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#the legend of zelda#zelda#loz#sheik#ocarina of time#side note i never updated yall but i actually did find my shiny jumbo iron valiant#a month ago#HEHDHHWJSHSJSNJDJDD#but i havent had time to finish my iron valiant drawing so i just never said it OOPS#its name is eclipse and its in a moon ball!!!
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👑 .𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐑𝐍𝐒 𝐎𝐅 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐂𝐑𝐎𝐖𝐍


ft. crown prince!itoshi sae x commoner!femreader x second prince!itoshi rin (only bc you are rin's fiancée)
🗡 synopsis. you were chosen to be the second prince’s fiancée for rin’s convenience, but fate had different plans when you fell for his older brother, the crown prince, instead. as you start hearing strange voices during your engagement ball, sae falls victim to alexis’ curse, which only your love can break. what happens when news spread of the crown prince's revival and rin finds out?
⛓ content warning. 13.3k (yikes)ノ royal au ノ classism ノ cheating themes & pdaノ⚠ rin is rude, offensive, & insulting ノ your parents & sis for plot are assholes ノ semi-arranged marriage (?) ノ reader is illiterate ノ narration heavy ノ reader gets called whore once ノ implied death & gorish description ノ implied stranglingノ animal murder ノ minimal implication of shorter readerノthe relationship with sae is highkey rushed now that i reread it.
notes. this took me two weeks+ to finish ahhh. i thank my past self for being obsessed with manhwas so muchh, and ty to rhymezone for saving my ass w/ the ancient poem. first time using capital letters when writing fanfics, only bc it's really long though, eeee.

In the Twilight of the Eclipsing Red Moon,
When Stars Align and Shadows Loom,
The Great’s Fate is Sealed in the Veil of Night,
By the Hand of One from Mystic Light.
But From the Dust of Forgotten Lands,
Shall Rise a Heart with Common Hands,
With Lips of Rose and Spirit Warm,
To Bring the Order, End the Storm.
A Crown of Old Shall Find its Grace,
In the Embrace of a Simple Face.
But Do not be Fooled, One Shall Not Bloom,
For This, Will Lead to One’s Gentle Doom.

“I beg your pardon, Your Majesty,” your father stammered, “M-My eldest daughter has fallen gravely ill, and I fear she physically cannot journey to the Grand Empire of Aquaria tomorrow!”
The king’s eyes flared open in shock as the words reached his ears. His grip on the plush armrest of his throne tightened, the baroque carvings digging into his palm.
“What?!” He yelled, dismissing the fan bearer with a sharp glare before rising from his throne and taking two steps forward. His shadow covered large over your father’s trembling figure.
“She chooses now, of all times, to be stricken with sickness? At a crucial time for our kingdom? Such insolence!” He descended three more steps and glared down at him. “Did you forget that His Imperial Highness has specifically requested a lady from your clan?”
“I—”
The king struck his scepter harshly against the floor, silencing the man. “All the other houses of your garbage clan bore only sons,” he spat, “She will go, and that is final!”
“Actually…” the commoner’s lips pointed upwards in a well-rehearsed smile as he placed a hand over his heart in false politeness. “I have another daughter. She’s eager— eager to fulfill her duty. She is twenty, two years younger than the prince, but still of age.”
King Orion arched an eyebrow and his mouth twisted into a sneer. “Very well,” he replied, waving his hand in disinterest as he returned to his throne. “Summon her.”
In truth, the king’s concern wasn’t with Aria, your older sister. He cared little for which daughter was offered up to Aquaria’s second prince. It was a political necessity, nothing more— a favour to His Imperial Highness, Prince Rin. Or more like a fulfillment of Rin’s rather odd request that came with a threat. As long as someone from your clan was presented, it mattered not to him whether it was your sister or some other sacrificial lamb for the slaughter.
At the call of your name, the guards creaked open the heavy doors, and you entered the throne chamber slowly. When you reached the foot of the throne, you lowered your body in a curtsey bow, your gaze fixed on the scarlet carpet that stretched beneath you.
“It is my greatest honour to stand before you, Your Majesty,” you said, though your indifferent tone made it clear to anyone listening that you longed for nothing more than to be anywhere but here.
But you knew the truth behind this charade. Aria wasn’t ill. She was the jewel of your parents’ eye, their pride and joy, shielded from the Empire’s gaze like a pirate’s precious treasure. You, on the other hand, were the forgotten one– the daughter they kept hidden, a mere shadow in their halls, easily discarded when it was convenient. To your father, you were a little more than a weight around his neck, an extra mouth to feed, a burden he was eager to rid himself of.
The king’s eyes scanned you up and down, his expression visibly souring as he took in the sight of your tattered ankle-high, brown dress and scuffed boots. Disgusting.
“Ugh,” he muttered under his breath, leaning on one elbow as he sneered at you. “She’ll do, I suppose. Pretty enough for their tastes.” He turned to his chancellor with a condescending wave. “Have the maids find something more… suitable for this one.”
The chancellor bowed deeply, “At once, Your Majesty.”

“Alright, you’ve packed everything, haven’t you?” your mother asked as she rubbed Aria’s shoulder comfortingly.
Your gaze drifted to the battered briefcase lying at your feet. You had stumbled upon it by accident, shoved into a forgotten corner of the dirty attic, coated in layers of dust and practically falling apart at the seams. With a sigh, you bent down to pick it up, nodding as it threatened to collapse.
“Yes,” you murmured, a bitter smile tugging at your lips, “There was hardly anything to pack, anyway.”
Your father scoffed, rolling his eyes as he wrapped an arm around Aria, who had begun to shed what you knew to be crocodile tears. The act was almost laughable. She suddenly broke free from their grasp and rushed over to you, flinging her arms around your waist with a dramatic sob.
“Y/N!” she cried, “Please take care of yourself– hic– I’m going to miss you so much!”
You hesitated for a moment before stiffly returning her hug. She was a liar, through and through, and you both knew it.
Before the act could continue, the distant sound of hooves clattering against cobblestone paths captured your attention. Gently, you pried yourself away from her clutches, turning toward the approaching sound.
Your breath hitched. The Empire’s Royal Carriage was quickly nearing, and it was no exaggeration to say that its massive size dwarfed everything coming its way. It was magnificent, its gleaming white exterior and elegant navy blue designs that were above the huge clattering wheels. Silken curtains furnished the windows, embroidered with golden threads that caught the eyes of your greedy family. But what truly stole your attention was the shining silver crown perched atop the carriage, with Aquaria’s Royal Crest.
“Listen–” your father’s obnoxious voice cut through your admiration. He leaned close, his voice coming out in a hiss, “You better behave yourself, got it? If you mess this up, it’s not just you– it’s all of us. Understand?”
You shrugged off his threat with a nonchalant nod, “I’ll do my best.”
The sounds of the porcelain horses neighing were suddenly right behind you. They looked so soft, so immaculate, that you had to resist the urge to reach out and glide your fingers through their carefully groomed manes. But you knew better. This was no place for such frivolities.
The royal coachman descended from his designated seat and approached you. His right hand gracefully flew to his heart and he bowed slightly, his eyes closing for a brief moment.
“Greetings, my lady,” he said, straightening himself elegantly as his brown eyes met yours. He took your worn briefcase from your hand and placed it gently in the carriage’s wide storage compartment in the back. Then, he slid aside the long curtains and extended his hand toward you.
This was it. The moment you stepped into that carriage, you would leave this wretched life behind forever. No more grime, no more being hidden away like some shameful secret. You would be free– or at least you clung to the hope of freedom.
Taking the coachman’s hand, you felt the fine material of your simple sage gown– one begrudgingly gifted by King Orion– brush against the spotless steps of the carriage. You could hardly believe you, of all people, had the privilege of entering something so grand, so expensive.
For one last time, you glanced back at your so-called family. They stood there, masks with feigned expressions of sorrow worn over their faces. But you weren’t fooled, and you certainly weren’t going to indulge them. Instead, a slow grin crept across your face and you mouthed a few words that served as a final act of defiance.
“Shitty lives for shitty people, I guess.”

