#cywrites

[cyanidas]

Let's play a game of how much Lumian lore you can dump on me so I can compile a complete post and use it for world building for a Lumian character of mine (pls give me the knowledge I crave it)

Oh god. Ok you're on

I'll do my best 😵‍💫 if you're looking for anything else / more specific, lmk!

Keep in mind my bs can and will differ from everyone else because everyone is either normal about them or is also weird about them but this time with tails instead, and also in a fundamentally unique way from my shit. And I have a LOT.

So,

Some world setup, because it matters to me; KirinDave as a concept is like 3 characters - Kirin (Craftia), Quetzal (Earth), and Chimera (Twilight). There's other deific rulers of other places but they don't matter rn. Kirin is the god of the Heart, Chimera the Mind, and Quetzal the Form. The 3 have their own backstory but I'll skip it for now.

Quetz came in contact with their people, the humans, in early historic times they were completely terrified of them. Out of shame, Quetz invented different religions to interact with them in a way they could better understand, and chose forms that were more pleasing and comprehensible. Under these guises, these personas, Quetzal fell in love with several humans and they just kinda sired a bunch of demigod children as a result.

Kinda messed up but I'm choosing to cover it up and say the humans they loved knew what they were getting into when they agreed to have sex with a god, including the whole polyamory thing. For all intents and purposes everyone was cool with it except general society who took one look at these "horrific hybrid" half-human half-animalish demigod kids and freaked out, killing nearly half of them and their parents in the process.

This didn't happen like, all at once, just over time for a while until Quetz couldn't take it anymore and decided to relocate the remaining humans, their children, and a good chunk of people who were supportive and capable of running a society successfully, and had an arsenal of angels help relocate them to a planet so far away, Quetzal's Siblings couldn't detect them easily. They kept this planet so secret that they would've loved to take this secret to the ends of the universe and with their deaths if they could've, but you see...

In no time at all, this society came together and grew into one species; The Lumians.

Lumians did not retain their Origin story and have no idea where they came from. The Guardian Angels cleared their ancestor's minds of Earth, and they simply began anew, knowing only their relationships and skills. Lumians became a race of highly scientifically progressed people whose genetics are influenced by the "throw a dart at a board to see what animal you land on" genes of their demigod ancestors, and the naturally adaptive influence of being descended from the god of Life itself.

They were born and raised on a harsh planet with a huge sun and massive insectoid monsters, so they naturally thrived in caves and darker biomes, where they quickly evolved to glow. Soon, their bodies rapidly changed to include pointed ears with sharper hearing to better listen for specific bugs, sharper teeth to cleave through incredibly tough bug meat, stronger/bigger bodies and longer lifespans to survive with, and colored blood/glow for attraction reasons bc blood color is pretty meaningless to their society and it has little to no effect on their bodies or survival.

Lumians have a superiority complex to humans, and assume that they're the result of ancient Lumians who colonized Earth and "devolved". This is a point of contention in their society and anywhere else in space that Lumians interact with humans. Funny enough, despite being smart with technology and science and weaponry, Lumian society valued art and creativity so poorly that entertainment is virtually nonexistent here. They get their kicks by starting and joining wars across space, and partaking in what human culture they can capture from lightyears away.

Their buildings and cities are very sterile-looking, and what color they do intentionally use are organized in mathematical and artificial/generated ways. Idk how to explain it because I haven't looked for architecture that displays this, but think of pretentious billionaire houses. That's kinda what we're working with. Lumians also don't have a class system, so even a lowly outback-type reclusive farmer or woodsman with a small 2x2 home has access to the same rights, funding, and technology as everyone else.

Their planet, Lumina, has a large variety of biomes with jungles, swamps, deserts, temperate zones, rocky barrens, and so on. They only have one ocean, and it's about the size of South America, and in their southern hemisphere. Everywhere else are lakes, rivers, and an incredible amount of underground pocket water and plants that retain a lot of water (like "cut the root open and drink it like a straw" amounts). They do have some mammal-like creatures, but they are usually very tiny and serve as pets.

