#god I love eclipse dearly

[beeshoesometimesdraws]

LAES SPOILERS AHEAD

So I just finished catching up on all the recent episodes and OH MY GOD DO I HAVE THOUGHTS (specifically about Eclipse and the newest laes episode because holy hell I’m reeling from it)

In the second half of the “HOW TO DEAL With The GRIEF of Losing SOLAR” episode on the laes after Monty leaves and Eclipse appears, I was very much expecting him to make his usual snarky remarks and mock Earth and Solar’s death in some way (though I was hoping he wouldn’t ofc)

Imagine my shock when he does none of those things and instead is much more mellow and even softer/nicer—by his standards at least—and just looks around briefly and asks questions and just stands and actually LISTENS to what Earth says with barley if any semblance of his usual snark. The fact that he actually lets her talk about her feelings and everything and rant without cutting in to be his usual snarky self is EVERYTHING TO ME.

AND WHATS EVEN MORE; the fact that he asked her “do you really need him (Solar)” and when she said “yes” he didn’t say anything and just sighed as if in defeat. I think we all knew before from the previous episodes that he was battling with wether to actually help aid in bringing Solar back or not after his encounters with Puppet and Frank, but it seems to me that with this scene with him and Earth AND how it was mentioned by Sun that he was wiping the floor in Sun’s and Moon’s house that he has maybe decided that he IS going to help, or at least is reasoning with himself as to if he should or not.

With all the questions he was asking Earth it makes me think the ladder is true.

I also love the fact that despite her still very much grieving and breaking down at the loss of Solar (as we all are), she still expressed sympathy towards Eclipse and him not having anybody to lean on nor him being able to understand that kind of bond or trust. Even with this is brought up Eclipse just…kind of agrees to some of it and then deflects as usual but one thing caught my attention when he said “it looks like you need it (sympathy) more than I do anyways” and though he doesn’t directly offer it, I think the fact that he just stays there for a bit to listen to her and maybe even take in her opinions and feelings towards Solar and Ruin into consideration for whatever he’s planning to do is his own way—however unintentional it may be—of offering his own small bit of support. Hell, he definitely got Earth to talk a bit more about what she was feeling in regards to the situation and Solar.

Hate him all you want, everyone is inclined to their own opinions ofc, but Eclipse was so different from how he usually is this episode and I think things have slowly been changing for him for awhile. Before it was almost certain that when this was all over that he’d be dead in an instant without a thought…but now? Now I don’t think that’s going to be his fate anymore, and this and other recent episodes have only proved that to me.

He actually listened to Moon about not killing Ruin, he is obviously at least considering in helping to bring back Solar if what he did at Sun’s and Moon’s house and the questions he asked Earth are any indication, and the way he was just willing to stand there and just listen to Earth with barely if any a hint of his usual attitude and hold a rather peaceful conversation with her and even be quite NICE about it by his standards.

I think wholeheartedly that Eclipse is improving steadily and slowly and I am very much manifesting not only a redemption arc but a friendship between him and Earth because so far she has been one of the most sympathetic and in some capacity caring of him and the borderline softness he showed today only brings my hopes up.

Okay rant over, I just really needed to put my thoughts out there because damn is my brain reeling with so many thoughts and feelings about this

[enjoliquej]

“When I look at Your heavens, the work of Your fingers,

The moon and stars that You set in place—

What are mere mortals, that You concern yourself with them;

Humans, that You watch over them with such care?” Psalms 8:3-4

(i got to see the lunar eclipse fully for maybe the first time and it was very cool I had a perfect view of it!)

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2024 Solar Eclipse

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[thexianzhoujade]

— personal memoires (of the dearly beloved)

the library is quiet, dimly lit by a few burning white candles that cast a golden glow on the nearby surfaces. it smells musty but the most distinguishable feature is the empty shelf in the far corner, missing a particularly unusual series of books that would otherwise stand out among the thick fiction in the library.

reading these memoires will fill you with mirth, joy and conflict. you will see the stories of those who no longer walk with us, in worlds other than your own. do you dare to locate these missing memoires?

“welcome to kai’s 200 mutual collaboration event! thank you so much for 200 followers! as a token of my gratitude, i’m working with my mutuals to provide a series of fanfictions that are prompted by lyrics - personal memoires of people's lives that you may live through. now, should we start searching?”

— rules.

i. mutuals only for this event! ii. fluff, angst, platonic and suggestive are allowed but do tag your memoires appropriately for the minor audiences. iii. you do not have to use these lyrics as dialogue - it can merely inspire the memoire. you are also free to interpret these lyrics as you wish, they’re not assigned to a genre! iv. you are free to do as many entries as you like, the more the merrier you don't have to do only one prompt each! v. this event closes on 01/05/24. when you post your memoire, please tag me and use the event tag:

⊹ ࣪ ˖ personal memoires ⟢

— prompts.

i. “but does he really know me when the lights are on?” | he loves me, he loves me not. ii. “i’d give the world to you, ‘cause i know the sun, the moon, the hurt falls with you.” | eclipse. iii. “everything i used to love, decayed over the years.” | unsweetened lemonade. iv. “you’re too sweet for me.” | too sweet. v. “you got me misunderstood, but at least i look this good.” | we can’t be friends. vi. “i’m here, i’m there, i’m everywhere. but you can’t catch me now.” | can’t catch me now. vii. “the role of a king is a lonely one to play.” | lonely king. viii. “it’s okay if you can’t catch your breath, you can take the oxygen straight out of my own chest.” | atlas: two. ix. “hold back the river, so i can stop for a minute and be by your side.” | hold back the river. x. “ain’t no prayer, ain’t no god, that could save us from our love.” | lovers in the dark. xi. “my love, are you the devil? i would worship you instead of him.” | the fruits. xii. “you are the best thing that's ever been mine.” | mine. xiii. “he did it all to spare me from the awful things in life that comes.” | murder song. xiv. “she’s talking to angels, counting the stars.” | waiting for superman. xv. “oh? did i almost see what’s really on the inside? all your insecurities, all the dirty laundry.” | unconditionally. xvi. “nervous, trip over my words. you’re so pretty it hurts.” | i’m yours. xvii. “i don’t want what you ain’t in, and i don’t wanna go unless i’m going there with you.” | my promised land. xviii. “there’ll be happiness after you but there was happiness because of you.” | happiness. xix. “i don’t wanna lie awake with only you here on my mind.” | on my mind. xx. “do we look like lovers or partners in crime?” | partners in crime.

— located memoires.

i. located by @yaminohimeyume : prompt xii — aventurine x fem!reader | sfw, fluff. ii. located by @mei-sm : prompt xix — blade x gn!reader | sfw, angst. iii. located by @elatedfool : prompt viii — aventurine x gn!reader | sfw, hurt/comfort. iv. located by @amalythea : prompt i — diluc + childe x gn!reader | sfw, angst. v. located by @amalythea : prompt xiv — venti, traveler + kazuha x gn!reader | sfw, angst. vi. located by @lovingluxury : prompt viii — dan heng x gn!reader | sfw, angst.

vii. located by @xianyoon : prompt viii — wriothesley x gn!reader | sfw, fluff.

— official playlist.

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[justastarholder]

Hello!

I can't remember if this has been asked in the past, but how did Solaris and Obscure discover that Eclipse was born with the gift of fire?

I couldn't resist drabbling about this.