“.... lady,”
“My….”
“My lady!”
“Hm…” You muttered drowsily, your eyelids slowly fluttering open to the sight of the coachman and several other servants peering in at you with concerned expressions. Startled, you shot upright, your hands grasping the seat beneath you. “Y-Yes!”
So far, you were off to a great start.
But now, as you finally stepped out of the carriage and beheld the regal palace before you, every bit of exhaustion from the long ride seemed to dissolve. The sight of it stole your breath and you tried to conjure up a word to describe it, but words escaped you. Beautiful, perhaps, though even that felt insufficient. Magnificent, maybe.
There were towering stone sculptures and a large marble fountain in the center, its water elegantly cascading down like it was raining crystals. The front lawn was meticulously trimmed and maintained till perfection. The walls of the palace shined, built from pale limestone that you recognized from years of working with fire and sedimentary rocks. And at the peak of the palace dome, a lone flag fluttered in the breeze, proudly displaying the Royal Crest of Aquaria.
Your home now.
Yet, no lines of maids awaited your arrival at the main entrance, as you’d always imagined from reading those fairytale books you’d find tucked away in your attic. And there was certainly no sign of your supposed fiancé— His Imperial Highness, Itoshi Rin, the Second Prince of the Empire.
But then again, it made sense. You were just a humble village girl, after all— hardly worth the attention of someone as important as him.
The sudden neighing of a horse behind you jolted you from your thoughts, and you spun around. There, your gaze locked with the prettiest set of eyes you had ever seen— legendary teal irises framed by lashes so thick they casted a shadow on his cheekbones.
If the palace was magnificent, then he was simply breathtaking.
Your heart stuttered in your chest as you instinctively took a step forward toward him, prepared to pinch fistfuls of your dress and bow down to him.
He must be your fiancé, you thought. How could he not be? Those eyes were a symbol of royalty. His dark, reddish hair swayed with every blow of the wind, and the way an exquisite sapphire brooch shone against his royal attire screamed authority.
What did they call this phenomenon? Love at first sight? But then—
“Welcome back, Your Imperial Highness the Crown Prince!” a unified set of voices suddenly echoed from behind you in greeting, and you whipped your head back to see every servant and the carriage driver on their knees, their heads bowed low, and their hands clutched to their chests.
Crown Prince? Your breath caught in your throat. The Crown Prince? In other words, the future Emperor of Aquaria?
His gaze left yours to briefly sweep over the kneeling palace workers, before he waved his hand dismissively. “Rise.” he ordered. His deep voice made you feel a sudden tightening in your throat, and you had the urge to obey though you weren’t even on your knees.
When his eyes returned to you, you flinched, every nerve of your body feeling on edge. You drew in a sufficient amount of fresh air and held onto bunches of your gown, bowing respectfully.
“G-Greetings, Your Imperial Highness,” you stuttered.
Sae guided his horse to a halt and swung his leg over the saddle, dismounting and landing on the grass smoothly. He gave the mare a gentle pat, and you suddenly felt conscious as he approached you in long strides.
He stopped just in front of you, eyes seemingly studying you. “You are?”
You swallowed nervously, daring to meet his aquamarine gaze. “Y/N,” you said softly, “The Second Imperial Prince’s fiancée.”
His eyes narrowed and he closed them fleetingly before opening them again. “I see… That foolish younger brother of mine.”
You remained silent, unsure of how to respond. Your sparkling eyes flickered to his mare standing patiently beside him for a moment too long. Her coat was as white as fresh snow, and it almost hurt your eyes the way the sunlight reflected off her.
He noticed. “Oh, her?” He nodded toward the horse, gesturing for you to come closer. “Go on. You can touch her if you wish.”
Your eyes widened in disbelief, trodding towards him in excitement. “May I, really?”
“Sure, whatever,” he muttered nonchalantly, though his gaze softened slightly. He was more focused on observing the horse’s reaction to you.
With careful hands, you reached out and gently raked your fingers through her silky mane. A delighted giggle escaped your lips as the fauna neighed softly and nudged your hand for more of your kind attention.
“She’s beautiful,” you whispered, and he hummed in interest. You paused for a moment, glancing at the prince curiously. “What’s her name?”
“Celestia,” he replied, pulling on the horse’s rein before folding his arms over his chest. He watched you interact with the animal. “She rarely warms up to anyone, but it seems as if she likes you.”
Your eyes lit up with surprise and you smiled, your fingers still tangled in the horse’s mane. “Celestia is a beautiful name… It suits her. She’s as white as the moon.”
For a brief moment, the prince turned his head to the side, as if he was hiding something from your view. He wouldn’t admit it, but he’d trust anyone his beautiful horse liked. His fingers slipped through his tousled red hair, and though his voice slightly carried a tone of arrogance, it was also laced with something else. “Tch. Thanks. I named her myself.”
You laughed lightly, “How old is she?”
“Turning nine soon,” he answered, giving her a pat. “She’s the mother of a black stallion.”
Your eyes twinkled in awe, fists clenched in front of you as you beamed up at him. “She’s a mother?!”
Sae raised a brow, leaning back slightly. “You’re standing too close.”
“A-Ah, my apologies, Your Highness,” You stuttered, retreating several steps just in case. “I… I seem to have forgotten my place,”
“No, it’s quite alr—” He started, lifting a hand as if to stop you from backing away, but was interrupted by one of the pesky servants from Rin’s wing of the palace. “...”
“I-I apologize for interrupting y-your conversation, Your Imperial Highness,” She panted, bowing low, “But The Second Prince has requested his fiancée’s presence for a private audience.”
Sae clicked his tongue in annoyance, his gaze lingering on you for a moment longer before he mounted Celestia. “I guess it cannot be helped. Fine, whatever.”
Your heart sank slightly, a wave of disappointment looming over your ethereal features. Your pretty eyes downcast and fists clenched lightly by your sides. You had hoped to stay just a little longer, either with the man you had mistaken for your fiancé or perhaps with the beautiful horse. You weren’t sure which had captured your fascination more.
You thought that, perhaps, if Rin was not unlike his brother, then marrying him probably wouldn’t be so bad.
Still, with a deep breath, you held onto your skirt and followed the maid. But just before you left, you glanced back over your shoulder at the First Prince with a smile so pretty it could coax the sun out of the sky and make even the stars envious.
“See you around, Your Highness!” You called out, waving your arm before turning around to trail after the servant woman.
Sae stood frozen for a heartbeat, his thoughts clouded by the ghost of that smile. Something stirred in his chest, something unfamiliar and probably unwelcome. He huffed quietly, silking his hand through his hair before muttering under his breath.
“Yeah… see you.”

Your heart raced as you stood before the polished double doors of Rin’s chamber. You swallowed hard in an attempt to calm your nerves. Your breaths came in shallow, like there was some sort of invisible weight pressed against your chest.
Your hand hesitantly hovered mere inches from the door. You hadn’t even met the man and yet the tension was thicker than when you had personally greeted the crown prince.
The maid beside you fidgeted, clearly just as anxious. She stammered softly, “My lady… j-just knock and wait for his word. I-I’ll take my leave now.”
You nodded, watching her scurry away so quickly as if she couldn’t wait to be out of the prince’s domain. You blinked in thought— if the servants in this wing were this jumpy around him, it didn’t bode well.
You took a deep breath, trying to steady your trembling fingers. After whispering a few reassurances to yourself, you finally raised your knuckles and knocked gently on the door.
No answer.
A few more seconds passed before you tried again, but this time you heard a deep, irritated voice call out.
“Enter.”
You gulped and planted your hands on the heavy door, pushing it open. The moment you stepped in, you held in your breath. The interior was extravagant beyond words– a room fit for royalty, as expected.
Your enlarged eyes scanned the deluxe chamber, mouth unintentionally falling agape at all it held. But the awe immediately vanished as your gaze landed on Rin. The prince stood by a grand archtop window with his back to you, gazing down at the Aquaria Royal Gardens— which, to compare in size, were bigger than your whole village fit together.
He turned at the sound of your entrance, his sharp eyes immediately narrowing with a look of disdain. His voice was flat, yet annoyed. “Quit ogling and close the door behind you.”
It was an order, and you felt your body immediately move on its own. Your hands fumbled as you quickly shut the door, unable to keep the heat of embarrassment from rising to your cheeks. You lowered your gaze, focusing on the rosa aurora marble floor beneath you.
Rin’s eyes raked over you, his foot tapping on the floor impatiently. His eyes were just as icy as his brother’s, but where Sae had a certain aloofness, Rin’s coldness felt like a blade to the throat. He eventually crossed his arms over his chest and looked at you condescendingly, “No proper greeting?”
Your mind scrambled. “Ah..!” Your fingers gripped onto the fabric of your dress tightly as you bowed stiffly. “It’s a pleasure to meet you, Y-Your Imperial Highness,”
He let out an exasperated sigh, rubbing a hand over his face as if the very sight of you was an inconvenience. “Horrible posture,” he muttered. “Your etiquette needs a lot of work.”
Your heart sank further, and humiliation washed over your whole face. You straightened up and pursed your lips together tightly, the words sticking to your throat like superglue, afraid that whatever you’d say next would only make matters worse.
He remained quiet and turned around, walking to the large seating area in the corner of his chamber. You hesitantly followed after him, taking a seat right beside him on the burgundy plush.
He eyed you sideways, clearly displeased. “...Really?”
“Um…” You shuffled your feet awkwardly, the fabric swishing against your ankles. “Sitting in front of you would be presumptuous of me… How dare I make eye contact with someone as great as you, given my position?”
He rolled his eyes at your words. “How audacious.”
“Oh— Your Highness, you’ve got an eyelash on your cheek,” You started, instinctively reaching out to brush it away. But before your fingers could make contact, his hand snapped out, roughly swatting yours away.
“Don’t fucking touch me, commoner scum.” He hissed.
You immediately withdrew, rubbing your stinging hand gently. You bit your bottom lip to keep quiet. “I apol—”
“Go sit in front.”
You obeyed without question, your body moving on autopilot as you rose from the sofa, taking a seat across from him. If you hadn’t the guts to defy your parents, what made you think you could defy a prince? You didn’t even have the strength to be angry; you were too preoccupied with trying to hold yourself together under his oppressive gaze.
What followed was more of an interrogation than a conversation.
“Can you read?”
“No.”
“Write?”
“No.”
“Table manners?”
“I eat with my hands.”
“... Can you do anything at all?”
Your fingers twisted nervously in your lap as you swallowed thickly, embarrassment creeping up your neck. “I can make really good vegetable soup...”
“...”
The silence stretched out, and you could feel your self-worth slowly becoming nonexistent. After a moment, he stood with a sigh, making you flinch.
You averted your gaze to the window and you tapped your foot anxiously against the floor. You realized you were swallowing thick lumps of nothing more than usual. All his questions were glazed with layers of dripping haughtiness and it hurt when you realized how useless and worthless you were as you answered each one.
“No, this is good,” He assured, almost to himself, as he began unbuttoning his white shirt. You looked up at him, confused.
“Good?” You repeated softly.
Rin approached you with his shirt halfway undone. He stopped just in front of you, leaning down with an expression so intimidating it sent shivers sprinting down your spine. “Do you know why I chose someone as lowly and pathetic as you, peasant?”
You rubbed your clammy palms together and paused. “I think I might have an idea,” You whispered.
“Oh? Continue.”
“You want to win the public’s favour, perhaps?” you guessed carefully, “because it shows a connection to those of lower status…”
He raised a brow, “Hm. You’re smarter than you look.” He admitted.
But his next words made your blood run cold. His hands found your shoulders, his fingers gripping onto them with not much force as he leaned closer. Your gaze ashamedly darted down to his peeking sculpted chest before flicking up to his eyes.
“After I’ve become emperor instead of that shitty brother,” he whispered, his breath hot against your ear, “you will bear my child. Then, I’ll find a way to get rid of you.”
Your whole body was trembling as soon as his hands left your shoulders. You could feel your teeth clattering slightly as you stared at the floor, unable to speak. You tilted your head up and watched as he slowly slid off an oval-cut sapphire ring, rimmed with shimmering stones of diamond, from his finger.
“Give me your hand,” He ordered impatiently.
You nodded immediately, extending your hand in front of him with starry eyes. Without a word, he slipped the opulent band onto your ring finger, careful not to make contact with your skin. You pulled away and admired the accessory— you’d be set for a thousand lives if you sold this heavy thing.
“Thank you…” You smiled softly.
“This ring is a royal heirloom, along with one other,” He warned, pointing to the Crest engraved in the gemstone. “Do. Not. Lose. It.”
Your heart pounded in your chest as you stared at the ring, nodding quickly, “Yes… I won’t.”
“Good. Now go. The maids will show you to your chambers. Be ready for your etiquette lessons tomorrow.”
You rose from the sofa shakily, bowing once more. The difference between this man and the one you’d met earlier was staggering, and you already had a not so vague idea on who you preferred.
“Then I shall see you tomorrow. Goodnight, Your Imperial Highness.”

Your eyelids felt heavy as you tried to open them. You blinked once, twice, three times– your vision blurred with remnants of sleep before gradually sharpening into clarity. But what you saw around you was anything but familiar.
Gone were the days of waking up to dusty cobwebs and the cracks and crevices of a wrecked ceiling that you had grown used to. Instead, your eyes met a vast, polished quartz ceiling, glistening in the morning light. Above you was a fancy chandelier, its long golden-framed vines dripping with crystals, and glass trickled down from the hooks.
You shifted beneath your plush cover and froze for a second, because this soft sensation was just as unfamiliar. No more prickly stacks of straw or thin, rough blankets. No, today, you had woken up in luxury.
As you sat up, memories of yesterday flooded your mind. Oh, right. You were absolutely shocked when you were first led to your room. You could say you were floored by its elegance– far larger and more lavish than any room you had imagined you’d get. Though it still paled in comparison to Rin’s personal quarters, it was hard to grasp that this space was your room.
You remembered indulging yourself in a little tour last night, exploring it in awe. There was a massive walk-in closet, filled to the brim with fine dresses and gowns of rich silks and satins. Accessories like cocktail hats, jewel-studded heels, and purses of gorgeous colours, all of which you couldn’t wait to try, filled the shelves.
The grandest thing you had ever owned prior to this was a ring made of a flower’s stem.
But as you rubbed the sleep from your eyes, you felt a shiver run up your spine. Your heart jumped as you realized someone was in the room, and you let out a small squeak, instinctively clutching the covers.
“So you’ve finally woken up, my lady,” came a gentle, slightly amused voice.
You blinked rapidly, your gaze locking onto a pair of soft amethyst eyes. The young woman standing beside you had ginger hair that fell to her shoulders in soft curls, her pale cheeks peppered with specks of pretty freckles.
“W-Who are you…?” You asked carefully.
The woman set a pair of fluffy cotton slippers on the floor beside your bed, then gave you a small curtsy. “Eleanor, my lady. I am your lady-in-waiting.”
You slid your feet into the slippers, still feeling a little dazed. Eleanor busied herself with smoothing the bed linens as though it were the most natural thing in the world. “Meaning..?” you echoed, sitting up straighter.
She chuckled lightly. “Meaning I’ll attend to your personal needs and assist you with your duties to make sure you are well taken care of.” She gave you a smile, “You’re new to all this, aren’t you?”
You looked down at the marble bashfully, nodding your head, and admitted softly, “Yes…”
“Haha, that’s quite alright. But let’s not waste anymore time! We have to get you ready for today!”
“... Huh?”

