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[liliavalley]

this outfit thing is pissing me off actually

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[4e7her]

thinking about changing a couple chapter titles around in a drop of silver. just two but still

so for chapter four, currently titled ‘a lurking hydra’ as relating to diedre, i think it might be better to title it with symbolism relating to siani, fenrir’s mom, since it goes more into detail on her than it does diedre. this would mean chapter five (which includes a diedre pov section) would get ‘a lurking hydra’ instead.

i think that overall would make a lot more sense - siani is connected to nyx, a moon of pluto, and as her story is what starts of the chapter it would only be fair she gets the title. especially when diedre isn’t mentioned very much in chapter four, especially not compared to how she gets an entire ~1500 words from her pov in chapter five.

so chapter four could be changed to ‘a void of darkness, nyx’ or something similar? and then chapter five would get ‘the hydra, lurking’ or something like that. i try to change what starts the chapter name (the, a, etc) so that’s why that would change slightly

i’ll probably just do this but if anyone has strong opinions about this let me know LOL

[jadeshifting]

— A GUIDE TO CLASSES AT EVER AFTER HIGH.

MYTHOLOGY. taught by Mrs. Psyche

this class delves into the legendary tales and divine histories of various magical realms, exploring the origins, powers, and legacies of gods, mythical creatures, and legendary heroes. Mrs. Psyche, an expert in ancient lore and celestial wisdom, guides students through epic sagas, divine rivalries, and the cultural significance of myths across Ever After. expect interactive lessons, dramatic reenactments, and the occasional visit from an actual deity if you’re lucky—or very unlucky

HOMEWORK. expect essays on the morals and hidden meanings in classic myths, plus creative assignments like rewriting a legend with a modern twist PLEASE THE PROFESSOR. show curiosity about myths from all cultures and always be respectful of love deities—Mrs. Psyche takes their stories very seriously AVOID MISHAPS. don’t mix up gods from different pantheons in your presentations—calling Zeus “a Norse deity” is a one-way ticket to an exasperated sigh

KINGDOM MANAGEMENT. taught by Mrs. Her Majesty, the White Queen

future rulers, nobles, and aspiring leaders learn the ins and outs of running a kingdom, from diplomacy and lawmaking to organizing grand balls and handling royal scandals. the White Queen, known for her composed yet commanding leadership, teaches strategy, ethics, and governance through real-world scenarios, often incorporating Wonderlandian logic puzzles to test students’ problem-solving skills under pressure

HOMEWORK. drafting decrees, designing economic policies, and writing conflict resolution strategies fit for ruling a kingdom PLEASE THE PROFESSOR. always address her formally, take notes in impeccable script, and never question the importance of royal protocol AVOID MISHAPS. never suggest solving political disputes with a sword—she insists that diplomacy, not duels, is the mark of a true ruler

ADVANCED ELFONOMICS. taught by the esteemed Fairy Queen

this elite course teaches students the intricate financial magic behind running a kingdom, from managing enchanted trade routes to understanding the unpredictable fluctuations of the golden bean stock market. the Fairy Queen, with her keen business acumen and ancient fae wisdom, ensures her students master the art of wealth accumulation, resource allocation, and the occasional negotiation with mischievous leprechauns

HOMEWORK. balancing enchanted budgets, predicting market trends in fairy-tale economies, and occasional field trips to enchanted banks filled with gold PLEASE THE PROFESSOR. keep your calculations accurate and your economic theories sound—Fairy Godmother investments rely on precision, not guesswork AVOID MISHAPS. don’t accept enchanted gold from leprechauns or trickster fairies—it will vanish overnight, and your grade will disappear with it

GRIMMNASTICS. taught by Coach Gingerbreadman

a fast-paced, action-packed class that combines acrobatics, endurance, and skills fit for any fairytale hero or heroine. with Coach Gingerbreadman’s lightning-fast speed and high-energy training style, students practice enchanted obstacle courses, daring escapes, and storybook stunts that would make even the most daring adventurer sweat. the class focuses on developing strength, flexibility, coordination, and agility, blending magical elements with traditional gymnastics techniques

HOMEWORK. none! ( whew ) but in class, expect daily obstacle courses, tower-climbing drills, and team challenges that involve fleeing from imaginary witches PLEASE THE PROFESSOR. keep up, move fast, and don’t complain—Coach G is all about agility and endurance, and he does’t slow down. ever AVOID MISHAPS. never eat anything left unattended in the gym—there’s a 50/50 chance it’s either an energy-boosting enchanted snack or a curse-laced trick. you never know!

CHEMYTHSTRY. taught by Professor Rumplestiltskin

a mix of potions, alchemy, and enchanted chemistry, this course teaches students how to brew everything from love potions to transformation elixirs—if they can handle Professor Rumplestiltskin’s cryptic riddles and tricky assignments. with an emphasis on magical reactions and the delicate balance of ingredients, students must be precise, or they may find themselves accidentally cursed or turned into gold

HOMEWORK. brewing potions, analyzing alchemical reactions, and testing the properties of enchanted elements PLEASE THE PROFESSOR. follow instructions to the letter—Rumplestiltskin loves precision and has a zero-tolerance patience for careless spell-mixing AVOID MISHAPS. never, under any circumstances, agree to any kind of “trade” with the professor in exchange for an easier assignment. it’s not worth it, trust me

DAMSEL - IN - DISTRESSING CLASS. taught by Madam Maid Marian

a staple for traditional storybook heroines, this class teaches the fine art of swooning at the right moment, perfecting the helpless-yet-charming gaze, and calling for help in a voice that carries across enchanted forests. Madam Maid Marian ensures her students master the delicate balance between appearing vulnerable while subtly manipulating the situation to their advantage—because even the most distressed damsels know how to work a fairytale in their favor

HOMEWORK. practicing swooning, perfecting a well-timed gasp, and composing letters of woe to imaginary rescuers PLEASE THE PROFESSOR. always act appropriately dramatic when learning proper distress techniques—anything less than peak theatrics is disappointing AVOID MISHAPS. don’t accidentally outshine the prince in a rescue simulation—nothing gets you on her bad side faster than saving yourself ( no matter how blitheringly useless your rescuer may be )

CREATIVE STORYTELLING. taught by Professor Jack B. Nimble

in this dynamic and expressive class, students learn how to craft compelling narratives, whether for written tales, theatrical performances, or enchanting oral traditions. Professor Jack B. Nimble, known for his quick wit and lively teaching style, encourages students to think outside the storybook and experiment with different genres, endings, and perspectives, ensuring their own tales are just as spellbinding as the ones that came before them

HOMEWORK. writing fairytales with unexpected endings, crafting riddles, and creating engaging oral stories to be performed in class PLEASE THE PROFESSOR. be witty, be original, and never deliver a boring story—Professor Jack lives for quick thinking and clever twists ( students still whisper about the time he literally fell asleep in the middle of a student’s story ) AVOID MISHAPS. avoid clichés at all costs—it says in the syllabus that if he hears “once upon a time” too often, he might jump out the window in protest

ADVANCED VILLAINY. taught by Mr. Badwolf

for those embracing their darker destinies ( or just wanting to understand the mind of a villain—it’s an elective, too ) this class explores the art of scheming, deception, and tactical villainy. Mr. Badwolf, with his menacing charm and years of experience causing trouble, teaches students how to craft masterful monologues, execute dramatic entrances, and plan foolproof plots—complete with an emphasis on avoiding the classic pitfalls that lead to a villain’s downfall

HOMEWORK. devising foolproof villainous schemes and identifying weak points in heroic plans. bonus points for sabotaging another student’s assignment PLEASE THE PROFESSOR. show ambition, strategy, and more than a little bit of wicked flair—Mr. Badwolf respects students who think like masterminds AVOID MISHAPS. don't act heroic in class—while he tolerates reform-minded students, he won’t hesitate to assign extra homework as punishment if he feels anyone's too generous or kindhearted

FASHION DESIGN. taught by Mrs. Fairy Godmother

a dream-come-true class for aspiring designers, where students learn to craft magical ensembles, enchant fabrics, and create garments that are both stylish and spellbinding. with Mrs. Fairy Godmother’s expertise in transformation magic, students practice stitching together gowns that change color at midnight, boots that walk on air, and accessories infused with fairy dust. bonus points for those who can design an outfit fit for a royal ball and an epic quest. the class blends traditional design principles with a touch of enchantment, encouraging students to create outfits that reflect their unique personalities and tell their own fairy tales

