#in the future cell shading will return!

[cdecrisesblog]

I came up with another scenario where Shadow + Team Dark were introduced in Sonic 4. Keep in mind that in this scenario they already had Shadow's series to bond over. So here we go.

*Somewhere in Mexico*

The sun was hot, the beach was empty and silent, and in Shadow's opinion, this was the epitome of paradise. Rouge and Omega laid down beside him, Rouge also sunbathing and Omega relaxing in the shade of the tent, making a low humming sound that he only seemed to make when he wasn't in Full Attention mode. Like he said, paradise. Peace.

A loud sound cut through Shadow’s reflexions, and he couldn’t help but groan at the screaming phone in Rouge’s bag.

“Your phone’s ringing.” He huffed, trying to return to his interrupted rest.

“It’s your phone, honey,” she replied.

“I’m not touching that thing.”

It was Rouge’s turn to groan. She rolled over to her bag and rummaged through it until she found the source of the sound, turning it off.

“Who was that?” he asked, just out of habit, but there weren’t many people who had his number.

“Stone,” Rouge said. The phone in her hands vibrated with more messages, and the bat pushed up her sunglasses, frowning at the messages. That got Shadow’s attention.

“What’s wrong?”

“I don’t know, he won’t stop talking about sci-fi nonsense.” She huffed and turned to Omega, still standing in the shadows. “Are you prank calling Stone again? I told you to leave the guy alone!”

“I HAVEN’T BOTHERED AGENT STONE SINCE THE END OF OUR PREVIOUS MISSION.” Omega defended himself, sounding offended by the accusation.

“Then why is he sending messages about robots from the future and the apocalypse?”

Shadow frowned and took the cell phone from Rouge. The messages kept coming, almost illegible, looking quickly typed and full of desperation. This wasn’t normal, Stone wasn’t like that.

The phone rang again with another call from Stone, and this time Shadow hurried to answer.

“Stone?”

“SHADOW!”

The tone of voice made Shadow stop. From his peripheral vision, Shadow saw Omega rise from the sand and Rouge's expression harden. Apparently they also heard Stone.

The connection failed and the man's sentences came out incomplete, but what Shadow managed to understand didn't sound good.

“I'VE... A MISTAKE...”

“What?”

“... METAL... DESTROY...”

“Stone, you're not making any sense. What's going on?”

There was a loud slam of a door, and Stone gasped for air. Shadow could hear the sound of claws scraping against metal and the man’s ragged breathing. Stone swallowed hard.

“I did something I shouldn’t have done, Shadow, and now it’s after me. You need to stop this from reaching Earth, or we’ll all be doomed.”

“What...?”

Shadow could hear his own voice catching in his throat, but he couldn’t force himself to say anything else. There was the sound of the door being kicked in, and Stone’s scream echoed across the silent beach.

“Stone!”

“SHADOW, DON'T LET HIM... THE EMERALDS... FIND SONIC... DOOMED!”

The call dropped, and the beach fell back into its peaceful silence. Shadow stared at the black screen of his phone, Stone's scream still echoing in his mind. Rouge's hands were shaking in front of her mouth, still in shock, and Omega's eyes seemed to be spinning as he tried to find a reason for all this. When the trio exchanged glances, they knew immediately what they had to do.

“To Green Hills," Shadow said. "Now."

[voparwave69]

