never Even Happened & The Understanding Side Of Them Was Completely Obliterated. I Cannot Believe All It Took Was Not Even A Full Two Weeks To Demolish Almost Two Months Worth Of Buildup. So What If He Has Already Done Everything? He Had Already Done Everything Before He Even Knew You! That Felt Highly Irrelevant To The Argument. He Didn’t Care About Already Doing It, He Just Wanted To Do It With You. Did She Forget Once Again He Never Wanted To Be Director, I Know He Has The Title But She Should Never Acted Like It Was Something He Wanted When They Came Here Together. This Breakup Felt Exactly Like Rini’s, The Girl Breaks Down Crying, A Good While Later We See The Girl Again & She Seems Fine, The Boys Break Down Later. It’s Not Like He Ignored Her On Purpose! Your Partner Being Busy Isn’t A Excuse To Make Them Feel Bad About Being A Busy. I Get How She Feels I Do, I’ve Only Been In One Relationship In My Life & I’m Still In It & In The Beginning I Was Worried Too. Wondering If I Was A Good Girlfriend, What Is He Doing, Why Isn’t He Texting Me, All That Stuff Going On In My Mind. Once I Learned What He Was Going Through I Eased Up On My Worrying & Didn’t Make Him Feel Bad For Being Busy Because When He Wasn’t Always Talking To Me, He Was Doing Stuff To Help Our Future & That’s Why We Are Four Years Strong. Ej Literally Put His Stress & Mental Health On The Line So This Show Would Be Perfect, Do I Wish He Communicated Of Course But At The Same Time, Why Should Gina Worry About His Problems When She Has A Show She Has To Focus On? Everything Goes Back To This Performance & Ej Wanting It To Be Great Because He Sees The Potential In Everyone. I’ve Seriously Come To The Conclusion That Someone Plays Favorites Annnnddd Matt Deserves Better & I Hope He Gets Better. Things That Weren’t Needed. Ricky Trying To Joke About Making Slapping A Tradition. That Slap Wasn’t Needed In The First Place, Especially After What Was Implied During The Scene. Carlos’ Body Dysmorphia Storyline Came Out Of Nowhere & Seemed To Be Solved In Two Episodes. This Could’ve Been Really Good If It Started In The Beginning Of The Season, Like Kourt’s Anxiety. You Already Know The Breakup Didn’t Need To Happen But Here Is The Biggest Thing That Didn’t Need To Happen…Portwell

I Know What You’re Thinking But Lemme Just Explain. Something I Am Always Hearing From Gicky’s Is How Much Tim Loves Gicky & How It Was Planned From The Start. Okay That’s Totally Fine, But One Thing That Irks Me Is That Tim Did Not Need To Create Portwell…But He Did. From What We Saw After The Rini Breakup Was That It Didn’t Take Ricky Too Long To Move Onto Lily Which Tells Me This. If Gina Had Pined For A Good While Longer & Stayed Away From Ej, Soon Rini Would Have Broken Up & Something I Am Constantly Hearing From Gicky’s Is How Well Ricky & Gina Know Each Other & It Is Because Of That They Would Find Their Way Back To Each Other. Okay Cool, So With That Being Said, Rini Breakup Happens & Since They Know Each Other So Well, Eventually Tim Could’ve Had Gicky Reconnecting In 2.10 After The Breakup Cause That Is When Lily Started Connecting With Ricky But The Difference Is Him & Gina Have More Chemistry Than He Does With Lily Which Would’ve Made The Moving On Even Quicker. Tim Could’ve Started Them In 2.10 Then Boom Gicky Endgame Season 2 But No He Decided To Create A Ship That So Many People Love For The Sake Of Another Ship Which Is Wrong On So Many Levels. Why Did You Have To Waste Our Time Like That? Why Did You Spend So Much Time Showing Us A Couple That Understood Each Other Just To Throw It Away The Following Season. You Would’ve Been Better Off Not Giving Us Portwell At All. I Heard Episode 8 Will Be Better For Us Portwell’s But That Doesn’t Change The Anger I Have In My Body Right Now.