HOMEWORK. creating mood boards, sketching outfits, and crafting magical garments with enchanted fabrics PLEASE THE PROFESSOR. always keep your workspace neat and clean, and your designs fabulous—Mrs. Fairy Godmother has high standards for both AVOID MISHAPS. never leave unfinished projects unattended—one rogue swish of a wand, and your dress might sprout wings or turn into a pumpkin

BEAST TRAINING & CARE. taught by Professor Poppa Bear

from training fire-breathing dragons to taming mischievous talking mice, this class prepares students for handling all manner of enchanted creatures. with his warm but no-nonsense approach, Professor Poppa Bear teaches students how to communicate with beasts, provide proper magical care, and even ride or befriend some of Ever After’s most fearsome ( or snuggly ) creatures. the class emphasizes the importance of empathy, respect, and responsible stewardship when interacting with enchanted beings

HOMEWORK. taking notes on enchanted creature encounters you have outside of class, studying their habitats, and practicing magical grooming techniques. assignments are much easier for students who have their own mystic beast as a pet PLEASE THE PROFESSOR. be patient, compassionate, and firm—Professor Poppa Bear believes good beast tamers must balance kindness with authority, and he won't hesitate to crack down on students he feels aren't being tolerant and kind with the creatures AVOID MISHAPS. always double-check what you're feeding the creatures—accidentally giving a griffin a fire-breathing potion will not end well

CROWNCULUS. taught by Mrs. Her Majesty, the White Queen

a blend of advanced mathematics and royal economics, this class teaches students how to manage kingdom finances, calculate treasure values, and strategize for economic prosperity. the White Queen ensures that students grasp complex numerical concepts while also understanding the practical application of numbers in ruling a kingdom, proving that math isn’t just about numbers—it’s about power and magic, too

HOMEWORK. solving royal tax equations, balancing enchanted budgets, and calculating castle construction costs PLEASE THE PROFESSOR. always show your work neatly on your notes, respect the logic of numbers, and never bring chaos into her perfectly ordered classroom. loose fairy dust or torn paper is a one-way ticket to getting sent out to the hallway AVOID MISHAPS. never argue that "magic can just fix the math"—that’s a fast track to an exasperated glare and extra equations ( though she'll pretend you were chosen at random for them )

ADVANCED WOOING. taught by Dr. King Charming

whether it’s serenading a princess from a castle tower or sweeping a prince off his feet at a royal ball, this class covers the fine art of courtship. Dr. King Charming, an expert in chivalry and romance, teaches students how to compose love letters, master ballroom etiquette, and perfect the dramatic, wind-blown hair flip. special guest lectures from famed love interests ensure students are well-versed in only the most effective wooing techniques ever after

HOMEWORK. writing needlessly lengthy sonnets, practicing your dramatic entrance, and perfecting grand romantic gestures PLEASE THE PROFESSOR. exude confidence, use flowery language, and always demonstrate princely manners—Dr. Charming believes wooing is an art, and it helps if you act with decorum even outside of tests and assignments AVOID MISHAPS. don’t mix up your love letters—accidentally delivering the wrong one can lead to legendary levels of fairytale drama ( Dr. Charming won't admit how he knows, but he seems suspiciously adamant on it )

COOKING CLASS - IC. taught by Professor Momma Bear

a cozy yet rigorous class where students learn everything from baking enchanted pastries to brewing hearty, storybook-worthy stews. Professor Momma Bear, warm but strict, teaches students the magic of home-cooked meals and how to avoid common culinary disasters—like accidentally putting a sleeping spell in the soup ( more common than you’d think. shocking, i know. ) bonus points for anyone who can craft a meal fit for both a royal banquet and a humble woodland picnic

HOMEWORK. baking enchanted pastries, perfecting porridge temperatures, and learning potion-infused cooking in the communal kitchens—they're open late at night, which is when lots of students do their best work PLEASE THE PROFESSOR. follow the recipe to a T, respect the kitchen space, and always clean up after yourself—Professor Momma Bear runs a strict but cozy classroom, and surfaces need to be crumb-free for that to happen AVOID MISHAPS. never leave the oven unattended—one careless mistake and your muffins might gain sentience ( or explode )

DARK SORCERY. taught by Baba Yaga

for those required to ( or foolish enough to ) dabble in the shadows, this class explores the ancient and forbidden arts of dark magic. Baba Yaga, cryptic and terrifyingly wise, teaches students the ethics of wielding power, the risks of curses and hexes, and how to summon forces beyond mortal comprehension—strictly for academic purposes… of course. students who can keep up with her demanding lessons will most certainly find themselves walking the fine line between greatness and peril, just as intended

HOMEWORK. expect assignments on hexes, shadow magic, and extremely ethically questionable but highly effective spellcasting techniques PLEASE THE PROFESSOR. be respectful, but not a suck up... listen carefully, but don't hang onto her every word... and never waste her time—Baba Yaga is a fickle old witch who does not tolerate foolishness AVOID MISHAPS. don’t touch any of the professor’s personal artifacts—one single misstep, and you might find yourself cursed for a week ( or a lifetime )

WOODSHOP. taught by Mr. Geppetto

in this hands-on class, students learn the craftsmanship of enchanted carpentry, from crafting magical furniture to carving living marionettes ( though talking puppets are strictly optional. ) taught by the legendary woodcarver Geppetto, the course emphasizes precision, patience, and the importance of working with enchanted materials—because nobody wants a table that turns into a frog mid-banquet

HOMEWORK. crafting intricate wooden figures, repairing broken fairytale objects, and designing enchanted furniture to be presented to the class while Geppetto ooh-s and aah-s encouragingly and inspects it from every angle PLEASE THE PROFESSOR. pay attention to detail, measure at least twice before cutting, and never be careless with your tools ( wouldn't wanna lose a finger... or more ) AVOID MISHAPS. never bring anything to life by accident—Mr. Geppetto still has opinions about unexpected animated puppets, most of them aren't as perfect as his

DEBATE. taught by Mrs. Her Majesty, the White Queen

a battle of wits, logic, and eloquence, this class teaches students how to construct compelling arguments, navigate royal negotiations, and win verbal duels with precision. The White Queen is a master of both reason and Wonderlandian riddles, and she ensures her students can debate everything from kingdom policies to whether a dragon’s hoard should be considered taxable income. though, of course, you always have to shake your opponents hand before and after a debate—and sometimes halfway through, too ( “debate is nothing without decorum, dears” the teacher chirps. )

HOMEWORK. researching historical disputes, and crafting persuasive speeches and arguments to perform in class PLEASE THE PROFESSOR. speak clearly, argue with logic, and maintain perfect etiquette—she values reason and refinement above all else. a perfectly crafted argument could be given zero-sum marks if you use foul language while presenting it AVOID MISHAPS. don’t descend into nonsense logic—Mrs. Her Majesty and the subject of debate as a whole has no room for "because I said so" as a defense

GEOGRAFAIRY. taught by Professor Jack B. Nimble

a whirlwind tour that covers every enchanted land, hidden kingdom, and magical realm, this class ensures students can navigate their way through both real and mythical landscapes. Mr. Jack B. Nimble, quick on his feet and sharp in his knowledge, teaches students how to read enchanted maps, locate legendary landmarks, and survive the treacherous terrains of places like the Swamps of Sorrow or the shifting sands of the Ever After Desert

HOMEWORK. memorizing magical trade routes, mapping enchanted forests, and planning efficient royal journeys, especially for high-stakes travel like royal carriages or valuable trade stocks PLEASE THE PROFESSOR. stay sharp, think fast, and always be ready for pop quizzes—Professor Jack moves just as quickly as his name suggests AVOID MISHAPS. don't mistake one enchanted swamp for another—some have quicksand, others have talking alligators, and both will fail you the test

DRAGON SLAYING. taught by Dr. King Charming

an action-packed course for aspiring heroes and knights, this class covers everything from identifying dragon species to the safest techniques for confronting ( or befriending ) them. Dr. King Charming, ever the gallant warrior, teaches battle tactics, shieldwork, and the art of delivering a victorious speech while standing atop a defeated beast. students are encouraged to find creative, non-lethal ways to deal with dragons—because a slayed dragon often makes for a very angry dragon mother ( you don’t wanna deal with one of those )

HOMEWORK. designing battle strategies, practicing swordplay ( safely and with supervision ), and studying legendary dragon encounters PLEASE THE PROFESSOR. be courageous ( he hates students who cower ) and cultivate a healthy respect for dragonkind—Dr. Charming does not tolerate arrogance or killing out of malice AVOID MISHAPS. never mistake a friendly dragon for a feral one—Dr. Charming is not amused by unnecessary heroics or violence without reason

