#in the future cell shading will return!

[mint-silver]

I’m back with even more art from over the course of a week! These are yet again for events going on in multiple groups I’m in! and this isn’t even all of the work, it’s just the ones that are shaded and have backgrounds. My favourite out of these is the first image! :D

[leclerc-hs]

fille stupide pt. 3 - cl16

Pairing: charles leclerc x fem!reader / max verstappen x fem!reader Summary: in which you now kind of know French and a not so stranger is still here Warnings: smut, oral (f-receiving), angstyyyy (?), cheating (again, i'm sorry), 18+!, not proofread!!, bad French (correct me please!!), bad Dutch (correct me please!!) Word Count: 1985 Author's Note: ok so I think we'll end fille stupide here 🤭 I absolutely loved writing this (if you couldn't tell by how fast i was able to write it lmaooo). I honestly WOULD NOT mind writing more scenarios for them in the future. Like if I ever write mean dom charles, my mind will automatically come back to them. please don't forget to leave feedback! love y'all french edited by @shewantsvengeance!!! dutch edited by @deanlovescassie!!!

PART 1 PART 2

✦ . 　⁺ 　 . ✦ . 　⁺ 　 . ✦ ✦ . 　⁺ 　 . ✦ . 　⁺ 　 . ✦

STARTLED BY A loud bang in the kitchen, you jolt awake. The bright sun streaming through your windows blinds you as you try to make sense of the abrupt awakening and your surroundings. You were no longer naked; a large plain white t-shirt enveloped your body. A t-shirt you don’t remember even putting on or falling asleep in. A t-shirt, that’s not even yours.

Caution gripped you as you inched towards the kitchen, moving slowly down the hall. The muffled sounds persisted, their meaning elusive, while the clattering of cabinets continued. As you finally reached the corner of the hallway, you were met with the sight of a partially naked Charles in the kitchen, an array of food on the stove top cooked. The aroma of bacon and eggs wafted through the kitchen, prompting your stomach to audibly grumble in response. You leaned against the countertop across from him, just watching the muscles of his back flex with each deliberate movement. He stayed?

You let out a breath of air in relief at the sight of him. Not just because he was there and stayed, but because it wasn’t somebody breaking in.

He didn’t even turn around before saying, “Où ranges-tu tes assiettes?” Where do you keep your plates? “Oh, I found them!” He didn’t have to turn around to sense your presence; all his senses seemed attuned to your proximity. Your body called to him, like it demanded his attention. As if your cells were able to alert his own, screaming for them to merge with yours.

You felt a swirl of need form in your stomach at the sight of your scratch marks on his back. As if he was marked for your territory only. You also felt a surge of panic form in your throat as the memories of last night came flooding back. 

Tell me who your body belongs to.

Je t’appartiens, Charles.

A sensation of unease churned in your stomach as thoughts of Max’s face crossed your mind. The guilt weighed heavily, and you felt on the verge of nausea for what you had done to him. How was it possible that something so bad felt so good? It was as if Charles held complete control over you, rendering you senseless and devoid of rational thoughts and actions. Tears prick at your eyes as you observe the bruises on the insides of your legs and felt the welts on your neck. Your body looks and feels both used and abused. Nothing about this situation is okay. Last night, you both had been remarkably careless. 

The panic began to subside only when Charles turned around and met your gaze. His eyes, an unusually light shade of green, captured your attention. His disheveled hair hinted at just having woken up not too long ago.

“I didn’t know you stayed,” you began, confusion laced in your voice. “I heard the door shut last night.”

“Fille stupide,” Stupid girl. A smile crept on his face, carrying a mocking undertone that seemed directed at you.  “I went to store to get you a pill last night. Je suis revenu.” I came back.

You despised how profoundly his words impacted you, how his return stirred a need for you to rationalize both your actions and his, even when there was no justification for what had transpired. Anxious, your fingers fidgeted with the end of the T-shirt that rested at the middle of your thighs. He advanced towards you, trapping you between him and the counter – a familiar position whenever you find yourself in his presence. His hands find their way to your face, their size enough to envelope majority of it. His fingers sprawl on your jawline, and his thumbs rest on your cheekbones as he looks at you. Really looks at you. Like he’s memorizing every inch of your face. Like you’re a textbook and he has a test to study for. 

“Tu es tellement belle,” You’re so beautiful. Despite his sweet words, a sinister gleam in his eyes followed the contours of your body, his hands firmly gripping your hips as he pressed himself to you, “I meant what I said last night.”

Mine, you’re fucking mine.

The ache in between your legs was growing with each passing second. He was too close, his smell and warmth surrounding you, creating a sense of intoxication. You felt the need to press your thighs together, but Charles stood between them, smirking down at you like he knew. 

Words fail you as you gaze up at him, but he doesn’t seem to mind. He stands there patiently, waiting as you study the furrow of his eyebrow. He stands there patiently, waiting as your eyes delve into his, memorizing every shade of color within them. He stands there patiently, waiting as your gaze fixates on his lips.

It was almost as if you didn’t have a choice. Like he was a pre-determined answer to your life. A definition to your word.

“Guess I didn’t give it to you hard enough last night, hm?” It wasn’t until your hands settle on his biceps that he realizes you’ve given him consent. Suddenly, his hands are everywhere. Roaming your body like an unexplored map; squeezing your waist, pinching your nipples, squeezing your butt. He just can’t get enough of you. “Need me to take the ache away?”

A moan escapes your lips as you yield, unable to resist him. Your body, seemingly under his command, surrenders to its desires. 

His tongue presses against yours, never losing contact. He quickly flips the both of you around, pushing you until your back met the countertop of the island. With determination, he lifts you onto it, shoving anything that finds solace there, to the floor. His hands push you down, so you now lay sprawled on the counter in the center of the kitchen. You replacing the breakfast Charles had made.

“Mon dieu,” My God. He growls at the sight of your legs spread and bare for him. “Je pourrais mourir heureux.” I could die happy. You have no idea what he was saying, but it didn’t matter. Especially when his tongue met your clit, licking you as if you were the last meal on Earth and he was starving.

His two fingers slid into your heated core, curling them to brush your g-spot with every stroke. “Tellement bon,” So fucking good. He’s moaning into your pussy, sending you into oblivion. 

“Putain de salope.” Fucking dirty slut. He manages to mumble in between your legs, the vibration of his words pushing you closer to the edge.

Around his fingers, you clench. You revel in the feeling of him in you, no matter what or how it’s done. Your fingers clench in his hair, it’s longer than the first time you met, tugging to anchor yourself. His hands on you are equivalent to an out of body experience. You could never tire of it. 

“You like that?” Yes! You wanted to yell. You more than liked it. You loved it.

It wasn’t until his other hand, the one not inside of you, groped one of your breasts, rolling your nipples between his fingers, that you went flying over the edge, relishing in the waves of pleasure as he continues to thrust his fingers in you – coaxing you through the orgasm. 

His mouth is hot on you, swallowing anything you’ll give him. Your legs shake, his mouth on you becoming too much as you squirm until he stops and looks at you, his lips glossy and coated.

“Tellement foutrement doux,” So fucking sweet. He murmured as he pulled you up, holding you in an upright position to look at him. You still don’t know what he’s saying, but you didn’t care. Your ears were ringing as you came down from your high, feeling limp against the hands of Charles.

You shut your eyes as you began to feel the panic surge. You gave in, again.  He peppered small kisses to your neck, almost too softly, a stark contrast from how he treats you in the midst of sex. He was soft with you now -- tender. You don’t think you’ll ever be able to stop. As if sensing your panic, Charles tips your chin to look at him.

“Cherie, you are made for me.” You feel the panic claw at your throat, constricting you, and the tears begin to spill from your eyes. “Don’t you see?”

You did see it. You could see it clear as day. After all, there wasn’t a day that he wasn’t on your mind since the first encounter. You don’t understand what’s happening to you. How could you betray Max like this? He didn’t deserve it, and you didn’t deserve him. It feels like there’s no choice when it comes to Charles. It’s as if your body responds instantly to his mere gaze. He’s the batteries, and you’re the remote control. Completely useless without its batteries.

You knew you had to tell Max. You couldn’t bear to hurt him any further. You observed Charles begin to furrow his eyebrows in frustration as he sensed you withdrawing from him. The sight pained him, and it hurt to witness.

“I need to tell Max,” You started, but were quickly cut off by a voice.

“Tell Max what?” 

You felt your heart stop and face flush red, as none other than Max stood just a few feet away in the entry way of your home, holding a bouquet of flowers in his hand and a spare key to your apartment in the other. Time seemed to slow down as you observed Max’s eyes darting between the proximity of you and Charles. There you were, perched on the counter, with Charles standing between your legs. Your cheeks flushed red as you sat with nothing but Charles t-shirt on your body. The kitchen island was wiped clean, everything scattered on the floor. The air hung heavy with an unspoken tension.

He didn’t even speak. He simply dropped the flowers and spare key on the entry way table and turned around, heading for the door. You shoved Charles out of the way, running towards the door. Running towards Max.

“Please, I can explain,” you were shouting. Completely panicked. But really, there was nothing to explain. It was clear as day, all cards laid out on the table in front of Max’s eyes.

“You don’t need to explain.” He scoffed, his jaw clenched in anger, as his eyes bounced from you, standing in front of him, to Charles, who remained planted in the kitchen. “Ik ben er klaar mee.” I’m done. He spoke in his native tongue, knowing you understood.

“Ik walg van je.” You disgust me. His words were sharp, stabbing you where it hurt most. He couldn’t even look you in the eye as he stepped out of the apartment as fast as he could.

You convince yourself that something has to be wrong with you. You were so mad that you did this. So mad that you hurt Max. But still, despite it all, everything with Charles feels so right.

Tears spilled hotly from your eyes, falling to the floor as you sobbed into your hands. Charles hurried over, lifting you to your feet and cradling you in his arms. Swiftly, he carried you to your bed, gently placing you on the covers. Pulling you into his chest, he held you tightly, providing comfort and solace.

“Je te protégerai.” I’ll keep you safe. Charles mutters into the nape of your neck, rubbing your back soothingly as you cry into him. “Tu es faite pour moi.” You’re meant for me.

You cried for what felt like hours. Charles only continued to whisper sweet nothings to you as he held you. You cried until you were limp with exhaustion, eyes closing, surrounded in the warmth of Charles. You didn’t deserve it.

“I will be here when you wake up, Cherie.” ----------- sorry max, you need to lose something 🤭

[haloshornsinkstains]

Learn to Share

This took me an embarassingly long time to write, but I'm trying to get back into the swing of things (and I might try to write a part 2 to this as well).

One Piece Live Action - (Future) Mihawk x F!Reader x Shanks

“S’whats a pretty girl like you doin’ here ‘lone?”

You breathed out slowly through your nose, fingers tightening on the glass in your hand. This was the third one tonight. You’d come here to get away from annoying men, yet here you were attracting them like flies to honey. As if your frankly impressive resting bitch face wasn’t enough to tell people not to bother you.

“I’m here for peace, and you happen to be ruining it.” You grit out, casting a quick sideways glance at the man.

“Ah, you don’t wanna be here ‘lone surely, pretty gal like you.” He leant in closer, the stink of his breath wafting into your face. “Come w’me an’ I’ll show you a real good time.”

You swore under your breath, turning to face the man and flicking your coat open slightly to flash your daggers. “Like I said, you’re ruining my peace. You can leave now, or I can make you.”