You were absolutely pampered.
The question constantly lingered— what had you done to deserve this? Probably nothing but you were thankful that you went in the stead of your older sister.
Just a short while ago, you had been treated to the greatest bath of your life, courtesy of Eleanor. She had insisted it was part of her duty as your lady-in-waiting, but it seriously felt like a ritual reserved for queens. She skillfully massaged your muscles and rubbed your scalp with rosewater serenade. And when her hands worked authentic vanilla lather across your skin, you smelled like a warm, freshly baked biscuit. An upgrade from your baths in the river.
Currently, you were seated on a leathered stool as Eleanor combed through your hair with care. The reflection in the mirror in front could leave you gushing over yourself for hours. Your gown was a waterfall of midnight blue silk with intricate silver embroidery. Your waist was still uncomfortable from the pressure of the tight corset, but the result was definitely worth it.
A delicate web of pearls hung from around your neck, cool against your collarbone. You absentmindedly toyed with the silver tassel earrings as Eleanor finished adding the final sprinkle of silver glitter to your styled hair.
“You look absolutely breathtaking, my lady!” She exclaimed as she clapped her hands together to dust off the excess shimmer.
You smiled admiringly, turning your head left and right. “Thank you, Eleanor. I never thought I could look like this...”
You stood from the stool, walking towards the door before her voice stopped you in your tracks.
“Wait, my lady!”
You turned, watching as she carefully presented a delicate box etched with faint leaf patterns. Nestled inside were a pristine pair of white fine lace gloves that were long enough to elegantly reach the elbows.
“His Imperial Highness the Second Prince has ordered that you must wear these whenever you are with him,” She said quietly.
“Ah. Thanks.”
You understood. It was slightly disappointing that your fiancé would go to such lengths to avoid touching you. Was the prospect of touching you truly that distasteful to him? But you shrugged off the thought and removed your heirloom ring before sliding the gloves on. You put back the ring on top. It wasn’t everyday you got to wear something this refined. Perhaps it would be everyday from now on…
But then, the memory of Rin’s chilling words echoed through your mind. “Then, I’ll find a way to get rid of you.”
Your heart clenched and you shook your head. As long as you did as commanded, you were sure you’d be fine.
“Let’s go, Eleanor.”

Your body tensed under the penetrating gazes of the countless servants. Their stares followed you as you walked down the Main Hall of the right wing, heading towards the heart of the palace.
They weren’t even trying to hide their gossip. Why would they? Servants here were no ordinary peasants, they were people of the lowest class of nobility. Sons and daughters of Earls, Counts, Barons.
“His Highness must be smitten,” one maid said, “Just look at her dress!”
“Isn’t she from the slums?”
“And she wears the Royal Heirloom on her finger!”
“So, the rumours were true, then?”
“I heard she thought she'd be marrying the Crown Prince.”
“Pftt, That’s embarrassing.”
The hushed whispers suddenly quieted down to zero, and you assumed it was probably Eleanor’s doing because you could literally feel her piercing gaze though she was trailing respectfully behind you.
“It’s alright, Eleanor, leave them al—”
The words died in your throat the moment you caught sight of him– the man you first encountered when you arrived at the palace. He was exiting the Council Hall, deep in conversation with what looked like an advisor or high-ranking official. Your heart skipped a beat as you instinctively lifted the hem of your dress and rushed towards him.
“Your Highness!” you called out, your voice chirpier than you had intended.
He turned at the sound of your familiar voice, his eyes widening just slightly in surprise. For a fleeting moment, it seemed you had embodied the grace of a princess… had your heel not caught beneath you. You stumbled, eyes squeezing shut as you braced yourself for the fall. But instead of tasting the cold, hard floor, a pair of strong hands caught you, steadying you by your waist.
“Careful,” he warned softly, his hands lingering for just a moment before falling back to his sides. “You’re not used to heels.”
You laughed awkwardly, but you could not hide the disappointment that washed over your expression as his hands left you. “No, it’s my first time.”
He paused. His eyes stayed on you for a moment longer than they should, taking in the way your dress perfectly complimented your figure. But he realized this, and his gaze quickly shifted to the golden deer emblem mounted on the wall.
“You… look different,” He continued, rubbing the back of his neck.
The hall suddenly felt hot, or maybe it was just the heat radiating from your face. You dipped your head, fiddling with your clad fingers. “Oh, do I…?” you sputtered softly, but you silently cursed yourself for replying in such an awkward manner. Of course you looked different!
“Ahem,” Eleanor chimed in, coughing into her fist dramatically. “Not to interrupt, but I hear some alarming footsteps…”
“If you slack off one more fucking time, I’ll display your decapitated head on a pike to serve as an example for your pathetic kind!” a voice yelled from behind.
Rin stepped out the Council Hall, his face an angry scowl as he finished lashing at the minister who scurried away like a frightened animal. His eyes then flickered towards you and his older brother, and his expression soured further.
He turned to look at your lady-in-waiting, speaking sternly. “I thought I told you to bring her to my study,”
“We were on our way, Your Imperial Highness,” Eleanor responded politely, bowing her head.
“Incompetent.”
Rin’s attention shifted to you, noticing the lacey white covering up to your elbows. Without warning, he inched forward and closed the distance between you, his hand snaking around your waist. You tensed as his not unwelcome grip pulled you closer, your palm instinctively flying up to settle on his chest. You looked up at him gently, hesitantly, but his eyes weren’t on you– they were locked on his older brother.
He eyed his brother suspiciously, “What are you still doing here?” He asked. “Shouldn’t you be preparing for your trip to Berlina?”
“Berlina…?” You repeated in confusion.
“The Kingdom of Sorcery and Magic,” Eleanor quickly whispered into your ear, leaning in with her palm covering her mouth.
Sae’s expression remained indifferent, clearly unbothered. “Shouldn’t you be focusing on more important matters right now?” He let his eyes wander lazily towards your hand on Rin’s chest before he smirked. “Like… sharpening your embarrassingly inadequate swordsmanship skills?”
Rin’s face contorted in anger and his neck flushed a deep red. His grip on your shoulder tightened just enough to make you wince. “You bastard… You’ll regret this.” He seethed through clenched teeth.
The Second Prince glanced back at Eleanor in disgust, “You’re dismissed.”
He looked back at you, noticing your extravagant dress, before furrowing his brows. “The dress you’re wearing is too fancy for a day with no important occasion.”
You glanced down at your blue gown and shrugged. “Eleanor chose it for me,”
“Who?”
“—I personally think it suits her just right.” Sae broke in suddenly, wearing a smirk on his face as though he found pleasure in annoying his younger brother.
Rin narrowed his eyes at him. “Who asked for your opinion? And what were you two talking about, anyway?”
The Crown Prince hummed, leaning against the wall behind him. “Let’s see. Well, I told her she looked different, and helped her up when she tripped on her heels.”
“Tch.”
“But be careful,” Sae’s lips twitched into a small grin, his gaze drifting to meet your eyes. “keep your eyes on this beauty else I might steal her from you. Isn’t that right, my lady?”
Thump. Thump. Thump.
“Your Highness, even if you joke around like that, I don’t think my heart can take it–” you whispered, and Sae chuckled lightly, though Rin quickly pulled you behind him.
“That’s enough, stay away from her.” He glared, barely affecting Sae. “Your little jokes aren’t funny.”
“Who said I was joking?” The eldest quipped nonchalantly, and Rin just rolled his eyes.
“Let’s go.” He exasperated, holding onto your wrist and dragging you alongside him.
As his hand guided you away, you looked over your shoulder, searching for a familiar pair of tourmaline eyes. Ones identical to those of your fiancé’s. But instead, all you saw was a broad back and auburn hair shifting as he walked away in the opposite direction.

Rin slammed his fist against the hardwood of his desk. That interaction seemed to have spilled gasoline to the blue flames in his eyes, which were already burning with rage. “That bastard thinks he can keep playing games with me!”
You remained still, hands folded patiently over your abdomen. The last thing you wanted to do was provoke him further.
After a tense silence, Rin let out a sigh and collapsed into the plush seat behind his desk. “It’s alright,” he began, his voice softening just slightly. His gaze locked onto you in a way that made blood rush quicker through your veins. “You’re my ticket to becoming the emperor—” He leaned forward. “I need you.”
Your breath hitched in your throat at those words, but you knew not to expect much. Still, you mustered a sweet smile. “I’ll do my best, Your Highness. You were mentioning today’s schedule…?”
He leaned back, propping his arm on the armrest. “Right. My father is holding our engagement ball next week. Every noble house will be there to congratulate us. In the week leading up to it, you will perfect your manners and court etiquette. Understood?”
You gulped hard as a huge bag of responsibility was suddenly thrown onto your back. A week? To not work on, but perfect everything?
“...Understood.”
—
“... After you master public speaking skills,” Rin went on, “you’ll focus on formal dining etiquette. I don’t want you embarrassing me by eating with your hands. Then, you’ll have dancing lessons and study Royal Dress standards. You also need to be familiar with Aquaria’s history, diplomacy, and customs– especially royal protocols and responsibilities, and….”
His voice continued on, listing task after task. Your head was spinning, and you thought you were going to faint and collapse to the ground. This wasn’t the fairytale you’d imagined. You signed up for the fun part of being a princess— the ballgowns and the makeup, and maybe kissing the prince. This was a chore, the kind that made growing carrots and potatoes seem like heaven in comparison.
“By the end of this week, I expect you to be flawless. I’ve brought in the best tutors for reading, writing, and everything else– all that easy stuff. Do not disappoint me.”
You nodded automatically, but not before adding an innocent thought that had slipped into your mind, in a slightly sarcastic manner. “Have you perfected your swordplay, though?”
Now the temperature in the room seemed to drop down to zero as he bore his narrowed eyes at you. You felt a cold shiver run up all your bones, and your knees weakened. “You think you’re funny don’t you? Do you really want to play this game with me?”
Your bravado crumbled. “N-No…”
“Then get some rest,” he ordered. “Your training starts this afternoon.”
You nodded and quietly turned to leave the study.