TW: Fire, Nightmares

Small yellow fingers trembled. Blue eyes grew misty with frustration as the young fledgling god failed yet again to summon so much as an ember.

Sun was already ten and still he had not shown any signs of the gift that was his birthright. As he sank down onto the floor with a frustrated sob, the door to the office opened.

"Alright, my son- Sun?" Solaris' smooth voice washed over Sun. The young boy hid his face in his knees, rays curling as he wrapped his arms over his head.

The soft thud of boots against the carpet were drowned out by Sun's crying. Tenderly, Solaris scooped his young son up from the floor. Sun immediately wrapped his arms around Solaris.

"What's upset you, little light?" Solaris settled himself on the lounger, rubbing Sun's back soothingly.

"I still can't do it," Sun sniffled, "what if Star Mother has forsaken me? Just like the little forge goddess-

"Terra's daughter is not forsaken," Solaris said gently, "I'm sure Mother Star had a reason for the star's fall. It may not be clear now, but it will become clear.. in time." He hummed, hand making soothing circles over the small boy's back.

"As for the gift of fire... Do not push yourself so hard. I was the last among the current generation to develop my gift, too. There is no rush, my son."

The shaking steadily subsided. Sun peeked up at Solaris timidly.

"Really? You were the last?" His eyes were wide and blue as the sky.

"I was," Solaris nodded, smiling down at his son. "You may not be able to call a flame yet, but you are already making incredible strides. I'm very proud of you." The gentle father gave Sun's head a soft pat. Giggling, Sun pushed his hand away.

"You're bending my rays!"

"That's not bending them," Solaris chuckled, "but this is!"

Shrieks of laughter filled the room as Solaris prodded his poor son's rays, causing them to fold over. At Sun's age, they were much more pliable and folded rather easily.

"Father, no!" Sun wriggled, trying to free himself from the grasp of his amused father.

As Solaris chased Sun around the room, the world seemed so bright. The crackle of the fire place. The glisten of the golden threads woven into the carpet. The painting of Sun's precious family hanging above the mantle...

And then the doors to the office flew open. A frantic-looking maid panted, looking up at Solaris like she'd seen a ghost.

"Fire-" She gasped for air. "There's a fire in the east wing!"

Solaris went rigid. The east wing was the wing where the family slept. And his wife and child had already retired. Thoughts of the worst possible outcome danced through his head. He felt his stomach twist.

"Sun, stay here," Solaris turned to his young son. The fledgling god shook his head.

"But-

"No buts. You could get hurt," Solaris moved towards the door, motioning the maid further into the room. A wordless command to stay and look after the young boy.

And then Solaris was gone. He shot down the corridor in a blaze, praying that somehow his wife and youngest child would still be alright.

When he reached the east wing, he was astonished by the ferocity of the flames. The palace walls were made of stone, but the fire crawled along every scrap of wood and fabric it could find. In the raging inferno, Solaris was fine, but his family?

"OBSCURA! ECLIPSE?!" He'd never shouted so loud in all his life. Every charred piece of furniture he looked over made his heart sink further.

"Please," he muttered, shoving his way past crumbling support beams and closer to their bedroom. Eclipse was old enough to sleep on his own now but his frequent nightmares often caused him to sneak into his parents' bed. Not that Solaris would ever begrudge his son. He loved his children dearly.

Finally, Solaris felt a fierce wind whip over him. He snapped his head in its direction, relieved to see his wife managing to fight her way through the raging fire.

The two slammed into one another, holding each other tightly.

"You're alright," Solaris sighed, "Eclipse! Is he?"

"I can't find him," Obscura sobbed, "stars above, Sol, our son-

"Shh. Go back to my office and wait with Sun. The smoke isn't good for you." Solaris stood on his toes, giving her a gentle kiss. "I'll find him."

And just as quickly as they collided, they were parting. Obscura never had any reason to doubt Solaris. He was a good man and a good father. If a bit headstrong.

Returning his focus to the task at hand, Solaris rushed back out into the hall. He shot straight into Eclipse's bedroom, fearing he would find nothing more than ash and the fragment of a star.

But to his surprise, Eclipse was laying upon the floor, perfectly in tact. The tiny boy was naked as the day he was born, curled into a little ball and sobbing loudly. The fire raged around him and Solaris realized with startling clarity that Eclipse was the source of the brilliant orange flames.

The realization gave Solaris pause. He slowed, kneeling beside his son. All four of Eclipse's tiny arms were wrapped tight around his knees. He hiccupped, eyes shut tight.

Solaris was stunned.

Eclipse had somehow produced a flame. And not just a small one- a ferocious fire roared around them.

What did this mean? If Eclipse had inherited the gift of fire... had Sun truly been forsaken by Mother Star? Were the nasty rumors about Terra and his child true?

Was this Solaris' punishment for marrying the daughter of his father's greatest enemy? Had Obscura somehow stolen the gift of fire?

Every paranoid, vicious thing Solaris' father had ever said came back to haunt him.

Wordlessly, he scooped up the sobbing boy and cradled him. Eclipse's brilliant amber eyes opened and he calmed ever so slightly as he looked up at his father.

"Shhh," Solaris rocked him.

Eclipse was only six years old. He was barely old enough to sleep in his own room, let alone comprehend the gravity of his situation. Solaris knew that.

And yet...

"Let's get you back to your mother," he said quietly, patting Eclipse's back. The tiny boy nodded, hiding his face in Solaris' shoulder. The radiant god turned and walked back out of the east wing. Servants rushed past him, bringing buckets of water.

He said nothing until he returned to his office. Obscura and Sun were waiting inside, both looking anxious.

As Obscura scooped Eclipse from the arms of his father, she sobbed with relief.

"My little darling," she wrapped a blanket around him, "you're alright! What happened? How- How did he...?" When Obscura looked at Solaris for an answer, she felt her blood go cold.

"It was his fire," Solaris had a rather haunted look about him. "He called that fire."

Sun looked on in confusion as Solaris and Obscura stared each other down. The dark goddess drew in a sharp breath, looking down at her trembling son.

"Eclipse has inherited the gift of fire," she said quietly. Her eyes trailed to their elder son, sitting on the lounger. Sun looked up at her, worried.

"...Oh, Sun," she said quietly, "I'm so sorry."

[pillowspace]

I wish Sunna and Meno were real 🥺 I would hold their hands and kiss them oh so platonically on the cheeks

Ngl I think they have been added to my list of fav ocs/ships lol, right next to Nova from a fic on ao3 I like (and all ships with him) and Dadler, the pathetic wet rat of a man

For real though I love them oh so dearly and hold them oh so gently in my palms

Also god damn why do all my favs have tragic stories? Sunna and Meno become Eclipse, dadler gets beat up by Moon, and Nova got straight up scrapped and used as a springboard for Sun and Moon's coding (dw he came back relatively fine, he's just jam packed like a sardine in a headspace with 3 other ais and counting)

Aww. It's funny too, because I was like, "okay. No one will care about the sun god and the moon god, I'm not even naming them. They're just two halves of Eclipse, and Eclipse needs a backstory," and then EVERYONE got attached, including myself

It's so sweet hearing other people say such nice things about Sunna and Meno meanwhile I too am going absolutely rabid in my mind. Looking at every nice word said about them like "me TOOOOO!!!!!!"

There is a distant universe where I never listened to "the Rockrose and the Thistle" by The Amazing Devil, and I have no clue what story they would have developed had I not heard that and gone, "...okay. I have an idea."

