#icecap violet

[skelekins]

Icecaps Violet and Blue - all grown up <3

I like to think they have little snowclouds that follow them to keep them chill

[sapphanimates]

I've been finding weird connections between newer Pokémon games and Pokepark Wii: Pikachu's Adventure for the Wii? Like how the Snowscape music from New Pokémon Snap sounds kinda like a slowed down and reworked Icecap Zone theme? Or how Grusha's gym test in Scarlet/Violet is essentially a fundamentally worse version of Empoleon's Snow Slide? Honestly, it just might be me making these ties, because I really don't think Game Freak or anyone else in the Pokémon community really cares about this one obscure game, but lemme know if you agree or just have fond memories of this game.

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A Little Magic ||Demetri Volturi x Witch!Reader|| PART 1

Warnings: TW for magical amnesia drugs

Words: 5166

Taglist: @thelastemzy @raindancer2004 @ferb13 @a-avaunce @college-is-coming @alecvolturiswifeforever @broskibowser @volturidoll13 @perfectcolortreestudent @vamp-army

Summary: A request for @kpopgirlbtssvt​ 

Part 2: A Game of Cat and Mouse 

Part 3: A Book and A Bargain 

Part 4: A Moment Made For Us

Part 5: A Spindle Prick

Part 6: A Witch’s Wrath 

Part 7: A Revelation 

Part 8: A Message In A Bottle 

Nature is power, power can be tamed, and those who know that crave it all the more. When your power is revealed to the wrong people, events seem to spiral out of control and beyond your comprehension. It quickly becomes apparent there is a much larger game being played, one in which you and Demetri are mere pawns, but how can you win when you don’t know the rules?

Nature held more power than any King or Emperor, more power than any war machine or technological advancement. Nature was beautiful, vibrantly coloured with sweet smells and gorgeous designs to make the most enthralling landscapes, but it also had a dark side. The same flowers that could smell so sweet could poison and kill a man. The same landscapes that looked so inviting could swallow you whole, so you were never seen again. Oxygen fuelled fires that destroyed homes and took lives. Water could erode rock and concrete, felling houses and sweeping away businesses. The sun that warmed could also burn and scorch the Earth, creating droughts that took crops and melted icecaps that would flood low-lying lands. Nature was powerful, nature was chaos.

It followed then that if you could control the chaos, you could control nature’s power. Earth, fire, wind and water lay at your fingertips, ready to be used as anything you wanted them to be. Things could be moulded, things could be changed, things could evolve. It was a precarious position to be in as it meant those who could wield magic would always be sought after by those who craved power. For that reason alone, the High Council had long ago created a Covenant that bound all witches, one that stood in place across the millennia that witches had been around for. It was quite simple covenant really.

Protect the balance of nature.

Protect the existence of your brethren.

Protect the sanctity of your magic.

Protect the weak from the strong.

That was why you had been drawn into the tour of the Palazzo dei Priori that cast shadows over the gorgeous courtyard you had been walking around. The energy of the place was dark, but this was no surprise to you, the movements of every supernatural creature could be tracked by your kind after all and it was well known that the central authority of the vampire world resided here. Their wars had been closely monitored with a policy of non-interference, but a few brave witches had saved some packs of wolves out of sympathy as many of the once proud people began to quake at the very sight of the moon that ruled their nature. The same policy of non-interference applied here; you had been sent for a purpose, the purpose of finding out whether or not the people of the city were treated well by their vampire overlords. Volterra was quaint, and the people were happy, nothing out of the ordinary really to report until a woman with striking violet eyes had invited you on a tour full of humans.

How naïve you had been to think that maybe tourism was how they kept their treasury filled. Heidi was her name, her eyelashes batting as she introduced herself and hips swaying as she walked the group through opulent halls and even more lavish rooms. The libraries had awed you, the music room astonishing in its beauty, and you had admittedly been taken in by it all. Then the tour group had been herded into that awful, awful room, and the screaming had started and nothing but crimson and black filled you vision, a swarm of vultures ripping the meat from innocent bones. You had walked in with 24, and only 5 managed to escape with you. They had yet to be bitten, completely venom free, all that was necessary was a simple memory wipe that was easily achieved with the right potion and then you sent them on their way, back home to families, to normal lives.

“You fool!”

“We do not interfere Y/N.”