Six long days had passed by since your lessons began. Six mentally and physically exhausting days.
Your dance instructor was a strict middle aged lady with sharp eyes and an even sharper tongue, who worked you till your feet were bruised. She made you balance books and vases on top of your head as you marched back and forth, her shrill voice cutting you off whenever your posture was horrible, or when you mixed up the steps for a dance made for another song. Although you loathed her guts, you couldn’t deny the significant improvement of your poise.
The dinner etiquette lessons, however, offered a time-out from that hag. Yes, you learned the basics of formal dining– how to keep your elbows off the table, chew with your mouth closed, use the silver utensils correctly, and pat your lips clean with the patterned napkins. But, the best part, or reward, was tasting the delicacies they served. Truffles, lobster coated with butter, and tender lamb chops. And then there were the fancy desserts– macarons pumped with ganache filling, puff pastry, tartelette au citron, éclair au chocolat, and more.
All of which you had never dreamt of tasting in your life, you who had never tasted anything more luxurious than a loaf of bread.
You also learned how to read and write, not for the reasons you preferred, but good nonetheless. You had found a particular fondness for the history lessons, which were not tedious at all. You were focused at all times much to your mentor’s surprise. Learning about the Royal family’s reign— how they had ruled over neighboring lands for centuries, managing resources, trade, and finance— fascinated you.
But your ears always managed to tune in and pick up the subtle gossip rotating among the maids and servants in the halls and libraries, so you had learned a few things.
The two princes were locked in a one-sided rivalry. One was fighting crystal and pickaxe for the crown, while the true heir showed little interest in the throne he was destined to inherit.
Sae, the eldest, wasn’t just entitled to the crown by birthright. He excelled at everything– swordplay, defense, archery, and horseback riding for royal ceremonies or simple trips to cities. His skills were polished to literal perfection. Rin, on the other hand, was skilled, but not extraordinary. He always lived in the shadow of his brother.
Yet Rin’s desire to become emperor wasn’t merely a wish— it was a burning, desperate need, an ambition to prove himself worthy. To finally win against Sae.
Killing his brother, of course, was out of the question— such an act would be treason. Besides, Rin didn’t just want him gone; he wanted Sae to see the moment when he ascended the throne, to admit defeat, to acknowledge that Rin had bested him.
Rin believed that the key to winning favour with their father—the current emperor—and the people was to flaunt his achievements, which, to remention, were not as good as Sae’s. But his sharp tongue and cold demeanor made it difficult for him to win many hearts. Sae learned to place a mask behind his foul words, whereas Rin still struggled to.
And that’s where you came into the picture.
You weren’t just his fiancée; you were part of his strategy. He’ll show you off before the court and the public, showcasing to the world how he transformed a mere commoner, a peasant, into someone of worth.
You came from a disgusting, needy village, yet now you stood in royal fits. To Rin, you were a symbol showing his ability to elevate those beneath him. A tool to gain the favour of the people. You could read and write now, you were beautiful, and in the eyes of the kingdom, you had the potential to become the empress one day— if, of course, Rin managed to seize the crown from his brother.
—
It was late at night, and the moon’s natural light filtered through your curtains. You moved to your huge window and brushed aside the rosegold-embroidered fabric as you peered down at the Royal Gardens. The view was similar to that of Rin’s, since your chambers were three spare rooms away from each other.
You were exhausted, but you always had time to admire the water spilling down elegantly from the angel sculptures’ stone lips, or the beautiful shrubs clipped into topiaries.
But all the exhaustion you felt moments ago suddenly vanished when your eyes caught sight of someone unexpected.
It was the Crown Prince. You had seen Sae around the palace during these tiring six days, and you’ve engaged in many small talks with him without Rin’s knowledge. Conversations flew naturally with him, he asked you about your life before the engagement, and though you were initially hesitant, you found yourself speaking openly with him. There was a strange ease to Sae that, oddly enough, only you seemed to feel.
You stared at him a bit too long, your gaze almost boring a hole into him, and he sensed it.
Pivoting on his heel, he made direct eye contact with you from below. A soft gasp escaped your lips, and you hurriedly pulled the curtain closed. But he could still see your silhouette, and when you peeked your head out slightly from the curtain, you could’ve sworn you’d seen him chuckle.
With a quick gesture of his hand, he beckoned you down to the gardens. Your pretty eyes widened, but you found yourself nodding eagerly with no hesitation. How could you refuse?
—
Panting softly between giggles, you rested your hands on your knees.
“I can’t believe you ran to meet me in your… nightgown,” Sae remarked, his lips curving into a subtle smirk.
You straightened and boldly stepped closer until you were only centimeters away from him. Your eyes twinkled in the moonlight, and you shone a smile brighter than la lune.
Sae’s breath caught in his throat as your face came full view and he felt his body still. You were Rin’s fiancée– he shouldn't be looking at you like this. But the glow of moonlight was making it hard…
“... You’re beautiful,” the words slipped out naturally.
Heat flooded the sweet curves of your cheeks at the way he said it so casually, so suddenly. Your gaze dropped to the freshly cut grass, your fingers nervously tucking a loose strand of your hair behind your ear.
“Thank you,” you muttered quietly, your voice barely above a hush.
Silence followed. But comfortable, nonetheless. Then, you noticed his hand, palm up and waiting in front of you. You blinked up at him in confusion.
“I am aware that I am in no position to do this, but…” He paused, “May I have this dance?”
Your eyebrows shot up comically in surprise, glistening doe eyes widening for the hundredth time tonight. Your heart was thumping so fast you thought it might burst from your chest, and you feared he might hear it.
It was risky, you knew that. If Rin were awake, he might have been watching from his window– his chambers were so close to yours. You knew how much he enjoyed looking from his window from the time you’ve spent together in the past week. But, he had dismissed you earlier to rest and this moment alone with Sae was tempting.
Hesitantly, your hand hovered over his before relaxing and letting it fall in his grasp. You met his gaze, and you shyly whispered,
“I know we’re not supposed to be doing this… but I want to.” Your fingers intertwined with his, and you smiled softly. “May I have this honour, Your Imperial Highness the Crown Prince?”
Sae glanced down at your hand weaved between his fingers. His brows furrowed in a frown, and a wave of panic washed over you. You literally felt your heart leap out of your chest. Had you overstepped your boundaries?
“I was only kidd—”
But instead of pulling away, he gently hooked his finger under the wristband of your glove, sliding it off your hand. You felt warmth bloom across your cheeks as he slowly removed the other glove too, making sure to leave his touch lingering on your bare skin.
“You don’t need to wear these ridiculous gloves to bed,” he said, “It’s unnecessary.”
Your cœur fluttered. “I… I just forgot,” you mumbled, embarrassed.
He rolled his eyes, but his lips quirked into a smile as he clasped your now bare hand, while the other found its place on your waist. The fabric of your silk nightgown was thin, and his touch felt intimate, direct, and you could feel his fingertips pressing lightly against your skin.
He led you in a slow dance gracefully under the protective gaze of the serene moon, delicately spinning you before your arms naturally draped around his neck. His hand slid to the small of your back, pulling you closer. He looked so good, he smelled so good, his touch so gentle. You wanted him.
“Do you like these gardens?” He asked suddenly, giving you another twirl.
You nodded, lacing your fingers in his. “I do. It’s quiet. The palace can be… overwhelming.”
Sae raised a brow, “Overwhelming, huh? For someone like you, I suppose it would be.”
The words stung slightly, but there was no malice in his voice. You dared to meet the eyes you came to adore, “And you? Why are you here, Your Highness?”
He paused, then turned slightly. “I’m avoiding another council meeting. You’d be surprised how tedious it can be listening to old men argue for hours on end.”
You laughed softly, and for a brief moment, his eyes softened. He pointed toward a part of the garden in the distance. “Come with me,” he said simply.
You followed, trembling as the Crown Prince led you with his fingers gently wrapped around your wrist. When you came to a stop, your breath caught in awe. Before you were roses of every shade– deep crimson, soft peach, porcelain white, and candy pink.
“They’re gorgeous,” you gasped.
“Right.” Sae bent down and plucked a single red rose from the bush, turning to you with a small, rare smile. “The red ones are my favorite,” he murmured, carefully tucking the rose into your hair.
You smiled sheepishly, gently patting the rose he’d placed. “They remind me of strawberry ja—”
“They remind me of blood,” he interrupted with a casual voice.
You blinked, startled by his answer. “R-Right.”
He chuckled softly, rubbing the area around his neck. “I can see why Rin chose you.”
You looked at him for a few seconds before quickly shaking your head. “He didn’t choose me, he just wanted any girl from our clan. My older sister was supposed to go, but I went in her stead. Besides, I’m nothing special… just convenient.”
“Convenient?” His gaze darkened slightly before his hand came up to rest on your chin. “...Don’t sell yourself short. You’re more than that.”
Your head quickly tilted down and you began to fiddle with your fingers, then with the simple lace adorning your neck. “Your Highness– stop saying things that make my heart, I don’t know, hurt?”
“Oh?” He placed his hands gently on your cheeks and you looked up at him lovingly. “That isn’t good for Rin, is it?”
You shook your head, “No, it isn’t. But he doesn’t make me feel this way.” You boldly placed your palms on his shoulders and stood on your tippy toes, and as soon as he leaned down slightly in approval, you pressed a soft kiss to his cheek.
He tapped his forehead against yours and smiled. His heart was beating a bit quicker, and he found it dangerous. “Well, I’m afraid I must leave now.” He drawled.
Your heart sank a little, your ethereal eyes flicking down. You nodded slowly, “Thank you for your time, Your Highness.”
He looked down at you, his expression softening. Slowly, he lifted your hand to his lips and pressed a chaste kiss to your skin. “It was a pleasure, my lady.”
If he couldn’t hear your heart thundering in your chest one thousand miles per hour moments ago, then he sure could now. As he disappeared, you placed your hand over your chest, rubbing over the spot where he’d kissed.
It seemed like Sae had yet again bested Rin in a game neither had realized they were playing.