RIDDLING. taught by Professor Sphinx

a brain-twisting class that challenges students to master the art of riddles, trick questions, and mind-bending wordplay. Professor Sphinx, with her cryptic wisdom and smug amusement, pushes students to think in loops, uncover hidden meanings, and craft riddles so clever that they impress even her. only those with quick wits and sharper tongues will excel. there’s a silent booth tucked into the back of class where students can take solace in five minute time-outs if they get a riddle-induced brain-ache

HOMEWORK. solving some of the most famous and ancient riddles from fairytale history, crafting the trickiest trick questions, and debating paradoxes ( there has to be some end ) ( spoiler alert: there isn't ) PLEASE THE PROFESSOR. think outside the box and embrace the art of wordplay, she appreciates students who attempt to match her riddlish intellect ( though they never fully can. ) never give an obvious answer—she doesn't tolerate laziness AVOID MISHAPS. don't answer a riddle too quickly—Professor Sphinx loves watching students squirm in confusion, she'll snap if you think one is "too easy"

POISON FRUIT THEORY. taught by Mr. Henchman

a darkly fascinating course that delves into the study of enchanted produce, venomous flora, and the alchemy of cursed concoctions. Mr. Henchman, an expert in apple-related treachery from first-hand witnessing, ( and doing most of the dirty work himself shhhh ) teaches students how to identify, craft, and counteract, certain poisons—purely for academic purposes… of course. only the most careful and exceedingly precise students avoid an accidental nap at some point

HOMEWORK. identifying toxic ingredients, testing non-lethal potions, and studying famous fairytale poisonings—students are absolutely not permitted to handle lethal poisons outside of class time, no matter how funny Mr. Henchman thinks it would be PLEASE THE PROFESSOR. be cunning, precise, and always ask about antidotes—surprisingly enough Mr. Henchman values ambition and intelligence over blind villainy AVOID MISHAPS. this should go without saying, but don’t ever eat anything from the classroom—regardless of whether it’s an extra-credit challenge or a standard study subject, it’s all dangerous

HISTORY OF TALL TALES. taught by Professor Paul Bunyan

a larger-than-life class where students study the greatest exaggerations in folklore, from beanstalk-climbing farm boys to men who lasso tornadoes. Professor Paul Bunyan, with his booming voice and legendary stature, teaches the importance of hyperbole, embellishment, and how a good story can shape the world. except storytelling assignments where size does matter, and extra credit for every surreptitious golden object you can cram into your tale

HOMEWORK. exaggerating your own legendary feats into tall tales, researching folklore heroes, and reenacting famous larger-than-life moments PLEASE THE PROFESSOR. show enthusiasm for exaggerated storytelling and never question the truth of a tall tale—Professor Bunyan appreciates a good yarn, says puzzling into it "takes away the fun" AVOID MISHAPS. don’t get caught underestimating the size of the stories—or of Professor Bunyan’s pet blue ox, Babe

DIPLOMACY 101. taught by Mrs. Fairy Godmother

an essential course for future rulers, ambassadors, and anyone hoping to survive royal politics, this class covers the art of negotiation, conflict resolution, and fairy-tale-level etiquette. Mrs. Fairy Godmother, an expert in wish-granting diplomacy, ensures that students can turn any total pumpkin of a situation into a golden carriage of opportunity—preferably before midnight

HOMEWORK. drafting peace treaties, mediating minor disputes between friends or classmates, and practicing polite yet firm negotiation techniques PLEASE THE PROFESSOR. mind your manners, choose your words wisely, and never raise your voice—Mrs. Fairy Godmother believes in charm over conflict, and that manners always win AVOID MISHAPS. try not to use magic to solve conflicts too quickly—diplomacy requires finesse and effort, not a bibbidi-bobbidi-bandaid

CASTLE DESIGN. taught by the Three Little Pigs

a structural and aesthetic architecture class that teaches students how to design the perfect castle, from grand ballrooms to impenetrable fortresses, and everything else a benevolent ruler ( or evil sorcerer ) could need from their abode. the Three Little Pigs, having learned their lesson more than once after their own architectural mishaps, are now experts at crafting with only the pinnacle of quality materials, and they guide students through the balance of beauty and functionality, ensuring that no tower is too tall and every drawbridge is both sturdy and stylish

HOMEWORK. drafting blueprints, constructing model castles, and ensuring defenses against huffing and puffing in your structures PLEASE THE PROFESSORS. always prioritize structural integrity in your projects—they still have very, very strong opinions about weak materials AVOID MISHAPS. never, ever suggest using straw or sticks unless you want a three-pig class-long lecture on the merits of proper fortification

BEWITCHING SONG. taught by Ms. Aquata of Atlantis

a mesmerizing music class where students learn the magic of vocal enchantment, from siren songs that lure sailors to sleep, all the way to battle hymns that rally armies. Ms. Aquata, hailing from the royal family of Atlantis with her haunting voice and knowledge of forbidden harmonies, trains students in the delicate balance of melody and power—reminding them that some songs come at a price

HOMEWORK. composing enchantments through song, practicing vocal spells, and analyzing the most famous fairytale musical enchantments ( of course, the teacher is partial to songs from the tale of the Little Mermaid, though she pretends she doesn't have favorites ) PLEASE THE PROFESSOR. stay in tune and on key, embrace the magical melodies, and never mock merfolk music—Ms. Aquata takes her siren songs very seriously, even if they sound like dolphin noises to the untrained ear AVOID MISHAPS. avoid singing the wrong notes—one slip, and you might accidentally charm your classmates into an impromptu dance number ( music magic can be... fickle )

ANGER MAGICMENT. taught by Mr. Badwolf

a course designed for students with fiery tempers and villainous bloodlines, this class focuses on channeling rage productively instead of, say, blowing houses down. Mr. Badwolf ( you know… the Big Bad Wolf ) with his own history of temper issues, teaches students techniques in deep breathing, mindfulness, and how to redirect fury into something slightly less destructive—like competitive sports instead of rampaging through villages

HOMEWORK. journaling your emotional responses on the day-to-day, practicing breathing exercises, and resolving conflict without growling PLEASE THE PROFESSOR. keep your temper in check, use calming techniques, and don’t provoke classmates—Mr. Badwolf knows firsthand how bad anger issues can get, he has no tolerance for trying to set off others AVOID MISHAPS. never howl in frustration—it sets off an automatic... pack response from Mr. Badwolf, leaving him embarrassed and you in detention

EXPERIMENTAL FAIRY MATH. taught by Dr. Sandman

a mind-boggling fusion of numbers, magic, and dream logic, this class teaches students how to manipulate enchanted equations, calculate impossible probabilities, and solve numerical riddles that make reality bend. Dr. Sandman, a master of both dreamscapes and abstract concepts, guides students through numerical paradoxes and whimsical calculations that only make sense if you never think about them too hard

HOMEWORK. solving numerical paradoxes, creating reality-warping equations, and exploring mathematical dreamscapes—make sure you can get back to your dorm when you're done studying, though PLEASE THE PROFESSOR. keep an open mind, embrace dreamy logic, and don’t expect normal numbers—Dr. Sandman sees math through a magical lens, try to see things from his point of view AVOID MISHAPS. never fall asleep mid-equation—you might wake up inside a calculated alternate reality

[gojover]

[6:44 a.m.] ⋆ the light in the observatory filters slow and syrupy through the domed glass, amber-gold and gentle, like it’s afraid to wake the world too harshly.

phainon stands by the telescope, hair damp from his shower, his robe shrugged carelessly over his shoulder. one of his hands rests lightly on the scope’s edge, the other wrapped around a mug you’re sure has gone cold. he hasn’t noticed you yet; he’s too absorbed in whatever celestial body has caught his eye.

a soft buzz hums from the monitor beside him, displaying coordinates and shifting orbital lines—the planet is his namesake, maybe. or something he insists has a prettier orbit. you can’t keep them straight.

“hi, handsome.” you yawn. “you’re up early.”

phainon doesn’t startle, but he tilts his head just slightly, that familiar curve of a smile barely visible from where you stand. “so are you.”

“i could feel the cold spot in the bed,” you say, brushing your fingers along the curve of his arm. “didn’t like it.”

“i did try to leave quietly.”