Night Everyone…

#portwell #matt cornett #hsmtmts #ej caswell #portwell nation #sofia wylie #gina porter #gina #babe #high school musical the musical the series #couple goals #ej #wildcats #gina and ej #wonderstudies #i love portwell #high school musical the series

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spaceorphan18 · 1 year

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Scenes from December (20/24)

Klaine Advent Day Twenty : Recast

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December, 2064

Kurt’s hands fumbled with the tie. He stood in front of the mirror, decked out in a full three-piece suit (complete with appropriate raven brooch on his lapel), trying to do something he had done a thousand times before, but he couldn’t quite make the knot. Frustrated, he threw his hands down. Why did he have to go to this thing anyway? Why did he let them talk him into doing a retirement party? And why did it have to involve the fanciest clothes he owned? If it were up to him, he would have slipped off into the night quietly. He didn’t really need the accolades -- the validation of a lifetime's worth of work.

“Would you like me to get that for you?” Blaine asked. Kurt didn’t need to answer as Blaine swooped in, still able to work the fabric as easily had he done all his life. He took a moment, straightening it, then dusted off Kurt’s shoulders, looking him up and down. “You look quite stunning tonight, Mr. Hummel.” A smirk lay on his lips.

Kurt only grumbled. No amount of Blaine’s charm would appease him tonight. “Well, Mr. Anderson, I’d really prefer to get this over with and be done with it.”

“Kurt, what is it?” Blaine stepped closer, tugging on Kurt’s tie a little. There was concern in his eyes. “You’ve been like this all week.”

“There are just a million things for people to worry about,” Kurt said, gruffly. “You’d think that my retirement would just make it easier for them. They can get back to hiring a new lighting guy or recasting the understudy who flew off to Germany on a whim. I’m just the obligation written down in the planner.”

“Oh, Kurt, you know you mean more to them than that, right? That’s the whole purpose of tonight.”

Kurt let out a tiny sigh, and moved to sit on the end of the bed.

The Gilbert-Hummel Theater had celebrated its forty-third year of operation, and after being there through all of it -- managing a theater wasn’t quite where he had thought his career would go, but life never really went the way you expected -- he was finally stepping down. Elliott had left years ago, selling his half to a nephew who loved theater. Kurt at least was keeping it the family -- Tracy said she’d take over his duties, and she even said she’d try to get one of her boys to follow in her footsteps.

If Blaine had pressed him, however, he would have admitted that it wasn’t the theater he was worried about. He was proud of his legacy. The theater was small, and had never made a huge splash in New York’s crowded theater world, but their productions had been mostly critically acclaimed, smaller productions that usually made back what they put into it. There were cast and crew who had their start in his tiny theater to go on to do bigger and better things. Maybe, perhaps when he was younger, he might have been somewhat jealous that those around him went on to make more of a name for themselves, but he didn’t begrudge them now. He was grateful for the steady and stable life the theater had given him. He was grateful for all the memories.

The problem was -- now what?

Blaine sat on the bed next to him, grabbing onto his hand. Kurt leaned over to rest his head on Blaine’s comfortable shoulder.

“You know - I waited years and years to be given this amount of free time,” Kurt said. “I worked really hard my whole life to get to this point and now that I’m here -- I’m not sure what to do with it all.”

“Oh,” Blaine said, with a soft smile. “Like you won’t find other things to fill it up with. Maybe I can push you to do all the things you've been talking about doing -- like writing that musical you’ve been talking about since your thirties or maybe you can do some freelance fashion work or hire that plumber to fix the sink like I’ve asked you to do a hundred times.”

“Hey - you can call them, too,” Kurt teased, laughing into Blaine’s shoulder. Kurt let out another heavy sigh. “Oh, well, I have been looking forward to a really long nap. Are you sure we really need to be there for this? Can’t we just stay home and fall asleep on the couch in more comfortable clothes like we usually do?”

“We can do that tomorrow,” Blaine said. He stood up, and held out his hand, waiting for Kurt to take it.

Kurt grumbled again, but took Blaine’s hand anyway. “You know, I’m going to remember this when we have your retirement party.”

“Are you kidding?” Blaine let out a laugh. “I’m not going to retire. Do you know that right now there are probably a good ten or so doctoral students all plotting my murder in an attempt to get my position at the university? I figure as long as I still have my mental facilities why not have fun torturing them.”

“You’re absolutely diabolical, Mr. Anderson.”

“Well, I wonder where I learned it from, Mr. Hummel.”