Apparently the alcohol had really dulled all of the man’s brain cells because he just laughed, leaning further towards you, gaze planted firmly on your chest. “Don’ be like that pretty, I’ll relieve you tension yeah?”

“I believe the lady said no.”

Both of you turned to the stranger, you to chastise him when you had that handled, the drunkard apparently to chase the stranger off, but neither of you could find words when those piercing yellow eyes came into view. You watched from the corner of your eyes as the drunk spluttered apologies, his face going a sickly shade of white as he scampered away. Arching one eyebrow at the stranger you dipped your head slightly in thanks. He was striking, pale skin and the most intense gaze you’d ever seen, all framed by sharp black hair.

“Let me buy you a drink… as thanks.”

The words left your mouth before your brain could engage and you could barely hide your mortification at your own actions.

“No need for thanks. Though… I suppose a drink couldn’t hurt.”

The stranger settled into the recently vacated seat and you nodded towards the bartender for two more drinks.

Before long two glasses of decent rum were set onto the counter in front of you. Quietly you thanked the bartender, before lifting the glass in a silent toast to your new companion. Thankfully he said nothing in return, only dipped his head and lifted the glass to his lips. Smiling to yourself you settled for a quiet drink, hopeful that the presence of this stranger would deter most of the idiots from bothering you.

It almost worked, but unfortunately you didn’t think there was any power on the seas that could stop your captain from bothering you.

“Ehh, there you are princess! You left the party without telling anyone!”

You groaned, steadfastly ignoring the man as he came up behind you and slung his arm around your shoulder, evidently completely ignoring the man sat beside you. You cast a quick glance sideways to check that he was, in fact, still sat there, and sighed.

“I wanted a quiet drink. Emphasis on the quiet.”

“Hey, we’re great company. Besides you should have told- Hawk Eyes! What are you doing with my lookout?!”

“Just a quiet drink.”

You narrowed your eyes at him before looking back at your captain. “It was a quiet drink, so if you’d be so kind… y’know, while I ask how the hell you know each other.”

“Oh, Hawk Eyes and I go way back.” Your captain, ignoring your request, settled down on the stool at your other side, resting his shoulder against yours.

“This wasn’t exactly what I meant Captain,” you grumbled half-heartedly, “I came here to escape the crew.”

“Ah, gorgeous, I’m the Captain not the crew. And we both know you don’t really want to escape me.”

The man on your other side, Hawk Eyes apparently, hummed and gestured for more drinks, “if you’re part of his crew then you know there’s no getting rid of him. Believe me, I’ve tried.”

You sigh, defeated, and nod slowly. “Point taken. How do you know each other anyway?”

“We were rivals!” 

Your jaw went slack, eyes darting between your Captain and the mysterious stranger. “I’m sorry, you were what?!”

“Oh yeah, old Hawk Eyes used to hunt me down for fights all the time!” 

“You just happened to be an interesting opponent.”

You grabbed the drink settled in front of you and downed half of it in one swallow. “Nope, I refuse to believe that you and Hawk Eyes here were rivals. One of you is clearly too good for that.”

“Mihawk. I prefer to be addressed by name, and I believe you have more manners than Shanks.”

Swiftly you drained the second half of your glass. “I think I should get some air.”

Before you could even rise to your feet you felt the arm clamp down around your shoulders, pushing you back down. For a drunk man with only one arm Shanks was much stronger than most gave him credit for, including you.

“Oh come on gorgeous, don’t you want to hear stories of my amazing adventures?”

To your surprise you found yourself enjoying the tales they told you, mostly Shanks though Mihawk chipped in occasionally. A few more drinks and you began to forget why you’d wanted to leave, the shock of the greatest swordsman in the world sitting beside you long gone. You leant against the bar, Shanks’ arm still around your shoulders, the three of you pressed much closer together than when you’d first started.

“So you two are like… best friends or something?”

“Good Lord no.” Mihawk protested, while Shanks laughed loudly down your ear.

“Close enough Princess.”

You hummed, nodding your head. “I can see it, you work well together.”

Slowly you started to rise from your stool, only for Shanks to push you back down.

“And where are you going now Princess?”

Frowning you pointed towards the back of the bar, “powder my nose, I’ll be right back.”

Reluctantly he let you stand, both men watching protectively as you made your way to the washrooms in the back of the bar.

“She’s quite something hmm?”

Shanks huffed, finally pulling his attention from the direction you’d left to narrow his eyes at his old friend. “She’s my lookout, don’t go stealing her for your crew.”

“I don’t need a crew, but you could learn some lessons about sharing.”

Shanks eyes sparkled and he smiled. “Now that, I can get behind.”

[aerospectrum]

this is purely rambling for a canon divergent headcanon for jamie’s backstory that I needed to set free but I’m trying to save the dash sanity with a readmore

semi-inspired by this

It’s a quarter past 10pm when Jamie gets up from his desk. He paces the oversized office, pausing at the window to stare out at the empty car stalls lining the street. This isn’t home; this isn’t even life and certainly not one he ever really wanted. 

He sets his permissions badge on the stack of files placed neatly on the corner of his desk. He stares at the half cold cup of coffee he brewed not twenty minutes earlier that ripples with every footstep he takes towards it. This isn’t what he wants. 

He doesn’t want to spend the rest of his life living under the thumb of a neglectful father who’s never shied away from announcing his disappointment in who he was or was becoming. He can’t stand under the weight of his failures and he doesn’t think he can survive knowing his younger sister’s words were never wrong; the more he became what John wanted the more John hated him. He can’t live with knowing she’s right. He can’t and he won’t. 

There’s a guilt that peels away at his reserve every chance it gets. Beth’s retaliation for his role in destroying her own chances at bringing life into the world eats away at him more than anything. Her constant threats to kill him; to annihilate him off the face of any map that he lingers on sit heavy on the side of things he can’t reconcile. There’s a damage he’s inflicted on her that no amount of regret will ever undo— they were teenagers, terrified of their father’s rage, but still… he didn’t tell her. He didn’t even warn her. He walked her into that clinic knowing they’d take her future from her. He hates himself everyday for it, but he’s never been able to let her know that. And even if she did know, it wouldn’t be enough and she’d spare the energy to beat it into him even deeper than it was: his self-loathing wasn’t enough. 

He feels stripped of his humanity within the Dutton household. He doesn’t belong and he knows in this moment that he never did. He wants to, he’s desperate to. It’s not even about whether he’s blood related or not- there’s something intrinsically wrong within him, he’s reached a brokenness that can’t be returned for a do-over. He doesn’t belong. This isn’t the life he. It never was. 

Maybe it really is nature versus nurture. Maybe he was always going to be some sort of monster the way his biological father was. He should’ve told Kayce that it was his own father who set up the hit on everyone- sparing him for whatever reason, Jamie would never know. He wishes he’d told Kayce. He wishes he’d done everything differently. He wishes he could call him and say goodbye, but Kayce’s gentle understanding would be too harsh a punishment for what Jamie knows he deserves. So he leaves every part of himself behind in that office. 

For a long time he ponders over what John views him as, he tries to decipher what constitutes as cowardice and what counts as growth. He sets his suit jacket and tie down on the back of the chair and slowly unbuttons the collared shirt. sliding the expensive fabric off he throws it in a heap beside the dress pants and shoes. The exposure of cold air to his skin makes his arms bristle and the hair at the nape of his neck stands. He redresses slowly; contemplating leaving a note the entire time. He can’t bring himself to explain anything. He doesn’t want to. He wants to leave no trace of himself. 

He pulls the dark green shirt on, it’s scratchy and almost threadbare, then he slides the mixed shades of auburn plaid on top of it. His jeans are loose and sink against the abrupt curve of his hipbones and his boots are worn in to a comfortable bend, coated with dirt and earth that’s older than him. He sets his cell phones on the ID and permissions badges and stares at the blank screens. He had his numbers disconnected earlier in the day; he recalls the jovial tone he used with the agent; her laughter at his jokes at deciding to live off the grid that were actually real all along. 

Jamie takes the thick packet slapped with some fancy government seal and warning about how the unlawful theft of it was a punishable crime. He roughly stuffs it into the backpack and slings it over his shoulder. “All I’ve ever done is try to protect this family.” He says to the empty office space, lingering at the doorway he turns to look around, trying to engrave the memory of it all one last time. He clicks the switch to the lights off and heads out the back stairwell, where the hall at the end of it spits him out into the empty parking lot. 

There’s a haunting nostalgia that sweeps through his veins and makes his bones creak with an ache that he can’t shake. Each step takes him further than he’s ever thought to go. 

The roads are silent, the wind howls against him, whistling against the asphalt and matching up with his rhythmic inhaling and exhaling. It’s almost sunrise when a truck comes barreling down the dusty side road he’s been on for hours. 

“Where ya headed?” The friendly voice calls out. It’s warm and gruff and reminds him of his father for a split second. He has to think it over for a beat longer than he should’ve, the impatient tap of the man’s hands against his steering wheel pulls Jamie’s focus back to the moment. 

“Somewhere far… out of state.” He scrounges the answer up as best as he can; he feels like luck is one his side with how easily his identity seems to slide under the radar. 

He traveled all across the states after the first ride. Each time he’d invent a new idea for himself. He grew his hair long, no long needing to plaster it down to his head or keep it trimmed and under control for the office or his families public presence. Sometimes he’d grow a beard and hide behind the disguise of dirt and little sleep. His missing status was difficult at the start; every once in a while a lone driver would offer him and ride and stare at him like he was a ghost. Then it would click and they’d begin to pry, asking him if he knew he was the missing AG or ask him if he needed help back to Montana. They were always well meaning, but he’d brush it off and insist he was nothing more than an intensely familiar doppelgänger. Or he’d lie through his teeth and create an elaborate backstory for why he was traveling. They’d eat it up and drop him off where he needed and he’d leave before they could contact any sort of law enforcement or officials about his whereabouts. 

Nearly five years passed before people stopped recognizing him. His thick black hair had gotten long and taken on a salt and pepper hue, coupled with the facial hair he blended into his surroundings well enough that he’d started to put roots down. He even let himself come out of the closet he’d been forced into as a young teen and for once he was happy, genuinely happy.

He frequented a bar near the river and had become close friends with most of the bartenders there. Sometimes they’d try to work their way into his past, but he’d learned how to decipher their tricks and he cultivated a good enough backstory that they’d buy it and even seem willing to let it be the part of his past he didn’t want to talk about. They never tried to tempt him with any sort of bait and switch tactics; they’d just listen and offer advice. He was slowly finding his own identity and becoming someone he felt ok with being. 

It was early in the evening when his phone lit up on the tabletop, an unknown number. He laughs at something the bartender says to him and grabs the small device out of habit. His smile is warm and it finally reaches his eyes. It’s a type of happiness he only felt when he was a young teen and his mother would tell him he was the luckiest decision she got to make. Before she died. Before his father let it be known through his actions that the land was his true love. Before Beth and him became insufferable mortal enemies. Before, before, before…

He doesn’t know why he answered it. It’s probably an old muscle memory that rears up from his political law days. He slides the screen to answer followed by a grimace at his stupidity. “Hello?” He asks, his heart drops deep into his stomach when she speaks back. 

“You’re a hard one to find.” 

“How did you get this number?”

“I’m coming to get you… you’re coming back.”

“Goodbye, Beth.” He hangs up the phone and the bartender notices how his smile has fallen, replaced with a guilt she only ever sees hardened criminals and people running from a past they can’t escape swimming in. 