[sororalice]

On The Blessedness Of Suffering

Homily for the New Moon in Aries 4-8-24.

Dearly Beloved,

Happy New Moon in Aries!

On this very special New Moon, occasioned by a solar eclipse and thus reinforcing and complicating the New Moon formula lunar energy with the IAO formula solar energy of the death and rebirth of the Sun, I am moved to talk about a subject which is not popular in most circles for obvious reasons: suffering, and the role of suffering in the spiritual life.

It is part of the fate of people to suffer. No matter how rich and powerful, no matter how poor and humble, we all experience suffering. Sometimes our suffering comes from without, from our bodies and our circumstances. This sort of suffering can often be alleviated…we treat the illness, we mend the injury, we minister to those in need, and so on. Sometimes, however, our suffering comes from within, and this sort of suffering is often much harder to alleviate.

In moments where we suffer, we tend to ask simple questions, the questions of a child: “Can’t this be otherwise? Is this necessary?” But let us assume that we have already answered these questions: no, it cannot be otherwise and yes, this suffering is necessary, by which I mean that it cannot, under any possible circumstances, be avoided.

Are we, as pagans who believe in a naturalized theology, to argue with this suffering? Are we to say through our tears: “How can this happen? Why am I suffering?” Do we, as pagans, demand an account of suffering in the same manner as our siblings among the other religions? I say “yes”. Yes, we need an account of suffering, a justification for suffering, a way to give our suffering meaning.

As theists, many of us believe that the events which occur in the physical world are ordained to some degree by divine providence. We believe that the Divine, in some form or another, manifests the phenomena that we experience through our lives in a way that is intended to guide us and move us forward towards growth, health, and prospering. In short, many of us believe that the Divine is benevolent. “The gods are good”.

Yes, that includes the dark, cthonic deities and spirits that can sometimes be scary and wild. Even the qlipoth serve a divine purpose, and the vast majority of the entities labeled as demons now had divine origins and were simply demonized by those who could not accept that the dark is just as much a part of nature as the light. Your average demon, just as much as your average angel, seeks and serves the good as best they can, and like angels and deities, most demons are “load-bearing”…they do metaphysical work holding reality together. In this sense, even the demons are good. All things are the Divine and all things serve the Divine…including suffering.

How do I know this? I cite three authorities: the lore and teachings that have been handed down for millennia, the accounts of mystics of almost all extant traditions, and the lived results of actually pursuing the spiritual life attested by practitioners throughout the ages.

Our most ancient lore has the deities and spirits teaching us medicine, herbalism, music, mathematics, astrology, astronomy, writing, agriculture, and metallurgy, as well as magick and religion. Every mystery, both light and dark, every part of our world, both sweet and spicy, all are the direct work of the Divine and administered in the Divine’s distributed form as the deities we come to know and with whom we work. Every bit of it (except for the “true demons” which we humans have created, such as “Capitalism”, “Colonialism”, and “Bigotry”) is holy. Sweet fruit for our bellies and mouths, sweet love for our bodies and hearts, and a world full of mysteries for our minds to explore…the lore of all traditions teaches that these are the blessings that the Divine is giving us.

In addition to the evidence of our shared traditions and lore, we have the innumerable mystical experiences recorded by practitioners all over the world and throughout history to attest to the basic goodness of the deities and spirits we have encountered. Again and again, people have experiences where they touch the Divine and the Divine touches them. And in these moments we see and feel the love of the Divine. We experience Their basic goodness as They urge us towards growth, towards goodness, and to the Great Work of unification with the Divine, of blessed theosis. They weep with us, They laugh with us, They cradle us in Their arms for the span of our lives, and finally They take us home at the end of the game so we can prepare for our next trip to the playground.

Finally, we have the attested and consistently reported results of people living the spiritual life: when someone pursues the Great Work (however you may know it), deliberately engages in consistent and sustained relationship with the Divine, and then pursues a life based upon that relationship, the result upon their psyche and life is beneficial and restorative. The Divine urges us on to the “Great Work”, “the Path”, the movement towards growth, development, and ongoing becoming more and more who we are. And as we pursue this Work, as we walk down the Path and grow, develop, and become, we become better people. We become happier, even when suffering. We become more loving, more wise, and more good, even in the very depths of despair.

Now, how does this connect to the problem of suffering? How does the evidence of our lore, our mystical experiences, and the beneficial changes within us as we do the Great Work answer the questions that burn within us as we suffer? To answer that question we have to move out of the very big concepts and entities that we have been talking about and get very small and very personal.

What does it do to us when we suffer? It inspires us to change and grow, to move beyond the suffering and into a new way of being. Sometimes this is true, and we relish in these moments. But often this is an easy way out, an easy excuse, the excuse of the abuser, that our suffering is really for our own good. In addition to this, there are times that, due to the horrors created by humans acting unethically, this process has been hijacked and suffering has been turned into torture. And there are times that it seems that our suffering from illness and age serves no purpose we can see. It is very hard to see how such cases as these can be turned to good, how our suffering can act as a crucible or serve some greater purpose in our spiritual development. I am the first to lament these moments, these places where the system seems to break down.

But there is hope.

In the tale of Pandora, all the evils that plague humanity escaped from the jar which Pandora opened out of curiosity, but one thing remained within: hope. One thing was passed down from her, Pandora, the Receiver and Giver of All Gifts, mother of humanity, and catspaw in Zeus’s revenge on Prometheus for His acts of creation and the theft of fire: hope. This one thing became the common inheritance of every human as they were born into this world where the sufferings, the passions, as the ancients would have called them, have been set free: hope. All the suffering that anyone can ever encounter lives in a constant relationship, a constant dialectic, with one other force, our common birthright as minds and souls and hearts, our common gift from the Divine and the partner of suffering: hope.

And it is hope that lets us change. It’s hope that lets us grow. It’s the dance between suffering and hope that makes the Great Work possible, that lets us blossom into something more than we were before. The existence of time makes change possible, but it is the existence of hope that gives change a direction, that tells it which way to go. Suffering is a doorway to spiritual growth, but hope is what lets us keep walking through that doorway.

So go forward into this New Moon, beloved. Let hope lead you into your new possibilities as the Spring progresses, even as suffering teaches you its lessons. Let these divine twins, Hope and Suffering, teach you Their lessons.

In love,

Soror Alice

Art: John William Waterhouse, “Pandora”, (1896)

[trippygalaxy]

Hello hello! I just read your MoonGod!FD×SunDeity! I couldn't help myself so sorry for sliding and nerding in;;

The funfact I love the most is thag moon shines thanks to the light it gets from the sun. It makes me think of the quote how the light it gets reflects the love of the Sun

Unlike the Moon, the Sun gave more importance to their duty. When they met the Moon who've shown his admiration for them, the Sun's feeling never changed but it gave more consideration.

Despite his hair, his moonlight, that shone has been cut away, the Sun now did their duty with the Moon in their mind so may the human he admired may still find hope and their way in the darkest of night.

Speaking of humanity, the moon covers a little nowadays but the (ancient) moon acted as a second shield to the Earth's atmosphere. One of the reason of craters, which are created by the impact of asteroids and meteor.

FD was chosen to fight humans but what if it's also to protect other humans? But he is not who he originally supposed to be. What they've done to him was worse than torture... And with no one to guard the moon, it lost its former form and now can barely protect the Earth.

I love the story about the solar eclipse. Sun's grieving is so intense... If the Sun makes you go blind, then the Moon cries for them too.