WHY IS EVERYTHING SO PLAIN NOW

like, I WOULD BE HAPPY IF I HAD DIFF COLORED KETCHUP STILL

Everything looks the same IT SUCKS GRGRGRGRGGRGR

I THINK ABOUT THAT ALL THE FUCKING TIME MAN ‼‼ I can't fucking STAND how everything is losing its color and life. I see all rhe time old buildings from the 90s and 2000s get updated and then they're just motherfucking gray and black. I'm interested in how people in the past and the present perceive the world's trends and what the future will bring of them. In the decades before now, a lot of them were fed up with the colorful obnoxiousness aimed at kids and teenagers and young adults, and they imagined the future as being amped up even moreso in that direction, the future practically being something of a tacky neon wasteland of shit like Chuck E Cheese MTV R rated rock video empires. People imagining the future tend to see it as very linear -- the current fads and concerns and lifestyles only amplifying more and more. if human society were water, they imagine it staying its course for all the foreseeable future, swelling more and more like a river being dumped with rain. In reality, it does that for so long, it floods and seems like it's connecting with the ocean and becoming a permanent river, until it drastically changes course and moves in a completely different direction, repeating the process. It's getting faster at doing that too. And who knows, that trend itself may change, and some day in the distant future, it may slow drastically and stay steady or even stagnant. A good example of this is in the 2000s, tiny cell phones were very popular. In Futurama, they make a bit with this where Amy has a cell phone the size of a peanut. 20 years later, phones are fucking massive. I also saw a comic from the 20s with flapper girls with short hair and knee length dresses laughing at old fashion articles, talking about how long their hair and dresses were. It then shows what they imagined as the 70s, with girls who were bald and wearing micro skirts laughing at the flappers.

I talked to my baby tiger about this today. I went to this place called Dunns falls where they had some sort of mill built in the 1800s. There was some sort of fucked up ass tool up on the wall. I have literally no fucking clue what it possibly could have been used for but I could tell that bitch was well irrelevant because ultimately I'm still from podunk ass Mississippi with family doing shit like making wine in the bath tub and sitting naked on the porch shooting at cars so I'm familiar with farming tools is my point. I also have a cousin named Lynyrd Skynyrd which isn't relevant but I got to mention that lol. Anyways, I could tell that fucking thing up on the wall was likely irrelevant and no longer used. And for a second it was like I just caught just a glimpse, a smell, of the time it came from. It felt barely comprehensible how old this place really was, how different that time in this area was, as I looked at the rust on it, even the rust itself looking old, the metal looking different, older than types of metal I see now. In those old, unfamiliar shades of gray and brown, I briefly glimpsed at a time dead and gone to never return, I caught a glimpse of the overgrown fields, I caught a glimpse of the gatherings of only a few lit by candles and I saw this mill. At one point new, strong, thriving, and held together by a sparse population who only knew this. I'm sure to them those tools, that work, that livelihood seemed forever. Unchanging other than to only progress in that linear manner. Maybe some suffered under the foot of it, like I do now under the foot of my own times dilemmas and strongholds. And then I came back to my time. That tool, that mill, something STILL not ancient but still old to us, still an amount of time that harbored countless changes, now only a husk that harbors a glimpse of its once beating life, dead. My baby tiger, his name being Serenity Devesh Rudra but we just call him Serenity (unless we're really clarifying his importance to him and then we say the whole thing), like me, is frustrated, concerned, confused about human society, especially modern human society. I told him all of what i told you. All of that at one point felt forever. It was far from it. And the same is to be said of what is going on now with all that human society forms. But it is the same as the mill, the fields owned by the family Dunn, the candlelight. Temporary.

But the very nature the universe was created in, the very nature the next will be created in, the love barely understood by man but still radiating and moving through us regardless, that was there long before it. It's still here long after it. That is eternity. As my fiance loves to say, about us and our deeply intertwined nature, there is no beginning, there is no end. That which matters to us is eternal, and no temporary human matters will ever outlive that. We are forever, whether that is recognized or understood or not, it is true regardless, a truth with no beginning, no end. A truth that runs in a circle of time, light and love.

And this comforted him, and we stood a little bit in the human concept of linear time proved wrong, and we went down and saw a beautiful black butterfly with wings that shone blue in the sun just like the galaxies do, which I noticed looked exactly like how my fiance does my makeup for me :o)🦋

[thenaiads]

Hope and Nightmares

@alterdnbweek

Day 16: Pirates AU; enemies to lovers; Day 17: Non-human; hurt/comfort;

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Before starting this I need to explain a little this Au!!!

This is a Crossover of the book series universe "The Guardians of Childhood" (even known as "Rise Of The Guardians").