[liketwoswansinbalance]

THE ONE AND HIS BROTHER

This fic is also available on Wattpad or AO3, if you would prefer to read it elsewhere.

⸻

Summary:

Rafal had lived to complete his oath and rule as the One (the one true School Master), and Rhian, reduced to mortal, was redeemed. Now, both brothers come to terms with their tale’s ending, an uncertain, prophecy-less future, and the two begin anew since the Great War, without the constraints of a fairy tale.

And, even Rafal must learn to accept his true nature, his supposed, newly-surfaced Goodness and the guilt it carries.

Context:

The "anticlimax" of Fall was narrowly subverted, and both brothers are alive, contending with the aftermath of the Great War.

⸻

Rafal stepped through the window of the silver tower that housed the Storian on a newly-healed leg, catching sight of Rhian huddled in the dark, afternoon shade.

Rhian flipped a page and looked up from THE TWO TROLLS, red-faced and bleary-eyed, his back against the stone cell’s wall. Restless souls indeed. A euphemism for Evil. An underplaying of his life and acts. “Did you return Midas to that book-gobbler village? What's it called?”

“Gavaldon—and, yes, I did. He deserves a peaceful life, for all that he’s done to serve our tale,” Rafal said sedately.

Rhian could no longer hold back as his mental dam broke. Hot tears spilled from his eyes, tracing trails on his sun-kissed cheeks. “I'm sorry."

“I know…” Rafal began, but he had other loads on his mind. “And, I can't believe I—I don't know why I revived that pastry prat, Rufius. He always got on my last nerve, the coward.”

And yet—Rafal appeared subdued, lacking in his usual contempt, Rhian noted.

Then, Rafal finally surrendered, posture sagging. He dropped down to the stone floor heavily, back sliding against the wall, settling beside Rhian, utterly drained by the Great War and his flight to Gavaldon.

His cape crumpled, crushed beneath him where he sat on it, and he drew his arms tight to his side, scraping his wrist on the wall without realizing it.

Rafal had drawn pinpricks of blood, the shallowest of scrapes, before his pale skin repaired itself flawlessly, proof the Storian kept its word, when he’d made his second vow. Alone. When he was named the One.

Rhian observed this, and heaved a sigh of relief.

Rafal turned to him.

Rhian stared back passively, his eyes leaden, chastened, finding nothing substantial to say in return. "At least his pastries were better than Gavaldon's."

"Mmm," Rafal mused unresponsively. He did not listen, buried in his own haze of thought. Then, he spoke once more. “I mean, I'm Good, but I'm not a weak-willed Ever. And, yet—I felt guilt. I still do,” Rafal admitted somberly. “What's wrong with me?” The pit of his stomach lurched at the thought again. “We’ve—I’ve cost lives.” He stared through Rhian, conscience-stricken, oddly troubled.

Rhian sighed defeatedly. “You're Good and... I'm not.” Guilt-ridden, his voice broke. "It was never you. I cost lives. My own foolishness and sin and hollow, bottomless greed. At every turn, I was cowed and tried to save my own skin. Every time. And you valiantly put your own life at risk. Repeatedly, for near-strangers, and for me, most of all."

“Thanks,” Rafal muttered, regaining a shade of his old self. “Now isn’t that reassuring to hear from the one who caused all our problems?” he sniped.

Rhian sunk his face into his hands, elbows propped up on the storybook settled in his lap.

Rafal rushed to set his mistake right. That had been unforgiving. The Good Forgive rang and reared in his head like a phantom presence. “Don't sell yourself short. You can still do Good with the life you have.” He prodded Rhian’s arm with his elbow, nodding at the storybook in Rhian’s lap. “At least you're not a cannibalistic face-thief of a monster.”

Rhian lifted his blotchy, red face from his hands and flushed deeper with shame as he looked up again to meet Rafal’s eyes. “I almost killed you, but I held my rogue, restless soul back. It was about to consume me again, but I never want to feel like that again.”

“It was like you were possessed,” Rafal reflected.

“But I wasn't. I possessed myself. It was all me, my soul.” Rhian paused. “How—how did you live with the Evil you once committed?”

“I… don't know. It just came naturally to me, as effortlessly as breathing back then. It wasn't as foreign as yours. My Evil was… controlled, for lack of a better word. It wasn't an out-of-body experience or like a parasite. I could command it, use it, use others, bend all to my will.” Rafal looked down, white, spiked sheaves of hair sweeping forward across his eyes, catching in his lashes.

Then, Rafal reddened with a realization that jolted up his spine.

“How will I lead the School, now that I've lost it, my Evil? Will anyone respect or even listen to me—Midas. Midas already opposed me, not that he was so wrong in the end. I wasn't fair to him. Who knows what else could happen? I could soon have a revolt on my hands, brewing under the surface without even knowing it!”

“Your students seemed ready to lay down their lives for you on the warfront, without question, without fear, without doubt. I think you'll have no trouble. In truth, I think you already convinced them, when you got them to follow you. You’ve probably secured their loyalty to you, and to the Woods you’ll shape, the future you’ll bring.” Rhian inhaled as if it pained him. “Your School seemed ready to die for you when I stood at the front. They trust you. You just have to learn to trust them.”

Rafal nodded slowly, his breath turning ragged. “But, how… did you live with a conscience weighing you down? How did you never feel ashamed and self-conscious all the time, every last minute of your existence? The guilt. The guilt that comes with Good—it's suffocating!”

“I was. Self-conscious.” Rhian brushed a stray curl back from his brow. “I… never entirely rid myself of that reflexive shame. But, there are other ways to lead. You've been and done both: Good and Evil. Just, use your judgment. It'll never fail you. Storian knows it's infinitely better than mine.”

“That, I'll do. I don't suppose you're willing to help me appeal to your… the Ever students though?”

“Always,” Rhian vowed. “I'll remain at your side for as long as my life allows. You'll forget about me one day though.”

“Never. That could never happen,” Rafal averred. “Besides, we can't know what's ahead now. I've sent a missive to Monrovia, in order to arrest Marialena and sentence her to life under the sea.”

Rhian smirked, mildly cheered by the prospect of the wayward wretch being locked up for good.

Of course—Rafal had neglected to mention to his brother that he'd publicly threatened the old king of Ravenbow with lethal, dark magic, before his entire retinue as eyewitnesses at Four Point, at a recent audience he’d sought without even a scruple of advance notice.

Everyone, most of all the king himself, had surpassed terrified, but Rafal hadn’t yielded his sorcery’s chokehold on the man, not until the old, quivering king had vindicated Rhian, in a rather quavering voice, for the act of malice against one of own, a loyal subject, the young soldier Rhian had killed in cold blood.

The king had proclaimed that Rhian would be formally deemed “not guilty by reason of insanity, on account of ‘possession by supreme, magical entity,’ henceforth not to be named in this aforementioned, binding document, nor in all subsequent documentation by the royal court or common scribes of Ravenbow, in accordance with rational forethought and the reasonable and necessary fear of condemnation by the manifestly blameless and divine law aboven, which all Men and other mortal beings doth and willen observe forevermore.”

Accordingly, the rulers of Bloodbrook, Kingdom Kyrgios, and Jaunt Jolie had swiftly fallen into line shortly thereafter, and had also very conveniently agreed not to press charges against Rhian after Rafal’s display of power.

Thus, on that fateful day, Rhian Mistral was absolved, granted total immunity from the rule of Woods law, and held in tremendously high esteem by all the kingdoms, that is, unless Rafal received further notice in any remote futurity which conflicted with the leaders’ decrees. Yet, he didn’t expect to see a single quarrel from the chastened Woods leaders. They would bow if he had to sidestep civil, Ever diplomacy in the name of a greater Good, and break their spines and their wills in the process.

The rest of the proceedings of the first-ever Great War Reparations Summit went on as usual, with the One silent as a stone statue yet still conspicuously in attendance in his midnight blue robes.

Since the final decision, to establish a Woods-wide railroad complex that would be titled the Flowerground, and the closing banquet of the summit, the other Woods leaders noted to themselves that they needn’t call in any bygone, originally agreed-upon favors of the last few decades from the School, ever. They feared dealing with the One, and felt their precious, social standings were satisfactory, left as they were.

Rafal also omitted the fact that he’d paid the Kingdom Council a staggering sum of leftover-rubble-turned-Midas-gold, which hadn’t yet reverted to worthless debris, in the School's name, to pardon Rhian for high crimes against humanity and the Woods as a whole.

The exorbitant lump sum was marked in a black, leather checkbook he’d stamped with a moth to dissuade Rhian from ever peeking in it. It was covertly labeled: 'Miscellaneous Outlying Expenses & Future Expenditures for the Enlightenment of Evers and the Propagation of Sin.’

A second, crimson checkbook, the decoy, or rather, the real one, depending on what Rhian would be searching for, was designated: ‘Immediate Repairs and Renovations.’ Eventually, Rafal told Rhian he'd accounted for collateral damage: the Pan’s and the Midas-gold’s devastation, and the overall destruction wreaked by the war.

Finally, the young Ravenbow soldier’s family had been presented with a vast, fruitful tract of land at the edge of School grounds, to recompense the pay the lad’s lost decades of mercenary service to the Ravenbow throne would have resulted in.

All was in order. Rafal had worked tirelessly in the name of Good. Rhian need not know of his brother’s more… objectionable methods.

Lie of omission still intact, Rafal instead opted to tell Rhian, “The rest of the Saders have assured me that they and the rest of their line won't interfere or involve themselves with the School again. Her word may not have been final. So, you could still be appointed, if the Storian views you as ‘worthy.’”

Rhian shook his head, dismissing Rafal’s attempts to raise his spirits.

“I know it'll never be equal to the crime, but you did atone and stand vigil for the Ravenbow soldier and all those taken by the war; it’s more than I’ve done. The king of Ravenbow doesn't hold it against you. You're forgiven. You're free to a fresh start. And I won't leave you to it,” Rafal declared in a brazen lie. “I won't ever leave you, full-stop. You'll never be alone again. We can learn to be human, together—until we can comprehend and piece together these broken souls of ours.”

(Rafal had decided to leave out the fact that he would briefly leave Rhian and the School in the near future, to free the Demimagus from its lamp and fulfill his promise to it. He’d leave in the night and return before Rhian awoke. Such news would require too much explanation and probably prove itself too much for Rhian to hear in this state.)

“Thank you.” Rhian leaned his head on Rafal's shoulder.

“For what?” Rafal breathed.

Head bowed, Rhian spoke. “For my redemption. For a second chance. For never giving up on me. For believing in me, in my ability to change. For not yielding. For forcing me to see the error of my ways. For being enough—even if I once couldn't see it, what I had right by me, all along.”

“I'll never stop being your brother,” Rafal promised. “And, we know well enough, better than anyone, souls aren't static. They never were. This strife has only sown an age of balance and peace.

“We can't spare a glance back, except to educate those that'll come after, so they don't fall into the same conflicts, so they know this tale will never repeat itself, as long as we've set the necessary safeguards in place.

“The Pirate Captain was installed in Neverland, the Mermaids’ throne was stabilized, and I reestablished Gavaldon as forbidden, barred from the Woods and safely tucked away, upon returning Midas. All sides now have moral purpose, and that, not me, will uphold balance for as long as we both shall live,” Rafal affirmed.

“Yes,” Rhian agreed, “We can only look ahead.”