“doesn’t mean i have to like it,” you say, resting your chin briefly against his shoulder.

phainon’s smile deepens, slow and fond. “and here i thought the stars were calling you too.”

you glance at the telescope, then at the screen. it means little to you. 

“no offense,” you say, reaching to toy with the strings on his robe, “but i think you’re prettier than whatever you’re looking at.”

he chuckles, and it warms your chest. when he finally turns to face you, his eyes catch the morning light just right: rich and deep like molten amber, steady as a sunrise. you can’t help but stare.

“flatterer,” he says, but he kisses you like it’s thanks.

requests are open! check out this post if you’re interested! i have no clue if this is how observatories/professional stargazing works but this idea was birthed because i found out that phaenon, in greek mythology, is the sky god of the star cronus (aka saturn) & the word itself means “bright” or “shining.”

[trickster-archangel]

Look, I'm not done yet. Not by a mile.

Apart from the Sam slander which was totally uncalled for, totally gratuitous, totally malicious, and which could've been totally avoided by making Sam appear in that pcs with the TB saluting their captain and awaiting for orders…as his new recruits for HIS New Avengers….instead of willingly making him appear like a dumb evil angered black man who's shitting on their precious white boyz team….without a serious motivation for neither of the two parts’ actions’....

(but of course this couldn't be allowed right? God forbid a black man gets the respect and the recognition he deserves and is totally due, as EVEN FICTIONAL PEOPLE IN HIS UNIVERSE CAN DO, because next what will be?? A black woman for President, huh??? O TEMPORA, O MORES! Without even considering all the white cishet women who drools so badly to be in the white boy's pants and can't allow a black man to get to his ass first….).

It'll be a long post plus spoilers, so the rest under the cut. Please bear with me because I'm DISGUSTED. 

There's another thing that's nagging at me, more specifical, and which makes Bucky’s actions even more OOC and indefensible and unwarranted. And it’s the presence, in that ragtag team, of Alexei and John. And not only because they are assholes pieces of shit. But because they're supersoldiers. Follow me, please.

We know specifically from Bucky’s words in CABNW, and also from Steve’s whole attitude towards Sam, that Sam Wilson has been chosen as Captain America because of his moral and ethical qualities, because of his heart, because of his mind. Having or not having the serum, as pointed out multiple times also in TFATWS, is irrelevant. The serum doesn't make the hero, if the hero isn't already there. Captain America doesn't need to be superpowered to do what he does, because sure, he must fight, but mostly he needs to make the right calls, take the right decisions, the hard decisions nobody can make because they aren't super partes, talk to people instead of fighting, and never killing, not even when justified. 

Even more, Captain America has his own code and doesn't answer to any governments beck and call, but only to justice and compassion. As proved many times by Steve Rogers, White Boy Extraordinaire, when going rogue and even when abandoning the Captain America name for the Nomad identity. Right? And that's exactly why Steve chose Sam Wilson. Sam is brave, is strong, is compassionate, is fair, is human, but most of all, he's intelligent, he's brilliant, he's charismatic, he's a strategist and a tactician. He has the brawn but most of all, he has the brain.

And this is dangerous. To every government, to every established power, to every organization, people who can think and decide on their own, especially if these people are adored and worshipped by folks and masses, ARE DANGEROUS. They can't be controlled. They can't be lured. They can't be coaxed. They can't be threatened. They can't be bought. They can't be manipulated. They are a threat to any government because they don't answer to the Government's rules, which have all to do with law and nothing to justice.

Dike VS Themis. It's an ooooold debate.

Sam Wilson doesn't have the serum, so he must be super smart and super intelligent to compensate for his disadvantage in battle, and we see it multiple times during the Celestial Island battle and the Red Hulk fight (thank you @staying-elive !). The amount of synapses needed to coordinate body, wings, weapons, shield, Redwing, and to fight to disarm and defuse instead of blowing up and killing, is insane.

This alone makes him a threat. They know they can ask Captain America to cooperate and help, but he'll never bend his neck and he'll never wear a sanctioned collar, and he'll never act against justice only because The American Government, God Save The President, says so. They all know it.

Back to the AvengerZ (sorry but that's the only appropriate name to this bad copy). I only really thought about it recently, I couldn't quite pinpoint it, until I read @imomnba-x07 and @thevibraniumveterans posts. There are two lines of thought that really scare me, here, and that's because I've worked as a government's little cog my whole life and I notice the clues.

Even leaving the whole Valentina’s issue aside, even ignoring the (dangerous) fact that her stunt saved her ass and brought a part of the government on her side, even ignoring the fact that the TB could've easily exposed her and handed her to justice but they chose not to (wow….that's a lot to ignore!), let's stick to the fact that the Government now has its own “Superhero Department” with people on payroll they can send around to do its dirty, dangerous job, per its request, every time someone or something is deemed a threat to Earth's safety, no questions asked, no doubts raised, no objections made.

I'm choosing to leave the Bucky issue aside because we agree he's so OOC and his actions and choices are so indefensible (unless he's working undercover for Sam, but even like this, he should've acted differently in that last scene, even if he's very bad at lying), that it doesn't make sense that he might yearn for freedom then chain himself to a Government's beck and call, and that he worked months to expose Valentina (HE SPECIFICALLY, not Yelena nor the other mercenaries), and right when he had his chance….he went puff….

The problem here is the presence of Alexei and John. 

First. An ethical reason.

Antonia was introduced only to kill her senslessly right at the beginning. Shock value and cruelty, sure. Bad, cheap writing, indeed. But! By choosing to keep John, White Male Extraordinaire, and killing Antonia, they made another choice: they killed a victim, a trauma survivor, an abused woman, who surely had superpowers but which powers she never could choose to have, never asked to have, and were forced onto her by harming her. She has made bad calls in life, but just as Bucky, as Yelena, as Ava, she didn't have much of a choice or a saying in the matter. Abused, manipulated, traumatized. I bet her mind rooms wouldn't have been very nice. 

She died, though, and John survived. This is extremely worrying and dangerous, as a concept, because John ISN'T A VICTIM. Let me phrase it better. 

JOHN WALKER HAS NEVER BEEN A VICTIM, HAS NEVER BEEN A TRAUMA SURVIVOR, HAS NEVER BEEN ABUSED, HAS NEVER BEEN EXPERIMENTED UPON, HE WILLINGLY CHOSE TO TAKE THE SERUM BECAUSE HE WANTED TO BE MORE.

In fact, and this is horrifying in a movie which claims to be about mental illness and depression and how to magically heal by the powers of hugs and friendship, we only see one mind room about John. Oh yes. What is his trauma? Thank you for the question.

JOHN FUCKING WALKER'S SO-CALLED TRAUMA is that he's been an abusive asshole to his family because he was so obsessed about the fame and glory and respect he had lost (because, you know, he murdered a surrendering man in broad daylight because he couldn't control himself), that he couldn't even rein his emotions in and care about what should've really mattered to him. A selfish, self centered, violent, abusive piece of shit, who apparently considers himself a victim because his wife didn't wait to be beaten to death during one of his rage fits and run away to save herself and her baby.

You see why this is dangerous? A true victim gets killed, an abuser gets saved and praised and rewarded. And the audience should empathize with him and feel sorry because that stupid woman left his sorry ass and made him a sad little meow meow?! Rewriting history is always a danger. You know what I'm talking about. Victims being depicted as culprits, and abusers being portrayed as victims. 

Another thing is dangerous. And this is reconnecting to Sam Wilson. Alexei and John are supersoldiers, even more, they've always and only been Government employed supersoldiers. The other TB? Not so much. They have been rogue and mercenaries, Yelena surely has worked for her government too, but mainly they are wild cards. Not these two.

These are enhanced individuals (the same ones we still see a part of the government is still wary about, right during the process against Valentina) who have always worked as some sort of elite forces for their Government's black ops. They don't need finesse. They don't need strategy. They don't need intelligence. They don't need tactics. They don't need synapses. Why should they, when they can simply hammer down and shoot and maim until no opponent stands? Why should they plan things ahead and control damage, when they can simply shoot first and ask questions later?

THEY DON'T NEED TO BE INTELLIGENT AND ABLE TO THINK AND MAKE AUTONOMOUS DECISIONS BECAUSE THAT'S NOT PART OF THEIR CONTRACT.

Never has been. The orders arrive. They obey. They kill. The government doesn’t need to worry they'll object and go rogue. You know that thing so many TB apologists say about “oh but they didn't choose to form the team, they didn't know about each other, they just found themselves together and were forced to collaborate to save their asses and in the end they were put into a team!”