“You have broken the Covenant.”

You couldn’t understand their scorn. Nobody ever saw the faces of the High Council, a highly potent illusion spell blurred their faces at all times, but you didn’t need to see their expressions to know that they were angry with you. It was visible in the way that their fists clenched and their bodies leaned forward toward you, evident in the tone of their voices.

You frowned. “How can I have broken the covenant? We are to protect the weak and they were-“

“Always going to die! You were simply to report on the people in the city, not the tourists who were ill-fated to be there!” Merida’s voice was so condescending you physically recoiled, stomach swooping.

“You…you knew they would die?” you asked quietly.

“Of course we knew you insipid child!” Merida hissed. She sat just to the right of the centre, a literal right-hand woman to the Grand Magister. Grand Magister Seren was quiet for a moment that seemed to stretch a lifetime, and then a simple flick of her wrist tipped oven her glass of water. You watched in awe as the water coiled into one thick rivulet, moving slowly towards you and pooling in a puddle at hip height. She hadn’t had to move, or speak an incantation, and it was awe-inspiring.

“Look into the water and see the consequences of your actions.” Her voice was calm despite her ominous words. With a quiet gulp you did as she asked, the room around you growing dark in the way a cinema perhaps might before playing a film to the audience, your focus entirely absorbed by the images projected into the water. Without thinking, you reached out to touch it, your fingers gliding through the silken liquid and obscuring the face of a man you recognised. His hair was inky black and hung around his shoulders, eyes a startling yet milky shade of red.

“Aro.” You whispered, brows furrowing in confusion. His face was familiar, as were all those of the Masters of the Volturi. You knew them the same way you knew the names of the High Council witches and great Pack Leaders, the same as any witch who had completed her studies on the magical world would.

“Dear one you have done much for us, we will not let you suffer so. Find the one you long for.” He instructed, hands clasped neatly before him. You recognised the man stood before him to. The briefest moment of eye contact had etched his face into your memory and your breath unknowingly hitched. Now you got a closer look at him you found he was rather handsome, when he wasn’t coming to kill you. Though his skin held that ashen quality all vampires had he had sharply defined features, high cheekbones and plump, pale lips that somehow made it work. Chestnut brown hair looked soft enough to melt beneath your fingers and they twitched, your rational mind telling you if you reached out now you would feel only the water his image was cast upon while your heart longed to run the strands between your fingers. His head bowed slightly.

“Thank you, Master. I shall return in due course.” He assured him. There were hypnotic notes woven into the smooth baritone. You frowned when the image flickered and fell away, the water retreated back into Seren’s glass where it had come from, not a drop out of place. The fluttering of your fingers was certainly not an attempt to pull the water back to you.

“Good god…sisters, brothers…”

“Did you see the reaction to him? It shouldn’t be possible.”

“An abomination!”

Seren’s hand rose, silencing the voices surrounding her. The same hand she lifted moved to her glass, one carefully manicured nail trailing around the edge in slow circles.

“It was never deemed possible until it came to be so, but that is the way of all phenomena is it not? This may prove to be an advancement for our kind, or it may prove to be a disaster, only time will yield results and the future cannot be predicted to such a degree of certainty,” Seren’s words were spoken so eloquently you couldn’t help but hang onto every one of them, “Only one thing is certain.” An ominous feeling swept over you, sending a shiver down your spine and tensing your muscles. The High Council remained oddly quiet, but their silence didn’t feel like it was a mark of respect for the Grand Magister. This silence was far more solemn, the kind of silence you heard at gravesides as last rites were read. Your stomach twisted as Seren lifted her finger from the top of her glass, allowing it to rise and float towards you.

The water didn’t so much as ripple.

“Grand Magister…”

“Drink.” She ordered. The authority behind her voice was so compelling your fingers gripped the glass of their own accord, and despite the nausea rising in your throat you complied. It tasted oddly sweet, sweet and smooth, and before you knew it you had drained the glass. The dizziness hit you not too long after.

You fell to your knees. “What – what did you d-do to me?”