Some dogs came with their ancestors on the trip and they've also evolved! Due to the strange food they've fed on, they've gotten sleek coats, bigger and tougher teeth, pointy tongues, bigger/wider ears, and very unusual colors and eyes. I'll have to draw them later!

They have similar careers to us, but their society celebrates joining the armada, to an even bigger extent than the US. To them, it's THE job to have, the most noble position to take, you basically become a hero to your family and town. For all interns and purposes, they absolutely are a military state. The leader of the armada is Xephos's dad and he is basically a rockstar and democratically elected emperor of the planet. Matching that, their language is also monolith, but has distinct accents and dialects. I've written the alphabet somewhere on this blog in the past. They do have actual leaders of society that lead certain areas, very much like our countries do, but they all take a backseat to Xeph's father in the end. Everyone in general follows along with him in a similar fashion to how certain white people obsess over the royal British family.

Religion can be niche and taboo depending on the region, and magic is a marginal subculture in general. Lumians don't care a whole lot about bloodlines, lineages, family cultures, so on; everyone is motivated to become independent of themselves, and visiting family is socially accepted to be a rarity. Sometimes their bodies can have more animal-like features, like colored patterns, patches of floof, different shaped pupils or more "wild" irises, sharper nails, maybe even a tail who knows - but these physical differences are as rare as unique physical differences on Earth (i imagine white and black blood could even be possible if the Lumian were albino/melanistic). They have their own spaceships, news, radio, television, school systems, so on so forth. They just don't have a lot of variety in life and it kinda sucks. they suck lmao

Quetzal's secret is now as thinly veiled as tissue paper, thanks to the Lumians' exploration and interaction with Earth and Craftia. Humanoids are very distinctly localized to our solar system, and at least two of the deities are needed to create a living/sentient creature, so a humanoid race existing outside the solar system is definitely a huge cause for suspicion.

also Xeph's dad is planning a secret invasion of Earth and enslavement of humanity and he's overall a horrible person, but only in secret. to the public he's just the bee's fuckin knees.

I hope u like ;w; search my blog for other Lumian stuff, bc I've posted quite a bit about them! ALSO TAG ME IN ANY OCs.....I LIVE FOR THAT SHIT DUDE

[cynical-cy]

Reclusive Protector

(A short story I've written up just as something that came to me suddenly. I'm not normally a writer so sorry if it just kinda sucks narratively ig)

A fell wind blows over the field as the void-class Nightmare take down another ally. Having been knocked down, you look on as more adventurers enter the fray, your strength failing you as you try to get back up. One by one you see your peers fall, magicks failing and weaponry breaking upon the enemy. You start to feel dread as the last of them are struck down, like maybe you won't be making it out alive…

A chill settles over the battlefield as another adventurer-- a white fox with blue and pink hair-- walks out towards the monster, her hands wreathed in flame as she conjures twin scythes that seem to be made of blue fire. The Nightmare takes the opportunity to lunge, but she sidesteps the attack with terrifying precision. In the same motion, she jabs the monstrosity with a scythe and jumps away as it screeches.

Magicks were bouncing right off that thing before, but this magic seemed… odd. Like normal resistances weren't going to work this time. Still though, you hope and pray that others can pick themselves up to help; one person against a void-class is unheard of. Even so, you're surprised to notice the woman left one of the scythes lodged in the monster, as she simply summons another to replace it. She throws this new one, and it blocks it with a claw, but she smiles at this. You note that the new scythe is now stuck in that claw, at the very least causing discomfort to the Nightmare.

The fight kicks off proper and the two begin darting around the battlefield, the fox's movements like that of an elegant dancer paired with the monster's lumbering charges. While the monster was chipping in glancing blows, the fox laid in more and more scythes into the beast's hide with deadly precision. Yet the Nightmare still roared with intensity, it's life seemingly nowhere near spent.