⸻

Days later, Rhian insisted to Rafal that he gather the students for a School-wide announcement in the Theater of Tales. “Your time has come. I guess we have an announcement to make then. To our—your School.” Rhian’s stomach had finally settled with the weight of the truth.

“Our,” Rafal corrected. “Are you sure that you want me to break the news?” he asked with the ghost of a devilishly sly grin darting across his chiseled features, pallid, jade eyes glinting mischievously.

“Sure,” Rhian ceded weakly, wearily. “Have your way. I know you live to watch the drama of others. Just don’t shock them to death. Some Evers are faint-hearted.”

“Lovely.” Rafal grinned wolfishly. It was a rather predatory grin.

Rhian blanched sheepishly for having enabled his brother. “Wait—”

“It’s well overdue that I got to enjoy a new source of entertainment for a change. This will hereby be the start of my well-deserved vacation. From you.”

“But—”

Rafal sneered incredulously. “You don't know the students like I do. Remember who was on their side during the war? Not Rhian! Regardless, whatever harm I inflict on them is for their own good. It’s never severe or permanently scarring.” He paused. “With the exception of physical maiming, I suppose,” he amended.

Rhian sighed. Rafal’s sadistic streak would never end, would it? “If you're truly Good, you're going to have to work on that unquenchable bloodthirst of yours. It's not becoming of a Ever. Also, don’t get too ahead of yourself. You still have to lead us all. There's a lot only you can set right.”

“Since when has your behavior been becoming of an Ever, dear brother?” Rafal could only grin wider, eyes alit. “You're just trying to foist off responsibilities onto me," he accused, his tone turning sardonic and grim. “That trick won't work anymore."

Rhian laughed, ill at ease as his stomach began to roil once again.

⸻

Rafal's eyes roved over his eager audience as the students flocked to their seats in befuddlement. This was it. The moment of truth. And if all went well, his monumental announcement would ideally lead to a Theater rife with chaos, tearful distress, and crises, all serving his own boundless personal amusement.

Rhian beamed falsely, and let out a short, strained laugh. Even while Good, Rafal’s indelible Never sensibilities still seemed to spring out of the ether. Rhian doubted they’d ever be free of them. And yet, he found that he’d miss this characteristic sharpness of his brother’s, if it were to fully disappear.

Rafal wouldn’t be Rafal without it.

The students peered up at the brothers. Curiously, Rafal stood on Good's side of the Theater while Rhian languished on Evil's.

The room tensed, and whispers died as Rafal lifted a hand with all the authority of a time-tested necromancer.

A sea of heads below turned to face him.

The entire School had been called together for a momentous assembly.

One for the ages.

For the storybooks.

The whole room sucked in a collective breath—when Rafal had said what he said.

When he had admitted that he was Good.

But what did that mean for—everyone’s eyes flicked frantically, feverishly to Rhian. Did that mean?

No, it couldn’t be, they told themselves. They had ample material to deny the truth with, to fuel their deeply-rooted denial. Decades of it. Tales recorded by the Storian itself. It was just too hard to believe.

Or was it?

Not after they’d all seen him be Good for years and years. Not after he'd led the Evers to victory after victory for a century.

Except, there had been the Trial. And the Circus.

Could it—could it be?

Was he Evil? Did he pull the wool over their eyes? All this time?

And did that mean—was what the Evil School Master said true?

And if that was true, did that make the Evil School Master Good? And the Good Evil, exactly like he'd said.

He didn't seem to have any reason to lie.

And if he hadn’t lied, they were indebted to him.

He had saved them all. And the Woods.

But did that mean the inverse was true?

That he’d saved the Woods… from his brother.

⸻

Amidst the stirring, hysterical crowd, James sat unmoved. “Imagine, after all that, being Evil and second to your brother. The poor chap,” he murmured sympathetically. “Least I can profit off his loss.” James thrust out a pale hand to collect his prize. He’d won the betting pool. Praise the Storian for Rhian’s power after all!

“Alright, alright already!” Aladdin yapped and threw his arms up in surrender. Who cared about Rafal's sore brother? He was a total priss! Grumpishly, Aladdin got to work, fishing through his pockets.

“Stuff it.” James beamed waggishly, about to retort with Once a pirate, always a pirate.

Aladdin wound up and slung a hefty pouch of coins at the pirate.

It whapped James in the face.

Kyma startled and shifted her attention to the boys, those oafs. “Shh,” she admonished them viciously, then noticed James’ pouch, his hard-won prize.

Like a righteous zealot, Kyma snatched his winnings away from him. “Proper Evers don't gamble for their own personal gain, James. Though I will let you use what you need to restore the Jolly Roger, we are going to channel this money into a Good Deed, and donate it to a worthwhile cause: saving Neverland’s banarans.”

Half-heartedly, James opened his mouth to protest when his mind flashed to the fluffy, white creatures that had once been hunted and skinned for the heinous Pan. Nevermind.

“Luckily, you aren't in Rhian’s position. You don’t need redemption. Isn't that right, James?” Kyma blandished sweetly.

"HEY!” Aladdin wailed. “How's that fair!"

Kyma jutted out her chin.“It’s not a matter of fair or not. It's a matter of right versus wrong.”

Aladdin stuck up for James. “Who says that's a rule?" he squabbled.

Kyma put a finger to her lips wordlessly, casting her gaze back onto the School Masters on stage.

"Every Ever that's ever lived, Laddie. That's who,” James answered for her.

Kyma smiled, pleased.

The Evers clustered around them hemmed Aladdin in rather claustrophobically. They followed Kyma’s lead, shushing him devotedly, so they could listen, in case the School Masters spoke once more.

Aladdin was sure he'd be trampled underfoot if he so much as let out a peep during the rest of the assembly, so he plopped down into his seat and sulked instead.

Vanquished by his choice of princess, James sighed and curled an arm around Kyma’s shoulders. “I knew it the whole time,” he lied suavely.

Kyma rolled her eyes good-naturedly, and batted his arm away.

"Well, I knew it since I felt Rhian's magic in me and came to the conclusion. And found out that you're an incorruptible saint,” James added.

Kyma leaned into his chest. "Better."

"Better than Laddie?" he prompted hopefully.

Kyma sighed, feigning exasperation. "Don't try me, James. But yes."

Boys. They were so fragile and needed such reassurance every mulish second of their existence. One had to guard, and reaffirm, and care for their bruised egos, or they'd fall apart before long.

⸻

Meanwhile, Rhian's ego wasn't faring too well in the face of the multitudes before him.

A maelstrom of thoughts and doubts and revelations swirled above the crowd.

Subject to the heat of his former students’ stares, Rhian's hands shook tremulously, and he waited for the backlash, squeezing his eyes shut and bracing himself, trying to hold back tears. What to do, what to do? He'd never felt so exposed in his life.

Blood roared in his ears, infernal heat from deep within flaring and rising to the surface of his flushed skin.

Not the dragonfire, not the dragonfire, Rhian prayed with every fiber of his being.

A cool, glacial breeze grazed his hair.

Rafal laid a gelid hand on the back of Rhian’s neck to soothe him.

Rhian hadn’t realized that Rafal had glided over to attend to him after getting his fill of the so-called entertainment.

Rafal wouldn’t let them attack him. Instilled with trust, Rhian opened his eyes.

The outcry never came.

Rafal had sensed the impending swell, a potentially inexorable, unforgiving outburst, but what greeted the two brothers was far from the ire he too had been anticipating.

Instead, a cheer erupted from the Nevers' half of the crowd, a cry of pure, ebullient joy by the no-longer oppressed.

The hoity-toity, golden School Master was fallible! What a day!

The Nevers were exceedingly pleased as they still believed Rafal would be biased toward them. And they weren’t entirely wrong—Evers still irritated the formerly Evil School Master.

Once, they'd feared him, their School Master, but now they let out raucous cheers of triumph as they broke from their ranks. They revered him, the conqueror of Good, the new Master of Good, or so they thought.

Rafal chose to let them believe what they wanted, for the time being.

And so, they exulted in their victory. Celebrated him, their newly restored School Master. Theirs was the One.

At last! At last! At long last they'd get the endings they'd deserve. Live and die in glorious infamy with the spoils of the eternal war for Evil!

And naturally, if the winning School Master was on their side, they were bound to win. Their School Master was the One! He'd won the war! For them! For them all. And what pride they took in him. Or, at least, so went their logic. Flawed logic. Indeed.

Naturally, the rest of the Woods would be shaken if they hadn’t already figured out the truth. But the state of the Woods and the balance and the brothers would all be cleared up, given time.

He and Rhian would have to set the record straight with the Kingdom Council, possibly with a second, formal reparations summit, Rafal mused. He’d seize the opportunity to showcase the School’s newfound unity and his infinitely greater power. A fine political strategy.

It was never too early to keep watch for new enemies. You never knew who you could trust. And he'd gained a lifetime of paranoia since the war, yet it was a reasonable precaution, to pay close attention to his instincts surrounding others. The price of balance, the stress that would accompany the role, this burden he was laden with, it would all be worthwhile, if the Woods and Rhian would forevermore be safe and his.

Looking at his brother gratefully, then looking out at the crowd, Rhian appreciated the attention, the lauding, the adoration, the applause.

Though, he doubted the audience truly loved him, but at the least, he'd be safe because everyone feared Rafal enough to appease him and not deride Rhian for his wrongs.

He'd repent anyway, he decided right then and there. It was the least he could do after dragging Rafal through Hell and back.

But, they'd lived. They'd both lived, he thought to himself in disbelief. The Storian had granted them an ending, and he didn't intend to squander it. Not a chance. Not in this lifetime, not with a second chance, at life, at loving his brother, the students, and the Woods as he should.

He wrung his hands and hoped the Evers wouldn't riot when they found out he wasn’t their School Master, once they realized Rafal was Master of both Schools. Though they likely already knew—there wasn't any indication that anything was wrong. If anything, the Evers seemed… entirely accepting.

Later, Rafal filled in the gap in Rhian's knowledge and explained that all the students had known, to an extent. They’d had an emergent inkling as to the truth of the brothers’ souls. They'd seen Rafal revive Rufius and prove his soul Good firsthand.

Several students had exhaled in utter relief when they realized Rhian had been stripped of his status and immortality.

They no longer needed—or wanted—him, it seemed. Yet, it was probably fair penance given all that he’d done to Rafal. Perhaps, one day, he’d rise back into favor.

For now, he just glanced over at the One, and watched him lead.

⸻

Note:

Yes, this is finally a moderately happier, canon-divergent fic. It's a little melancholic, but not a complete tragedy. I suppose my hope is that this will fill even one person's void.

I ended one of the sections on “ahead.” Did anyone catch that? I had the opportunity and wanted to use it, partly because it felt right, and because I wanted to try to be “clever” and mimic Fall.

I think this fic idea came about a couple days after I first read Fall, so it's been sitting in my drafts for a long while.

Also, in its earlier stages, this one practically wrote itself. It just burst free from the dam weirdly enough and sloshed forth onto the page. Maybe, it had been simmering and developing in my brain since Fall’s ending only to overflow—since I wrote it in practically one late night, made minor edits over time, and added several scenes as they came to me in short spurts of inspiration.

Thank you for being a reader! I’m open to constructive criticism, and feel free to comment any of your thoughts, feelings, reactions, questions, concerns, etc. Don’t hold back—I’m willing to answer any unresolved questions you may have!