Tonight was your engagement ball, the grand celebration that would officially announce your impending marriage to Rin.
You were both in his chamber, dressed fully in fancy outfits. He wore an elegant white attire adorned with the brooch of Aquaria and a navy blue sash draped across his chest. You wore a pitch black gown embroidered with gold, matching gloves, and heavy golden jewelry that Rin had exclusively bought for you.
The party had already begun downstairs, the grand ballroom filled with the most important guests from across the empire. But the grand entrance of the soon-to-be bride and groom had to wait for the Emperor’s speech, set to occur an hour after the festivities commenced.
“It’s a lunar eclipse,” you mused admiringly, leaning against the window. The moon, bloody red from the umbra, hung in the night sky ominously. “I’ve read about the phenomenon in the Royal Library. The stars look so close… they look like they could fall right into our hands.”
Rin rolled his eyes and walked closer to you, resting his hand on your further shoulder. He stared out the window in boredom. “How poetic,” he muttered sarcastically. “Even the moon is congratulating us tonight.”
You turned your gaze from the sky to him, your hand gently smoothing out a small wrinkle on his sash. “It’s time, isn’t it? We should head to the Ballroom.”
He grumbled in response, pushing your hand aside as if your touch was unnecessary.
The intricate grandfather clock suddenly chimed loudly. Midnight had arrived.
Tick.
“In the Twilight of the Eclipsing Red Moon…”
Tick.
“When Stars Align and Shadows Loom…”
Tick.
A strange voice seemed to rise from nowhere. You flinched visibly, a shiver creeping up your spine as the tiny hairs on the back of your neck stood up. You quickly found Rin’s hand and grasped it tightly.
“D-Did you hear that?” You shuddered, voice trembling.
He raised an eyebrow. “Hear what? You’re imagining things.”
You shook your head, swallowing hard. “No… I swear, I heard something– like a voice. It was…”
He scoffed, shaking his head dismissively. “It’s just the clock ticking. Don’t start getting all nervous on me now.” His grip tightened around your hand, but you doubted it was for your comfort. “You’re going to be on your best performance for me, Got it?”
You hesitantly nodded, your gaze lingering on the moon for a few more seconds. The red, eerie glow still haunted your thoughts. You reluctantly turned away, looping your arm through Rin’s to exit the chamber and enter the grandeur.
“Yes…”

“And I want to thank you all once more for attending tonight’s ball,” The Emperor’s proclamation boomed from behind the closed doors. The attention of every soul present was on him. “I would now like to announce the formal entry of The Second Prince of Aquaria, and his fiancée, a soon-to-be princess, Y/N!”
The large doors, decorated with orchids and bloody red roses, parted dramatically to reveal you and Rin hand in hand. The Royal Guards on each side immediately stiffened and raised gloved hands to their head in salute.
The aristocrats hushed immediately and their eyes followed as you both stepped onto the red carpet, descending the grand staircase and heading towards the two thrones.
You halted just below the steps of the thrones, immediately lowering your head in a bow of respect alongside Rin.
“Greetings, Your Imperial Majesties,” you murmured, lifting your head as you learned to.
“... Thank you, Father, Mother,” Rin’s voice followed formally.
Your gaze shifted towards the Empress. You particularly loved her as her lovely crimson hair always seemed to remind you of Sae. Oh, speaking of the Crown Prince, where was he? You hadn’t caught a glimpse of him yet.
You turned your head, eyes subtly scanning the room in search of a distinct redhead. And in the corner of your eye, you found him leaning casually against a balcony pillar, arms folded over his chest and eyes closed.
Your gaze softened at the sight of him before refocusing on the mob of aristocratic ladies and noblemen that had rushed to circle your betrothed as soon as the Imperial Greetings were over. They approached and offered smiles under snobby and vexing expressions, backhanded compliments under the guise of praise.
“Such a refreshing choice, Your Imperial Highness!” A brunette lady gibed, fanning herself with an elegant fan as she slyly smirked, “You’ve truly outdone us all in… originality.”
A Lord chuckled beside her, his laugh insufferably pompous. “I must say, Your Highness, I certainly admire you embracing such humble roots! A prince of the people! Ho ho ho!”
“I’m glad we have such a reliable prince who values all his subjects equally!”
“It is odd that His Imperial Highness the Crown Prince hasn’t found a lady yet.” One brought up.
An Earl added, “That’s true. He’s supposed to step up to the throne sooner or later. He needs an heir once he becomes Emperor.”
You squeezed Rin’s hand discreetly as he bit his lip in frustration at the mention of his brother. He needed to restrain himself at least this one time.
“I appreciate your sentiments–” he began, but faltered for a split second. “No I fucking don—” You squeezed his hand again, giving him a gentle nudge, and he cleared his throat. “Your support is reassuring,” he finished with a strained smile.
As your fiancé continued chatting with the backhanded nobles, your attention kept drifting towards Sae, stealing quick glances every now and then. He had begun conversing with a group of higher officials and ministers, likely discussing Berlina, The Kingdom of Sorcery and Magic that he had frequented many times to strengthen the Empire’s growing alliances.
Loud enchanting music began to play from the orchestra and many already established couples began to dance in the center. Expensive and rare gifts began to pile at your feet, congratulatory offerings from various guests. Rin accepted them indifferently and reluctantly offered his thanks with as much enthusiasm as the stone sculptures that lined the ballroom.
“This jewel was found in the Ancient land of Topion and is thought to bring good fortune!”
“This exotic bird from Elakis produces gold everytime it sings!”
“This sword is forged by a legendary ghost smith whose body lives in the volcanic depths of Loo!”
You froze when Sae stepped forward as the next gifter, and it seemed like the entire room was also holding its breath. He approached, your widened eyes drifting down to the elegant box in his hand. He opened it, revealing an intricate necklace with shimmering, round pearls.
“An authentic pearl necklace crafted by the Merman Emperor of Eau.” Sae presented with his usual calm demeanor, making it hard to believe that he had spent days negotiating with the merman to create a necklace exclusively suitable for you.
Your mouth parted in surprise, and the words tumbled out. “Oh– thank you! It’s… beautiful.”
Rin rolled his eyes, gently fisting your hair and lifting it to expose your neck. “You didn’t have to do that,” He hissed through gritted teeth, looking at Sae with teal eyes that crinkled in hate.
Sae met his brother’s glare with a simple hum, fastening the beaded necklace around your neck. You bit your lip tightly as his touch lingered on your skin, looking down at the pearls that beautifully settled against your collarbone. “That would be disrespectful to you both, I’m afraid,” He said. “Even Our Father, the Emperor, has offered her pleasantries.”
Rin clicked his tongue and looked back at you, wrapping his arm possessively around your waist and pulling you closer to him. He pressed a quick kiss to your forehead, catching you by surprise. The Crown Prince narrowed his eyes at the gesture.
“Come on, darling,” Rin emphasized as he spat out the term of endearment, though he internally cringed and wanted the ballroom to rupture and swallow him whole. The pet name left a bitter taste at the tip of his tongue. “It’s time for our dance.”
You nodded, your lips parting to speak, but, “Of course, Your High—”
“The Great’s Fate is Sealed in the Veil of Night…”
That haunting voice again. Your ears were ringing. You quickly squeezed your eyes shut and froze in your tracks.
“...By the Hand of One from Mystic Light.”
“I-It’s the voice again!” You whimpered, hands flying to your ears in a desperate attempt to block out the sound. “I hear it!”
Rin scoffed loudly, glancing left and right at the guests who were exchanging confused looks. Sae, on the other hand, seemed out of it, with half-closed, bleary eyes.
“Quit it, you fool!” Rin cursed in annoyance, his patience snapping. He grabbed you by your shoulders and yanked you to his chest away from their judgemental gazes.
“Voice? I don’t hear anything,” a lady whispered.
“Neither do I,” someone else chimed in.
A voice snickered, “She said ‘again’.”
“His Imperial Highness must be marrying someone with auditory hallucinations.” The words stung as they left another noble’s mouth.
Then, in an instant, the ballroom plunged into darkness as the bright chandeliers went out. The ballroom was only illuminated by the glow of a large bolt of lightning, and a thunder rattled so violently it deafened you and shook the windows. When the bulbs flickered back on, a shrill lady’s voice pierced the silent room.
“T-The Crown Prince! He’s not moving!”
All eyes shot to Sae, who lay motionless and graceful on the floor, hand on top of hand. He looked calm, as though he was merely resting.
You gasped in fear, hands flying to your mouth as you tried to stay balanced on your feet. Rin’s eyes in particular were the widest. The atmosphere in the room immediately shifted to terror as everyone noticed the ink-blue vines creeping slowly up his neck, thorn designs wrapping themselves around his throat.
“T-That’s… Alexis’ Curse!” The Emperor panicked.
You had read about it. Alexis’ Curse—an ancient legend of a wizard scorned by love. His heart had been shattered by the daughter of a shoemaker, Michelle Kaiser, who had chosen her Earl lover over him. She always refused Alexis’ advances, and the gifts he’d always present.
Enraged, Alexis had cursed the Earl, condemning him to a fate of eternal sleep unless the one he loved kissed him to break the spell. The curse wasn't one of eternal youth, however—the body continued to age, to decay, until there was nothing left but ugly bones.
But because Alexis had disposed of his inked body in his tower, the Earl had died alone, Michelle never finding him.
The curse had become a myth, that Alexis’ wrath was aimed at those of high status, warning them of the dangers of meddling with those beneath them.
But the nobles’ faces were literally drained of colour because what had once been myth was now terrifyingly real, before their very eyes.

It had been a few weeks since the disaster during your engagement party.
They had sealed Sae’s lifeless body deep in a chamber within the Main Palace’s basement. You attempted sneaking in multiple times, but you failed– the entry was heavily guarded and there was too much risk. And besides, if slipping past your lady-in-waiting wasn’t hard enough, Rin had become increasingly possessive as the possibility of being promoted to Crown Prince rose. That is if he was elected as so in the Royal Committee Meeting.
He was proud enough that he’d permit small acts of closeness– letting you remove your gloves when in his presence, even sharing his chamber. So, you would never risk waking him up while trying to sneak into the basement.
You recalled the aftermath of the disastrous ball vividly:
—
“I never knew he was so pathetic,” Rin sneered that night, running a hand through his dark hair before resting it at your throat and squeezing lightly. “Falling in love with you? A commoner? He must be out of his mind.”
He chuckled as he released you, pulling you into his chest.
“The whole Empire is so stupid. They think he fell in love with someone else. But it’s better this way.”
—
Yet despite Rin’s actions, your thoughts remained with Sae. You’d spent the weeks caring for Celestia, his white mare, as well as tending to Rin’s black stallion which he had never bothered to give a name to. You learned from the stable workers that Celestia was the mother of the charcoal horse.
Tonight, however, a once in a red moon opportunity presented itself. Your fiancé was away on royal business in Yelund, negotiating financial matters with their government in place of the Crown Prince. You took this chance, knowing it was the only one, and decided to sneak out.
You left your chamber, clutching a cage with a rat you’d found in the servants residence. You made your way through the darkened corridors until you reached the entrance of the basement. You hid yourself behind a large stone pillar and took a deep breath, tossing a small block of cheese across the room as a distraction.
The guards were alarmed by the subtle noise and quickly whipped their heads and ran towards the sound. You bit your lip in concentration— everything was going according to your plan. You quickly released the rat from its cage, watching it scurry across the concrete, and silently slipped into the Royal basement. You sighed in relief as you heard a guard's voice.
“Oh, it’s just a rat. Guards, get back into position.”
—
You slid off your heels so that your bare feet barely made a sound as they grazed the stone steps of the staircase. The basement wasn’t very illuminated if not for the dim candles that hung on the wall, and the stench was not horrible as you thought it would be. Instead, it smelled like preserved jasmine.
You were at the last step when you put your hand on the concrete wall, trying to catch your breath.
At the bottom, in the center of the relatively smaller room, stood a rectangular crystal glass box. Inside it, Sae lay perfectly still. The sight of him made your gaze soften and your heart clench as if it was put in a meat slicer. His skin was pale, but it was bolded, in contrast, by the inky blue vines tracing thorn and rose patterns across his body.
His cheeks and ears were faintly flushed by a baby pink dust, and his lips looked so soft, so gentle, so inviting. Stray strands of his red hair lay on the cushion beneath him, his long lashes resting against his cheekbones.
You were aching as you approached the enclosure. Your fingers trembled as you pressed them to the glass, your breath slightly fogging the surface. Tears blurred your vision as they began to roll down your cheeks, and you leaned down to gently caress his cheek with your bare hand, feeling the coolness of his skin.
You sniffled and your palms went to rub your glossy eyes, before you straightened up and curled your fingers on the glass in a tight grip. He looked beautiful, you thought, with roses that matched his hair colour surrounding him all over.
“Your Imperial Highn— no, Sae—” you whispered, “I… I love you, too.”
You cupped his face with quivering hands, your thumbs rubbing sweet circles on his skin as you contorted your body awkwardly to reach him. The glass was positioned high, at your waist’s level, so you had to twist your body and bend to touch him intimately.
Sae remained unmoving, yet you had hoped that somewhere deep within his slumber, he could sense your touch, or the sincerity of your unsteady voice confessing your reciprocated love.
As you leaned in to kiss him, that same sharp voice that you always hear yet again cut through your ears, and you instinctively covered them with your hands for protection.
“But From the Dust of Forgotten Lands,”
Your heart thumped faster in your chest as you tried to shake it off.
“Shall Rise a Heart with Common Hands,”
Beads of cold sweat trickled down your temple— you could never get used to the voice, no matter how many times you’d heard it.
“With Lips of Rose and Spirit Warm,”
Your hands fisted at the cotton under Sae, inhaling deeply before bending down until your face was inches away from his.
“To Bring the Order, End the Storm.”
Your lips hesitantly hovered over his mouth before you fluttered your eyes shut and pressed them against his in a kiss. Your lips together were so soft, yet they weren’t moving against each other like a mutual kiss would. They locked seamlessly in a way that felt strangely natural, as if the pair were made for each other.
Your lips lingered against his for a few seconds, and you wanted to relish the moment more, but you felt a subtle shift in Sae’s body. A faint flinch, almost imperceptible, ran through him, and the blue roses on his skin suddenly began to glow.
You pulled back before you could fully comprehend what was even happening, your lips just brushing his as you turned and sprinted towards the stairs. Fortunately, the guards on duty were in the midst of a shift exchange, so you assumed you had gone off flawlessly.
But not entirely.
A certain awakened man had caught a glimpse of your hair as it bounced during your escape.