Moon and ocean are often depicted as lovers because how the ocean is affected by the moon... but imagine if those were the silent cries of the Fierce Diety.

He can barely remember but the sentiments remains. The moon, part of him, his home, now unreachable. His once blue eyes thrown away to the ocean turned into the cries of ceaseless wave and his voice became the roaring wind because the sky clouded his beloved Sun.

Cyclones are an attempt of the Fierce Deity going back to his beloved.

But when there sun shines on the sea, it's calm like singing a song and reflects its lights sparkling on the water's surface like once did and forever will in the Deity's eyes.

Even if he can't see his beloved Sun again, he can still feel their warmth endlessly embracing him.

Okay, this turned rather fluffy... I don't mind if you put dosage sprinkles of angst in it.

I LITERALLY LOVE YOU SO MUCH THANK YOU SO MUCH I LOVE THIS AND YOU AND I NOW OWE MY LIFE TO YOU AND YOUR BEAUTIFUL BRAIN!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! DO NOT BE SORRY!!! I WELCOME YOU WITH OPEN ARMS INTO MY INBOX ANYTIME!!!!!!!!

Now, if you wish for me to grab this gift and sprinkle drown it in angst? I might be able to do that for you :3

The deity, once so joyful and calm, now is nothing more than a vengeful husk of the god he once was. He was once a protector, the shield against the emptiness of the void, the one who guided those with his light when they were shrouded in darkness, their man-made flickers into nothing but ambers. But now? Now, he painted the land he longed to walk upon red with the blood of the mortals he once protected. Now, he brings death and war with every swing of his intertwined blade.

He walked in the dull moon light, his skin prickling with bitter anger as he bathed his blood soaked form in the light.

No god had felt this much blood under their nails. No god had ever dared to harm and torture the mortals like he had. No god had ever...Avoided the sun's gaze as much as he had.

Others thought he found comfort in the night. Others found it ironic he only attacked under the gaze of his now battered and broken celestial body that hangs in the skin. Other simply thought it was a strategic war plan. But not one thought of how the deity shivered at the thought of acts he'd dared to commit under his lover's rays of light.

No matter how far his mind goes, no matter the lack of memories or emotions he looses over the years, he refuses to plan attacks under the sun's watchful eye. For he wouldn't dare slaughter the mortals the sun loved so dearly. He wouldn't dare become a monster to his Sun like he had to his mortals.

@link-or-sherlock HERES THAT ASK I WAS SCREAMING ABOUT!! /POS

[justaduckarts]

For Star Holder, I have a question.

I am rather interested in the parents in Star Holder. May I ask for some acts about them (You can exclude Obscura if you want, I understand she already has some fact about her on this blog.)

(dw obscura, i still love you)

Hello!

Let's list the parents! <3

Solaris and Obscura (Sun and Eclipse's dad and mom)

Solaris facts can be found here! I did these a while back.

And here are Obscura's, for those who missed that post!

Terra and Ursa (Pluto's dad and mom)

-Terra, baby Pluto (10), and his wife Ursa <3

Terra is the previous forge god and a rather notable greater god.

-Though, he's quite antisocial and prefers to show his care through the things he makes.

-He specialized in jewelry, rather than weapons. Pluto chose weaponry as her focus because she wanted to know all her friends were safe. Whereas Terra believed his friends capable of handling all situations without use of deadly force.

-Ursa was a minor goddess of the springtime.

-She was very focused on the growth of plants and flowers.

-Ursa fell for Terra almost immediately. She loved his big himbo energy. <3

-Ursa did push Pluto to socialize, but only because she knew how bad Terra struggled with his own social anxieties.

-Terra and Ursa made the decision to create Pluto, rather than have her the way humans do. They did this by planting a seed under the star's light and coming back everyday to bless the seed for YEARS.

-Thanks to their dedication, Pluto was born very strong. They say she split the earth all by herself when she emerged!

-Even though Terra was a mountain of a man, he was quite gentle! His familiar was a little squirrel that he tried to rescue but ultimately didn't make it.

-Ursa took an owl as her familiar! A wise and noble creature that had a grudge against Terra's squirrel to the bitter end.

Luna (Moon's mom)

-Luna and Moon (age 13)

-The previous moon goddess!

-Was really well known for her passion for academics and magic.

-Also had a cat for her familiar named Twilight!

-Luna was the kind of woman everyone wants to be (or be with). She was confident, social, and overall very sweet. There were very few people who could say anything bad about her.

-She was also pretty darn sassy

-And while she was known for her kindness, she held a quiet distaste for Solaris her whole life.

-Much like Terra, Luna chose to have Moon the way greater gods traditionally do! She grew him in a fish tank that she kept where it could receive the moon's light each night. <3

-When Moon came out and said he wanted to transition, Luna was fiercely supportive and protective of her son.

-Luna always believed Pluto and Eclipse would end up getting married and was quite shocked when she learned that wasn't the case

-Luna was good friends with Elusia! They often met to talk and enjoy tea together. She encouraged him to start writing after he lost his wife as a way to express his grief.

-She's a lesbian. Just. So very soft for women. (Looking at you, Obscura)

-After Obscura married Solaris, Luna resolved to focus on her studies instead of romance. Thus, she never married.

-Luna loved to collect cursed and rare magic items. She was very interested in lifting curses as a hobby.

-The one item she never could purify was this creepy old book about a rabbit king. :)

Shafaer vi Welunna Thurkear and Elaine (Lunar's dad and mom)

-(Left to right) Erid (13), Lunar (10), Welunna, Nana (8), Elaine, and Clyde (11)

-"Shafaer vi Welunna Thurkear" translates to 'on a moonless night'. His name literally means New Moon. Though, most just called him Welunna, as he lived in an area where draconic was common.

-A god of lies and deals, a trickster! Much like his son.

-Elaine was a human woman whom Welunna loved dearly. She moved to the village Lunar grew up in in order to learn medicine from the dragons <3

-Elaine and Welunna had three children the way humans do. (Lunar's siblings)

-Welunna created Lunar the way other gods are created <3 Elaine wasn't able to help with magic, but she would bring new herbs to the spot Lunar was planted every day and prey for him to grow up strong

-When Lunar was born with four arms, Welunna was so proud, he wept

-Welunna loved to tell stories to the local children and often put on little plays using his gift of illusion. Elaine helped do the voices!

-When Elaine passed on, Welunna focused more of his time on working to ensure all of his children and grandchildren would have a stable future.

-Elaine lived a very long, happy life.

-When Lunar introduced Welunna to Aya, Welunna first words were "I knew you'd choose someone gentle".

-Welunna loved his family. But he refused to tell them anything about his own parents until he was on his deathbed.

-When Welunna passed, his final words to his children were "Don't hold onto hate". This was because he didn't want any of them to end up like his mother had.

-Welunna and Elaine were very well-loved members of their community. When Welunna died, the dragons gathered to give him a farewell ceremony.