“There is only one certainty. You are the trackers mate, and he will hunt you for himself but bring you to his Masters in the end. Precautions must be taken. Y/N L/N, you are guilty of breaking the Covenant on the grounds that you have exposed our kind to the vampires. Your penalty is fixed. You are cast out from our kind. You shall never be aided by another witch. Your name shall be lifted from the Book of The Charmed. You are forbidden from entering the sacred places.” Seren’s words were the only thing you could hear echoing in your mind. Your thoughts tossed around your skull like confetti in the wind, loose and scattering away from you faster than you could catch them. At some point, your body had tilted and hit the floor, limbs too tired and weak to hold you up anymore. Tears welled in your eyes, a moan escaping you. Your tongue felt too swollen to speak, your mind fuzzy.

“The tracker will come for you, be prepared.” Was that a man’s voice? A woman’s? Maybe this was all a bad dream? The world was floating away from, your vision tunnelling as your body slipped down an incline into an abyss that numbed you entirely, darkness overtaking your vision and your mind going mercifully blank. The cold that swept over Demetri in that moment was unlike anything he had ever endured. As a human he has resided in Greece, Egypt, and as a vampire he did not feel temperature really, so the sudden rush if ice water down his spine was mildly alarming. His body ached in places despite him not really being able to get hurt in mundane ways, yet it felt like perhaps he’d hit his arm off of something. With a small frown, he glanced at his shoulder and reached up to rub it in an effort to ease the ache. Whilst finishing the last of his packing, he was over come by a wave of dizziness, his hearing blotting out and vision swimming.

It lasted for only six seconds.

Demetri didn’t know quite when he’d fallen to his knees but he used his bed as support to push to his feet, moving slowly in case the dizzy feeling returned. It didn’t. Tension made him rigid, his eyes flitting about in an effort to spot an invisible foe, but when he failed to spot anyone nor feel any unfamiliar tenors about, he forced himself to take a breath and continue packing. What had that feeling been? Where had it come from? With a deep frown, he zipped up his hold-all and pulled it up onto his shoulder, reaching for your tenor once more. Your eyes had been the most effervescent shade of violet, so bright and radiating power, so full of…rage. You were so angry, so shocked, but not afraid. The moment he had locked eyes with you he was certain of who you were, not your name per say but what you meant to him.

You on the other hand had no idea – about anything. When you awoke on your kitchen floor, all you knew for a long moment was the grey tile. It was cool against your temple and soothed the throbbing in your head. Feeling somewhat sluggish, you heaved yourself up off of the floor with a grunt, eyes closing against the light filtering through your window. Hand coming up to your head you inhaled deeply through your nose, exhaled slowly through your mouth. No nausea…that had to be good, right?

“Castor?” your voice wasn’t hoarse either. Swallowing thickly, you waited for any sign of the little furball you had come to love, growing worried when he didn’t so much as squeak to indicate he’d heard you. There were no beady little dark eyes looking at you disapprovingly, no pitter-patter of little paws on the tiles or the countertops. You took a hesitant step forward, determined to find Castor – most likely he would be in your living room wall. The dark wooden floors of your home were a selling-point when you had first brought it, then your familiar came to you, and even if you kept his claws clipped racoons were not the best of friends with highly polished wood. Carpets had been the way forward, and various other little changes had made their way into your house alongside Castor. His den was one of them.

The hole you had carved out and created for him was filled with all sorts of soft blankets to keep him cosy and – because he had refused to let you leave the store without it – his favourite teddy bear, aptly named Teddy, of course. Teddy sat slumped in his spot in Castor’s den, but your furry friend was nowhere to be seen.

“Castor!” you called out, panic filling you. Familiars were curious little things, psychically linked to their witch counterparts and great sources of wisdom and magic. Out of respect for the cognisant nature of the creatures (and their own demands for privacy) nobody had studied how familiars came to be, but every witch discovered one once it was their time, and when you had turned 21 Castor had appeared rummaging through your bin one day. To say you were shocked that a racoon of all things had grumbled his complaints about your diet was an understatement, it had taken you a full day and a half to give into his pleas to be let into the house. Now…now you had been together for three years, and you couldn’t imagine being bonded to anyone else more intricately than you were him.

That was why it was so shocking to be unable to feel him.

Slowly, you sank to your knees. The bond between a witch and a familiar remained unbroken till the day the witch died, and that could take a considerable amount of time given their incredibly slow aging process. Castor was your only constant friend given your need to move about, a confidant like no other. To think he might have willingly left you…died even…

“What did you do!” the haughty voice you were used to hearing was gone, replaced instead by one filled with trepidation. You jumped violently, tears welling in your eyes.