The story takes place after the Fearlings, Shadows, and Nightmares (here for info) break from their prison and start spreading chaos and destruction in the Universe, guided by the newborn Nightmare King on the massive ship Nightmare Galleon (yes, space pirates guys).

A big thanks to @mistythedritten for the idea XD

Once again I apologize for any grammar errors, I did my best. If you don't understand something tell me so I can correct and change things 😭😭😭

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The cells in the galleon were something really horrible, they were small, and cold, with nothing to lie down on, or even pass the time.

The only company were of occasional Fearlings that observed it from the shade, as a kind of exotic animal … or a delicious banquet.

"How is our dear guest doing today?", asks a hidden figure in the shadows.

"Fuck. It's here.", thinks a young man with pink hair.

Stay calm Techno, he can sense your fear. You need to be calm.

"Very well Sir Dream, but I will not lie about my review for this place, I fear you will have to settle for two stars at most", it should not be so easy to fall back into the old habits with the being in front of him

"That's not my name Sir Technoblade," said the figure, their voice closer than before

"Oh right, my apologies I had forgotten Your Highness, the name you use is "Epiales the King of Nightmares", correct?", as the young man ends the phrase, the figure finally comes out of the shade revealing a pale-ciner face, white hair, and two silver eyes (too expressive and alive for the corpse that they were using) that had some gold around the pupils.

Fun, they look like a solar eclipse. How fitting.

"Exactly, very well! I see that your brain activities are still all intact, and after weeks of torture by my Nightmares no less, I'm glad.", he said with a cheerful voice and a sweet smile, a twisted version of his original owner.

"I mean, the nightmares are surely unpleasant but, nothing that cannot be managed in the morning once awake."

"Really? Last night's screams say the opposite, but it seems that I have to commit more!", the shadow man continues with a tone typical of someone who talks about something fun to an old friend.

"Please stop."

"Oh? Do you give up then?"

"No, just… stop using his face in that way, Fearling."

"…"

"Sir Dream was… a valiant warrior and friend for many, kill him and using his corpse as a marionette is already horrible, but using his face and his voice? This is low even for demons like you!"

"You forgot some important things in your description, general."

"And, what would it be?"

"You forgot to mention "lover" and "possible future husband", those simple words were like a sword in the general's stomach.

"Dream and I are not… we weren't…", it took a lot of willpower to keep calm and continue the conversation.

"Don't lie! Not to me, not when I can sniff any idiocy is about to get out of your mouth! He was as many things for you... as you were for him."

"What would you know about these things, monster?", the pikette said the last words with all the poison and anger that the man was capable of.

"More than you give me credit, dear general," said calmly the nightmare king, with a look of something that looked like empathy, it was an odd thing to see for a dark being like him.

"Why do you tell me all this?"

"I would like to offer you an agreement, general."

"And, would it be?"

"Better accommodation, better food if possible, and in return total surrender… and a place by my side"

"Are you serious?"

"I am."

"What kind of madness makes you believe that I would accept? That I would betray my companions?!"

"Even if I said that war and carnage are not my goals in all this?"

"Oh yes, I totally believe it, and I'm sure that the inhabitants of the three planets that you devoured and drained the light do it too!"

"Planets where I left some survivors if I am not mistaken, because they were not my main goal but, as you said now, their light were. I admit that I could have gone to a frenzy but, I think it is justifiable after centuries of starving!" "Or, do you want to deny even this truth, general?"

"I'm still not betraying anyone."

"Not betray but abandon. I'm asking you to leave everything and everyone behind yes... but, not to betray them."

"And, why should I do it? What do I really earn?"

"The possibility of saving your people, and your family from me, my Fearlings, Nightmares, and Shadows who live on this ship."

"Didn't you say that war and carnage were not your goal?"

"Yes and I mean it, but this does not mean that I will not defend myself when the troops come, and they will do it soon or later… I can't run and hide forever, and when the battle will come I will not give them any mercy… not like I gave it to you. "

"Waoh, you make me feel so special", he said with sarcasm that he missed the contempt he felt for being. "If what you say is true then, what is your real goal?", even if it was a lie he could not stop the curiosity that this conversation aroused in the young general.