[jar-of-maise]

what's up my dears or dearly detested, it's hc time

we're going to focus on love languages with my fav sibling trio today bc i said so

LYNEY:

words of affirmation, physical touch

he has to be a words of affirmation guy fs

but tbh i feel like he'd also try to shy away from it? esp if he's serious (is that possible? well we'll never know) since he has lied...before...and we all know how well detail omission went

so probably acts of service, making you smile, uhhhhhh yeahhhh

probably fond of pet names

will be touchy

i can see him doing pda, not excessively but hes not against it

probably likes hugs? but like the more i think about it the more im not sure about him with physical touch (see Lynette's for more detail) but i think he'd be a cuddle bug

why's this the shortest

oh lyney my poor sweet dear

he gets tired of life, so you're a welcome escape

would lie on your lap

will hold hands with you

would dream of a happy future with you

dude roasts his little brother about still liking fairy tales and pulls this bs smh

honestly as insecure as freminet - just shows it differently

i think all three siblings are traumatised (who could've guessed?)

i feel like he'd pull some very obnoxious french jokes

he likes making you laugh, smile, happy

he's not sunshine he's a solar eclipse

and you my dear, are the stars that surround his entirety

like a planet orbiting him ceaselessly

i dont actually know what that means but apparently it's an actual thing

oh the inherent romanticism of celestial imagery

yeah that's also my tag what about it

i think, though, that lyney can use his charms to very aptly flirt with you

why?

exhibit A: the rainbow rose (real simps know what i'm talking about)

gets lynette to vibe check you, and then her cats, and then freminet (pers honorary judge)

performs exclusive magic shows for you

uh you can let immagination decide what kind of exclusive and magic you want in those

LYNETTE

acts of service, quality time

acts of service girlie fs

she's creepily observant in a good way but like, she also probably accidentally nearly oversteps some boundaries

"Hello Lynette!"

"Hi here's some things for you"

and she hands you a crap ton of stuff that you probably didn't even know you wanted yet

girl just wants the best for you

oh yeah if you're a physical touch person, you might not be overly pleased bc i headcanon her as physically repulsed by romantic gestures and gooey affection (fanfic writers, that's fuel for how she'd react to lyney being in a relationship)

and the reason i hc this is bc of her past, like you can't convince me lynette wasn't traumatised by that noble person

but while she isn't expressive with touch or words, she is a very good listener!

gl if you're allergic to cats too bc she'd def introduce you to them

(if you pass their vibe check you're all good, if not...uh...)

family is very important too so if you pass their vibe check well put that on a resume bc you are impressive

yes she's a gift giver

but i also think that she'd give you some...strange gifts

like you know those cats that bring like dead fish and mice back to their owners? yeah she'd probably do the same honestly...

hopefully not with mice corpses and whatnot

dont worry, she can magic them out of existence if you wish

just like she can to anyone who wrongs you-

shes the best though honestly, very supportive

bonus points if you join in and riff off her robot lingo though that'd honestly be green flag, marriage behaviour (maybe not that last bit but yk)

you probably encourage lyney to deep dive into his antics, much to lynette's fustration

she now babysits not one, two but three toddlers full time

but you probably also bring freminet out of his shell

she loves you for that so you're forgiven

the type to relentlessly tickle you

doesnt take anything serious but takes pillow fights seriously when it counts

she loves dessert and tea a bit more than you

sorry

but she's happy to share <3

FREMINET

quality time, gift giving

oh my god words cannot describe how excited i am for this particular hc

so yeah, he has a voiceline about making penguins for kids

PEOPLE HED MAKE YOU LITTLE PENGUINS

totally gonna make your penguin twin with Pers tho

god thats so cute whys the standard so high

also he's another not-expressive-with-words person so uh, yeah expect muchas time spent together (or not...bc he's always deep sea diving) either way! it's always quality

he is (very obviously) insecure so give him plently of love and affection (or ELSE-)

im still crying over matching penguins, is that juts me

he'd fix your broken machines for you as a love language

bonus points if you like, can, or want to learn how diving tho it's probably a double edged sword right, bc like, on one hand yall can hang out underwater and who needs aquarium dates when you can BE in the sea

but on the other hand, you now have access to his vulnerable and safe space

yeah you better treat him right or else

he'd probably get carried away with his mechanical stuff and make you a crap ton of toys

maybe not the cuddly kind either so js be prepared for that

god hes such a bean tho

an anxiety bean

btw, he very much believes in fairy tales and what not, so do us all a favour and believe in the magic with him

OR ELSE

ik i say that a lot

i feel like-

i dont actually know i forgot, someone messaged me and i lost my train of thought

ANYWAYS

just freminet being the softest, cutest boy

[apollolovescheesecak]

on self love

my thoughts and opinions on self love and bodies. i tries to write in the style of Khalil Gibran, especially in his philosophical work of “The Prophet”. hope i help someone with this ❤️

would that you could cast a loving gaze upon your shell that houses your infinite soul in a minute body, i would bestow such a gift to you. but, since we are so critical of ourselves where we forgive others, let me try and bestow this feeling on you.

when i look upon my face, i see not the evil of the spots where the oil of the fruits of my labor have seeped beneath my skin, nor the evil of the darkness that covers the sockets of my eyes where they lie, like an eclipse to the sun, but rather, the good of those things. i see the beauty of my wonderfully round face where others might see a flaw. i look onto myself with pride, not so that i may take away my love for others to give to myself, but so that i may take my self love and give unto others. for what is it to love others, but not have that same compassion for yourself? it is to sing a love song without lyrics, the chorus no more soothing to man’s ears than nails on a chalkboard. it is to sow seeds of empty affection with no water or sunlight, and expect them to feed you. you cannot feed others with your bread if you cannot bake the loaf yourself. 

when i look upon the mass of flesh and blood that the universe has weaved for me, i am proud to be inside it. i look at the ripples on where my body is warped like a tree growing with joy, for you cannot have an sea without ripples covering it, ever constantly in a cycle of sending itself into the sky, to be kept in clouds, to finally rain back into itself. so too does your soul go to your body, keeping itself on the earth as you hold yourself in clouds, then when you lay down in the sea, your body becomes dust to fuel the creation of another body. 

when i look upon my belly, full and ripe, i sing a love song to myself in my heart. for what is to have a body but to nurture it, hoping it may grow? it is to wonder why you are lesser than for doing what your body was meant to do, to be forever ashamed of what should be rejoiced. when you eat, you take a communion to the god of your body, the son of your heart, and the holy spirit inside you. it is to drink from the cup of life verily, and happily, just as the bride and groom of a wedding drink to celebrate a bond of love. food is one in the same, it is love.

it is to bake bread with your neighbor in hopes it may feed him. it is to touch shoulders with your lover as you cook a meal that will fill your bellies as full as your souls. it is to rejoice in the tradition of those since long passed, and to stand with the dearly beloved dead, and stand in their shadow. when you eat, say to yourself, “i am taking an oath of love to my friends whom i have eaten with and spent countless hours with, the people who fed me beneath their roofs, the loves in life i have made along the way, weaved together by the binding cloth of a shared need to nourish our bodies and minds.” and when you drink, say to yourself, “i am taking an oath of joy to those i have loved and lost, whom i drank with and the hours passed by like water droplets in a river. i am drinking so that the fluid my touch every vein in my bloodstream, just as their affections did.”

for me, i was not always granted this luxury of pleasure that i now call self love. it is only in loving life that you may find such a thing. many people make the mistake of assuming all souls are meant for the bodies they are assigned to. the hand of the universe is random, and human beings are too complex for all feeling to be housed inside said bodies. if you must change the shell that inhabits you, do it not so that you may love yourself, do it because you love yourself. for even the sweet wine that touches your lips must have the grapes crushed and processed first. the wine cannot say onto the grapes, “i am better and more sweet than you, for i am crushed and distilled and complex,” when the grapes are also good. your original bodies are good, just as your bodies to sculpt from marble are good, though the grapes alone cannot serve the same purpose wine does. but if the grapes are sour beforehand, you crush a bitter wine that stains the tongue. when you form yourself into your delighted being, you craft yourself from dirt, like God did with Adam and Eve. the dirt cannot hold you alone, but with crafting, it can turn into something bigger, something more suited for our souls. to mold your finite body to house your infinite spirit better is an act of worship of yourself, but it cannot be taken by a corrupt preacher. love yourself, then the winds of the heavens may bless your journey on your winding road of self completion.

in truth, your body longs to love itself, like the river longs to join the sea again, but seems impossible with its winding curves and and long stretches. but the water droplet will indeed find the sea, just as you will find self love. let yourself love life, and in loving life lives the key to loving yourself. 

tagging @gaykneecaps, since we had a discussion on this not too long ago. thank you for discussing it with me so that i could put my thoughts to paper. i would very much like to know what you think of it, love ya ❤️

edit: also tagging @ineffabildaddy !!