The first light of morning stabbed your eyes, and they fluttered open abruptly as you realized Rin’s hands were on your shoulders, shaking you harshly. His face was itched in a deep scowl, his breath hot against your skin.
“What the fuck is all this about? This is what I come back to, you fucking whore?” He fumed venomously.
You blinked in confusion– your head was still fogged with sleep, after all.
“W-What..?”
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The usual tranquility of the whole palace was broken by hurried, squeaky footsteps and frantic voices. News of the Crown Prince’s revival had spread like wildfire through the Royal Quarters: the sleeping prince had defeated the curse and had awakened after only a few mere weeks.
The servants and maids rushed through the hallways, scrambling to prepare for what would be an unexpected audience. Gossips and rumours flowed through every corridor of the palace faster than the head maid brewing herbal tea in preparation for noble guests.
And in the Royal Gardens outside, hundreds to near thousands of noblemen and noblewomen who were alerted of the Sae’s revival gathered, dressed in their finest dresses and suits.
Oh, you were so fucked.
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“M-My lady, this isn’t good!” Eleanor cried as she ran into your room, “Hundreds of guests have arrived in the Throne room, and both princes are there too! His Imperial Majesty is now urgently awaiting your presence!”
Your hands instinctively wrapped around your abdomen, and you suddenly felt nauseous. Your body shook slightly, your teary eyes fixing themselves on the ground. You loved Sae, you really did, but doubt was gnawing at your organs. Kissing him felt right in that moment, yet you were starting to regret ever doing it.
What if he didn’t want your help? What if your peasant lips had tainted him? What if he didn’t want you?
“I… I don’t want to go,” you hiccuped, walking around your room in circles. “I’m so stupid, I should have never—”
“No, my lady,” She interrupted gently. “You must.”
You gulped and nodded hesitantly. Rin’s anger lingered in your mind like salt and pepper— his eyes were boiling over with rage, his face tinted a deep crimson red. You had never seen him like that, and now, as you stepped into the crowd gathered in the grand hall, all heads turned to look at you in a way that made you even more uncomfortable.
But the Emperor, however, did not seem angry. Weird enough, he looked elated for reasons you couldn’t yet pinpoint.
As Eleanor had said, Rin and Sae were both present, standing opposite each other like the rivals they were. Rin was struggling to contain the way he was absolutely fuming, while Sae was blatantly staring at you with no intention of hiding it. Unlike the way you usually reacted to the Crown Prince’s gaze, you felt rather nervous, flexing and unflexing your fingers.
You pinched the fabric of your simple gown and bowed low, and the thin patterns of the marble floor never seemed so interesting.
“Greetings, Your Imperial Majesty,” you addressed.
The Emperor nodded in acknowledgment, before turning his attention to Sae expectantly. “My son.”
“Yes, father.”
Before your wracked mind could process what was happening, Sae suddenly began striding toward you. Rin was a considerable distance away from you but he also furrowed his brows in confusion. A million thoughts started to run through his mind and he felt the unease creeping up his spine. Had they planned something behind his back?
Sae came to a stop in front of you, and your breath caught in your throat as you felt his arms, so muscular despite being under layers of hand-crafted clothing, loop around your waist and pull you close. Your face pressed against his chest, and your hands awkwardly hung near your sides despite being desperate to place themselves in places they’d beg to touch.
Loud gasps and surprised awes of the hundreds of uninvited, stunned guests echoed throughout the large room.
“Hey, what the heck–?” Rin suddenly snapped, biting down on his lip so hard that blood seeped out, the iron leaving a metallic taste on his tongue.
He didn’t like you, not really, but he had finally claimed something– someone that his older brother desired, and now it felt as though Sae was taking you from him.
It irritated him to no end, the way Sae’s hand gently patted your hair and the way you sheepishly smiled into his suit like an idiot– who the heck did you think you were? How could you? How fucking dare you?
And more importantly, why was the Emperor fine with this? Why was he chuckling so carelessly akin to the circus’ fool? What was going on?
But your mind was already in Saturn. You were lost in the Crown Prince’s musky scent and the oh-so-delicate taps of his fingers on your head, and when you heard that voice again, you closed your eyes knowingly and smiled for the first time in what felt like forever.
“A Crown of Old Shall Find its Grace,”
“In the Embrace of a Simple Face.”
“Y/N.” Sae’s voice broke through your thoughts and the voices of gossip in the crowd died down instantly. He tilted your chin up gently, thumbs caressing your face sweetly before his hands found their place on your cheeks.
Your eyes darted left and right nervously, avoiding his gaze. He'd never called you by your first name before. You shook those thoughts away and met his gaze. “Yes…?”
“You know,” He started, “To break the curse, the feeling of love must be mutual…”
Your cradled head nodded in his hands in embarrassment, and you felt heat creep up from your neck to your ears. “I’m aware,”
“So?”
Your eyes widened and immediately snapped down to the floor, watching your simple heels shuffling softly. You couldn’t help the soft giggle that escaped past your lips, and you only hoped that no one had heard that. You looked up at him affectionately.
“I love you…” Your voice dripped like melted caramel on his tongue, so sweet.
He smiled– a real, genuine smile that no one besides you could see– and leaned down, whispering an “I love you too,” before sealing his lips against yours. The kiss was gentle, and you let out a soft sigh as your fingers curled onto the rich fabric, gripping onto his attire tightly. His lips were warm as they moved against yours, unlike the cold, unmoving lips that you had claimed a while back.
When you finally pulled away, your eyes fluttered open, dazed with bleary eyes, little hearts seemingly etched into your pupils.
The crowd erupted into cheers and gasps, and maybe a few rolls of the eyes and glares from jealous noblewomen or daughters of Lords who had hoped to have Sae all to themselves, though you barely registered anything.
Why would anything matter, when you were here, openly in his arms?
“His Imperial Highness the Crown Prince is in love with his soon-to-be sister-in-law? This is hot news!”
“The Second Prince didn’t love her anyway.”
“He didn’t? But was it really a marriage of convenience, then?”
“No way, he must have been in love. What’s there to gain from a commoner?”
“But what could a village girl like her possibly offer the Crown Prince?”
The Emperor suddenly rose from his golden throne and stepped down the carpeted stairs, standing in the center. He cleared his throat and raised his scepter high in the air.
“I, the Emperor of the Royal Empire of Aquaria, officially dissolve the engagement between Y/N and the Second Prince, and announce the engagement between her and the Crown Prince!”
Rin’s eyes twitched. His fists clenched tighter by his sides, knuckles white and nails digging deep into his palms. He felt humiliated in front of so many people, but it is said that what goes around comes around.
“Huh? But Father, she's—” Rin began, but the Emperor turned his head and shot him a threatening glare.
“Emperor’s order.” With a voice that sharp, there was no possible room for argument.
You also stood frozen, mouth hanging open in disbelief as you blinked at the Emperor in the distance. But Sae’s fingers tipped your chin back up and his lips latched onto yours in a bold, open-mouthed kiss.
“Look at me,” he murmured as he pulled back slightly to look at you, his breath warm against your skin.
Your breath hitched, your gaze locking onto his. “Your Highness… I can’t believe this is happening,” You whisper-yelled in excitement, your hands waving around uncertainly.
He gently poked your cheeks. “You’ll take my last name since you don’t have one.”
You pinched yourself to check if this was all just a dream. If it was, you didn’t want to wake up. But it was all too real. The Crown Prince was now your fiancé. You were going to be the Crown Princess, and eventually, the Empress. And you were going to take his last name because commoners do not have the privilege of family names.
And despite everything, you strangely felt no deep remorse. You had slightly opened up to and grown fond of Rin in the past few weeks– he had those moments, but with you in his brother’s arms right now, you felt something different. You felt bad, but at the same time you didn’t. It wasn’t guilt. It was more complicated, but in the end, you didn’t dwell on it. You didn’t need to.
Rin stood in his spot motionless like a fallen angel’s statue, face hidden by a brush of his dark bangs. His eyes were fixed on the floor and his hands were clutching onto his pants like if he removed them hell would break loose.
His plan had backfired on him. Initially, he had chosen you, a commoner, as his fiancée to gain favour with the people, to appeal to the majority of Aquaria’s population, who were commoners themselves. It seemed like a strategic move at the time. His father, the Emperor, was known for his peculiar love for equality and would occasionally volunteer in villages, much to his dismay. Rin had believed marrying you would show his alignment with his father’s baffling… values, and would increase his chances of becoming the next ruler.
But no. His darn prodigy of a brother had bested him once again. Sae was better at everything: swordplay, horse riding, diplomacy, even winning nobles’ hearts. And now, his brother had not only fallen in love with his fiancée, a dumb commoner from the slums that he had chosen to boost his image, but also managed to make her fall heads over heels for him as well.
If that hadn’t infuriated him enough, he despised how his father wore that sickeningly proud smile on his face as he clapped his hands together, and how the couples were cheering and twirling like morons on the floor. While he stood stiff and awkward in the corner, insides seething in mixed emotions, hearing your stupid giggles and his brother’s irritatingly sweet reassurances of a better life with him. Sae had taken everything away from him, and it felt like salt being rubbed into an open wound.
But Rin hated his older brother, and he hated you too.
So on the night of your wedding, the chambermaid in your room let out a blood-curdling shriek, her face as pale as the moonlight that shone through the window.
Cruel streaks of mulberry and plum bruises painted the delicate canvas of your neck. The once-pure white of your nightgown now blemished with spreading stains of deep cherryrose dye called blood, seeping through the fabric and into the silken sheets beneath.
A severed porcelain horse’s head lay propped beside the body with vacant eyes, and scattered across the carpet were shattered remnants of a pearl necklace.
“But Do not be Fooled, One Shall Not Bloom,”
A dagger, its handle carved from true blue sapphire, was loosely wrapped between cold, limp fingers of a lifeless corpse sprawled across a river of red.
“For This, Will Lead to One’s Gentle Doom.”