"My goal is to survive at the moment, to find a place far from the sight of the Lunanoffs and their followers, and perhaps to finally be able to live in peace, as far as I'm allowed."

"Living in peace, really? And, do you expect me to believe you? You Fearlings and Shadow Men don't know anything about living in peace, or respecting the life of others, or anything about human suffering, Shadow!" "Beings like you only know how to prey on the fear and the light of others, you are not able to experience the slightest human emotion!"

"If this is what you think then, why did you spare my life that day? You had me at your mercy, and you could get rid of me, so why?"

"Because killing you like that wouldn't get rid of you forever, you would have returned sooner or later, with a new body to wear maybe, and… you had his face, and I… I was unable to go all the way."

"Is this really the reason, general?"

"…"

"I'm not your enemy, despite what the Lunanoffs say, and I don't wanna be. If you help me you could save a lot of pain on both sides, Sir Technoblade."

Silence.

"Revenge will not give you back what you've already lost, how it will not give me back mine. And I think that by helping each other we can make something good… new opportunities perhaps?"

"You speak like one of those snobs who give away the hand of their own daughter in marriage, you know?", he said it as a way to mock the other.

"In a sense is what I am proposing, only that it is my hand I am giving."

"You. Are. Not. Him.", he was so close to losing himself to anger for hearing such a proposal, "YOU CAN'T REPLACE HIM!".

"And I'm not going to but... he meant a lot for you, to the point of sparing me, even now after a month of mental tortures you are willing to listen to me and talk to me as an equal rather than a mindless monster. None of your colleagues would do such a thing, and you know."

"…"

"Listen… I may not be him, or be human for that matter, but… when I took this body I assimilated the soul that lived in it, with some of its memories. The soul has become a part of me, as much I'm a part of it now."

"..."

"Your beloved Dream is not gone, not in the way you think and it may not return to you in the way it was before this but, it's still there."

"Lies, you are lying. You are trying to manipulate me"

"I wish I was, it would be simpler.", his gaze was turned down as if he was ashamed of this administration.

"Think about it, doesn't seems a little out of character for me to keep you alive, without trying even once to corrupt your core, and turn you into one of us? That, nightmares aside, I kept you as healthy as possible, and I'm having a conversation to find a mutual agreement that can satisfy both of us? " "Don't you think that perhaps just perhaps, what remains of your beloved is still here, and is influencing me?"

"…"

"I don't want to give you false hopes, I am not and I will never be Him, but this does not mean that things cannot change for the better from how they are now."

There was a silence full of waiting in the air, which was broken by pinkette.

"Time. I-I need time to think."

"Of course, I will give you three days to carefully think about my proposal, and I will try to give you lighter nightmares to allow you to think. Is this a good agreement for you?"

"Yes, yes, whatever."

"I will wait for you, call me if you need me or anything.", and after saying this the figure of the King of Nightmares loose in the shadow from which he had come.

And the general was left alone to think and reflect on the strange conversation he had with the Shadow King, leaving him with many questions and perhaps with the slightest hope of reuniting again with his beloved Dreamling.

[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 who he 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 imagined. 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 the work boots are worn 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. Disappearing wasn’t a trick for the neglected, but rather a way of life.

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 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 on his side with how easily his identity slides 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 longer needing to plaster it down to his head or keep it trimmed and under control for the office image 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 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 a metaphoric 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 and 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.

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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.

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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.”

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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.

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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.

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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.

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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.

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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?

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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.

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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.

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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

[lucyprincy]

Revolutionizing Solar Panel Maintenance with Drone Inspections

As the world rapidly shifts toward renewable energy, solar power has emerged as one of the most widely adopted solutions. With millions of solar panels installed globally, ensuring their efficiency and longevity is essential. However, inspecting and maintaining solar arrays—especially in large-scale solar farms or rooftop systems—has traditionally been a labor-intensive, time-consuming, and costly process. Enter drone-based solar panel inspections—a game-changing technology that is transforming how we manage and maintain solar installations.

What is a Solar Panel Drone Inspection?