In a complete twist, the fox suddenly changes tactics after laying in a final scythe; she conjures what seem to be pillars of magma which then harden around the beast's legs, giving her a chance to break distance. After a moment, she closes her eyes and starts an incantation. The Nightmare is roaring and flailing all the while, slowly breaking free of the fiery shackles. In a flash, the monster is consumed in a cloak of blue fire that spirals into the sky, the beast roaring in pain. When it fades, the monster seems hurt but not down, and the scythes have turned into what seem to be glowing blue flowers.

It breaks free of its earthly chains and lunges at the would-be hero, and your heart drops as she just stands there, prime for the attack. Time seems to slow down as the Nightmare closes in, its claws outstretched and jaw ready to devour, as the fox simply raises an arm...

Snap.

In the last moment, the beast completely freezes, unable to move, as the woman begins to simply turn back and walk away, clearly now very weak and winded, next pulling something out of seemingly thin air and setting it on the ground. Then, in a giant plume of fire, the flowers stuck in the beast explode one after another, and when the smoke clears it is encased in several layers of ice, slowly fading from existence as its life is spent. Your wounds combined with the stress of watching that fight cause you to pass out.

When you wake, you're being treated in a line with others who ended up falling in the fight. You're told that the woman who came to kill the monster was technically a local witch who's been around for years, though you wouldn't consider "in the middle of the woods near the city" local. The bag of medical supplies and potions was also provided by her.

You look over at the pillar of ice that did the beast in, and a medic chimes in, "Ah, you saw it, didn't you? Quite rare when she's gotta use Diamond Flare, that beast musta been a real piece of work!" Inquiring about the oddness of her magic, you're told that she accidentally screwed up the polarity of her own magic via an alchemical mishap, and since then has been able to take on void-class Nightmares, previously known to be able to shrug off any normal magic or weaponry for hours before anything gives.

You wonder to yourself if you should go try to find her home in the forest to thank her…

[cyanidas]

The stars of the night sky are the eyes of the End, and phantoms are the undead remnants of the guardians who once lived there. You don't remember other humans, but they do.

[cyanidas]

Midnight Manor; Episode 1, Part 4

Where should you go?

>The Science Tower.

You head for the door at the end of the foremost hallway to the east. An intricate, stylized brass plaque is fashioned to its face, reading; The Scientific Research Tower. You turn the handle, and head inside.

This Tower consists of various beeping, whirring, and humming machinery. You know just from looking at them, due to your years of expertise in the field of scientific research and innovation, that many of these machines are older models. They vary from biochemical splicers, to old encryption surveyor computers, and appear as though they've been in some form of stasis mode for who knows how long.

These machines line the walls of the large, rectangular area like trophies in a hunter's study. They have power running to them, but it doesn't seem as though they've run any higher process other than maintenance in a long time. You find yourself regarding the technology with apathetic admiration, knowing the ins and outs of every tool here, connecting them to memories both proud and ugly.

On the wall to your left is a ladder, enticing you to lift your gaze upward. Tools and devices give way to framed achievements, medals, maps, letters, blueprints, and the like. Xephos was always known for his involvement in the scientific community, himself; something you went to college with him to study.

Your vision may be a bit blurry now, but you can make out just near the ceiling, an object that seems crooked and out of place. Thankfully, it's near the ladder, so you decide climbing up to get a better look would be the best idea. You walk to the wall and hoist yourself onto the coated iron bars, easing yourself upward with each step.

As you climb, you think you may be hearing something in the cavity above you. Someone might have had the same idea as you to come here. You feel torn between further investigation of the noise, or the crooked item on the wall.

What should youuuuu, you you you, youyouyou you decide to try and get a look at the crooked object on the wall.