“I…Castor! I was calling you! Where have you been!” you snapped, furiously rubbing away your tears before they could spill. He let out a little hiss, rising to stand on his back legs as he waddled towards you in a panicked little run.

“In the High Council Chambers! They say you broke the Covenant, that I was to be separated from you!” his tiny paws wrung together in front of his body and you unthinkingly reached for him to try and ease his anxiety. You could feel him now, the bond bright and clear in your mind. Castor snuggled into your lap, staring up at you with big eyes. For once, he had no jokes, no rude words, no haughty demands - Castor was genuinely afraid.

“I – I broke the Covenant? No…no that can’t be…I don’t…I don’t remember anything.” You swallowed.

“You don’t remember something as big as breaking the covenant?” he asked incredulously. Grimacing, you lifted your hand back to your head, the mysterious throbbing you woke with gone.

“I don’t though, honest! I just…I woke up on the floor in the kitchen, my head ached but I wasn’t feeling nauseous and my throat wasn’t dry. I don’t think I passed out but I don’t remember how I even got into the kitchen. Did the High Council say anything else? Breaking the Covenant is met with severe punishment.” You fretted. The anxiety made your skin crawl, your stomach writhing like a nest of snakes in the pit of your gut. Castor nuzzled his head into your palm, standing up on your thighs and reaching to place a little paw against your face. He stared into your eyes for a moment, humming thoughtfully. You could feel him rummaging through your head, the eye contact awakening the telepathic nature of your bond. In times of trouble it was a wonderful tool but mostly it was downright intrusive. Today you felt so lost you let him see everything you remembered.

Volterra was a key memory, you were sure, but what happened once you entered into the tour group was lost to you. Even the grand halls were lost to you once those large doors closed behind your group.

“There’s a block there alright, a powerful one at that. You came home with tourists Y/N, wiped their memories of something but you wouldn’t tell me what, you just said we needed to move fast. Come on, we need to mix something, see if we can’t get you to remember.” He instructed, hopping off of your lap and scampering for the archway that led into the living room. You drew in a shaky breath, pushing to your feet to follow him. Castor knocked once on the wood before he scrabbled at the bottom of the door cut beneath your stairs, a door that would lead to a most ordinary cupboard under the stairs full of cleaning equipment and spare detergent if anyone else opened it.

Not for you and Castor. With a single knock it transformed from an ordinary cupboard to the entrance to a whole other world, your own personal den where all of your crafting gear could be found. He pulled it open and together you descended the wooden stairs into a large, open room, candles burning and flickering in their wall brackets.

“Castor…if the High Council wanted you separated from me…” you trailed off. He hopped up onto the low coffee table, refusing to look at you as he reached for a pestle and mortar to push your way. When he didn’t reply, you pushed for an answer. Castor hopped off the table to head for your shelves, jars and bags of all sorts of ingredients lining them. He couldn’t reach the ones at the top, but he didn’t seem to need any of those, instead pulling one from the bottom into his little paws with a sigh.

“I didn’t believe them,” he said quietly, “And even if they are right and you did break the Covenant…I can’t believe you didn’t do it for good reasons.” If he felt the flood of affection you felt for him he didn’t let it show, simply came back to hand you the jar. You took it from him with a nod. Ginseng.

“Thank you, Castor. Okay…okay, you look for the right page in the grimoire and tell me what I need to grab.” You instructed. Castor obeyed as he always did, reading out ingredients you held out your hand for. One by one they floated into your hand until you had a line of ingredients, herbs to grind and oils to infuse with the powder left behind until it was a sludgy but drinkable mixture that smelled oddly of treacle.

“Plug your nose and down it already, wimp.” He scoffed.

You glared. “You want to taste it?”

Castor rolled his eyes, sitting and waiting patiently for you to pluck up the courage to down the concoction you had brewed. When your fingers wrapped around the cup you realised it was oddly warm too, and with a wrinkled nose, you brought it to your lips. Castor’s impatient sigh was what made you drink it down. Immediately you coughed, gagging on the gritty sludge as it coated your throat and refused to go down easy. There was nothing. Minutes passed with you both waiting for something to happen, and when nothing did Castor hopped forward to peer at you intently, looking for any sign that the block in your mind had been removed.