A solar panel drone inspection uses unmanned aerial vehicles (UAVs) equipped with high-resolution cameras and thermal imaging sensors to scan and assess the condition of solar panels. These drones fly over solar installations, capturing both visual and thermal data that can identify issues such as:

Cracks and micro-fractures

Dirt and debris accumulation

Hotspots caused by faulty cells

Wiring problems or connector faults

Panel misalignment or shading

This aerial approach allows for a fast, safe, and highly accurate analysis, often in a fraction of the time traditional methods require.

Benefits of Drone Inspections

1. Speed and Efficiency: Traditional inspections can take days, especially in large solar farms. Drones can cover the same area in hours, dramatically reducing downtime and labor costs.

2. Safety: Inspecting rooftop solar panels or expansive solar fields poses risks to human inspectors. Drones eliminate the need for workers to climb rooftops or walk through fields under the sun.

3. Precision: Using advanced sensors and AI-powered software, drones can detect issues that are invisible to the naked eye. Thermal cameras, for instance, can spot overheating cells or electrical faults before they escalate.

4. Data-Driven Maintenance: Drone inspections generate high-quality data, allowing solar operators to make informed decisions about repairs and maintenance. Over time, this leads to more efficient asset management and better performance.

5. Cost-Effectiveness: Although the initial cost of drone inspection services may seem high, they often prove more economical in the long run by preventing energy loss, avoiding costly repairs, and reducing manual labor.

How the Process Works

The typical solar drone inspection process includes the following steps:

Planning and Flight Path Setup: The drone operator defines a flight path based on the layout of the solar installation using GPS and mapping software.

Data Collection: The drone flies autonomously (or manually in some cases), capturing images and thermal data from every panel.

Data Analysis: The collected data is analyzed using specialized software to identify anomalies, defects, and inefficiencies.

Reporting: A detailed report is generated, highlighting areas that require attention and recommending corrective actions.

Use Cases

Solar panel drone inspections are widely used in various contexts:

Utility-scale solar farms

Commercial rooftop installations

Residential solar arrays

Post-installation quality checks

Periodic maintenance checks

They’re particularly valuable for large and remote installations where manual inspections are impractical.

Future of Drone Inspections in Solar Energy

The integration of artificial intelligence, edge computing, and real-time analytics is enhancing the capabilities of drone inspections. Soon, we may see fully automated inspection systems where drones not only identify problems but also dispatch repair teams or robots to fix them.

Conclusion

Drone inspections are setting a new standard for maintaining solar energy systems. By offering faster, safer, and more precise inspections, they help solar panel owners maximize efficiency and return on investment. As the demand for clean energy continues to rise, technologies like drone inspections will play a vital role in powering a sustainable future.

[solar4allenergy]

The Future is Bright with Polycab: Explore High-Watt Solar Panel Technology

In today’s rapidly evolving solar industry, efficiency and innovation go hand in hand. As India moves swiftly toward clean energy adoption, choosing the right solar panel technology becomes crucial — especially for high-demand commercial and utility-scale projects. Enter Polycab Solar Panels, a name synonymous with cutting-edge design, high wattage output, and long-term performance.

At Solar4All, we proudly offer a powerful lineup of Polycab solar panels tailored to meet modern energy needs with unmatched reliability.

Why Go High-Watt?

High-wattage solar panels aren’t just a trend — they’re the future. They allow installers and energy developers to:

Generate more power per square meter.

Reduce balance of system (BOS) costs.

Improve the overall return on investment (ROI) for solar projects.

Polycab's solar solutions are built for exactly this purpose — delivering maximum energy yield with advanced technology at the core.

Explore Polycab’s High-Watt Panel Range

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This is Polycab’s most advanced offering, featuring:

Latest cell technology for superior efficiency.

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Ideal for high-performance commercial installations and solar farms seeking top-tier output.

🔸 Mono PERC – 550Wp

A versatile favorite in the industry, Mono PERC offers:

Reliable output with high efficiency.

Excellent low-light performance, making it perfect for urban or shaded environments.

Value engineering for cost-effective deployment.