Reaching outward with your right arm, you try to gauge its distance to you without disturbing any of the nearby objects along the wall, and come to find that its about twice the length of your arm away from you. In the older days, you very easily could have swooped in using some device, be it a jetpack or some spliced wall-climbing ability...but these are not the old days.

You exhale with a huff. The noise above you stops. Your eyes widen, and you stare at an empty spot at the ceiling, but it feels as though you're staring right through, into the eyes of whoever is above you. A slight shuffle and a small shriek echoes back from the room, followed by a loud noise and a loud swear... it sounded familiar.

You ascend the ladder and unlatch the trapdoor to the room, and poke your head inside enough to see... Lalna... seething on his knees and clutching his hand. This room, unlike the white and steel of the room beneath it, is entirely wooden and decorated like some sort of study.

"...Jones?" you gently call to him, who inhales with a start and exhales with relief in response. "You okay, there?"

"Ack, yes, yes, I'm okay." he sighed, "You frightened me, that's all."

"What happened here?" you ask, gesturing your gaze downward to the floor, where he kneel among a pile of papers and a few reasonably sized cases.

"I...I was looking around the files up there, looking for devices like these." he pointed with his non-crumpled hand at one of the cases, "One of the cases managed to jab the back of my palm pretty harshly. I was only curious, you see..."

"Curious?" you ask, taking this time to lift yourself into the room.

"...Well, yeah. Xeph has thousands of unique tools and devices not seen since wartimes." he smiled in a way only those wholly passionate about a subject would smile, "To be able to see them again after so long... I've missed it."

His smile turned wistful... then quieted into a muffled horror and a deep, dark sorrow.

"That's...the only thing I've missed. One of them, at least." he draws his head to his right hand, which is already wrapped firmly in a bandage.

You nod.

"We've all lost a lot." you say in a low voice to reassure him in his loneliness, "And in some ways, gained back much...too much. All of it unwanted."

He only nods back, preferring only to observe the test motions of his hand.

"Let's get you off the floor." you extend your own hand to him, assisting him up before bending down again to gather the skewn papers along the floor. It seems as though three file cases had been toppled, each with different classified labels.

The red folder is littered with news clippings and polaroids, all paper-clipped in stacks.

The brown folder are all loose-leaf pages, unrelated to one another...but they do all seem connected, mentioning some sort of project.

Finally, the black folder contained folded pages of what must've been blueprints. You want to look, but decide now's not the time, and stuff them all into their proper place.

Lalna took the time to separate out the device carriers from the folder cases, opening and closing each one, before returning them to their rightful areas above the files.

"You go on ahead." he spoke up, "I'm gonna head down in a moment. I just need a few to collect my thoughts."

"I hear ya." you say, with a firm pat to his shoulder, "I'll be on my way, then."

You open the hatch again and begin your descent into the main hull of the tower. About halfway down, you feel something is amiss...

Looking upward, you notice something... the crooked item on the wall is... gone! You quickly whip your head around to survey the area, and you don't notice anything else out of the ordinary. Nothing jumps out at you, at least. Though confused, you continue down the rest of the way, and exit the tower.

The only person you see out here appears to be one of the taller men from the earlier greeting, resting on a couch in the common area clear across from you.

An hour has passed.

Where shall you go next?

[cyanidas]

Midnight Manor; Episode 1, Part 5

You walk forward into the foyer area. The man across the great room is observing you idly. You catch his gaze after already having made a few steps alongside the wall closest to you, as you walk toward the back of the room, where another Tower door awaits. This man notices where you're going, and looks down and away, folding his arms and shifting uncomfortably in his seat. You don't know his name, yet... perhaps you shall, soon.

For now, you merely continue to explore, and make your way to another grand entrance; this one labelled "The Arcane Research Tower". This door is split longways, into two thinner doors, which opens with the sound of an antique latch.

The room inside is abysmally dark, with incredibly dimmed candles lining the walls. Across the doorway is a small row of narrow bookcases, each shelved by thick texts contrasted by stacks of smaller ones. Similarly to the Science Tower, this room’s walls are littered with knickknacks of all sorts, likely related to different types of magic.