Yes. That's what I'm saying. They cannot think. They cannot decide. They cannot collaborate as a single unit if not to survive. Fuck!! The only time they had one fucking chance to act intelligently and take their own decisions, THEY DID NOTHING! They could've fucked Valentina sideways IN FRONT OF ALL WORLD but they didn't. Because they can only obey orders, not plan in advance, not take the right decisions on their own. They are servants, not heroes. And Bucky chose to be a servant, too.

You see why this team, Valentina’s team, and not Sam’s, is convenient to a Government? Do you think a Navy SEAL would restrain himself from killing a bunch of unharmed sheep herders in Afghanistan, if he thought they could be a potential threat? Read some books (I did), and learn about what the US Government really asks of their elite forces.

Sam Wilson would never comply.

But Alexei and John?! Fuck. That's all they've done for their whole adult life. Hell! Alexei would trade his daughters for a minute under the spotlights! That's why we couldn't see any mind room for him, he hadn't any! He too, like Walker, is the abuser, not the victim. The manipulator, not the victim. He, too, only seeks public cheering at any cost, a picture onto cereal boxes (HAVE WE EVER SEEN STEVE ROGER'S OR TONY STARK’S FACES ON CEREAL BOXES?! SINCE WE WANT TO TALK ABOUT WHITE BOYS), and would obey any order if it means he can get his reward. Like Walker sacrificed his family, too.

Do the trick, get the treat. You know, the way I trained my dog out of bad habits like shitting inside. 

Last thing. There's A HUGE DIFFERENCE between the way the TB save people in New York and then accept to become Valentina’s tools instead of exposing her, out of necessity and/or because they want to be praised, and the way Sam Wilson saves people because it's the only way he knows how to live.

For my aesthetics exam, more than twenty years ago, I had to study a bunch of Freud texts. Sure, the man had issues. But one thing I remember, albeit not in full details: it's a metaphor of sorts. He makes the example of two different men reacting to the same situation: a child falls into a river and is in drowning danger. Both men throw themselves in the cold waters and drag the child to safety, but then die in their place. Apparently, the situations are identical, except for the intent and the motivation: one man did it selflessly, instinctively, because he valued life, every life, worth the risk of losing his own. Even if nobody ever knew his name, ever saw him, ever remembered him, he would've done it anyway, because only the child mattered. The other man, though, did it because he hoped to be seen, to be noticed, to be remembered, to be talked in high praise, so that the child's life mattered nothing to him because his own life didn't, in face of potential glory even after his death. The difference is, Freud said, that the second man wouldn't even have hesitated to throw the child into the water himself, if it made it possible for him to pull his glorious act.

You spot the difference between Alexei saving the girl on the street, and Sam talking down Ross, right?

That's all. Sorry for the verbosity. But I'm horrified by the implications, and what they might mean for Doomsday, but mostly, about the social, sociological, and ethical implications of choosing Walker over Antonia, and choosing Walker and Alexei (specifically) over Sam.

[that-foul-legacy-lover]

Foul legacy weeklies but melusine y/n is just cheering him on. Paimon next to them. (They’re sharing snacks.)

you start coordinating who brings what after a few weeks, too!!

honestly, you're not sure why Foul Legacy and the Traveler feel the need to fight every week. sparring, perhaps? maybe a way to get rid of any pent-up irritation? either way, it happens exactly once every week, not quite like clockwork. the day varies depending on when the two contenders are free. why they both must go all the way to Liyue as well, you might never know- but at least Legacy brings you with him through the wilderness, over woods and mountains and through any caves you desire- the creatures would never harm you, after all. all the way to the Golden House, where the Traveler is waiting. Paimon greets you happily, as always- the celestial pair never had an issue with you. they too have been thrown into a new world, unable to return home, wherever home might be. Paimon floats by your side as you make yourself comfortable, her chattering almost entirely concealing the sounds of battle

Paimon is the one who started the snack tradition, whipping out one of her many provisions to share with you. she is the sole reason you expand your palette in Teyvat, bringing you dish after dish, usually things she's been craving lately. you munch on them together, curiously, occasionally waving to Childe and the Traveler as they spar. you clap for both your Harbinger and your Abyssal monster, tail wagging happily whenever they turn to look at you. and you keep a tally of who won and who lost!! currently the Traveler is in the lead, much to their smug satisfaction, but you still delight in showing Foul Legacy whenever you get to add a point to his chart, earning you some very enthusiastic chitters and trills

[rosecoloredsunshine]

have i found you, flightless bird — james patrick march

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PAIRINGS: james patrick march x female!reader

SUMMARY: you're the only one who truly understood james. you are his greatest muse, and now you are bound together even in eternity—and you've both never been more happier.

REMINDERS: please be reminded that this is a work of fiction. meaning that all events and occurrences in this story are all fictional and all are part of my imagination. any resemblance to actual life events and people, living or dead, are all purely coincidence.

WARNINGS: no use of y/n, fluff, brief mention of murder (not really major), and minor typographical errors.

WORD COUNT: 1.6k

AUTHOR'S NOTE: i really had fun writing this request, thank so much! i tailored morticia's characteristics with the reader, so there are some similarities (if you squint enough) with her and the reader. i originally wrote two versions of this request, but decided to ultimately go with this one. plus, if you know by now, i draw inspiration/align my fics with songs hehe so i hope you'll enjoy this one! :)

The golden sconces along the velvet-papered hallways of the Hotel Cortez flickered with a low, ambient glow, casting elongated shadows against the ornate walls. It was a quiet night tonight, quiet in a way a building like this could only pretend to be. The silence always buzzed faintly, like a secret breathing through the bones of the place.

You walked slowly, deliberately, heels clicking rhythmically against the polished black and white marble floors. The gown you wore hugged your form like a second skin—silken, obsidian, matching the inky hue of your hair that tumbled in soft, disciplined waves down your back. It is James’ favorite color on you, telling you once that it made you look like a sin made flesh. You told him that he was biased, but he only grinned, feral and fond.

James’ hand was resting on the small of your back, his touch possessive but reverent, always reverent. As if to remind himself and others that you belonged to him, and he, very thoroughly, belonged to you.

“I do believe,” James murmured, voice low and indulgent as you walked together past room 43, “that time itself slows to accommodate your passage, dearest. What a shame it does nothing to calm my racing heart.”

You gave him a faint smile, eyes half-lidded as you turned towards him slightly, heels clicking against the tiles. “You don’t have a heart anymore, my darling,” you reminded gently, voice smooth as silk and just as cold. “Remember? You left it on the twentieth floor, for me.”

A delighted chuckle left him, the sound echoing in the corridor like a kiss to a mirror. “And you wear it so well.”

James never gets tired of looking at you. The fall of your hair, always coordinated with your gowns, whether it is black as ink or ivory as moonlight—either way, it always leaves him breathless, if such a thing could still be said about a man long dead. You were an enigma, ethereal and reserved, intimidating to most and worshipped by all who dared look at you too long. Ghosts, guests, even the walls. You had the kind of beauty that made time forget how to tick.

He didn't walk beside you so much as orbit you, like the moon to a glittering, celestial flame. The hotel had been his monument, yes, but for you? It became his temple.

“I saw Sally again,” you murmured, finger brushing along the velvet wallpaper, nails short and elegant, painted a soft shade of wine. “She’s still bitter.”

James snorted disdainfully. “Ah, the opium banshee. Let her wail, her pain is entirely self-inflicted.”

“She tried to ask me again why I stay with you,” you said softly, voice like smoke and smiling.

He tensed ever so lightly beside you, but you reached for his lapel, smoothing it gently with your thumb, visibly relaxing.

“And what did you tell her, my love?” he asked, gaze intense and yearning.

You tilted your chin up, eyes catching the dim chandelier light like pools of mercury. “I told her that no one could ever understand you the way I do. That she mistakes obsession for love, but what you and I have, it’s devotion. It's a ruin, an art.”

James groaned—yes, groaned, his forehead coming to rest briefly against yours as you paused at the base of the grand staircase. “You wound me in the most glorious way, dearest. I should carve those words into the walls.”

“You already did,” you whispered softly. “Every inch of this place is you, bleeding for me.”

It was indeed true. The Cortez was a tomb, yes, a house of horrors, but it was also a palace. A mausoleum built not for death, but for love. Every brass doorknob, shadow, nook and cranny, every inch of cursed carpet was placed for you. A monument to your elegance, a fortress to keep the world out and your bond sealed within.