Whether you're upgrading a residential building or expanding your rooftop plant, this panel delivers consistent results.

🔸 Non-DCR Panels

Specifically crafted for non-Domestic Content Requirement projects.

Perfect for large-scale commercial and utility installations.

Delivers performance without compromise, especially where DCR compliance isn't mandatory.

Why Choose Polycab Panels from Solar4All?

At Solar4All, we believe in delivering more than just products — we offer partnerships backed by performance. Here’s why our clients trust us:

Direct stock availability from trusted brands like Polycab.

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The future is bright — and with Polycab, it's also power-packed.

[digitalwork45]

Solar Rooftop System: Empowering Homes with Clean Energy

The shift toward renewable energy has made the solar rooftop system a game-changer for homeowners and businesses. Installed on building rooftops, these systems harness sunlight to generate electricity, offering a sustainable and cost-effective alternative to traditional power sources. With rising electricity costs and growing environmental awareness, solar rooftop systems are transforming how we power our lives. This article explores their workings, benefits, and why they are a smart choice for a greener future.

How a Solar Rooftop System Works

A solar rooftop system consists of photovoltaic (PV) panels, an inverter, mounting structures, and optional battery storage. solar rooftop system The panels, typically placed on rooftops to maximize sunlight exposure, contain solar cells that convert sunlight into direct current (DC) electricity. The inverter converts DC into alternating current (AC), suitable for household appliances. Batteries store excess energy for use during non-sunny hours, while net metering allows users to feed surplus power back to the grid for credits.

These systems come in grid-tied, off-grid, and hybrid variants. Grid-tied systems, connected to the utility grid, are ideal for urban homes. Off-grid systems suit remote areas, relying solely on solar and battery power. Hybrid systems offer the best of both, combining grid connectivity with storage. A solar rooftop system’s versatility makes it adaptable to various energy needs and locations.

Benefits of a Solar Rooftop System

Adopting a renewable energy solution like a solar rooftop system offers multiple advantages. First, it slashes electricity bills. A 3 kW system, for instance, can save thousands annually, with returns often realized within 5–8 years. The system’s 25–30-year lifespan ensures long-term savings. Maintenance is minimal, requiring only periodic panel cleaning and inverter checks.

Environmentally, solar rooftop systems reduce carbon footprints. A 1 kW system can offset roughly 1.5 tons of CO2 yearly, equivalent to planting 70 trees. By reducing reliance on fossil fuels, users contribute to cleaner air and a healthier planet. Additionally, solar-equipped properties often see a rise in market value, as energy efficiency is a key selling point in real estate.

Government incentives sweeten the deal. Countries like India offer subsidies through schemes like PM Suryaghar, while the U.S. provides federal tax credits. Net metering policies further enhance savings by compensating users for excess power supplied to the grid.

Choosing the Right Solar Rooftop System

Selecting a solar rooftop system requires careful consideration. Key factors include:

Energy Consumption: Calculate your household’s electricity usage to determine system size, typically 1–10 kW for homes.

Rooftop Suitability: Ensure your roof has adequate space, minimal shading, and structural integrity for panel installation.

Budget and Financing: Explore loans, leases, or subsidies to offset upfront costs, which vary by region and system size.

Component Quality: Opt for certified panels and inverters with warranties of 10–25 years for durability.

Installer Reputation: Choose experienced providers with strong customer reviews and after-sales support.

Local regulations, such as permits and grid connection rules, also matter. In India, for example, state nodal agencies streamline approvals, while U.S. homeowners navigate HOA guidelines.

The Future of Solar Rooftop Systems

The future of solar rooftop systems is bright, fueled by innovation and policy support. Advances like solar tiles, which blend seamlessly with roofs, and high-efficiency monocrystalline panels are expanding adoption. Battery storage costs are dropping, making hybrid systems more accessible. Smart monitoring tools, using AI, optimize energy output and predict maintenance needs.

Globally, solar rooftop installations are surging. In 2024, residential solar capacity grew significantly, with countries like Germany and India leading the charge. As technology improves and awareness spreads, solar rooftop systems will play a pivotal role in achieving energy independence and climate goals.