Intricately decorated tomes rest between pillars lining the interior, each bearing a different colored crest. You open the one closest to you out of curiosity - one with a deep royal indigo hue - and flip through its thick pages. This book seems to describe the history an old village you don't recognize, and some prophecy contained within.

You sidestep the round, solid wooden table in the center of the room, and make your way to the next pedestal. Less enthused, you leave the book in its place and flip through the first few pages. The crest on this one bore bright red, and its interior seems to contain pseudo-science and magical rituals regarding the reanimation and summoning of the dead. Its Table of Contents indicates it even has sections viewing the subject matter through the lens of certain types of occultism, from Blood Magic to Faellian Magic.

The other books do not interest you much. Magic is something you've abandoned long, long ago. However, you do notice something on the floor...

It's a photo.

You stash the photo in your pocket for safekeeping, and turn your gaze toward the large, round table next to you. The surface is carved with precision, carrying a unique alchemical design. Sitting on top is a small empty set of beakers and test tubes, and some kind of medallion you can't place to any one religion.

You want to head up the spiral staircase, which begin at your feet and twirl up and away until it hits the outer walls, ascending into an opening in the ceiling. You[    ,  ]///// a,,,,--.

Atop the stairs, you find the room above to be quite the jarring shift from the one below... this was an oddly small all-black room, lit only by a reddish lightbulb, wires lining its brick walls, and a single chair facing a writing desk.

On the desk sat a long black candle, a satchel full of some kind of powder and a few gemstones, and a tiny book wrapped with a long scrap of fabric and a feather - presumably its quill. The book is only the size of your palm, and is wrapped quite tightly.

Below you, you hear the entrance door creak open once again. Someone has entered the Tower, and they begin ascending the stairs quickly. You're not sure how quickly due to the carpeting, but your instinct tells you "quick enough."

Do you pocket the book?

[cyanidas]

Midnight Manor; Episode 1, Part 6

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You look at the desk. There is no book.

The figure has ascended the stairs. Before you now stands the young woman who earlier greeted you. Not expecting you, she jolts in shock.

"Goodness-!" she places her hand to her chest and catches her breath, "Er...hello there. Sorry, you just...frightened me is all. But, I *was* looking for you for some time. Um... What... have you been doing here in the dark the past few hours...?"

She keeps her distance from you, wearing an expression that voices her apprehension perfectly. You say nothing to her, flicking eyes blankly from her to the empty desk, and back again.

"...Well, I...guess it doesn't really matter, right?" she sighs, breathily laughing off the circumstance, "Would you care to follow me? Dinner is ready, and all other guests are in attendance."

You remember your voice. "...Thank you."

You follow the young lady back down the spiral staircase and toward the hall to the back of the mansion.

"My name is Boba, by the way." she mentions, "If you need anything, you'll let Xephos know, but I'll likely be the one to help you out."

"Boba...? No last name?"

"Um... that's something I only tell my close friends."

"Okay."

You continue in silence towards the back hall, where two large, elegant double doors stand. She effortlessly pushes them apart, unleashing a cacophony of fresh, warm scents and friendly chatter.

[EPISODE ONE, END]

[cyanidas]

I feel teeth clawing out from my eyes

My body wants to zipper itself down the sides

And unfurl into a rage of razor blades

Multitudes of arms must crawl out of my back

My hair glass shards, with eyeballs red as blood

I want my tongue to stab you like a bullet

My fingernails break off like splinters in your lungs

And my skin boils white hot against yours

Corrupting your soul with the deadly virus of my hatred

Your eyes deaden like a fish, your mouth adrip with faeces

Your neck wide open with the pleas and maggots of yesterday

[cyanidas]

ominous prompt:

A bus pulls up with the destination reading, “Anywhere but here”

What’s the toll fee? What’s it look like? Who’s on the bus? Who’s driving the bus? Where are you right now? Why are you getting on? What’s it like on there? How does this concept make you feel?