[gessshoku]

Context, a lot of friends are going ape shit over my cursed gods AU for sun and moon. I’ll be turning it into a fic so have one out of the many shorts I wrote to satisfy the hunger of these gremlins:

Granny: “I didn’t know Gods could be cowards too.”

Eclipse jolts from his meditation session but was really going down a rabbit hole of what he did wrong and beating himself up “….What.”

Granny settling into their chair they always seem to have: “You’d think a powerful being like yourself wouldn’t be afraid of apologizing.” She begins to start knitting

Eclipse: “What do you know.”

Granny: “More than you in these kind of situations.”

Eclipse let’s out a lowly growl

Granny: “Intimidation and hiding away won’t get you anywhere. You know well that what you did was wrong. Very wrong. Especially to them.” She messes up a line of her knitting and begins to unwind it to start over “They didn’t deserve that..”

Eclipse: “I know…” he sighs and breaks his meditation stance to cover their face in frustration and guilt

Granny: “There are two things that can happen. One, you continue hiding and feeling bad about yourself and Y/N will never see you again. Or two, you could stop being a coward, get off your guilt train, and apologize.”

Eclipse sharply looks to granny in a swift motion: “They don’t want to see me! They’ll cower in fear by my mere presence and hide behind the other two!”

Granny sharply looks back with the same intensity: “Those “other two” have names. Use them.”

Eclipse sighs: “… Sun and Moon….”

Granny successfully fixes her mistakes in her scarf and continues: “No amount of gifts we gave you made you as happy as Y/N did just being there. Are you willing to give that up over a mistake? Are you willing to be stopped when in the face of your brothers, whom you love so dearly?”

Eclipse clenches his hands tightly: “Like they would ever let me apologize, let alone near them.”

Granny shrugs: “Then I guess you’ll have to apologize to them too.”

Eclipse shakes a bit but managed to suppress it. He takes a big deep breath and lets it out: “…. okay……”

Granny: “I suggest you let go of that look you have.”

Eclipse: “What look?”

Granny motions to him with her stick before going back to knitting: “Your extra arms, your glare, your extra rays. You always had them out to display your power and dominance. You have no need to display it all, not with them.”

Eclipse stares and thinks for a moment before his rays stop floating and connect back to him, his two sets of extra arms disappear and he relaxes his gaze to be more soft, closing them finally.

[sholangagaga]

How would GlamFoxy react to seeing Sun and Moon in their state of decay? He cares so much about them, would he have let them sink so far? and how would he react to Eclipse?

Is this considered spoilers? I can't tell since Ruin is already out and I'm super bad about gauging these things SO I'll answer this under the cut just in case some people dont want to see spoilers or anything close to it!

ANSWER UNDER THE CUT (May contain Spoilers for SB:RUIN)

God...seeing Sun and Moon in their decrepit state in the run-down Daycare definitely. . .hurt. I really liked Sun/Moon because of how unique they were (and Kellen's voice acting is always a treat) so it was rough seeing them so torn and messed up

Even though you were trying to help them at Sun's request, it felt like you were just hurting them more that entire sequence. Turning them into Eclipse was super satisfying, and I was super excited to see them/him (and I was streaming to some friends, and they were super excited as well!)

But anyways, to answer the question;

Foxy would of course, hate to see them in such a state. In my AU, Sun and Moon are separate beings, but his reactions and love to them is fairly equal and fair. If you guys recall, Foxy's cutlass is called Eclipse, so I think its SUPER neat that the canon fusion of Sun/Moon got that name (although it was a no-brainer from a writing standpoint)

I feel in my au, something will happen that will cause Sun and Moon to fuse in some regard and without Foxy there to soothe them as he usually does, it'll be up to the girls to repair them and create Eclipse, who in this case would be named after the item that Foxy loved so dearly

[the-ultimate-pie-family]

The pie family backstory

*when bloods aunt twilight sparkle met eclipse she felt happy then everything changed*

Blood: *yawns teleporting downstairs pouring some blood coffee*

Twilight: hello nephew

Blood: *uses his right vampire wing to flip her off* wat u want aunty

Twilight: still call me aunty huh heheh i still remember when ur mom tried to hide u and ur brother from the others but i knew wat was going on

Blood: of course u did aunty u know everything

Twilight: at as much then u blood because u r the almighty dead god now i still remember ur first magic burst from ur fathers side about destroyed ponyville that day but wat doesn't make sense is this how do u still have draconequus magic is disocrd still alive

Blood: he's in hell aunty he's not getting out any time soon

Twilight: i hope ur right blood all we need is ur father coming back and taking u away again.....

Blood: *pours more of his blood coffee* i know aunty but my father isn't escaping for years

Twilight: ok but where's ur mom i need to talk to her

Blood: basement

Twilight: ah yes the basement *teleports down in the basement* pinkie?

Pinkamena: hi Twilight wats up *pulls out some cupcakec* cupcake?

Twilight: sure wait who did u bake into these?

Pinkamena: uh there normal ones im not that evil twilight hehehe

Twilight: hmmm *takes a cupcake eating it* huh red velvet?

Pinkamena: mhm i love red velvet cupcakec so rich mmmmm

Twilight: ur right it is rich taste but i need blood to come to my castle and help me and eclipse with something

Pinkamena: I'll talk to him is that all?

Twilight: no can i have another cupcake their so good pink

Pinkamena: there always good twilight *gives her another red velvet cupcakec* here

Twilight: *eats it* mmmmmm soo good take care pink *teleports back home* eclipse?

Eclipse: is he coming?

Twilight: don't worry he'll be here

Blood: *teleports behind eclipse*

Eclipse: ugh he better make before our date love

Twilight: don't worry *giggles* he's more likely already here *tries not to laugh*

Eclipse: he better be *turns jumping at the site of blood* u asshole

Blood: shut up now wat do u two need?

Eclipse: we need more power blood just in case something happens to u

Blood: *rolls his eyes* that's not gonna happen tho so no worries don't worry about it

Eclipse: blood we want to be safe plz?

Blood: no

Twilight: but blood plz we don't know how long god is gonna stay with u

Blood: ask her then u fuckin shithead

Eclipse: hey take that back u unholy dick

Blood: *gets in eclipse face* make me bitch boy just because ur dating my aunt doesn't mean u can but in withbmy family now back off and know ur place *his eyes go pure light*

Eclipse: *looks down*

Blood: now aunty do i need to remind u who who gave u ur immediately again?