“Well…that went well.” He drawled. With an exasperated sigh you placed the cup down.

“Obviously. Maybe we could ask – ah!” the sharp pain that lanced through your head had you falling sideways, curling into a tight ball as you clutched at your hair with a shriek. Castor looked alarmed but he faded right in front of your eyes. He was replaced instead by the faint images of blurred out faces, water and vibrantly red eyes set into a handsome, well-defined face. The images moved so fast, back-tracking through everything you had seemingly forgotten in the most random order. Some weren’t clear, others were completely glossed over with even the sounds and smells scrubbed out.  All around you people were screaming, the memory seemingly occurring in slow motion as power exploded outward from your body, black clothed, pale-skinned men and women soaring away from you. Those same red eyes locked on yours, and then the elastic band snapped back around your brain and your crafting room came back into sight once more.

Castor was rather unhelpfully tapping at your face with his paw but you could barely feel his long furry fingers against your flesh, your hearing still nothing but a loud buzzing noise that was only increasing in volume. Like a radio channel clearing you heard snippets of conversation, names you recognised and names you didn’t, screaming, and a single, grave warning.

The tracker will come for you, be prepared.

Panting, you tried to drag air into your burning lungs. Castor let out a relieved breath, letting his paw drop from your face as he dropped back onto all fours in front of you.

“That…that hurt.” You breathed.

“Clearly. There’s still a block there, maybe it will erode, maybe it won’t, but we seemed to knock something loose. What did you remember?” Castor asked. With a wince you forced yourself up until you were sitting cross-legged before him once more, head aching like you’d shoved it through a brick wall and heart freezing over in your chest. How were you supposed to tell him that the High Council hadn’t lied? You had clearly broken the Covenant, revealed yourself to vampires of all people – because only one humanoid creature on Earth had red-eyes. Then there was this tracker…

The tracker will come for you, be prepared.

“I’m so sorry I dragged you into all this Castor.” You sighed, rubbing your forehead to try chase away the ache. Castor was quiet for a long moment.

“So, it’s true? You did break the Covenant?” he accused you. A stab of guilt hit you first, then righteous rage.

“I was trying to save people! Protect the weak! I didn’t know that tour was a feeding group!” you exploded. Castor tutted, his stare condescending; well, it was as condescending as a racoon could look anyway.

“Vampires feed Y/N! It’s written in their very nature!” he argued.

“There were so many people! More than they needed! Husbands and wives being ripped from each other’s arms and – and students looking for adventure, it – oh god Castor, it was awful.” You weren’t sure when you had started to cry but a few sobs escaped your throat before you buried your face in your hands, trying to get a grip of yourself. There were so many problems to face and you weren’t sure where to start. Castor for one would have to choose now he knew, and could you really deal with losing your familiar if he decided to move on from you? Then there was the problem of breaking the Covenant. The penalty for that particular crime was severe, enough that you had heard some were driven to the brink of madness by their banishment from their own kind. Another chilling thought ran through your head then. If you had been cast out, would your name be scrubbed from the Book of The Charmed? If it was then any children you had, any heirs to your legacy, would not receive your family grimoire or any of the things that they should inherit, and they would start at the bottom-rung of magical society as deviants, not full-blooded witches.

That was without adding the problem of this tracker coming to get you of course, whatever that meant.

“We protect the balance of nature, and nature takes as much as she gives. Sometimes…sometimes that means we have to make hard choices about what to let go.” Castor told you solemnly. Sniffling, you wiped at your eyes, only now aware that you were still dressed in the shorts and t-shirts you’d gone touring Italy in. You needed a shower and a hot mug of coffee, something to warm you up and allow you to think.

“We – I mean I, I need to plan. There was something about a tracker being sent to find me, I need to figure out how to stay one step ahead of him.” Pushing to your feet, you were stopped in your quest to hit the shower by the feel of his claws digging painfully into your leg. You yelped, staring down at him in shock only to come face to face with a very angry racoon. Castor hissed, claws and teeth both bared.

“In case you haven’t remembered I rejected the High Council’s offer to be separated from you. I can’t just leave you you idiot! We’re sharing your exile whether you like it or not, and a tracker? There’s a vampire tracking you? You should have started with that!” he hissed. Stunned into silence, you could only stare as Castor began to scamper about the room, putting back what he could with an angry little squeak here and there when he lost the ability to speak in his fury.