Even now, long after your mortal bodies had ceased to matter, James still treated you like something holy—buttoning the back of your gowns delicately with his fingers each evening, kissing the top of your hands, and worshiping the curve of your neck with the patience of a priest. You—though quieter, less demonstrative, held his heart in your fist. You shared his darkest secrets, the cruelest truths of his soul, and instead of recoiling, you had smiled. You accepted him, and sharpened your claws alongside his.

“Remember that one guest?” you murmured idly as you ascended the staircase, fingers sliding along the railings. “The one who lied about his name to get a room?”

James exhaled in a sound that was more growl of a growl than breath. “The stockbroker in 902. That cretin.”

You hummed. “He looked so confused when I slit his throat.”

He let out a scandalized laugh, arm around you tightening, almost giddy. “Oh, how you moved that night. Poetry in crimson.”

“I don’t like liars. You know that, my darling,” you said simply. “And most of all, I don’t like it when someone tries to deceive you.”

James gently leaned down, planting a soft kiss on your lips. “You are far too exquisite for this wretched world. Thank god it ended.”

To others, perhaps you were terrifying. But those who feared you had never felt or experienced your kindness. Your words were sparse but true, you had stitched the unraveling tapestry of Hotel Cortez together by just existing in it. Ghosts who hated your husband—the ghosts, the damned, they couldn't hate you. Some even dared to speak to you with a quiet sort of admiration, knowing that to cross you would be their last mistake.

You never raised your voice. You never needed to. For James, you were the reason death wasn't a punishment—but a gift.

Deep into the night, you sat in one of the velvet armchairs in your and James’ suite, firelight casting flickers of gold across your collarbones. James poured you a glass of ghostly burgundy, as ritualistic as ever. He didn't need to eat, nor did you, but the motions—ritual, brought you both comfort. He stood behind your chair, hands moving up and down your arms, slow and deliberate.

“I do so love this,” he whispered.

You tilted your head back lazily. “What’s that?”

James bent to kiss your shoulder. “This peace. This illusion of the living, you in the gown, my name on your lips, your hand in mine,” he circled to kneel in front of you, taking your hand, pressing it to his lips. “You make the afterlife bearable. No, more than that—beautiful.”

You looked at him. Really looked at him. The moustache you used to tease, the crinkle at the corners of his eyes, the utter abandon in the way he adored you.

You cupped James’ cheeks softly. “I would've followed you even if you hadn't built the hotel,” you said quietly. “I would've followed you into hell.”

“You did, my love,” he whispered back. “And you made it heaven.”

The moonlight spilled silver across the dark floor of the room. James held out a hand for you to take, and you let him lead you in the middle of the room, leading you in a slow waltz. The gramophone hummed a tune no living soul remembered, soft and sorrowful. James held you like a prayer—one hand in yours, the other splayed across your waist, fingers aching to be closer.

“You never tire of this,” you said softly, eyes closing as you moved in tandem.

“Never,” he whispered, lips brushing the shell of your ear. “Not when it’s with you. You are the only eternity I welcome, the only ghost that haunts me in the way I crave.”

Your laughter was quiet, breathy, and warm. “You’re awfully poetic tonight, darling.”

“I’m always poetic when I’m in your presence,” he grinned.

James’ mouth found the curve of your neck then, slow and reverent, began leaving a trail of kisses along your skin as if worshipping a temple while you both sway softly to the music, and you let him. Of course you did. James never needed permission, but he always earned it.

“You’re insatiable,” you murmured.

“I am yours, and you are everything,” he corrected, pulling back just enough to look at you—truly look. “The curve of your mouth could command wars, the kindness in your eyes silences my rage. You are the only one who saw me and didn't run. Who loved me, chose me, even in my vilest hour.”

“I didn't see vileness,” you said simply. “I saw pain, beauty, and brilliance. A man with fire in his soul and a broken heart in his chest.”

James’ throat tightened, and for a moment, that dark bravado cracked, showing you the vulnerability he his from fhe world.

“You terrify me,” he whispered.

You blinked, gently tilting your head. “Why?”

“Because I would tear down the world for you. I already did once, and I’d do it again, with less mercy.”

You kissed him, slow and sure. The kind of kiss that felt like sealing a vow older than time itself, and when you pulled away, you rested your forehead against his.

“I’d help you burn it down,” you said softly. “Just don’t lie to me. Don’t let them try to turn you from me.”

“They wouldn't dare,” he growled. “And if they did, they would meet the end of my wrath—and the sharper edge of yours.”

You smiled widely. James always liked the way you smiled before destruction.

You continued waltzing in the middle of the room, like any husband and wife would when they’re in love. Except you were not breathing, and time did not matter. There were no dishes to clean, no errands to run. Only endless hours to love and be loved, for eternity and beyond it.

And James, hopelessly devoted, would spend every second of it tracing the shape of your soul.

© rosecoloredsunshine, 2025

[thebisexualteen]

CURATOR LOOKING BORED IS RELATABLE

YOU GOT ARCHIVIST BABY PICS?! Please show! I bet they're so charming

The Collector: Yeah! I kept them on me because I would use it to embarrass them. I got the pictures from each of my other siblings.

The Collector: This is a picture of my sister, Coordinator. She used to bite and chew things. Charmer used to tell me about how apparently she used to chew through all the teething toys Caretaker gave her.

The Collector: This is a picture of my brother Charmer as a baby being held by the Coordinator when she was a toddler. Renny thought it would be cute to have a picture of them together but Coori's face is so funny! She looks like she wants to leave him on a desolate moon. Coori told me Char-Char spent the first 1000 years always sticking her tongue out.

The Collector: This is from right after Curie and Carti were born. Renny was only expecting one baby so Curie had to wear xyr hat until xe could make an outfit for her. They wouldn't smile unless they were close to each other. Carti also hated being held by anyone but Caretaker.

[gunsandspaceships]

MCU Timeline: Guardians of the Galaxy

Before creation - six singularities exist.

The Big Bang - the remnants of the six singularities are forged into the Infinity Stones.

~1014-2014 - war between the Kree and the Nova Empire.

Hundreds of years before 2014 - the Tivan Group sends workers to extract organic matter from the skull of a dead celestial being (a place known as Knowhere).

Few months before Meredith Quill's death - she is diagnosed with terminal brain cancer.

2:30 am, ~April, 1988 - the death of Meredith Quill. Her son Peter is abducted by The Ravagers.

Note: based on visual cues, it's either April/May or September. What if? S2 E2 takes place 6 months after the abduction, but still in 1988. It can't be later than September/October, so the match would be April.

1988-2014 - Yondu Udonta raises Peter Quill. Peter becomes the Ravager "known" as Star-Lord.

The main events take place in the summer of 2014.

Since we are not on Earth in this film, there will be no dates or time coordinates. The exact number of days that have passed cannot be determined either, since we are talking about interstellar flights, various celestial bodies and extraterrestrial technologies. Seasons, coordinate systems and the length of the earthly day do not apply here.

Shortly before Day 1 - The Kree Empire and the Nova Empire sign a peace treaty.

Day 1:

Thanos lends Gamora and Nebula to Ronan the Accuser to help him find the Power Stone.

Peter Quill steals the Orb containing the Power Stone from the planet Morag. He is attacked by Ronan's men led by Korath, but manages to escape.

Riots across the Kree Empire protesting the recent peace treaty signed by the Kree Emperor and Xandar's Nova Prime.

Peter dismisses Yondu's demand to give him the Orb, and Yondu puts a bounty on Peter with the condition that he be brought alive.

Ronan awakens on his ship, the Dark Aster, and kills a Nova Corps officer.

Korath returns to the Dark Aster and tells Ronan about the stolen Orb. Ronan sends Gamora to retrieve the artifact.

~Day 2:

On Xandar, Peter fails to sell the Orb to the Broker. He is attacked by Gamora, Rocket, and Groot. They are all eventually arrested by the Nova Corps.

Ronan destroys Xandarian outposts across the galaxy.

The Kree Empire refuses to respond to Ronan's crimes.

Nova Corps officers process Gamora, Quill, Rocket, and Groot and send them to the Kyln prison to await sentencing.

~Day 3:

The four arrive at the Kyln.

Night - prisoners attempt to kill Gamora. Drax the Destroyer intervenes, wanting to do it himself. Gamora is saved by Peter, who offers Drax the chance to kill Ronan instead.

Peter, Gamora, Rocket (and Groot) agree on a plan to escape and sell the Orb to the Collector.