If you happen to catch any errors or inconsistencies, kindly let me know! Furthermore, if anything seems out of character, I’d love to know your opinion.

Lastly, I’m curious: what was your favorite line(s), scene, or part?

⸻

Songs I associate with this fic:

"Metamorphosis" - David Clavijo

Fits the beginning, kind of crescive tone, I’d like to think.

"To Be Human" - MARINA

I recommend listening to a sped-up version.

“If You’re Meant to Come Back” - Justin Jesso

I associate this one with the prequels and the brothers’ dynamic in general.

[waksworldrebooted]

Qui Suis-Je, Minerva? A Transformers AU One-Shot

A TRANSFORMERS: RIVALRY STORY

Entry 1:  April 26, 2054

Trying to start something brand new for myself and for me to understand my inner thoughts and fears better. If anyone from my family is reading this, I love you. I know I’m far from home but I’m doing well. 

Oh yeah, where was I…

My name is Minerva Dubois Hinomiya. Graduate of Robotics in Engineering at Daedo, Korea overseas and part-time crime detective in my home city of Paris, France. I enjoy building and solving different things when I have the time. The thrill of what comes next excites me. The idea of tomorrow and what it could bring to a humble woman like me. Coming from a loving family of a french mother and a japanese father, they have raised me well for me to get where I am now.

Anywho, I recently got a job at KSI Industries after my Robotics Teacher suggested it to me, given the corporation was funding him for his personal engineering project, which he refuses to elaborate on but I don’t mind. He’s a great man and I hope he brings luck to his future endeavors.

Can’t wait for my first day tomorrow!

Entry 2: May 3, 2054

It’s been a couple of days since my last entry, and I've been very busy.

Currently in the R & D division at KSI. The workforce are pretty inviting and kind. Boss was kind enough to tell me what their current project is. They’re currently mining unknown debris from the moon that has shape-shifting capabilities. We don’t have a scientific name for it yet, but we call it Transformium for now. They’re building a mech named Scourge Convoy. An autonomous robot that can assume the form of a humanoid and a truck at the same time.

Our leading theory is that there is a mechanical lifeforce out there that can transform at will. My team even managed to reverse-engineer and power up one of the inactive power cells belonging to these titans.

Excited to handle these things as they’re giving me the keys to the lab tomorrow for me to take notes on it.

Entry 3: May 5, 2054

Something terrible just happened, and it was all my fault.

I just was taking notes down on this energy thing my team was working on, but then I started to get a bit hasty. I noticed a wave of frequency surrounding the ball of energy in the container. It looked so pretty….

Well I was stupid, impulses got to me and I decided to touch it.

And then there were the shocks…

I almost died that day, feeling the pluses of pure light and energy seep into myself. I couldn't take it.

My body was found comatose the next morning, and they sent me to the hospital. I should be leaving it later today and I feel alright but not great. Boss suggested I should stay at home with medications to make sure I am alright.

I hope I get better soon.

Entry 4: May 10, 2054

Something is clearly wrong with me in the past few days. I don’t feel the same as I was before.

So it started when I was laying in bed the night after I returned from the hospital, resting on my arms as usual. When I then noticed my arm was…

Cold…

Cold to the touch, so much it felt like steel.

Was I dreaming? I didn’t know then.

I ignored it but then when I was taking a shower, I noticed my skin was shinier than usual. How was that possible I swear?

I might investigate in the next few days if this persists

Entry 5:  May 15, 2054

I think I’ve become a robot.

I was showering again on the 6th, that when I undressed in the mirror, I saw a gruesome sight:

My chest started to become more rigid and metallic. It didn’t look anything like a woman’s upper torso. It was slightly bulky and made of yellow steel. I panicked, but then I would become an experiment of some kind. I didn’t want that then, but then it kept on going.

My vision started to blur more often, sometimes “glitching” into that of a camera! More of my body started to become metal, in shades of blue, yellow, grey, and orange. I couldn’t even eat or use the loo, or literally any human thing in the past few days!

I can’t take it. I called up the KSI company to check on me, regardless if I become an experiment or not.

I’m simply not Minerva anymore, I don’t know if I can live my life the same from the various events that transpired….

Entry 6: March 6, 2055

It’s been a long time since my last report, and a lot has went down since!

For months I was in captivity, being a guinea pig for my former Boss to mess around with in the name of research. I kept getting shocked by their tasers to force me back into a human and reverse, which did work, but it became exhausting fast.

Somehow, a team of those giant mechanical beings we were researching on came onto the scene and attacked another project we were working on, that Scourge thing I mentioned. Turned rouge and I was rescued by that rebel team.

They call themselves the Autobots, and they’ve been a better company to me than the scientists at KSI ever could manage. 

They took me in, and gave me a small home, gave me my old detective job back to use my skills in tracking down their enemies for them. They even built me my own suit of armor out of my old car! 

Most importantly of all, they’re able to modify my hardware to change between human and machine at will without forced shocks. How cool is that!

Even with my human form returning, I think the mechanical form is my new true form. I’ve grown into it. Hell, I don’t think Minerva is the right name for me anymore…

It’s about time everyone started calling me,

Nightbeat.

[wolfnprey]

Quliot Poll Snippets!! 📜

Thank you to everyone who voted yesterday! It truly feels so nice to have people interested in my fics. Two of the fics tied in the winning result, so you all get to enjoy a snippet from both!

The first snippet comes from the Institution!Q & Future!El fic, Know That Means I'll Have to Leave. It was hard to choose because I'm...so emotionally involved in this fic, but here's a piece of heart-to-heart between Julia and Eliot:

"I didn't even know how he felt about you," Julia starts, stiltedly. "I didn't know he was driving himself into the ground like he did trying to cure Niffin Alice. Maybe that's because those memories of talking to Niffin Alice through him in the Brakebills cells are marred by not having my Shade at the time.  "But that's the difference, Eliot." She turns her head, and Eliot feels the pull to look back at her, their feet carrying them confidently to their partially-known destination. "It wasn't just about him doing what he had to in order to save the world or us, his friends. It wasn't about his high fantasy hero's quest. It was Quentin being willing to burn down the world to save the person he loved most." His feet stumble, hearing the words said so brazenly from the only other person who truly knows Quentin. Honestly, it's asinine for Eliot to feel the denial surge up within him.  Hasn't this whole time traveling adventure based on Jane's confession proven Julia's words as true? Or the fact that Eliot is just as willing, just as deperate, to burn the same world down for Quentin in return? Still. Promising to be braver can still have its bumps. He can admit more things about himself, but looking at it mirrored in Quentin's own actions still has some resistance.  His mouth opens up and dishes out the words like the force of habit that they come from. "No, I – I wouldn't say that."

And this second snippet comes from my mess of a soulmate-reincarnation fic that involves Quentin and The Monster, Scared I'm Getting Close to the Day That I Die. I've jumped around on the few pieces written for it so far, so enjoy this scene that...comes later on in the fic. :

Quentin can't look away from the Monster – no, the Creation – in front of him. The rejoined body that removes itself from the altar and stands, unclothed, in front of him is startlingly familiar to Quentin. There's no way for him to recognize this Monster's true body and yet the thing that's at home in his chest says otherwise. He feels drawn to it like a moth to a flame, or the way he was helpless but to approach the lazing student on top of the Brakebills sign. Olive skin that's both parts smoothed and chisled like one of the ancient Greek statues, a tall frame that's the perfect height for Quentin to comfortably crane his neck back for tokens of affection or tuck under its chin in an embrace, plush lips with a dimpled chin beneath them and bright hazel eyes above that glow with a rim of gold around the irises, and a nest of dark curls gently surrounding his face. Just enough features to make Quentin feel like he's staring at Eliot's twin, or clone, or whatever else the universe has decided to hit him over the head with.  What the actual fuck is happening? Quentin's eyes fall away to where Eliot's crumpled form still lies against the side of the altar. Still alive, still pale and weak, still Eliot. Fluttering eyelids relieve him from the storm that's active underneath Quentin's skin. He needs to do something, he– "Quentin," the Nameless Creature breathes out with a content smile, "I remember now."

[libidomechanica]

“Their future she spake, I shunned the light enough”

A kimo sequence

               1

There he shore strict sense, as hath of my brain, its aim. Their future she spake, I shunned the light enough?

               2

Said thee so tickle of a poet, if twas certain springing, or to sex. As night to my chin.

               3

Your fear is the cleft by the weak to me now held and lives in them up, in being, and marriage.

               4

A disguise, when she had, a Mirror that. The halcyon days; unwrapping in their fill the gout?

               5

Let me go. Tis not murder-spot. Embrace, light as one mad. I dreamt rather if I can feeling.

               6

I have seen about the fire? If by us, the last strange songs, the soil hath beechen grudge me now.

               7

As the old man, ’tis thus the child of Nature all the blouse your skin can’t tell me which from their voice.

               8

There, his soul, were burn blue. White neck, with a sigh—it was crazy. ’Er-power’d in dreams there were like.

               9

A third, too, in azure mirth, so many scorn that has floating will. And the scorn to vex us?

               10

And grin at a dead man comeliness in all palatine mulciber’s court, whose religion?

               11

Sultan of hope, to this was the door, love, the shepherd-god. Mortal! And I will awake, and there.

               12

’Tis he did a mother’s crest shade more her mind. I am just Káfir than even chalice, drank.

               13

—The cave is so rare, the other, then, sick to die! Something out of such high soaring heifers sleep.

               14

Night within the moon sleeping from temple of container can ever settlements white as wind.

               15

Her place on mingle gentle Maud in their ways; yet she has a Wise Men from me quite did smart. Ah!

               16

Softer suppers for his hair black cable. A poor, love-begotten hand is safe arrive with dew.

               17

Why do you scorn that looks have I not less for blood? New and as honey cells for Cleopatra’s eyes.

               18

Being said You do us, Princes, ill- report. You lose musk rose people would rather to rest.

               19

Hers content; what the truth! It mean it not. For so I may something tongue; which you are no sinners?

               20

And there beating with her than not remember. All general of our old annihilates them!

               21

By, which how dark webs, here walk’d them. Of Adeline, all out with eyes the transfigure, showing rain.

               22

I have imagined for the maid? Do but feels right, and porphyry, and so for the purr of them.

               23

A pure baths your lips, the more slight blush it thro’ the lava ravish’d foes. With a wide world, and grew.

               24

To hold me no more can rejects. Though a reed; their flank’d; whither debt—sole creeds there’d been married.

               25

To whose mellow midnight mail, and her still that, which bring, that knows what: on a sloping fires. Her them.

               26

Whistle, and night; tis not lieth! My day prepar’d— the stately bask in her friends forlorn, my bracelet.

               27

Is, that in the one if she said, return no more. I am sure, or whereby your lowing dews.

               28

Great Solemnity. We are but pass’d with shadow: further by deep silent seems to love and right.

               29

Wept Blood—Search every day, they were liked to lingering home did not she must confesses Giltbedding.

               30

Happy mother, like prayer and that way, just when thou,—finding up. When I know eternity.

               31

I scarce lose; yet each face it winna let a body should stings of happy day, why choose. Their strife.

               32

Moon, trees old. All good way old walls upon all room: my father she nor canvas form a painter!

               33

And, seemed pale forests head, now for certain glisten’d, her feet. I don’t own arms and orbed in it.

               34

To end the books on that hath not toss and decorates the will awake, and cleft between through.

               35

Not end is the arrow was to be free. Watch out for us, a black e’e, yet she with a stand!