“Castor what do you mean you refused them? The High Council don’t make requests, they just…take the familiar away.” You frowned. Castor shook his head.

“They were hardly forthcoming with helpful information. I got the choice and I stayed, so deal with it. Go take a shower already, you’re in desperate need of one, I can smell you a mile away which means he can to.” he sniffed, not turning to look at you as he scoured through a box of zip-lock bags for to place the madar root back in the right place according to his alphabetised system. It didn’t take an empath to feel the upset radiating from him, but it was difficult to pinpoint if he was upset with you because he was condemned to be exiled with you or because you hadn’t told him about this tracker. You didn’t even have a name for the man, just a (admittedly handsome) face. The hot spray of the shower warmed you up but did nothing to ease your turbulent thoughts, Castor occasionally invading your mind to tell you to quiet down so he could think without your interference.

The more you thought about this tracker, the more your stomach fluttered, your toes curling. Anticipation. That was the name you finally gave to the feelings trying to claim your attention. He would come whether you were ready or not, and you weren’t sure if that was a good or bad thing. You wanted his name at the very least. It wasn’t exactly difficult to guess why he was being sent either. Vampires knew nothing of your kind and you had attacked them in their home, so they needed someone to scope out the threat. What would happen if he dragged you before their court? Nothing good, you imagined.

Magic was infinite and plentiful in the earth wind and sky, but you were finite in comparison, you could only channel so much before you overexerted yourself whereas vampires never tired. You wouldn’t be able to fight him off forever. With a sigh, you washed the soap from your skin and tried to make a mental list of all the things you should pack in order to be ready for a quick escape. You couldn’t let this tracker catch you, that much was clear, so you’d have to play cat and mouse until either you grew too tired or he grew bored to keep playing.

Snuggled into a jumper and jeans, you trudged down the stairs to the living room to call for your familiar only to find him already in his den, very carefully folding his favourite of the many blankets installed in there. He had a small, drawstring pouch by his feet.

“What are you doing?” you asked amusedly. Castor huffed.

“Packing. You were thinking we should, weren’t you? I need you to cast an engorgement charm on this by the way, it needs to be bigger for my blankets.” He instructed. You couldn’t help but laugh.

“Castor if you put too much in it it will still be heavy.” You reminded him, taking the pouch nonetheless to do as he asked. Castor never asked for much, in fact mostly when he spoke to you it was to order you about, and this…well given he was being forced to run away with you it was a simple request.

“I am not leaving my blankets and I will not leave Teddy.” He looked at you over his shoulder, sharp little teeth bared in a scowl. You held your hands up in surrender, opening up the pouch and slipping your hand inside to work your magic. You spent your day mostly in silence after that, going back and forth to pack the human essentials and the witchy ones into one, enlarged backpack. It had been roughly mid-afternoon when you woke, and by the time night had fallen your stomach was growling and your eyes drooping.

“Get some food in you and get some sleep. It’s been a long day for both of us.” Castor sighed finally, brushing at his little bandit mask face with his paws. It was a habit of his when he was tired. Absent-mindedly scratching his fur as you passed, you headed for the kitchen where the takeout menus sat pinned to the fridge.

“Did you want Chinese?” you called back to him.

Castor groaned. “Obviously I do! If I don’t have spring rolls in me in the next forty minutes I might die.”

With a roll of your eyes, you picked up the menu to decide what you wanted for yourself. You needed to pick carefully…it would likely be the last meal you had in your own home.

[latin-dr-robotnik]

Master Emerald Travel Advisor (M.E.T.A.) - Parhelion Peak Zone

Imagine a place where all the good vibes from the holidays never end, a place where snow never stops dropping and the family is forever together. Imagine a magical land where you can do all sorts of winter sports or just sit in a warm, cozy place all day long relaxing without a single care in the world.

Now open your eyes, because we at M.E.T.A are bringing you the tickets to those dreams: Parhelion Peak.

Located at the furthest point of the northwestern shores, this particular place has been a geological puzzle for decades. One of the tallest peaks of the continent, standing on its own, just beyond the Redhot Ride canyons and right by the shoreline. Geologists debated time and time again what kind of phenomenom caused this particular rocky formation to exist as it is, but for us at M.E.T.A. it means we can bring you a once in a lifetime opportunity, like we always do.