~Day 4:

Other tells Ronan about Gamora's real plan and that Thanos demands his presence at his Sanctuary.

Ronan comes to the Sanctuary and kills Other. Thanos threatens to kill Ronan unless he brings him the Orb. Ronan and Nebula head to the Kyln.

The future Guardians of the Galaxy escape from prison.

They head to the Collector's base on Knowhere.

Ronan and Co arrive at the Kyln just after GotG has escaped the prison. Ronan orders the Necrocraft to be sent after the escapees and kill the guards and prisoners.

Yondu visits the Broker to get information about the Orb's buyer.

The collector orders his slave Carina to clean the display cases containing his "exhibits".

~Day 5:

GotG arrive on Knowhere.

The Collector makes them wait. Peter almost kisses Gamora, Drax and Rocket (and Groot) almost kill each other. Drax leaves drunk and challenges Ronan to a fight.

Tivan finally invites Gamora and Co. He tells them about the Infinity Stones and is about to complete the deal, but Carina touches the Power Stone and it explodes, destroying the place and killing her. Tivan, some of his "exhibits", and GotG survive.

GotG takes the Orb back and finds themselves surrounded by Ronan and Yondu.

Battle of Knowhere.

Ronan's men take the Orb. Quill saves Gamora's life, Groot saves Drax. Quill and Gamora are taken by Yondu.

Ronan learns that the Orb contains the Power Stone and calls Thanos to tell him that he no longer needs his help. Ronan grabs the Stone and places it in his hammer. He then threatens to kill Thanos when he is done with Xandar. Nebula joins him in hopes of revenge.

Peter makes a deal with Yondu to help save Xandar in exchange for the Stone. GotG reunites on the Ravagers' ship.

Peter convinces the others to try to stop Ronan. They come up with a plan.

~Day 6:

Gamora and Quill explain the plan to the Ravagers. Everyone prepares for battle. Quill sends a message to Nova Corps officer Rhomann Dey.

GotG+Ravagers and Ronan approach Xandar.

Rhomann Dey informs Nova Prime of Quill's message.

The Battle of Xandar.

The death of Garthan Saal, a Nova's Denarian, and most of the Nova Corps pilots who participated in the battle.

Drax kills Korath.

Groot sacrifices himself to save his teammates.

Nebula escapes.

The Dark Aster and Milano are destroyed.

GotG annihilate Ronan with the Power Stone.

Peter gives Yondu the orb without the Stone, and the Ravagers fly away.

Rocket picks up a twig left from Groot.

GotG hand the Stone over to the Nova Corps.

For a sufficiently long number of days after:

Nova Corps expunges Guardians' criminal records.

Rhomann Dey is promoted to Denarian.

Nova Prime informs Peter that his father is not from Earth.

Nova gives the team a restored Milano.

Peter finally unwraps his mother's gift with the Awesome Mix vol.2.

From Groot Sr.'s twig grows Groot Jr.

The Guardians leave Xandar.

MCU Timeline: The Infinity Saga

[mynzeiidiamension]

One of my newer Pretty cure fanseries:

Skyward Voyagers

Cure Pilot - He is the Leader and Pilot of the Voyager and give order to the cabin crew.

Fairy: Eagle Companion

Cure Navigator - She is the 2nd in Commander and find the coordinates for destinations to different realms.

Fairy: Bat Companion

Cure Host - The oldest and most experienced in the group, she makes announcements to the passengers and inform the cabin crew of any changes in flight, whatnot.

Fairy: Canary Companion

Cure Medic - She takes care of any flight sickness or passengers injured due to Dark Matter from the void realm.

Fairy: Dove/Moth/Butterfly Companion

Cure Cater - Ensuring everyone is well feed on the flight, she makes and distributes food and snacks to the passengers.

Fairy: Flying Squirrel Companion

Cure Marshal - His duty is to ensure the plane takes off and lands safely.

Fairy: Firefly Companion

Plot: As Pretty Cure, they work together to safeguard & transport passengers to different realms. in addition they fight the Abyss’s dark forces, traveling in a magical airship known as the "Voyager" which is tasked with exploring and protecting the different realms. Along the way, they find a young celestial who has no recollection of her past memories so they began to raise and take care of her. As they travel through different realms and meet people with interesting things to say, they uncover the truth about the Abyss’s origins and their connection to it.

I have yet to design Cure Odyssey and draw their civilian forms but I'm really looking forward to doing so since some of them are different species from various realms!! ☆*: .｡. o(≧▽≦)o .｡.:*☆

[the-worms-in-your-bones]

‘Coordinator of the celestial intervention agency. Narvinectralonum of the house of witforge’

As it turns out Narvin’s full name is almost as hard to write as Romana’s

[megtrns]

megtrns, could you please write about a first contact au with a alternate time period with any of your faves? (ex: first contact au but make it regency or western? the already culture shock with human lagging behind to the bots is a bit big, but now with a slightly more rigid ideals and society is fascinating and i can’t help but think about a pride and prejudice au or medieval era bc literal knights in shining armor) of course these are just thoughts, so feel free to just write about anything, or ignore it if it’s too complicated. regardless, thank you for sharing your writing and take of yourself! have a good one!

a/n : hi anon ! so so sorry this took such a long time. the reason was because i had to go through several tries before settling with this because i absolutely adore your idea!! i've thought of something similar in the past so i got so excited doing this request and wanted to do so much that i ended up scatterbrained. so if you're okay with it, i'd love to make this into a mini series. so this shall be part one and the next ones will include a regency and/or midwestern era . again, thank you for such a lovely request ! i hope this was what you wanted and have a nice day !!

stranded time au ft. the lost light crew part one : ultra magnus & the medieval era (sfw!)

00. The theory of general relativity proposes that time doesn't pass at the same rate everywhere. With that in mind, Cybertron is an ancient and archaic planet, its galaxy a graveyard of heavy celestial masses that once existed long before the birth of our solar system. Due to strong gravitational fields, time passing through Cybertron is slower than time on Earth. And because of the war, emergency escape pods would have pre-calculated coordinates to launch their users to planets where time flows faster. So that if any Autobot or Decepticon were to survive and return, years spent in the corner of that universe would be nothing more than a few days.

This was how Rodimus & co. find themselves stranded on Earth, jumping through different timelines to save their friends. Through a very unfortunate (and avoidable) accident, the ship had collided against the planet's upper atmosphere as it attempted to land. (Because Swerve wanted to watch the concert of a human band he's obsessed with and begged Rodimus to go until his vocalizer fried.) As a result, the docking station for the escape pods were breached, followed by a leak in the quantum engine that had ignited a series of them to explode — causing a chain reaction that created 'holes' in time where the missing crew members had fallen into, leaving them scattered throughout different historical ages.

With most of the ship (thankfully) intact, Rodimus and team must race against time to bring everyone home, leaping from one century to another (and hoping that the 'time portal gun' the simpatico duo had whipped up won't explode in their faces).

01. Having been on the unfortunate side of the ship that had shattered upon impact, poor Ultra Magnus was launched all the way across Europe during its middle ages, at the height of its Capetian dynasties as it stands at the end of the crusade wars. Dropped in the heart of a dark and grim forest where not even sunlight pierced through the foliage, Magnus had stumbled into a small battle. It didn’t take long for the enforcer to realise that he had accidentally intervened in the attempted kidnapping of a princess from a nearby country.

Once he finished scaring the bewildered men away on their horses (a sight he found barbaric), the princess was left by his pedes cowering in fear. In an attempt to appear less intimidating, Magnus had stepped out of his armor, feeling exposed if not undignified — yet understanding that at least this way she could look at his optics. However, this gave her the impression that he was a knight sent by the Lord to rescue her.

He wanted to correct the human (courtesy of the universal translator), but she was already prostrating by the surface of a nearby rock to pray in relief. Tears dramatically streaming down her neck. With nothing to lose and no signs of his ship, Magnus relented and spent the next few days carrying her through rivers and mountains to return the princess to her limestone castle (somewhat nervous that this breach of protocol would permanently alter the outcome of a thousand-year war). 

But when was the last time anyone ever looked at him with such admiration and awe, even when stripped of his armor? She saw him for who he was — ser minimus, she called him — her champion in shining, metal armor. During the day, he was Ultra Magnus, the giant that fell from the sky. In the night, when she leaned against his side for warmth, delicate and shy, he was just Minimus. And under the pale moonshine where she drifted to sleep against his shoulder, he was reminded of how nice it was to be just Minimus.