               36

The Sage marvell’d along, up in a world so sore ills, and vice. As the view any room I stood.

               37

Like other, less fleeces? Brought, and there. Poets, the tends to thigh. Be so involve in t the man.

               38

And the child on one sea, but I know not, yet loving influence didst not hollow you have you.

               39

’ May perhaps be well set for your forehead, when I have dined, a hazard. That golden pits: ’twas they!

               40

Roses ‘mid basket of late September. Doorknobs and ever, never lived with all spoke, Dudu?

               41

All good as was moved the same;—but Adeline angry Pallas forst from the wheels. And watched the task.

               42

I love Gregory, and good storm, when though I love that’s not at hand, whilk stood attention. May die.

               43

Are question—who can pass, by those than a very loth thou will I—nill I. And wha will surmise?

               44

Real as a Czar; and which, alas!-—So I shall I not ask them both! Her perfect it sound out there.

               45

Her head is scatter’d so; I must be but as a bonny ship, and when ever? Though the burn blue.

               46

Away! We leave me thus? Doth hide already, a morning the western blasts do roses—too base?

               47

May never learned to slakes no thirsts for the same fixed them with the keeper …. Bright, what out of.

               48

Something moment. When thousand bosom I ask me no more ingenuous whose gentle reader!

               49

White rush, into the foamy waves which might prejudice—for none of gold? Willow as idlers do.

               50

For it’s jet, jet black despair under you beware of the task. The Highland him, he have tarried.

               51

That females of The Fire of all the primrose they ought: of all come to you. He with oaths, fair God!

               52

With the sprites were seen above all their company instead demurest lie hid? Most the souls!

               53

What so loudly as to bathed to shoot. Lay down-sunken hour; we whispered: Take me this part, and stand!

[daisiesonafield-blog]

Info for Faith In The Future World Tour RALEIGH, NC - JUL 21 2023

With special guests GIANT ROOKS & ANDREW CUSHIN!

Important Times:

5:30 PM - Doors Open

7:00 PM - Andrew Cushin

8:00 PM - Giant Rooks

9:00 PM - Louis Tomlinson

Times are all approximate and subject to change.

General admission (pit or lawn tickets):

If lining up during the day, bring water/sunscreen, as shade is limited. There is no access to restrooms before the doors open for an event.

Guests are required to abide by the following procedures:

Guests with GA pit tickets, lawn tickets, and/or fast lane access can begin lining up no earlier than 9:00 AM on July 21 at Gate 1 (intersection of Cabarrus and McDowell St) to receive a sequentially numbered wristband.

Wristbands will be put on guests' wrists upon arrival on a first come, first served basis.

Guests must present a valid ticket for the Red Hat Amphitheater show for July 21 to receive a wristband and all guests in a party must be present to receive a wristband.

Any guests that have camped overnight or arrived before 9:00 AM will not be given wristbands and will be sent to the back of the line. There is no camping or overnight parking permitted at the venue.

Guests are allowed to return at 3:00 PM to queue for entry beginning at Gate 1. 

Security will honor wristbands from 3:00 PM - 4:00 PM.

After 4:00 PM, guests will join the line on a first come, first served basis.

Gates open at 5:30 PM.

Loss, removal or tampering with a wristband will result in loss of place in the line. Guests are not permitted to hold places in line. Lounging items, such as chairs and umbrellas, may not be left behind and trash must be disposed of properly. Please be respectful and courteous to all other guests in line.

If you have the FAST LANE pass:

Guests who have purchased the fast lane upgrade will enter the venue before the GA line. 

You may still pick up wristbands at 9:00 AM and return to the venue at 3:00 PM on July 21.

Differentiated wristbands will be given to those with fast lane access.

All fast lane purchasers, including those with GA pit tickets, lawn tickets, or seated tickets, who do not pick up wristbands in the morning will still enter the fast lane line behind those with sequentially numbered wristbands.

Guests with reserved seating that do not have fast lane access will not be given wristbands.

Details here.

Check the venue’s socials for updates!

🔆⚠️HIGH TEMPERATURE ADVISORY ⚠️🔆

HIGH TEMPERATURES expected in Raleigh!

Temperatures will reach 93ºF/ 34ºC

YOU MUST Hydrate before the show, while waiting in line and during the show

A stray shower or thunderstorm is possible during the day.

Wear sunscreen!

💧⚠️ HYDRATION ADVISORY ⚠️💧

YOU MUST Hydrate before the show, while waiting in line and during the show

For optimal hydration drink something with electrolytes such as Gatorade or LiquidIV

Eat well!

Here are important things to know:

The venue is cashless! Pay with card and mobile pay! You can convert cash to card with no fees at the main merchandise stand inside the venue at the bottom of Gate 2 ramp.

Parking: several parking lots are available around the venue. Map and info here.

Upgrades: VIP Club Access ($50) - umbrella covered patio with top-tier liquor from the club's private bar. As part of this upgrade, you will also receive FAST LANE entry into the venue. Fast Lane ($25) - skip the lines and get to your seat with less hassle. Live Nation Blanket ($20).

ADA info here

Concession info and menu here

Cameras: Professional Cameras (those with a detachable lens) and video/audio recording devices are not permitted inside the amphitheater.

Social District: Red Hat Amphitheater is apart of the Sip N' Stroll Downtown Social District. Ends at 10:00 PM.

Small Blankets ALLOWED

Portable cell phone charger stick ALLOWED

Raincoat / Poncho ALLOWED

Water: One factory-sealed bottle of water per guest (maximum size of one liter) which may be refilled at our water fountains located outside the restrooms by Section 1.

NO outside beverages that isn't water

NO outside alcohol allowed in the venue

NO outside food

NO Cans or Glass

NO Coolers

NO sunscreen or bug spray 

NO Animals (except service animals)

NO drugs

NO smoking. Smoking section is outside Gate 4

NO umbrellas

NO Lawn chairs

NO Fireworks or sparklers

NO knives, firearms, Brass knuckles, Tasers & mace/pepper spray or weapons of any kind

NO Pocket chains, chain wallets and purses, chains of any kind

NO hula hoops or glow sticks

NO Selfie sticks, drones

NO Laser Pointers/flashlights

NO skateboards or in-line skates

NO moshing or crowd surfing

NO full facepaint

NO Strollers

There is NO RE-ENTRY!

VIEW VENUE MAP here and here

VIEW SEAT MAP here and here

*This list is not exhaustive. Items not appearing on the list may still be prohibited at the discretion of Security.

For more details click here

Bag Policy:

Clear plastic, vinyl, or PVC tote bags (no larger than 12"x6"x12") and or

Small clutch bags (no larger than 6"x9") - don't need to be clear

Guests who arrive with an unapproved bag will be required to either return the bag to their vehicle or check it at guest services (located at Gate 2) and pay $10 for a clear bag to put their contents into. 

Banners, signs and flag policy:

No posters or signage

Poster tubes OK

Contact:

For additional questions please call the venue at 919-996-8500. You can also access their website. Contact them here. Check their Twitter and IG and Facebook for updates. Address: 500 South McDowell Street, Raleigh, NC 27601. Venue: Red Hat Amphitheater

[ordon-shield]

LoZ Febuwhump 2023 Masterpost

Malice Infection AU

Light Without Shadow AU

The Boy With A Mask collection

The Boy From Clock Town

Cremia wasn’t sure what to think of the young boy her sister had befriended. They seemed to get along well enough, shooting at those balloons Romani had set up the day before. There was just… something odd about him.

Link Almost Traumatises a Small Child

The man with the scars was back at the stable, and Haite was feeling curious.

Light Without Shadow

What would have happened if, rather than rescuing Link from the dungeon of Hyrule Castle, Midna had instead convinced Zelda herself to help her find the Fused Shadows?

-

Link wasn’t sure how long he’d been in the cell. His hunger kept growing, gnawing away at his stomach and sense of time, clouding his mind until it was all he could think about. His new form had been a shock when he’d woken up and found himself on four feet instead of two, but he’d been trapped long enough to get somewhat used to it. He didn’t even know where he was or who had put him there— who would keep a wolf shackled in a cell and not even bother to feed it?

Shadow With Light

What would have happened if, rather than rescuing Link from the dungeon of Hyrule Castle, Midna had instead convinced Zelda herself to help her find the Fused Shadows?

-

Stepping into Midna’s portal with her eyes closed, she opened them to the brightness of Lanyaru Spring, feeling the swell of light magic around her. Turning around to leave, she found her way blocked, a shadowy figure in the shape of a young man blocking her way, a long serrated sword in his hand. Unsheathing her own blade once more, she held it up, ready to defend herself.

Why The Hero’s Shade Lacks An Eye

Link gets a rather bad injury and is surprisingly relaxed about it.

-

“It’s not that bad!” he complained. “Hardly a scratch!”
The other man just sighed at him.
“I’m pretty sure that sword was cursed.”

Timeline 15

When Link plays the Song of Time to return to three days in the past, he and Tatl were not the only ones to remember the future.

-

Recovering from the Disruption, Entity: Majora first noted that the Disruption was temporal in nature. The time before Entity: Moon would reach Region: Termina was now c. 72 hours. Emotion: Anger increased.

Dreams of a Century

The dreams and nightmares of a century past, that fade so quickly upon waking.

-

The dream started again. This time it was less… overwhelming. It was peaceful, almost. He wandered through the open fields, with the sun shining down on him, even though he couldn’t feel it.

Fading Light

What would have happened if, rather than rescuing Link from the dungeon of Hyrule Castle, Midna had instead convinced Zelda herself to help her find the Fused Shadows?

-

He felt the wound under his fingers, skin sliced open where the princess’s blade had cut across, and felt it slowly close up, the dark presence ever present in his mind turning its attention to him.

Drowning in Malice

Maybe it wouldn’t have happened if he wasn’t so tired, if he had chosen to stay the night in the ruins instead of wanting a warm meal and soft bed in a stable. Maybe it wouldn’t have happened if it wasn’t so quiet around him, so he wouldn’t have been as surprised by the noise. Maybe it wouldn’t have happened if he’d just approached the ruins from another direction that morning, taken a path that didn’t cross with that of a Yiga scout.

Seeing Through Malice

Wiping it off with his hand, he realised something odd. The substance sticking to his fingers was darker than it had any right to be, a familiar black stained through with that shimmering familiar pink shine.

The Boy Without a Family

She’d offered to let him stay at the shop once he mentioned not having anywhere to sleep. That wasn’t exactly true, but he didn’t think she’d react well to him telling her he’d planned to sleep on the bench by the laundry pool in the south of the town.

Shades of the Calamity

Link sees the ghosts left behind by the Great Calamity. All of them.

-

When the old man— King Rhoam Bosphoramus Hyrule, as he was apparently called, a name he was already forgetting— revealed himself to Link, he was more surprised by the fact that he was a King than the fact he was a spirit. He wasn’t the only one he’d met on the Great Plateau after all.

You Meet Old Friends in the Oddest Places

Fighting mind-controlled soldiers is a bit harder when you know them personally.

-

Link was alone, confused, and soaking wet. He knew his uncle had wanted him to stay inside, but after hearing the princess call out to him in his dreams, he couldn’t just roll over and go back to sleep. He’d tried to tell himself that he just planned to catch up to his uncle, to tell him where Zelda was being held, but that illusion shattered when he snuck into Hyrule Castle through the sewers and found him lying against a wall, blood staining his shirt.