[cyanidas]

Peculiar City (Yogs AU), so far;

Peculiar City has the same vibe as Guardians of the Galaxy - there’s an immeasurable amount of unique alien species and cross-breeds, so pretty much everyone is a different alien.

It’s also inspired by Hotline Miami, so a lot of the loose story I have so far focuses on organised crime and underground drug rings.

The big thing about Peculiar City is that it dissects and directly opposes established dichotomies while keeping inherent character traits.

For instance, a selection of partners might stick together but in a subverted way, or they might only ever interact once in their lives. (Ex. Will Strife is still head of Strife Solutions, but doesn’t stick with Parvis)

There’s more weird stuff, but I’ll get into it below the cut. 

Here’s a map of the city, with the red dots being the vague placement of either buildings or groups of buildings;

Check below the cut for character descriptions, and please consider reblogging or commenting if you like my idea so far! ^^

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Kirin Dave is the mayor of Peculiar City. They have an incredibly intimidating aura in private, but in public, they are formal, firm, but kind. The city loves them and races are only held if someone organizes a party and action to oppose them. No one ever does. Their special ability is electrokinesis and [redacted] ~for now~

Xephos is the city’s largest shareholder, and owns large portions of the district’s small businesses. He inherited his parent’s resource company upon their deaths, and is mostly a playboy archetype (very similar to Iron Man). His special ability is unknown, and he’s amphibious.

William Strife is one of the biggest wholesale dealer in the market. He processes the raw chemicals and materials that Xephos’ business provides, and markets them off to any willing buyers. Underground, however, he is also the largest cache and runway for the local and interstellar drug markets. His special ability is regeneration, and he’s somewhat jelly-like.

Rythian is the police chief in command, and ex-detective. He’s very old and wrinkly, with mostly grey hair and several mysterious scars sprawling across his body. He’s been through a lot and has taken to looking after some citizens and trying to guide them to the right path.

That’s all I have for now! Everyone else is either in the works or not worked on yet. Thank you for reading! I hope you might like it.

[cyanidas]

a poem about self-reliance

The Devil greets me, biweekly, and offers up his hand

"Take it," They say, "as there's no other way to escape from our mortal land."

and I greet him, yes, just to please him; then, I tally up my choice

"Thank you," I say, "for this bloody play, but I'm afraid I must think twice."

The Devil greets me, biweekly, to offer up his hand

Loathing, am I, though I wish to die, I do not need his help to stand

[cyanidas]

coining another term

Cutoff Humor The very specific type of humor when a joke or instance in video/audio is partially omitted for extra humorous effect.

Examples of Cutoff Humor;

literally any Vine where the time limit caused someone’s phrasing to get cut off -- “Come to Del Taco we got a new thing called FRE SHA VACA DO... (wheezing)...FRE SHA VA-“ -- “Shawty I don’t........................................MIND-“

posts that go like this; user1: help im being chased by a madman user2: pics or it didnt happen user1: fuck y user3: oh my god they got her before she could finish telling you off user2: so nice of them to press the post button for her

posts that end with “in this essay,“ and other variations

[cyanidas]

Description:

Maxie has another flashback to a traumatic event of which he is the only remaining survivor.

[cyanidas]

Yogscraft (cyverse) Lore

Age One (MEGA abridged version)

Sup guys~

I know I’ve been confusing a lot of yall for a while now, with just what the Hell is happening in my lore and character history for everyone involved

So, I decided to write it all down, but then I realized my stories were one hell of a read - so now it’s all been condensed and reworded into an infinitely easier and quicker version.