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SCARY STORIES IN THE DARK · . · ¨ : ` · . . · ‘
𐂂 . ݁ ₊ ⊹ . ݁ ˖ . ݁ㅤ LOTTIE MATTHEWS x QUEEN BEE ! READER
the tale ㅤ queen bee tells lottie scary stories around a campfire, and deluded imaginations run rampant beneath the safety of the trees ㅤ the warning signs ㅤ deluded thoughts, lost, pretty girls cuddling in the nighttime, the darkness sets them freeㅤ sit down and listen for ㅤ 1.1k words

it has not yet dawned on you that your life is over. the world has come to a standstill in time, awaiting for your return back to the mainland. the clocks have paused. for now, it is just you and the trees, and the team you love so dearly.
they are furious with you. coach is dead, panic is a heavy deadweight over the shoulders of every surviving member, and you are feet away, weaving the stems of dandelions into rings.
"this is for you," you say when darkness covers the world in a blanket. it settles in between the leaves and branches and nestles itself into the minds of your teammates, letting them drift off to sleep as it lifts their worries into its hands.
you and lottie were always close. she would invite you over to stay with her family, and in between the dosages of her medicine, when the lines between herself and the more acceptable version of herself were so thin you could look into the depths of her eyes and see every inch, she would whisper to you that you reminded her of herself.
you were light, she was dark. together, you eclipsed into something so beautiful that it was dangerous. must have been, with the way the others steer clear of you now that you are the only company each other has.
lottie stays, though. attached to your hip, and now attached to you — she puts your dandelion ring on and admires it in the flickering campfire. "pretty."
she is not looking at the ring, but at you. the log she sits on is too empty, but you are comfortable closer to the earth, where you can brush your fingers across the grass and feel the tickle of dewdrops and flower petals.
you do not notice her lingering eyes, playing with a thick blade of grass. you do notice, though, when she whispers your nickname like a prayer into the listening dark. "queen bee."
and you smile, because how lovely was it to be a queen? you even had the embellishments. a dandelion ring on every finger, and blades of grass woven into the ring finger ones — and into lottie's. you don't tell her this, though, either.
"yes?" you whisper back to her, glancing up from the dark to look into the eyes of the stars. she is pretty, isn't she? her curls are frizzy from the day's humidity and frame her face like they encapsulate gold within their borders.
sometimes you thought lottie could hear into your mind. you used to test it, at soccer practice, to see if she heard your commands. as most queen bees tended to do, whether she heard you or not, you influence her actions and end up in possession of the ball. you were connected; of course she gave offerings to you like a deity.
but she smiles now, like she can hear into your mind, and how high on a pedestal you've put her, too. "what's your head sound like right now?"
it is something she asked you often. while hers had been quieted by the medication, yours was a wild array of colors and music. she loved the way imagination looked in your eyes and told you as much.
"music," you breathe the word as lottie breathes your name — reverently, lovingly, "songs."
"what do they sound like?"
you were not a singer, and she knows this. she knows everything about you, and you know everything about her. the sun and the moon, eclipsed once more.
so you scream.
the sound echoes through the trees and every person asleep in the grass startles awake, some more panicked than others. you do not notice. the blades of grass were startled, too, and you had to calm them with a soothing touch to their surface.
"that's a beautiful song," lottie says over the cacophony of curses and protests in your direction.
it's no time for your psychotics, bee! but you were not crazy.
what the fuck, bee? don't they hear the music in the wind? the hums that leave the queen's lips, pretty stories just for the surviving women of the wood?
"it is haunting," you say to her, finally looking up to meet her through the curve of your eyelashes. "the antler queen haunts me."
lottie's eyes brighten at the sound of her name. she is the favorite character amongst your fairytales. how couldn't she be? she was a fair maiden and a fairer ruler.
"come here." lottie slips down to sit in the grass with you, her legs open for you to sit between. you slot in easily. you were handmade to be her missing piece. "i'll protect you from her cries."
you shake your head, slipping another grass ring around your finger. atop the ring one to match lottie's, as if you'd married her in the glow of the campfire. "she does not cry tonight," you tell her, a gentle correction, "she is very happy with us."
lottie hums thoughtfully, twisting a strand of your hair around her finger. her chin rests on your shoulder, free arm wrapped around your waist to tug your spine into the press of her chest. "what is story and what is true?"
that question tends to lose you a little. what was made up to help you cope, and what was fact? you couldn't tell, not even back on the mainland. thank goodness that the world was on pause, because you would truly be lost if soon, the team returned, and you had to catch up. maybe the antler queen would keep the hourglass on its side forever, so that time could never drain away in the form of sand grains.
"it is all true, now," you tilt your head back to meet her eyes, a little smile playing on your lips. nature called to the yellowjackets so desperately that it grabbed a fistful of your plane and tugged it into the ground, and took a blood sacrifice for the time it took for all of you to arrive. the antler queen was fair and just. she gave, and she took.
lottie's hand traces reassuringly along your ribcage, leaving sparkling shivers in its wake. maybe she presses a kiss into your skin through the worn fabric of your shirt. maybe it is the antler queen reinstating your words with her own physical evidence. maybe, as you have always thought, in the crevices of your mind, lottie and the antler queen are one in the same.
"the antler queen will guide the way. she must. we belong to her, now."

notes this was so fun to write i hope it's not too cuckoo bananas for everyone HAHAHA little queen bee is just a lady with questionable coping mechanisms that accidentally fuel another mentally ill girl's delusions !! you can't blame them !!!
tags @h8aaz @bluemerakis @briisbananass @bloodofswans @funkycoloured @rositaslabyrinth @bldgutsnlove @ultravi0lence14 @stereotypicalbarbie @artificialroux
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Uh oh! Looks like you found a Ghost!! 👻
This is my new DCA OC Ghost (they/he) that I mentioned a little bit ago! (This is my first doodle of them, so I may tweak them a little bit in the future, but for now this is They!!)
They're an older dual AI DCA model (one of the first produced in the DCA line) that was put into storage after a few years of use! They were slated to be upgraded but never were. Unfortunately the technician didn't properly shut them down before they were put into a box either, only doing a timed sleep mode instead of a full shutdown, so eventually they woke up hours later.
They spent quite some time in the box. In the dark.
Eventually they broke out because of their low battery (and fear of shutting down 'permanently'), and found themselves in a large warehouse, alone.
They stayed there for a very long time. Hiding and waiting. They've degraded over time due to lack of maintenance so they're functioning, but not well, and covered in grime and dust. Their light sensor no longer works so they're able to switch out whenever. (Since they're an early model, they don't have the 'Eclipse' function.)
This Sun and Moon love each other romantically and have a complex identity. Considering themselves partially as one person and also separately. They refer to themselves as 'I' but also 'we'. They prefer to be addressed by the singular name Ghost for both of them no matter the 'mode' their in.
The Sun hasn't handled any of this well, going from a happy Daycare Attendant to being shoved into storage and then the prolonged seclusion, its taken a heavy toll on him mentally. He's afraid to switch out unless it's deemed 'safe' by him and Moon has checked the area thoroughly. He's a ball of anxiety, prone to panic attacks, and when cornered would not be above harming whoever cornered him to get away. (Almost feral like.)
The Moon is the one that fronts the majority of the time and is very protective of his Sun, also willing to do whatever needs to be done in order to protect him or calm him down.
Both have become very good at hiding and leaving almost no traces of ever being there, unless you know where to look and what signs to look for. Which is why they've gotten away with hiding in the warehouse for so many years undetected.
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The Bakunawa [Filipino mythology]!

Whether it is said to live in the sky, the ocean or deep in the underworld, the Bakunawa (also Baconaua or Bacunawa) is one of the most important spirits in the religion of the indigenous people from the Philippines. A creature of truly unimaginable proportions, the Bakunawa is so large that eclipses were claimed to have been caused by the great serpent devouring the moon.
This monster was also associated with natural disasters: it causes typhoons by blowing air through its cavernous maw, and creates earthquakes by shaking its titanic tail. It was for this reason that Visayan people would make noises (by shouting and beating empty cans) during natural disasters, to scare the snake and make it leave.
Among the Ilonggos people, the Bakunawa resembles a shark with a bright red tongue and whiskers around its mouth. It is equipped with ash-gray wings to soar through the heavens, and a series of smaller wings sprout from its sides. Fitting with its aquatic characteristics, the Bakunawa lives deep in the ocean.
Alternatively, the Visayan people describe the creature as a gargantuan dragon-like snake with a characteristic looped tail. This seems to be the most common depiction today. Belief in the Bakunawa is derived from Hinduism, and the name (which means ‘bent serpent’) is likely derived from Sanskrit.
In a Cebuano story, there were once seven moons in the sky. The Bakunawa, wanting to possess them, started devouring them one by one. After eating six moons, the god Bathala stopped him. Interestingly, an alternate Visayan story portrays the Bakunawa as a playful (but ultimately not malicious) animal enticed by the brightly shining moon. Believing it to be a ball, the gigantic snake played with the moon and swallowed it.
Yet another version, in Karay-a belief, has the Bakunawa be a species of monsters rather than a single individual. Some of them have a thin or transparent stomach – if these creatures eat the moon, a partial eclipse follows. Others have a thick-walled stomach, and they can cause a total eclipse.