#klaine advent 2022 #s.o. writes things #klaine #klaine fic

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harostar · 1 year

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Man, they knew the internet would explode. They’ve been waiting nearly a decade for this and I cannot imagine the utter joy to finally be able to fully discuss this romance that has been brewing for so long.

BESIDES THAT THO, several thoughts:

Jaune, Jaune we had all these theories about you and it turns out the himbo just picked the wrong fruit. Fucked with time and then sat on a beach being sad until someone showed up.

And there he is, trying to be the guide of the story and failing miserably.

Did he say “cats”, as in plural? We really do not know whether or not the Curious Cat can be trusted or not, which seems on-theme for the issues with Authority Figures in this series. Like the Brother Gods, Ozpin, and the Headmasters, we’re again and again faced with figures with knowledge and authority that are mysterious and untrustworthy.

Which Jaune himself has fallen into, becoming JUST LIKE the generation of war-weary adults before him. Like Ozpin, Qrow, Ironwood, Lionheart, Raven, ect he is exhausted and bitter and letting all this trauma color his actions. Interesting how in that Punderstorm maze, his Atlas Era self is always reflected back at him. He knows how the storms work, and also has not worked out his issues so he’s always just having to wait for the storm to pass.

Waiting waiting seems to be the theme with him. He waited for the others. He waits for the storms to pass, to avoid dealing with his problems. He never fixed his broken sword, and let his armor and shield rust over time. He’s stuck in a cycle of believing himself to be a failure that can never save anyone.

Alyx and her brother, Luis. It’s interesting how Jaune and the Cat both indicate they don’t actually KNOW what happened. The Cat is more honest in stating they didn’t see what happened, while it’s kind of.....unclear whether Jaune caught up to witness things or whether he’s simply making assumptions.

We’re presented with the idea of Sacrificing/Feeding the tree, but at the same time I feel like there’s more to it. So far, the prices paid have mostly been symbolic as opposed to more literal. The auction with prices like “a hug” or “what it feels to be loved” or Ruby trading her emblem as “a mother’s promise”. It feels like just chucking someone into the tree as a sacrifice isn’t going to work, since at its core Ever After seems to run on ideas of Roles, Purposes, and stories. Ideas and Feelings, so the sacrifice is likely not a literal “Who gets tossed into the volcano” kind of scenario.

Like no doubt that’s the conflict being built up, because OF COURSE they are thinking in terms of how things work back home and all the things they’ve lost. That someone has to die, that something physical has to be given up, that it has to be bloody and cruel and painful. But this has so far been a journey about Self, and figuring themselves out as opposed to dealing with much in terms of physical threats.

For Yang and Blake, it was a journey of facing their feelings. Accepting that the things they’ve gone through have made them better, and then accepting that they love each other.

For Weiss, she’s reeling from the loss of Atlas and trying to push through a very real and understandable grief.

For Ruby, she’s facing the legacy/ghost of her mother and all the trauma she’s pushed to the side. How overwhelmed she feels, as The Leader and hope for the world but also notably THE YOUNGEST she’s a kid she shouldn’t even have been at Beacon that soon. And she’s team leader, she’s trying to fill Ozpin’s shoes as the leader, and she’s trying to follow her mother’s larger-than-life memory.

Jaune is broken and haunted and caught in all his heroic dreams being crushed. Being the one in the position of the leaders he resented.

And Neo, off on her own and lost in her rage and grief and full of new power.

I think this volume is going to be less about someone dying or being left behind, and more about the challenge of them all having a breakthrough. Letting go of old things, letting go of comfortable illusions, and facing difficult parts of themselves to emerge out the other side.

#rwby #rwby volume 9 spoilers

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The Lost Wardens music

I do not write songfics, nor do I purposely assemble "soundtracks" for my fics. But when I write, there is this weird whirlpool of serendipity, coincidence, and/or magic involving the music I listen to. Sometimes there are themes I'm working on in the story that pop up in a new song that gets released that week. Sometimes I hear a song, and I think, What this song is making me feel about love/loss/potential/my characters making out/etc. is what I want to feel in the story. This is the collection of what that whirlpool has pulled in.

Joanna Newsom doesn't like Spotify, so the vocal tracks are in a YouTube playlist. The mostly instrumental albums are linked separately. Delete Tumblr's pesky href-dot-li from the URLs as necessary. After the jump: personal/author-y playlist notes for myself; not required reading.