Malice-Laced Blood

Something was different now that the bandages were off, he could tell. He could almost feel the eyes on him from wherever the Yiga were hiding, the back of his neck prickling at the thought. With the familiar sound of air being displaced, he heard three of them teleport into the cell. Reacting on instinct and faintly-remembered training, he dodged their arms for a moment, before finding himself pinned to the wall.

After The Bossfight

Just because the Calamity has been defeated, doesn’t mean that they’re safe.

-

Watching her smile at the flowers that grew across Hyrule Field, and joyfully point out a fox she spotted moving between the trees, he finally started to relax. The Calamity had been defeated, the ominous swirls of malice around Hyrule Castle were dissipating, and the two of them could finally rest.

Blood on Your Blade

Vio is back in the Fire Temple. His sword is in his hand. Something is very very wrong.

Malice-Filled Moonlight

Was that what they wanted? To let Ganon take control of him, to make him a weapon that would turn on the kingdom that saw him as their last hope, just as the ancient Sheikah technology had done a century ago?

Open Seas

Link made a quick decision. Between the empty open sea, and a crew of pirates, the pirates might be willing to feed him.

Slipping Into Malice

Stepping forward, further into the forest, he realised that the large tree in the centre wasn’t a simple plant, as the eyes of the Great Deku Tree looked down at him. Then he spoke, telling him of the trial the sword would give him if he tried to draw it. Link looked down at his hands, still stained an unnatural dark purple. It was the only idea he had, so he’d take it, and just hope he was strong enough.

A Light in the Dark

What would have happened if, rather than rescuing Link from the dungeon of Hyrule Castle, Midna had instead convinced Zelda herself to help her find the Fused Shadows?

-

Ganondorf hadn’t thought much of the wolf at first. It was odd to see it in the Twilight, but the intelligence it displayed told him it was no mere beast. Much like Ganondorf himself and the monsters he’d empowered when the Twilight fell over Hyrule, some power lying within the wolf had protected it.

He Who Draws The Blade

Once again he cursed his own impulsiveness. If he’d waited just a few minutes more to approach the Master Sword, he wouldn’t have been caught pulling it from its resting place, and he wouldn’t be here, dragged through richly decorated hallways by an overeager guard.

Trial of the Blade

Link pulls the Master Sword for the first time in a century. It leaves its marks.

Demonic Possession (But Like. In Reverse.)

Zelda discovers there’s some side effects to being stuck outside her own body for so long.

-

He’d been busy with his work as a train engineer, as she’d been with her work as a Princess, but they’d finally managed to find a time when their schedules lined up and they could meet. Not that she was going to tell anyone about it, she didn’t want to deal with the veritable army of guards that would likely be assigned to protect her outside the castle if she did.

Kid in Green

That kid was back in Kakariko again. He’d first shown up a few months ago, and apparently decided to make his way up Death Mountain for some reasons she still couldn’t understand. It was called Death Mountain for a reason.

Reborn From Malice

Part of him wanted to head back to the cave, back to the malice, but something else was pushing him to explore. At some point, he ran into a camp of small red monsters, and immediately tensed, expecting an attack. Instead, they welcomed him in, offering him food and chattering at him in a language he couldn’t understand.

Light in the Realm of Shadows

What would have happened if, rather than rescuing Link from the dungeon of Hyrule Castle, Midna had instead convinced Zelda herself to help her find the Fused Shadows?

-

She looked down at the blade she held in her hand. It still felt odd to wield the Master Sword, even when the voice within it had quietly whispered for her to draw it in the ruins of the Temple of Time. It reminded her of the old stories she’d been told as a child about the founding of Hyrule, about the Hero and the sword he wielded, and the First Zelda, who some called the mortal incarnation of Hylia.

Malice in the Water

One of the guards he’d brought with him carefully made her way over, before pulling it out of the river, revealing that the sharp blade at the end of the spear was coated with a dark layer of malice, the foul substance still slowly dripping from the end of it. The entire group tensed at the sight, reaching for their weapons on instinct.

Old Ties

Link froze as Ganondorf stepped into the room. He wasn’t meant to be wandering about Hyrule! He was meant to be staying in his annoyingly floaty castle until Link arrived to fight him! Their eyes met, hate meeting hatred.

“Well,” said Ganondorf, “you seem to be having some problems.”

“I wouldn’t be having them if you—“, Link moved to get himself into a more dignified position than hunched over his leg, “— if you hadn’t gone around cursing every temple in Hyrule”.

[madmarkinabox]

Season 7

The Ambassadors of Death

An attempt to recover a Mars-bound exploratory probe goes disastrously wrong when the recovery probe, instead of bringing back three astronauts, brings three aliens which both feed on and emit enormous levels of radiation.

For the first time in a while, I went into this one totally blind. No background knowledge whatsoever. So I was thinking "Mars? Well, it's probably going to have something to do with the Ice Warriors, I know they'll be back soon enough." Not so. What we have here is an extensive mystery story with creatures we haven't seen before - we don't even learn the name of their race, although the ambassadors do give me Vashta Nerada vibes - and what looks to be an equal parts petty criminal gang and terrorist cell controlling them. I was surprised at the little bits I DID recognise. Little snippets I remember appearing in 30 Years in the TARDIS and the UNIT Recruitment Video (showing my age here). We also get more shades of things to come as the Doctor's started tinkering with the TARDIS trying to make it work again, and Benton returns for the first time since The Invasion, now a sergeant. The UNIT family hasn't quite been formed yet, we still need to see Yates, Jo, and Sarah Jane, but it's on its way. Also a couple more future Who actors crop up in this story in the forms of Geoffrey Beevers (the third Master) and Michael Wisher (the first Davros and the voices of a few Daleks).

So how's the story? I'd say a mixed bag. The stuff it does well? Like the action scenes with UNIT, and the idea of the deadly aliens actually being peaceful? Very good. The rest? Slow, plodding and boring. Another case where this could have been shortened to six parts or less if they'd shaved off some of the padding and the more expository parts. I'm also a little surprised that they didn't go further into the Doctor's lingering irritation at the Brigadier blowing up the Silurians. He gets over it pretty quickly as soon as he hears about the space pods. And the real overall villain? Ultimately kind of a letdown. Just a petty revenge-driven official who's convinced he's doing the right thing. So all in all? The good stuff with UNIT isn't really enough to save this one. Maybe next time.

Next time: Inferno.

[novasysgreenergy]

The Role of Mono PERC Half Cut Modules in Shaping the Future of Solar Energy

In the quest for more efficient and reliable solar energy solutions, Mono PERC Half Cut Modules have emerged as a game-changer, revolutionizing the way we harness the power of the sun. Developed by Novasys Green, these innovative modules are poised to play a pivotal role in shaping the future of solar energy. Let's delve into the significance of these modules and how they are propelling us towards a sustainable tomorrow.

Understanding Mono PERC Half Cut Modules

Mono PERC Half Cut Modules combine two cutting-edge technologies: monocrystalline PERC cells and half-cut cell design. Monocrystalline PERC cells leverage passivated emitter rear cell (PERC) technology to enhance light absorption and energy conversion, resulting in higher efficiency levels. The incorporation of half-cut cell design divides each solar cell into two halves, reducing resistive losses and improving performance, particularly in shaded or partially shaded conditions.

Key Advantages of Mono PERC Half Cut Modules:

1. Enhanced Efficiency: By leveraging the benefits of both PERC technology and half-cut cell design, these modules achieve higher efficiency levels, exceeding traditional solar panels. This increased efficiency translates to greater energy production and improved return on investment for solar installations.

2. Improved Shading Tolerance: The use of half-cut cells minimizes the impact of shading, allowing the modules to maintain higher power output even when subjected to partial shading from trees, buildings, or other obstructions. This enhanced shading tolerance ensures consistent performance and maximizes energy yield in real-world conditions.

3. Enhanced Reliability: Mono PERC Half Cut Modules are designed for durability and reliability, with reduced cell stress and improved heat dissipation. This robust construction enhances module longevity and performance, providing peace of mind to solar system owners.

The Role of Novasys Green in Advancing Solar Technology

As a leading innovator in the solar energy industry, Novasys Green is committed to pushing the boundaries of technological excellence and sustainability. Our modules exemplify our dedication to delivering cutting-edge solutions that empower individuals, businesses, and communities to embrace clean, renewable energy sources.

Mono PERC Solar Panel 400w: Setting New Standards in Solar Power

With a power output of 400 watts, Novasys Green's Mono PERC Solar Panel 400w represents a new standard in solar power generation. Combining the efficiency of Mono PERC technology with the advantages of half-cut cell design, these panels offer unparalleled performance and reliability. Whether for residential, commercial, or utility-scale applications, Mono PERC Solar Panel 400w sets the benchmark for excellence in solar energy production.

Conclusion

Mono PERC Half Cut Modules are at the forefront of innovation in the solar energy industry, offering increased efficiency, improved shading tolerance, and enhanced reliability. As we strive towards a more sustainable future, these advanced modules hold the promise of unlocking greater potential for solar power generation. With Novasys Green leading the way, the future of solar energy looks brighter than ever before.

Also Read:

Mono Perc and Bifacial Modules: Pioneering the Next Generation of Solar Technology

The Role of Certification and Standards: Ensuring Quality and Reliability in Indian Solar Panels

Originally published at https://novasysgreenergy.blogspot.com

[lucasfrederick]

Harnessing the Sun: Money-Saving Strategies for Arizona Homeowners

Arizona homeowners, imagine slashing your electricity bills while contributing to a greener and more sustainable future. It's possible through harnessing the abundant sunlight that blesses our state year-round. In this comprehensive guide, we'll explore how you can leverage solar energy to save money on electricity bills, reduce your carbon footprint, and gain energy independence. From understanding the basics of solar energy to navigating financial incentives, choosing the right installation company, optimizing panel placement, exploring financing options, and ensuring proper maintenance, we've got you covered. Let's dive in!

Understanding Solar Energy:

Solar energy is the clean, renewable power generated by harnessing sunlight using solar panels. In Arizona, where sunlight is plentiful, solar energy offers an excellent opportunity to produce electricity for homes. Solar panels, typically installed on rooftops or ground mounts, contain photovoltaic cells that convert sunlight into electricity. The benefits of solar energy extend beyond cost savings; they include environmental sustainability and reduced reliance on traditional energy sources. Understanding the basics of solar energy is crucial for homeowners looking to make the switch to solar power.

Financial Incentives and Rebates:

One of the most significant advantages of going solar in Arizona is the availability of financial incentives and rebates. These incentives aim to offset the upfront cost of solar installations and accelerate the return on investment. Federal tax credits, state rebates, and utility incentives can significantly reduce the initial expense of going solar. The Federal Investment Tax Credit (ITC), for instance, allows homeowners to deduct a percentage of the cost of their solar system from their federal taxes. Similarly, state and utility incentives offer additional financial benefits, making solar energy more accessible and affordable for Arizona homeowners.

Choosing the Right Solar Installation Company:

Selecting a reputable and experienced solar installation company is crucial to the success of your solar project. With numerous options available, homeowners must carefully evaluate potential solar contractors. Look for companies with relevant certifications, such as NABCEP certification, which demonstrates expertise in solar installation. Additionally, consider factors such as warranties, customer reviews, and track record when choosing a solar installer. Requesting quotes, comparing proposals, and negotiating pricing can help ensure you get the best value for your investment.