[kenjakus-frontal-lobe]

Spirited Away - General Thoughts + Analysis

To be completely truthful, even though I'm a big animation fanatic, I've never truthfully watched much Studio Ghibli films. This is actually my second ever film from the studio (my first being Ponyo). It's been on my to-watch list for quite some time, because I remember seeing Haku's dragon form -- and I just so happen to really love dragons (I used Haku as a reference point in a presentation on theoretical movement for dragons in a Vertebrate Locomotion class last year)!

Starting out, the most stellar point of any Ghibli movie is always the animation. The animated characters at the forefront carry the typical more flat color / cell shaded art style (done to make fluid animation a lot less tedious), whereas the backgrounds are full of carefully painted depth. I did notice a few scenes, especially in the beginning, borrow from the Disney technique of creating depth / moving through those painted backgrounds via zoom. Despite the occasional borrow, the film's animation is completely unique to the studio, and characteristically full of life thanks to the fluid animation and vibrant colors.

As for the analysis, I didn't quite pick up on too much symbolism right off the bat until a conversation with my roommate, who pointed out that a good portion of Ghibli films take their themes from a post-WWII perspective. On lookback, the film carries the notion of giving the viewer the perspective of a child living through a changing world, transitioning to being built on capitalism. Like Chihiro, we're given glimpses through casual conversations into the world beyond the spirit realm -- her father's explanation of the boom and subsequent fall of Japanese theme parks post-90s, and Haku being the lost spirit of a river filled in and replaced with apartments. Chihiro is moving through a changing Japan, represented by the literal move she's facing outside the spirit realm.

Thus, the spirit realm also comes to represent behaviors a child might see in a more capitalistic realm, ones a child simply views in passing or as an uninterested, innocent third party. The bath house comes to represent greedy businesses, obsessed with the highest paying customer. And yet, when faced with No-Face, a creature that *consumes* and offers her money (gold), she declines -- she has more important matters to attend to as a child! The consumerist returns through the symbol of the pig, what her parents become after eagerly consuming copious amounts of food not meant for them. Chihiro must also continually search for some sort of job. There's subtle nods towards Japan's transition to capitalism via the ideals invading the spirit realm, something filled with traditional Japanese folklore and mythology.

To return to Chihiro's journey, we see her navigate this new (capitalistic) realm, and yet in the process grow from an ungrateful child to someone who appreciates tradition and family. From working under Yubaba, a harsh owner of a business, to visiting her twin sister Zeniba who lives a simple life and encourages Chihiro to call her Granny, Chihiro is exposed to both sides of the world. The key to saving Haku being recalling the past and appreciating nature lost to industrial expansion is also clearly significant -- Yubaba uses sludge to control a dragon, representative of water (including rivers) in Japanese mythology. Chihiro enters the spirit realm as an ungrateful child scared of change, but leaves cheerful and ready to face any change that comes her way -- a quiet proclamation of finding love for past traditions amidst a new world, and using that to bravely face the inevitably changing future.

[nikhilpal64]

Residential Solar Solutions: Your Path to a Greener Future

The rising demand for sustainable energy has transformed the way homeowners think about electricity. Residential solar solutions offer a practical, cost-effective, and environmentally friendly way to reduce energy costs and contribute to a greener planet. In this article, we will delve into the many aspects of residential solar power, from its financial benefits to the technology behind it.

Why Residential Solar Power is a Smart Investment

Investing in residential solar power is not just about saving on electricity bills; it's about long-term financial security. Here’s why it makes sense:

1. Significant Savings on Energy Costs

Homeowners who switch to solar energy can save thousands of dollars annually. By harnessing sunlight, your home generates free electricity, significantly reducing your dependence on the grid.

Lower Utility Bills: Solar panels can offset most or all of your energy costs.

Stable Energy Costs: Protect yourself from rising electricity prices by locking in predictable energy rates.

2. Increase in Property Value

Studies show that homes equipped with solar energy systems have higher resale values. Buyers are increasingly attracted to properties with lower operating costs and a smaller carbon footprint.