Twilight: .........

Eclipse: *tackles blood beating on him* why won't u help us!!!!!!!!

Blood: *headbutts eclipse breaking his nose pushing him off* because ur weak u can't handle this magic u want so badly

Twilight: then teach us how to control it

Blood: *sighs* fine first lesson begin now *throws eclipse at twilight* fight me and feel the power u so dearly want

Twilight: *gets up cracking her neck* fine my move nephew *teleports at blood attacking him*

Eclipse: wat the? *feels the ground shaking looking at blood and twilight fight* wat is this power? *tries to stay focused on blood and twilight*

Blood: *grabs twilight diving down super fast*

Eclipse: wat is he doing?

Blood: *crashes to ground hard almost killing them both*

Eclipse: oh shit

*a dust cloud surround the whole area*

Eclipse: oh fuck...... *runs to twilight and blood* twilight!!!!????

Blood: ur turn *grabs eclipse by his throat with his magic* let's see how long u can last without dieing shall we? *tighten his magic grip on eclipse throat*

Eclipse: b-blood pl-lz h-ha-ave me-ercy........

Twilight: ahhhh *stabs blood with her horn*

Blood: ahhh *drops eclipse breaking off twilight horn stabbing her back multiple times* I'll give u both credit ur lasting pretty*

Eclipse: *slowly gets up stabbing blood with his horn*

Blood: ahhh.... u wanted stabbed too huh?! *breaks off eclipse horn stabbing him back multiple times getting* now both of u tap into ur hidden power do it now *lift them both up slowly crashing their skulls* use ur pain against urselfs do it now

Twilight: ahhhhh *feels her heart beat fading* b-babe........ ahhhh

Eclipse: ahhhh *reaches for twilight as her head exploded* twilight!!!!!!!!!

Blood: awe..... she couldn't tap into her hidden magic but can u? *squeezes his head more seeing blood gushing out* come on tap before u die

Eclipse: ahhhh!!!!!!!!!!! Twilight!!!!!!!!!!

*a flash came and blinded blood blowing him back*

Blood: prefect

Twilight eclipse: *they fused together but something went wrong* ugh wat happened where we babe u ok? yeah ugh my head is killing

Blood: oh no.....there memory it's gone..... shit *tackles them teleporting them to a different realm* may u two be safe till i regain ur lost memories......

Tag for @asktwilighteclipse

[soulnottainted]

⭐️ 👀

⭐️ 👀

send me a “⭐️” and i’ll use a random thing picker to choose one of my f/os, and i’ll reply to the ask with a small infodump about my ship with them!

@frozenhi-chews

Steven Grant

Throughout my adventures through the multiverse, I've had missions with Sam Wilson and Bucky Barnes in the 616 universe. Typically I am pulled to whatever universe needs me, so Sam and I had a mission in London England. I met Steven when he worked at the British Museum, and had only known him for a short time before the events of the series. I ended up getting wrapped up into the whole thing with Harrow and Ammit, and before I knew it, I was friends and fighting alongside Mr Knight and Moon Knight respectively. For a while, Steven was the alter I could open up with and confide in the most because of his personality similar to mine and he was just so hard not to like.

After making a deal with both the sun god Ra and Khonshu, I became the Avatar for one at a time. Therefore my superhero name became Eclipse. Steven let me crash at the Moon systems' apartment anytime I wanted, and I became a sister to the entire system, becoming close with all three of them. Steven was the first out of the three I've met, and I love him dearly.

[not-sure-what-im-feeling]

#blessed ocs

Hi. Welcome to everything you need to know about my batch of ocs I lovingly refer to as the #blessed group. For good reason, as you will soon find. These are ocs I care about dearly so yeah here we go

Apologies if some things don’t make sense; I’m tired and a lot of this was copy pasted from my messages to friends. If you have any questions feel free to ask. I would be happy to answer

Worldbuilding

First off, you need to understand the world.

The world they live in has gods. Like the kind of world where being atheistic would be akin to being a flat earther.

Gods like to bestow gifts upon mortals sometimes, said mortals being known as the blessed.

The gods:

As for which gods there are, they are still in development. These are the ones I know so far (none have names except one, who you will know soon): god of weather/skies, god of winds (a minor god, under the domain of god of weather), god of sun, god of moon, god of death and magic, god of love, god of earth, god of home and hearth, god of intelligence, god of sleep, god of luck, god of light, god of monsters, etc (think Greek gods like Morpheus and Zephyrus)

The main pantheon is the god of weather/skies, god of sun, god of moon, god of death and magic, god of love, god of earth, god of home and hearth, and god of intelligence (maybe some others, like I said, it’s murky)

Minor gods are the god of sleep, god of luck, god of light, god of monsters, god of winds, etc

Names:

Parents tend to name their children names that lend themselves to certain gods in hopes that that god blesses them. The god might, if they wanted to bless them in the first place, but sometimes they all just mess around and like to play with the mortals (eg. parents name their child Luna and they’re blessed by the sun god)

Characters

Faye:

Pronouns: he/they

Blessed?: no, but they’re a descendant of faeries, so they have powers from their lineage.

Status in the story: main character

Description: beanpole, he’s tall, not athletic, but pretty strong and fast nonetheless. They have like, shimmery light brown skin? Not as if it’s covered in glitter or anything, just a subtle shimmer to it. His natural hair is a dark “chocolatey” colour, but I feel like he dyes it pinks or other soft colours. (After Eclipse fully takes over their body for a while, it’s a deep black shade.) His eyes are a dark brown as well. Style wise they wear a lot of hoodies (this is because of trauma I may touch up on later) and jeans. At the time of the snippet, it’s a fancy party thing, so he can be found wearing a suit there. Painted nails in blacks, typically painted by Sol or Cirrus. Oh! And he just, always looks anxious. Constantly preparing for an attack.

Cirrus:

Pronouns: she/her

Blessed?: yes, and by the wind/weather god

Status in the story: deuteragonist

Description: shorter and rounder, she’s a great hugger (not for the reasons just mentioned, she just is). Like I said, she has cloud hair that reflects her feelings. Unlike her name, it’s cumulus clouds that are pulled into her ponytail. Sisters with Zephyr. Her and Zephyr are black. She wears a thin, soft blue hoodie and is more of a mom friend. Tbh, that’s most of her description!

Zephyr:

Pronouns: she/they/em

Blessed?: yes, by the air god

Status in the story: deuteragonist

Description: height wise e’s taller than Cirrus, while being shorter than Faye and Sol. It’s hard to tell when looking (because Cirrus’s hair floats), but Zephyr’s hair is longer than her sister’s. The hair’s ends are dyed bright pink (omb what if Zephyr and Faye got their hair dyed together…).They are more outgoing than the others in the group (think the extrovert and their adopted introverts), and was the first one Faye met. As for style, em has a chill but colourful look, and the clothes can often be just as “outgoing” as her personality. Just the vibes of wanting to be seen. A lot of purples in their wardrobe. Bright eyeshadow and funky earrings!

Sol:

Pronouns: they/xem

Blessed?: yes, by the sun god

Status in the story: deuteragonist

Description: as tall as Faye, but likes to say they’re taller. Xey have darker skin than Faye, but lighter than Cirrus and Zephyr. Fluffy, shorter, blondish hair. Okay look, Faye shimmers, Sol *glows*. Sun gods, amiright? Soft flowy tshirts and a generally “campy “ look, completed with a wide array of friendship bracelets. Socially anxious ambivert, they have a friendly demeanour with awkward mannerisms. Zephyr will do their makeup sometimes, and at the time of the snippet, they had golden eyeshadow (and a beautiful dress might I add). Xey present very masculine, and xey have top scars!