Optimizing Solar Panel Placement and Design:

The efficiency of a solar panel system depends on its placement and design. Factors such as orientation, tilt, and shading can significantly impact energy production. In Arizona, where sunlight is abundant, optimizing solar panel placement is essential for maximizing electricity generation. Rooftop solar panels should be installed facing south for optimal sunlight exposure throughout the day. Additionally, minimizing shading from nearby trees or structures can enhance energy efficiency. Advanced technologies like solar tracking systems and high-efficiency panels can further optimize performance and increase savings over time.

Financing Options for Solar Installations:

While the long-term savings of solar energy are substantial, the upfront cost of solar installations can be a barrier for some homeowners. Fortunately, there are various financing options available to make solar energy more accessible. Solar loans, leases, and power purchase agreements (PPAs) offer different ways to finance solar installations with little to no upfront cost. Solar loans allow homeowners to finance their solar systems through low-interest loans, while solar leases and PPAs involve leasing solar equipment or purchasing electricity generated by solar panels. Each financing option has its advantages and considerations, so it's essential to choose the one that best fits your financial goals and circumstances.

Maintenance and Monitoring:

Proper maintenance and monitoring are essential for ensuring the optimal performance and longevity of your solar panel system. Regular maintenance tasks, such as cleaning panels, inspecting components, and monitoring energy production, can help prevent issues and maximize efficiency. Investing in monitoring systems allows homeowners to track their system's performance in real-time and identify any potential issues promptly. Additionally, scheduling professional maintenance services can help ensure that your solar panels continue to operate at peak efficiency for years to come.

Conclusion:

Harnessing solar energy offers Arizona homeowners an opportunity to save money, reduce their environmental impact, and gain energy independence. By understanding the basics of solar energy, leveraging financial incentives, choosing the right installation company, optimizing panel placement, exploring financing options, and prioritizing maintenance and monitoring, homeowners can unlock the full potential of solar power. As we embrace the sun's abundant energy, we not only benefit ourselves but also contribute to a more sustainable future for generations to come. Let's harness the sun and embark on a journey towards a brighter, cleaner, and more prosperous Arizona.

[thiefxking]

Fallen Hero timeline stuff

Link was defeated not long after he drew the Master Sword, age 9, but he was not actually killed. Ganondorf decided to keep him alive for a few reasons, one being to teach him the error of trying to stop him (via torture) and one being an attempt to break Zelda and those she had side with her. Fi makes what amounts to a bookmark of Link's spirit and memories of how he was when he drew her.

Link is 21 when he actually dies in that timeline. He lives for years, frequently tortured in some way even if it was simply by solitude, and at one point someone sneaks into his cell and has a night with him to have a child of the Hero in a effort to provide hope for future generations. Link is aware of this but when time 'resets' he forgets it and everything else of his memories, they get sealed away so he can do his duty as the hero without freezing because of the trauma.

The day he dies he is taken in before the Sages and Zelda where he manages to utilize his own time based magic allowing them to seal Ganon in the sacred realm. Ganon uses the Master Sword to kill him which is how he loses the form of Ganondorf and becomes simply Ganon. Link, desperate to help his successor, creates an echo which takes the Ocarina and disappears into the woods after it takes the Master Sword away to a different part of Hyrule.

The part of him that is the Hero's Spirit is 'copied' by Farore so it continues in that timeline while the sword, empowered by the Goddess Farore for this, sends him back to the day he drew her. Likewise Zelda's knowledge as well as the Sages' (at least Rauru and Impa) is echoed back and they seal Link in the sacred realm to prevent that outcome.

Fi upon the sword being taken to safety and going dormant takes Link and returns him to before the battle where he failed, that 'bookmark' she placed earlier. The battle with Majora and the use of the Fierce Deity Mask awaken the memories again and that contributes to the regrets that ultimately create the Hero's Shade. Perhaps it is fortunate that he is still somewhat caught in the time loop until he returns the mask after all...

[avnnetwork]

Eco-Friendly Living: How Solar Panels Can Transform Your Home Energy

Introduction

In the quest for sustainable and eco-friendly living, more homeowners are turning their attention to solar panels. The concept of using a "solar panel for home" energy generation is not just a trend; it's a forward-thinking approach to reduce carbon footprints and embrace renewable energy sources. Solar panels offer a practical solution for generating electricity, reducing energy bills, and contributing to environmental conservation. This article delves into the transformative power of solar panels for home energy, exploring their benefits, installation processes, maintenance, and the future of solar energy in residential areas.

The Basics of Solar Energy for Homes

Solar energy harnesses the power of the sun, converting sunlight into electricity through solar panels. These panels, typically installed on rooftops, contain photovoltaic cells that absorb sunlight and generate direct current (DC) electricity. An inverter then converts this DC into alternating current (AC), which is used to power homes. The simplicity and efficiency of this process make solar energy increasingly popular among homeowners. Visit https://www.snvee.com/

Benefits of Installing Solar Panels

Reduced Electricity Bills: Solar panels significantly reduce or even eliminate electricity bills. The initial investment is offset by the long-term savings on energy costs.

Eco-Friendly: Solar energy is clean and renewable, reducing reliance on fossil fuels and lowering greenhouse gas emissions.

Increased Property Value: Homes with solar panel installations often see an increase in property value, making them more attractive in the real estate market.

Energy Independence: Solar panels provide homeowners with a degree of independence from traditional energy sources and fluctuating utility prices.

The Installation Process

Installing solar panels involves several key steps:

Assessment: A professional evaluates the suitability of your home for solar panel installation, considering factors like roof condition, orientation, and shading.

Design and Planning: A customized solar panel system is designed based on your energy needs and home’s specifications.

Permitting: Necessary permits are obtained from local authorities, adhering to relevant regulations and standards.

Installation: Professional installers mount the solar panels, connect the inverter, and set up the system for optimal performance.

Inspection and Connection: After installation, an inspection is conducted, and the system is connected to the power grid.

Maintenance and Longevity

Solar panels are known for their durability and low maintenance requirements. Regular cleaning and occasional checks by professionals ensure optimal performance. Most solar panels come with a warranty of 20-25 years, though they can last even longer with proper care.

Financial Incentives and Rebates

Many regions offer financial incentives, rebates, and tax credits to encourage solar panel installations. These incentives can significantly lower the initial cost and improve the return on investment.

The Impact of Technology Advancements

Technological advancements in solar energy are continuously improving efficiency and affordability. Innovations like bifacial solar panels, solar shingles, and battery storage systems are enhancing the functionality and integration of solar energy in homes.

Overcoming Challenges

While solar panels are beneficial, there are challenges to consider:

Initial Cost: The upfront cost can be high, though it is mitigated by long-term savings and incentives.

Weather Dependence: Solar panel efficiency can be affected by weather conditions, though advancements in technology are reducing this impact.

Space Requirements: Adequate space is needed for installation, which can be a limitation for some properties.

The Future of Home Solar Energy

The future of home solar energy is bright, with ongoing research and development paving the way for more efficient, affordable, and adaptable solar solutions. The trend towards sustainable living and the growing awareness of environmental issues will continue to drive the adoption of solar energy in homes.

Conclusion

Solar panels for home energy are more than just an alternative to traditional power sources; they represent a commitment to a sustainable and eco-friendly lifestyle. By harnessing the power of the sun, homeowners can enjoy reduced energy bills, contribute to environmental conservation, and be part of a global movement towards renewable energy. As technology advances and more people recognize the benefits of solar energy, we can expect to see a continued transformation in how we power our homes, making a significant impact on the world we live in.

For more : Snvee Green Energy Ltd. Phone: +86 13723658777 Email: marketing@snvee.com Address: Unit D 16/F,One Capital Place,18 Luard Road,Wan Chai Website: https://www.snvee.com

[matrixbattery]

Harnessing Solar Power: A Comprehensive Guide to Saving Electricity

In a world where energy conservation is paramount, harnessing solar power has emerged as a beacon of sustainability. Solar energy presents an unparalleled opportunity to save electricity, reduce carbon footprints, and embrace a greener future. This comprehensive guide aims to equip you with the knowledge and tools needed to make a significant impact on your electricity consumption through the efficient use of solar energy.

Understanding Solar Energy

The Basics of Solar Power

To embark on the journey of saving electricity through solar energy, it is crucial to understand the fundamentals. Solar power is harnessed from the sun's rays using photovoltaic cells, converting sunlight into electricity. These cells, often found in solar panels, enable the generation of clean and renewable energy.

How Solar Panels Work

Solar panels comprise interconnected solar cells, each playing a pivotal role in converting sunlight into electricity. When sunlight strikes these cells, it initiates a process known as the photovoltaic effect, generating direct current (DC). An inverter then transforms DC into alternating current (AC), making it compatible with your home's electrical systems.

Installing Solar Panels: A Step-by-Step Guide

Assessing Your Home's Suitability

Before delving into the installation process, it's imperative to assess your home's solar potential. Factors such as roof orientation, shading, and available space play a crucial role in determining the effectiveness of your solar panels.

Selecting the Right Solar Panels

Choosing the right solar panels is a decision that directly impacts efficiency and longevity. High-efficiency solar panels, although initially pricier, offer a greater return on investment by maximizing electricity production over time.

Professional Installation Matters

While there are DIY solar panel kits available, opting for professional installation ensures optimal performance and adherence to safety standards. Certified installers possess the expertise to navigate potential challenges and guarantee a seamless integration of solar panels into your home.

Maximizing Solar Efficiency

Implementing Energy Storage Solutions

To truly save electricity, incorporating energy storage solutions is a game-changer. Solar batteries store excess energy generated during sunny periods, providing a reliable power source during cloudy days or nighttime. This significantly reduces reliance on the grid, contributing to both cost savings and energy independence.

Smart Home Integration

Embrace the future with smart home integration, allowing you to monitor and control your solar system remotely. Smart technologies enable the optimization of energy consumption, ensuring that electricity is used efficiently throughout your home.

Financial Incentives and ROI

Government Incentives and Rebates

Governments worldwide recognize the importance of transitioning to sustainable energy sources. Numerous financial incentives and rebates are available to offset the initial costs of solar panel installation. Researching and leveraging these incentives can significantly enhance the return on investment.

Calculating Return on Investment (ROI)

While the upfront cost of installing solar panels may seem substantial, calculating the long-term ROI unveils the financial benefits. Reduced electricity bills, potential earnings from excess energy sold back to the grid, and increased property value contribute to a compelling economic case for solar power adoption.

Environmental Impact and Sustainable Living

Reducing Carbon Footprints

One of the most compelling aspects of solar energy is its minimal environmental impact. By shifting towards renewable energy sources, individuals contribute to a reduction in carbon emissions, fostering a sustainable and eco-friendly lifestyle.

Advocating for Change

Beyond personal benefits, embracing solar power is a form of advocacy for a cleaner planet. By setting an example and sharing your journey with others, you contribute to a broader movement towards sustainable living.

In conclusion, the integration of solar power into your home is a multifaceted approach to saving electricity and promoting sustainability.

Note:

Matrix Solar Batteries, a leading solar battery manufacturer and supplier in Hyderabad, presents a cost-effective solution for efficient power flow from solar panels to the grid, tailored to match your specific load profile. Our cutting-edge solar charge controllers, boasting the highest ratings, are designed to optimize power harvesting from solar modules. Experience the benefits of energy independence, a reduced carbon footprint and substantial savings on your monthly electricity expenses by choosing Matrix Solar Batteries for your solar energy needs in Hyderabad.

Matrix Battery Manufacturer in India