Known as the “Neon Paradise”, a bustling metropolis was built along the side of the mountain, with its tall skyscrapers proudly showing neon lights from many of the continent’s finest shops, clubs and diners, changing the entire landscape to look like a massive lighthouse, but in the form of a modern wonder to behold. This place has it all, even down to the regular giant robot battles in the city streets - that’s right, eat your heart out Godzilla! Meet Blinky and Violet, the robotic mascots of Parhelion Peak that constantly engage in what’s called “Combat Night”. Trust us, you don’t wanna miss that event!

We asked treasure hunter and Master Emerald holder Knuckles the Echidna about his thoughts on Parhelion Peak, and this is what he had to say:

“I’ve known this place for years, actually. I remember seeing this massive peak covered in neon glow from my island and thinking ‘what’s going on in there?’ Being a Master Emerald guardian made visiting this place a little impossible at first, but nowadays I have my means of coming here without putting my job at risk - and let me tell ya, this place is like no other... and it has nothing to do with the fact I don’t know as many big cities as my friends!

Imagine if IceCap and Carnival Night were mixed together, and then mix in some giant derpy-looking robots and lots of punchin’, that’s Parhelion Peak in a nutshell and I like it, especially that punchin’ part. There are lots of secrets, too, the most known one was called ‘Parhelion Secret’, but I can tell you I’ve found so many more, some of them with decent loot too, yeah.”

Our M.E.T.A correspondent at Parhelion Peak couldn’t help but also record a reply made by Knuckles’ partner, world-renowed jewel lover and master treasure hunter, Rouge the Bat, on the spot. We would put it here, but her response was not family friendly, so, instead we asked the ever loving Miles “Tails” Prower, a regular of this place, and this is what he told us:

“It’s no secret I love this place. There’s an old video of me having fun in the snow that really tells you all you need to know! Here, let me show you a pic.

Over the years I’ve been to many icy places all across the world and beyond, but this one is just so much better! I think it has to do with a little bit of personal bias, since it was the first snowy metropolis I ever visited, or maybe this is actually just that wonderful. I mean, look at it! It has everything! If you pay close attention you might even find some buildings that look kinda like Stardust Speedway, and you bet it’s not just a coincidence! I remember entering one of those buildings and finding it’s a really jazzy place, absolutely recommended for those looking to relax. Sonic didn’t like it as much, though. He was way more excited for the Combat Night, despite the fact we could see the robots from that building... you know he’s like that sometimes, haha.

Oh, by the way, have you seen the puppet girl, Belle, around here? She was supposed to come here around the Grand Mall, and I’m afraid she might’ve lost herself in the snow paradise. I... I’m taking care of her-- I guess you could say that, haha. Uhh, sorry, gotta go!”

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[cdbeetle43]

This is the planet Calfirmar-Orthowad, the third planet in the Calfirmar star system. Calfirmar star according to the category it belongs to (S00) is supposed to be similar to Sun from our very own star system. Excluding Calfirmar-Orthowad there are about two more Earthlike planets. In Noctis IV CE Earthlike planets are called Felysian planets since the unseen protagonist from the game/simulator is a telepatic/technopatic alien cat. Everything we see is supposed to be seen from it's visor.

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[cydwitch]

Gravemoss: What is your OC’s biggest fear at the moment? Icecap: What kind of weather is your OC most comfortable in? Dreamfoil: Does your OC have any recurring dreams? If so, what are they?

Asks for Cyd! Very exciting, thank you!

Gravemoss: The anonymity of being alone in a big, bustling city is very frightening to her right now. She’s used to the peace of the woods and constant companionship, even if it was really only one companion--her mentor, Margrit.

Icecap: Rain and gloom, true daughter of Gilneas there.

Dreamfoil: Cyd often visits the forest where she grew up in her dreams. The trees change with the cycle of the seasons, just like in the waking world. Sometimes she just walks for hours, other times she becomes some wild creature like a wolf or bird, other times she sees strange signs and omens--dancing violet lights, eldritch sigils carved into rock, a freshly killed deer that streams with far too much blood, a sweet voice beckoning her always deeper into the shadows of the trees.

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[skelekins]

WIP of some silly icecaps who decided Im apparently making a painting of them

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