Solar installations typically increase property value by 4-5%.

Homes with solar panels sell faster compared to non-solar homes.

How Solar Energy Works for Residential Use

Understanding how residential solar systems work can demystify the technology and highlight its benefits.

1. Solar Panels

Solar panels capture sunlight and convert it into electricity using photovoltaic (PV) cells. These panels are usually installed on rooftops for maximum sun exposure.

Efficiency Matters: Modern panels boast conversion efficiencies of up to 22%, ensuring more energy production per square foot.

Durability: Panels are designed to withstand harsh weather conditions, lasting 25 years or more.

2. Inverters

The electricity generated by solar panels is direct current (DC). Inverters convert this DC electricity into alternating current (AC), which powers your home.

String Inverters: Ideal for simpler installations.

Microinverters: Best for complex setups with shading or varying roof angles.

3. Energy Storage Systems

Battery storage allows you to store excess energy generated during the day for use at night or during power outages.

Popular Options: Lithium-ion batteries, such as Tesla Powerwall, are highly efficient and compact.

Grid Independence: Store enough energy to reduce or eliminate reliance on the grid.

Environmental Benefits of Residential Solar Systems

Switching to solar energy significantly reduces your carbon footprint. Here are the key environmental advantages:

1. Reduction in Greenhouse Gas Emissions

Solar power replaces electricity generated by fossil fuels, which emit carbon dioxide and other harmful gases.

Each household solar system can reduce carbon emissions by 3-4 tons annually.

Over the lifespan of a solar system, this equates to planting 100+ trees.

2. Conservation of Resources

By using solar energy, we reduce the demand for finite resources like coal, natural gas, and oil.

Water Conservation: Unlike traditional power plants, solar power systems do not require water for cooling.

Financial Incentives and Tax Benefits for Homeowners

Government policies encourage the adoption of residential solar systems by offering financial incentives.

1. Federal Solar Tax Credit

The Investment Tax Credit (ITC) allows homeowners to deduct a percentage of their solar installation costs from their federal taxes.

As of 2024, the ITC covers 30% of installation costs.

2. State and Local Incentives

Many states offer additional rebates, tax credits, or incentives to make solar energy even more affordable.

Examples include net metering, which credits homeowners for surplus energy returned to the grid.

3. Solar Financing Options

Options like solar leases, power purchase agreements (PPAs), and loans make solar installations accessible without large upfront costs.

Choosing the Right Solar Installer

Selecting a reliable solar company is crucial to ensuring a successful transition to renewable energy.

1. Experience and Reputation

Look for companies with a proven track record and excellent customer reviews.

Verify certifications like NABCEP (North American Board of Certified Energy Practitioners).

2. Comprehensive Services

Choose installers that offer end-to-end services, including:

Site assessment

Customized system design

Installation and maintenance

3. Warranty and Support

Ensure the company provides comprehensive warranties for panels, inverters, and installation work.

Challenges and How to Overcome Them

While the benefits of solar power are undeniable, there are some challenges that homeowners may face.

1. Initial Installation Costs

Although the upfront cost can be high, financing options and incentives significantly reduce the financial burden.

Payback periods are typically between 5-8 years.

2. Roof Suitability

Homes with shaded roofs or limited space may require alternative solutions.

Consider ground-mounted systems or community solar programs.

3. Weather Dependence

Solar panels rely on sunlight, which can be affected by weather conditions.

Battery storage systems can mitigate this issue by providing backup power.

The Future of Residential Solar Energy

The solar industry continues to innovate, making systems more efficient and affordable. Emerging technologies, such as bifacial panels and thin-film solar cells, promise to revolutionize residential solar power.

Smart Solar Systems: Integration with smart home devices allows for better energy management.

Community Solar Programs: Expand access to solar energy for renters and homeowners with unsuitable roofs.

Residential solar solutions are not just a trend—they are a necessity for a sustainable future. With significant financial savings, environmental benefits, and cutting-edge technology, there has never been a better time to invest in solar power for your home.