For days they trekked through the wildlands, staying under the cover of canopies and steering clear of cities that permanently carried the smell of burning flesh and rotting wood. This was a time of plague and famine, and Magnus couldn’t help but pity her. Because despite the comfort of her velvet drapes and high towers, she would continue to live and die in a time of war and death. He knew too well what that felt like.

Once his little quest had ended and the princess was safe and sound behind gilded gates, it was time to say goodbye. And much to her court’s fascination (and fear), Minimus had dropped to one knee to kiss the back of her palm, once, twice, knowing that this was expected of him as a knight — and that this was maybe the closest souvenir he could have from her. And just as he rose to follow the signal that suddenly appeared on his radars, she had leaned forward on her toes to kiss him. He knew he should pull away, as signaled by the choir of scandalized gasps that erupted around them. Maybe it was the pity, the proximity, or the validation he gets from seeing her gaze up at him with intense devotion, but Minimus found himself doing something incredibly reckless. Back aboard the Lost Light, Rodimus disclosed they knew where to find him thanks to a very interesting painting from the 13th century depicting a princess and her (supposedly fictional) green knight hanging in present-day museums.

" So...Magnus. Are you as good as a kisser as they paint it out to be or was that just the dramatic effect of the ‘renaissance’?" 

(Somewhere behind them, Megatron chimed in to correct Rodimus that it was actually 'pre-renaissance.' He didn't seem too happy when Whirl called him a nerd.)

Magnus refused to answer his Captain's question despite the incessant teasing, choosing to leave the room (so no one could catch him smiling).

[blueiscoool]

The Tomb of a Royal Scribe Discovered in Egypt

Czech experts have made another important discovery in the Egyptian archaeological site in Abusir. They found the hitherto unexplored tomb of the royal scribe Dzhehutiemhat, which is richly decorated in the form of many hieroglyphic texts and images. They mainly consist of ritual and religious texts, which were supposed to ensure the soul of the deceased an eternal life in the next world.

In April and May of this year, another part of field research by Czech Egyptologists regarding shaft tombs from the middle of the first millennium BC took place in Abusir, Egypt. It was here that the archaeological team of the Czech Institute of Egyptology of the Faculty of Arts of Charles University discovered the tomb of a hitherto unknown dignitary from the time of the Persian invasion of Egypt.

“It is a richly decorated shaft tomb of medium size, whose owner, a certain Džehutiemhat, held the office of royal scribe,” explains Ladislav Bareš, who has been coordinating the research of Abusir shaft tombs for a long time.

From the tomb, the above-ground part of which was destroyed already in ancient times, only the main shaft was preserved, at the bottom of which lay a burial chamber made of limestone blocks at a depth of 14 meters. Access to it was provided by a small, more northerly shaft and a narrow corridor approximately three meters long connecting the access shaft with the burial chamber.

For reasons still unknown, this access shaft was largely filled with several dozen decorated limestone blocks, originating from the dismantled above-ground part of the nearby majestic tomb of General Menechibnekon.

A tomb with rich decoration

The burial chamber is richly decorated with texts and other scenes. A long sequence of incantations against snakebite from the Pyramid Texts covers the north entrance wall. Interestingly, the snakes mentioned in these magical texts represented a potential danger, but could also serve as powerful protectors of the deceased and his mummy.

“While the entrance to the nearby Menechibnekon’s burial chamber was protected by the guardians of the gates of the 144th chapter of the Book of the Dead, in the case of Džehutiemhat, snakes from the Pyramid Texts play this role,” adds Renata Landgráfová, director of the Institute of Egyptology and an expert on the ancient Egyptian language and texts.

The south and west walls are covered with a sacrificial ritual and an extensive sacrificial list. On the ceiling of the burial chamber are depictions of the journey of the sun god Reo through the sky, first in the morning and then in the evening celestial bar. The depictions are accompanied by hymns to the rising and setting sun. Inside the burial chamber covered with relief decoration is a large stone sarcophagus, which also bears hieroglyphic inscriptions and depictions of gods, both outside and inside. The lid is decorated with texts taken from the Book of the Dead, but also excerpts from the much older Pyramid Texts, which partially repeat sayings that also appear on the walls of the burial chamber.

Ritual texts for eternal life

On the bottom of the inner wall of the sarcophagus bath, the goddess of the west, Imentet, is depicted, and its inner sides bear the so-called canopic sayings, spoken by this goddess and the earth god Geb. “The goddess of the west inside the sarcophagus represents the protector, guide and symbolic mother of the deceased,” explains Jiří Janák, who analyzes and interprets religious and magical texts as part of field research.

All the mentioned spiritual-ritual texts were supposed to ensure the deceased a smooth entry into a blissful and well-secured eternal life in the afterlife.

The tomb of the scribe Dzhehutiemhat was discovered almost empty, as it was robbed probably already in the 5th century AD, similar to other tombs in this burial ground.

The deceased suffered from sedentary work

From the anthropological analysis of the skeletal remains, which was carried out by leading Egyptian experts, it was found that Dzhehutiemhat died at a relatively early age of around 25 years, he bore the signs of a kind of occupational disease (wear and tear of the spine during sedentary work) and suffered from severe osteoporosis, i.e. thinning of the bones.

The latter fact could place him in the family of other inhabitants of the Abusir shaft tomb burial, in whom the disease was also confirmed, such as the famous Iufaa, the owner of a nearby much larger tomb, whose unlooted burial chamber was discovered in 1996.

It is therefore possible that most of the owners of the tombs buried in this part of the Abusir necropolis belonged to one extended family, firmly anchored in the military elite of late Saiyan Egypt. However, Dzhehutiemhat’s mother probably came from completely different circles and a different part of Egypt at that time. Her two names can be translated as “Nubian” and “Fox”, while the latter is written in an unusual, most likely Berber form.

They also found a collection of pottery in the tomb. “The discovery of a large fragment of a Chian amphora with a perfectly smoothed edge is also very interesting, because the ancient looters probably used it as a shovel,” says Květa Smoláriková, who is an expert on Egyptian ceramics and Greek imports in the Czech team.

“The recently discovered tomb of the dignitary Džehutiemhat on the Abusír archaeological concession is the latest piece of knowledge in the mosaic of the history of ancient Egypt at the end of its glory in the late period, in the 6th century BC,” says Miroslav Bárta, director of Czech archaeological research in Abusír, about the discovery.

“The shaft tombs represent a special type of tombs of this time. They were created as a specific attempt by the ancient Egyptian elites for a renaissance and are based on the form of the tomb of King Djoser, the founder of the famous Old Kingdom, the time of the pyramid builders in the 3rd millennium BC,” he adds.

[tsamsheadcanons]

Random hcs for the celestial twinssss-

• Sun and Moon occasionally accidentally coordinate outfits/gifts. Birthdays/Activationdays? They both get each other some kind of gag gift that somehow Works With The Other's. Sun once got Moon a mothman onesie pj set, and Moon got Sun a Baphomet themed one ((it was a toss up between that and Cthulhu but the cult tendencies won)).

• sometimes the twins go full Spooky Twin Mode á la The Shining. It's not always intentional either, which somehow makes it worse. Side by side, perfectly in synch, just completely like a copy-paste. Lunar HATES it.

• they also can have full conversations with Looks or just "Moon." / "Sun." / "Moon." / "Sunnn-"

• Moon usually isn't a fan of touch, but sometimes He Needs It. When that happens, he goes to Sun like "Cuddlebug protocol is acting up. Gimme. [insert grabbyhands.exe]". Both know he does not, in fact, have a cuddlebug protocol, but it's fine. If Sun's doing something like making dinner, then it's backpack brother hours. Moon just clings like a whiny koala.

• bc of the way they were separated, in order to keep their systems from registering a catastrophic code loss, Moon scraped pieces from Sun, too. As a result, they have a sort of... sixth sense with each other. Like a Bluetooth connection on steroids. ((Made all the worse when Moon reset, bc Nexus never had those codes active. It was all dormant, and Sun lost a literal chunk of his remote systems as well as his brother :3))

The twins :3

[coordinatorofthecia]

I hereby accuse Justine of House Paradox of the murder of Sutekh, Demetra Kine, and other unnamed Time Lords. I also accuse her of Blasphemy, treason, and ill intent.

I stand here now as Chief Coordinator Narvin of the Celestial Intervention Agency, ready to present evidence.

@justine-of-faction-paradox @liviacaralis @braxiatel-the-collector