🌊 The Osprey (main playlist; 17 songs)

🌊 Instrumental/atmospheric albums:

Windswept Adan - Ichiko Aoba

Invisible Island - Midori Hirano

Minor Planet - Midori Hirano

Broken Circle - scntfc

If The Lost Wardens had a score, it would sound like the above. Windswept Adan captures a lot of the joy that Alex finds in magic, while Midori Hirano's darker work makes me think of Jonathan and his secrets, or Alex waking up in the middle of the night after a troubling dream.

🌊 Fall of the High School Star Running Back - The Mountain Goats

This song appears twice on the playlist: first with the original, and towards the end with a cover by Loamlands. Alex does not share William's fate, thankfully, but I thought the fallen star athlete theme struck a chord given Alex's insecurity about his future.

🌊 Carry This Picture - Dashboard Confessional

Lovestruck youth, nautical motifs, mention of working-class dads.

🌊 Porcelain - Ichiko Aoba

Just a sample off Windswept Adan for the playlist. Video is full of ocean magic.

🌊 The World We Built - The Wild Reeds

At the end of Chapter 6, I mentioned that this song had sort of become the theme song of the fic, "from several characters' points of view, at different points in time." It's mostly the old wardens. Sometimes, the suitcase lines make me think of Jonathan. Sometimes, they make me think of Leslie, waiting.

🌊 Redwood Tree - Jamie Drake

Flower Dance vibes, lanky young Cathy in the woods vibes.

🌊 This Town - Trixie Mattel (feat. Shakey Graves)

I grew up in a town where half the kids in my school left for bigger cities and half ended up at Big-Company-without-whose-presence-the-town-economy-would-collapse. It's one of the reasons Stardew Valley's own themes speak to me in the first place, and it's definitely the reason this song ended up on this list after it was released.

🌊 Ozean - Annenmaykantereit

@flowerandthesongstress recommended me this song, and I loved it. After looking up a translation, I decided it was for Chapter 16 Jonathan. I tear up just listening to it sometimes.

🌊 I Think We're Alone Now - The Wild Reeds (Tiffany cover)

There's a parenthetical memory in Chapter 8 where Alex remembers jumping into the lake with Leslie while a party is going on at Sebastian's house. It's a scene that hasn't been written, only imagined; I imagine it's one of those early moments Alex realized he was falling for the new farmer.

But also, the themes of escape and secrecy ("Children, behave") fit with the feeling of relationship obstacles set by a previous generation.

🌊 Training Montage - The Mountain Goats

One of those neat coincidences: this song came out while I was working on the Zuzu City / training camp chapters, which were themselves meant to show time passing while Alex was away from Pelican Town.

🌊 Video Games - Trixie Mattel (Lana Del Rey cover)

Journey of the Prairie King vibes, lazy romantic vibes.

I also deleted a scene where Alex and Sebastian talked about video games (Sebastian building one, Alex having played very little). Might add it back if it ever fits.

🌊 Divers - Joanna Newsom

I'll hunt the pearl of death to the bottom of my life.

Very ocean, much deep. Men going off to / into the sea, women waiting on the shore.

You don't know my name, but I know yours.

🌊 Watermelon Sugar - Harry Styles

Look, just because I don't write smut doesn't mean my characters aren't horny.

🌊 Capelton Hill - Stars

If we treat this playlist as a soundtrack to the fic, then this song starts a sequence we'll call "too many options for end-credits songs". By itself, I thought Capelton Hill was a nice reflection on having a place where you can go back to the past, for a while.

🌊 Fall of the High School Star Running Back - Loamlands (Mountain Goats cover)

See above.

🌊 Good Intentions Paving Company - Joanna Newsom

A song about being on the road with someone you're afraid to admit you're falling in love with, and eventually going home.

🌊 Spectacular Views - Rilo Kiley

Screaming for happiness from some ocean cliffs.

🌊 Time, As a Symptom - Joanna Newsom

Joanna has a talent for songs that sound like incantations. I felt this one with the nature imagery and the themes of birth, death, and rebirth was a great way to close out this playlist for my little fic about magic.

#writing #music #personal #playlists #links #magic #the lost wardens

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