Eclipse:

Pronouns: she/it

Blessed?: nope. It’s a fucking god.

Status in the story: antagonist

Description: classic villain. Tall, dark hair, etc. God of death and magic, specifically dark magic. Capable of possession, and possesses Faye on multiple occasions. Kicked out of the pantheon for her power hungry behaviour, but seeks out getting back, and tries to uses its powers along with Faye’s to do so.

Picrews:

They’re in order of how they were presented <3

Link to picrew

That’s all for now!!

((The snippet that was referenced multiple times will be shared soon))

((As in like later tonight probably))

[dcviated]

@nobleburn sent: In the holiday tradition, as well as Nikolette's own personal style, the letter was almost painfully extravagant between the premium ink, the high-quality stationary, and the gold leaf that lined the letter's corners with complicated designs. No half-measures as far as Nikolette von Brandt was concerned, and doubly so when it came to someone as precious as Eira.

[Dearest Eira,

Joyeux Schwurgießen, my most beloved companion. I recall being asked to refrain from gift-gifting, and while it's true that you're beyond the age where Schwurgießen gifts would be expected, I simply couldn't allow such a lovely holiday to pass without giving you some tokens of my affection. If it so exasperates you, then simply think of them as early graduation presents. But, that aside, onto the important things!

In accordance with Lünenberg traditions dating from time immemorial, I, Nikolette von Brandt, heir of Duke Brandt and fiancée to Prince Lux von Lünich, leverage each among my station, my personal affections, and my pride in my country in crafting these oaths to you, Eira Kestrova of Norad. As my country's First Empress so forged her covenant with the Gods of Light, so too do I make these promises in serious devotion. Although my people no longer press these vows into metal, that's just as well, for while metal can be dented or broken, the strength of my conviction never could be.

In full awareness of my duties and responsibilities in doing so, I swear to you, Eira, my eternal love and friendship. No matter my position, or your own, no matter the circumstances, I swear to you an oath that, should ever you need it, I will rush to your aid. Whether by sword or by political intervention or simply by a warm embrace and kind words, never shall your request of me go unheeded.

I vow that my affection for you shall never wane. I shall never allow life's circumstances to take from me something I hold in such loving regard as our relationship. Indeed, I vow to let my affection for you only grow with time, for however much I respect and adore you at this moment, I can only imagine the strength of my admiration when not just I, but rather the entire world has seen what you're capable of. I know your future, forged by your own hands as it must be, will be a wonderful one, and I fully intend to witness it!

I bind myself willingly with these oaths and promises, though I confess that perhaps I am taking certain liberties with the spirit of this holiday. The cast oaths remind me and my countrymen of our responsibilities and duties to our nation and to each other, even in difficult times when it would be easier to shirk such obligations, and yet I imagine these oaths to you remarkably easy to uphold, or perhaps my affection for you is simply too great to be eclipsed by the weight of any responsibility.

Regardless, I will miss you dearly when you return to Norad, and thus I've eschewed the yearly typicality of a Schwurgießen oath in favor of these promises in perpetuity. Enjoy these gifts and please do keep me close in your heart, as I will always do for you.

Yours, Nikolette von Brandt]

As for the gifts... She'd truly tried hard to take the other girl's preferences into account, but Nikolette's own penchant for finery had... perhaps... crept in.

Why settle for a simple quill when instead she could purchase a fountain pen made by high artificers, with the nib lovingly handcrafted from a silver dragon's willingly-offered scale, capable of producing its own beautiful ink when none was provided? No, Eira wasn't the sort of person to get cold even in the frigid winters of Norad, but gloves still served a purpose, and when it came to gloves, what could be better than fine and fashionable ones of Elven make, with a grip firm enough to hold a weapon tight in freezing rain, but of fabric soft and delicate enough to be perfectly pleasing and comfortable in all conditions?

And yes, perhaps it would have been easier to use her privilege as Duke Brandt's daughter and heir to arrange for the printing of a copy of The Collected Observations of Kreszentia, Archmage of Saint-Henrik from the Royal Archives, but a gorgeous first-edition printing annotated by the traveling mage herself more than five centuries ago was simply more suited to someone as studious and talented as Eira. Even if the collector she'd purchased it from had taken some convincing to part with it.

Yes, perhaps the extravagance and pageantry of it all would embarrass Eira and bring a blush to her face but, well, Nikolette hardly minded that sort of outcome.

Honestly. As Eira saw it, the real tradition was the libation of Nikolette's feelings when the medium was deft dancing of her pen. Not that the woman was incapable of conveying litanies of feelings from her lips, but there was a different flow that felt poetic compared to that. In person the woman conveyed much through her eyes and touches. Emotions now that were translated into scratched letters and artful strokes. Emotions that poured into Eira's heart like an empty vessel that hungered to be filled.

Line by line and word by word Eira consumed each of Nikolette's phrases like another drink of elixir. Smiles and rolls of the eyes. Chuckles and sighs. How parched she would be when she wasn't able to see and hold her precious friend whenever the whim struck her. There was an ache at the thought already, and a silent reminder- another promise- that she would do her best to keep in touch with the woman that had done so much more than she needed to in order to make her feel welcome.

"Quite frankly I'm not sure why I bothered even trying to discourage her. Hindsight... makes me think it only served as another encouragement. Oh Niko... all I ever need is to know you'll not forget me. As if I could forget you- me or anyone else. Hm. Something I can add when I chide her in my own letter. Well then. No reason to waste time. I know next she sees me." A glance towards the door, as if wondering if the eager noble was listening or waiting opposite the opulent wood of the door that separated her from the rest of the dormitories.

"...."

You never know.

If she was, she'd have heard the gasp upon the gifts being unwrapped. Each more beautiful than the last. Opening them in the privacy of her room allowed Eira to be as dramatic as she liked, the smile to broaden and laughter to spill like water over a creek.

The quill slips into Eira's hand as if made for her delicate fingers. Digits of the other tracing along the plumage before a delicate touch against the dragon scale of the tip. The high beasts of Lunenberg were cut from a different fabric from those back home in Norad. But that did not make the inclusion any less impressive. Eira knew enough zoology to recognize the power of the entity.

Not hard to guess what she would be putting to well use when writing her letter in reply. That was if Eira didn't track down Nikolette herself to put some chiding remarks in her ear before she kissed her cheek. Decisions!

Gloves of sleek fabric and glinting with their quality. Were her fingers not sore from work and writing that day perhaps she'd have slipped them on then. They receive a similar fond tracing of the material before moved off of the final gift that had been left.

"Wait, but isn't this..." Eira gasps again, how many times was that this evening? Wasn't she supposed to be cranky and frustrated? So much for that. "Oh gods, Niko. What did you do to get your hands on this." A flip through the cover of the text was quick to alert the 'bookworm' of the value of what she held. Or at the least it's rarity. For a blooming mage like herself, Kreszentia was a name that wasn't hard to miss. She laughs, truly dumbfounded at what she was holding before carefully setting the leatherbound spine again. "That needs to be protected. And someone needs to be reprimanded." And also given plenty of appreciative affection. But first, the reprimanding.