If you think it might be a fun read, then go ahead below the Read More c:

DISCLAIMER: Some of the characterization for every part I’ll release may be out of character, and might make you uncomfortable if that’s the kinda thing that you can’t stand. Idk what I’m doing my guy, if it’s so bad then just ignore me lol I’m just some dude writing silly fanfics :p

The universe was created when the Ender Dragon revolted against the eldritch deities that live between universes  (aka "the wither", "the old ones", etc), and she became its guardian, defending it from said terrors, who want it dead.

Upon the universe's creation, several primordial deities were born, and among them, the most prominent one; The Titan. However, it hated itself so much, it ripped itself into pieces. Three pieces, to be exact, which became 3 gods; Albus, Kirin, and Zybeon

Upon -their- creation, they panicked and asked a billion existential questions until "the voice in the sky" (The Ender Dragon) calmed them down.

Through their panic, the galaxy was created - literally a physical representation of spiraling out of control. The three also made some planets; Earth (Albus'), Twilight (Zybeon's), and Craftia (Kirin's), among others.

Each god was born without knowing their purpose, really. Via dicking around on the planets they made, Albus and Zybeon could make (boring and volatile) life, but everything Kirin tried to make would die.

Albus and Zybeon pretty much stopped trying to help Kirin out after a few tries, and they went to their planets and made a shit ton of dinos and other fun things to play with.

Kirin just brooded on their planet making rock sculptures until their siblings were so loud and obnoxious while having fun with the dinos, that they threw Big Space Rocks at them to get them to cut it out.

Turns out that kills things, Kirin.

Understandably devastated at losing their babies, Albus cried until the smoke and death subsided, and found a Special Seashell(TM) in the dirt, which they picked up and found a baby sapling underneath.

Apparently this seashell was VERY important cause it helped them see their purpose - they were a God of Life!

This is an important event for deities; when they find their reason for living, they've found their "Eye". During this event, their moon lights up, and they gain the ability to "see" their purpose clearly enough to literally see through dimensions.

So Albus went nuts with it and started rapidly planning for something they couldn't tell their siblings - all they told them was they needed to "find time and space", which made no sense and only creeped them out.

They pondered it for a while until Zybeon asked Kirin to come to their planet, where they vented to Kirin about this damn light in the sky (incoming metaphor) and that "no matter how hard (they try), (they) can't seem to grasp it".

Kirin told their sibling that they had no idea what they were on about, but that they believed in them, and to maybe give it another go by trying something new.

After Kirin fucked off to keep doing that thing Albus told them to do, Zybeon reached their hand up and imagined the light already in their palm, and when they turned their hand back around it actually worked?? woah

The light turned into a cool little red flower and they got their Eye! They're a God of the Mind!

So Kirin's alone on the "fuck all if i know what im doing" thing for a while again, until their siblings call them to the heart of the Sun (which is basically like, The God Hub where all the Godly Deeds happen) And, lo and behold, Albus made humans! Or, well... A human prototype.

Albus gifted them form and adaptability, Zybeon gifted them intelligence and curiosity, and Kirin didn't have anything because they were "an imperfect god, and therefore would not provide (the humans) with a perfect gift"

After a little pep talk from the Ender Dragon, they finally conceded and gifted humans "emotion", “for it is all (they) have ever had”.

And after -that-, Ender-Mom told them all to find a cozy spot on their planet and pass out for a few generations for humans to develop before establishing their presence again. (this was to avoid over-parenting and/or over-controlling their humans and allow for some personality, society, and independence to grow first)

so they do that...

except, when they come back,

Albus' humans run in fear Zybeon's humans - now fae - rage war on them in fear and, Kirin's humans - now "villagers" - are all dying from war and famine (probably due to the fact Kirin couldn’t make a whole lot grow on Craftia in the first place)

Albus ran away to the skies to think about things, Zybeon was driven to the skies to get away from the stress, and Kirin cried so hard they made oceans wash over the death and carnage, thus sparking the discovery of their Eye as a God of the Heart and re-healing the remaining life - so now plants grow in abundance and their people can thrive!

and that's the end of Age One!