Whether it is a shark or a snake differs between versions and regions, but the Bakunawa always retains its main defining trait of devouring the moon.
The Bakunawa is still alive today and its movements still influence our world: the supposed movement of the beast (on a 16-point chart) is the basis for the Visayan calendar. For example, at the start of each year, the creature’s head points to the north with its tail pointing to the south. This indigenous calendar was actually censored because of Christianity for a time.
As recent as the late 20th century, a belief persists that the orientation of a newly built house has to align with the creature. For example, the staircase has to face the Bakunawa’s back, or else the evil aura of the monster will enter the house and kill the homeowner’s family. For this purpose, people would consult a ritualist or ritual manual to determine the snake’s current position during construction.
Sources:
Mojares, R. B., 2012, “Dakbayan”, A Cultural History of Space in a Visayan City, Philippine Quarterly of Culture and Society, 40(3/4), pp. 170-186.
McCoy, A. W., 1982, Baylan: Animist religion and Philippine peasant ideology, Philippine Quarterly of Culture and Society, 10(3), pp. 141-194.
Gaverza, J. K. M., 2014, The Myths of the Philipines, An Undergraduate Thesis Submitted to the College of Social Science and Philosophy Diliman, Quezon City, as Partial Fulfillment of the Requirements for the Degree of B. A. Linguistics, p. 28-29, 108-110, 177 pp.
Ramos, M. D., 1990, The Creatures of Philippine Lower Mythology, Phoenix Publishing House, p. 35-40, 424 pp.
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(Image source 2: Patricia de Vera)
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So Uhhh... SOTM DayCarw Attendant Lore, Huh? (SPOILERS)
Secret Of The Mimic has some...interesting... Daycare Attendant lore and designs.
The Moon suit is straight-up hilarious. I'm sorry. I was expecting possible prototype models for Sun and Moon, but that one really caught me off guard. Gotta love ball Moon.
Moon.exe is the most interesting piece of Daycare Attendant lore by far, though. It seems to have double implications. For starters, it seemingly does some representational storytelling about Fiona, Edwin, and the Mimic. But I'm going to assume it also has implications regarding the Daycare Attendant. In Moon.exe, we find pieces to build Moon. We straight-up see and build the same design that we see in Security Breach. That has gotta be more than just a coincidence and more than just representing the Murray family. Sun is also Fiona. F10-N4 is also represented as a sun on her when we "meet her face-to-face." We also see a lot of sun and moon props throughout the game. We do not see any sort of costume design for Sun himself, however, nor do we see one for Eclipse.
I haven't had much time to sit and properly comprehend the meaning of any of this stuff fully, at least in regards to the Daycare Attendant himself. The game hasn't been out that long, after all.
Did F10-N4 perhaps design the current design Daycare Attendant we know and love? I don't think she designed Sleepy Moon (Ball Moon). I mean, it seems like something either of them could have designed. Like a love child of sorts. Just like M2. As I theorized, the Data Diver is definitely involved in their creation. It is literally called Moon.exe as well. It's pretty straightforward what that entails, and what its original purpose was. Although we see Fiona being represented by a sun, we don't see Sun's design itself anywhere in the game. He is nonexistent in both the main game and Moon.exe. Same with Eclipse. It looks like Moon came before Sun for sure, unless there was maybe a Fall Fest Sun design we have yet to see in the future. I don't know.
All I know is, Moon's current design can be seen in Moon.exe, and that we see a suit version of him in the secret basement. The ending where we rebuild him in Moon.exe is not the canon ending, which is why I haven't mentioned the line "You rebuilt yourself, but now you are split in two." In that ending, it is mostly used to symbolize the story we see unfold in the main game. We obviously didn't build Sun and Moon via Moon.exe. But I do believe Moon.exe is, well, storing Moon's programming, as its name would suggest. Serves as a fun minigame with lore implications as well. It doesn't explain where Sun or even their merged form, Eclipse, came from. We can only speculate there.
Someone ended up with the Data Diver regardless. Someone who likely used it to build Moon, or perhaps the entire Daycare Attendant. Whether this is the Mimic, F10-N4, or someone else, we can't yet say. But whoever ended up with it would have access to Moon.exe. We know Sun/Moon/Eclipse are all connected to the Data Diver and its future form, the Faz Wrench, in some way. We just have to put the pieces together to figure it out...
#daycare attendant#dca#dca community#fnaf eclipse#fnaf sun#fnaf sun and moon#fnaf moon#sundrop#moondrop#kind of a theory?
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Satoru was leaning lazily against a wall, mindlessly humming a nameless tune the violins are playing somewhere in the room. He’s been nursing the same glass of champagne the whole time, slowly swirling the liquid around his glass as he looks around the room. His eyes land on you, well you and Suguru. In the few years he’s known you, he’s yet to see the two of you getting along, and this time is no exception. You’re both subtly arguing, though not many could tell, but Satoru can, the way Suguru’s eye twitches just slightly and the way your nails are biting into your arm.
Yeah he noticed.
In one quick motion he downs the rest of his champagne and pushes off the wall, starting towards the two of you. Its fun to watch of course, but Suguru looks like he’s about to spontaneously combust, and he doesn’t want a real fight breaking out so he needs to step in. He tosses the glass behind him, hearing a faint shatter in the loud room as he walks towards you two. Satoru throws his arm around Suguru’s shoulders and smiles at you, dressed all nicely for their little formal gathering, Suguru said he couldn’t call it a ball so he didnt, boo.
“My my, you look stunning sweetheart, we’re so glad you could make it.” Satoru’s eyes run over you, goodness that dress-
He’s snapped from his momentary lusty haze when Suguru speaks up “Im not happy.”
“WE’RE so happy.” He gives Suguru’s shoulder a warning squeeze, “Sugu you should go get us some drinks yeah?” He knows he’s gonna hear all about his betrayal later. Geto basically despises you, so this was a temporary escape, and he starts walking off, “Thank you sugu~” he says with a wave knowing its just pissing Suguru off more.
The moment he’s out of sight Satoru is laughing, wiping tears from his eyes and almost doubling over “Oh lord- please excuse his highness’s behavior, im not sure anyone can make him as mad as you do dear. He’ll warm up eventually, maybe.”
You laugh and shake your head “I dont think he will ever warm up to anyone but you Gojo-“
You’re cut off by a finger pressing to your lips, and you look up just to be met with those pretty cerulean eyes. “Please, call me Satoru.”
“Oh- of course. Well thank you, Satoru, because i feel like another second and he would have decided to hell with manners and would have beat the hell out of me.”
Honestly he doesn’t hear the rest of your sentence after you’ve said his name, because goodness does that name sound beautiful coming from your lips, it sounds so sinful yet so sweet, he could cream his pants just from that alone.
He doesn’t even realize he’s staring at you until you say his name again to get his attention and a red hot blush flushes his face. “Oh- oh sorry i zoned out. Its quite loud in here, how about we go for a walk?”
You agree, and as your walking out Suguru returns with the drinks and catches the two of you leaving, his eye twitching. Traitor…
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After that night he just knew it, he had to have you, he had been acquainted with you for years, friends for a few months, and now? Now he just wants you all to himself, and that’s selfish because what if you don’t want him? Of course you want him who doesn’t? But…
He’s pulled from his internal monologue when he sees you walk out your front door across the street and sit down on the porch swing, holding a steaming mug, tea, he knows you hate coffee. He thinks back to your walk together, back to your words…
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The night air was cool against your skin, walking just a bit ahead of him, your eyes on the moon. “Are you more of a sunset or sunrise kind of guy?”
“Where did that come from?”
“I just want to know, ive always pinned you as the sunset type.”
“Sunrise. The promise of a new day is so refreshing.”
The two of you stop and you look at him and smile “Thats poetic.”
“Maybe. I assume you’re more the sunset type? Theres a certain romance to sunsets, always pinned you for a romantic.”
“I guess i am, the sunrise kind of matches you honestly.” You smile and look him over “But the sunset makes the sky feel alive. Watching the moon take its place across from the sun, I’ve always seen them like lovers, the sun and the moon. It’s like they’re saying hello before they’re forced apart again. A tragic romance really.” You look away and your eyes drift back to the moon.
You’re looking at the moon, but damn it he cant tear his eyes off you. Your words, they hit deep in his chest, he never thou of it like that. The way you see the world is utterly captivating, poetic, beautiful. He’s staring again, but he doesn’t want to look away anytime soon.
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So here he was making his way over to you again, to his moon. The sun is slowly rising, painting the sky orange and pink with hints of red, but its not as captivating as you. You dont notice him until your swing stops momentarily and he sits down by you, arms stretching over the back of the swing.
“Good morning Satoru.”
He could get used to that. To you. To cozy mornings.
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“The way you think is captivating.”
You turn back to him and smile, “You’re a sweet guy, y’know? I hope you find the moon to your sun one day, Satoru.”
His heart fluttered in his chest and before he could say anything you were walking away. You took his heart with you that day.
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Months. It had been months and he has absolutely failed to make you realize that he wants you, maybe you’re just dense, maybe he’s bad at this flirting thing. This time he was going to make you realize. He needed to.
There you sat on your porch, currently sketching out none other then Satoru, he was late today but he showed up as the sun began to set, and his eyes landed on the sketchbook, blushing slightly at the sight.
“So, ‘s that me?”
“Yeah, it is. Oh look, the lovers are out.” Using your pencil you point to the sun and moon, simultaneously in the sky, shining across from eachother. The way you put it. “The lovers.” Goodness he wished you were referring to the two of you instead. You’re talking again before he gathers the courage to speak up.
“You know, the sun and moons love story is honestly so sad, the original starcrossed lovers. The sun is always chasing the moon, and the moons always just ahead, but to the moon, its flipped, chasing for eons, only shining because it reflects the sun. Its like they’re never to be together. They dont know they’re chasing eachother.”
Satoru is stunned, staring at you in disbelief. Your words, they struck a nerve, made him realize that maybe, just maybe, you were doing the same thing he was doing.
Chasing
You’re his moon, He’s your sun.
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Creative Minds Think Alike
Episode One--Episode Two--Episode Three--Episode Four--Episode Five--Episode Six--Halloween Special pt. 1--Halloween Special pt. 2 (Here!)--Halloween Special pt. 3
Happy Halloween!
Come and join me on all the fun the castle is having with our annual Halloween Festival!
Enjoy! ~~~~~~
(POV: Written by @amymaleneart!)
The spooky atmosphere of the Halloween festival is almost intoxicating. Everywhere I look, I am just filled with giddiness seeing the wonderful decorations for all hallows eve. Something about the wonderful autumn colors, along with witchcraft purples and ebony blacks, fills me with such joy that it’s like drinking serotonin straight from the tap.
Hmmmmm…I wonder what that would taste like?
I turn back to the buffet table I have been painting all day to fee all the hungry ghouls and goblins. I open up my blackened hand, as dark as obsidian to reveal my yellow (my favorite color) paw pads that are adapted to my human-like hands. I concentrate and watch as my toe beans go through a rainbow of colors until each pad settles on the palette desire to create this new beverage.
I get to work dipping my claws to sketch out a new punch bowl in the shape of a pumpkin, with its top cut off that’s made out of iridescent crystal. I wait for my magic to solidify it into actual crystal from the wet paint it’s made from.
Next I create splashes of tints and hues of milky oranges and creams. As I watch the liquid fall into the punch bowl, I quickly draw up ice cubes of bats and eyeballs. Each newly formed hardened water plops into the refreshing beverage, quickly chilling the now completed masterpiece.
I reach over to one of the many paper cups to use to dip into the punch for a taste test.
“Color! Are you really going to use your dirty paws to get that drink?” cries my overly concerned golden friend. I roll my heterochromatic blue and green eyes. But he’s right, this would be a bit unsanitary. I swiftly draw up a punch spoon to match the bowl. With ease, I scoop up the attractive beverage to finally taste test one of my creations.
Placing the cup against my lips on my gray face, the citrusy sparking beverage of strawberries and peaches flow down my throat. The sensation of nostalgia, happiness and calm spreads out from my stomach to the rest of my furry body. My black with yellow tip fox hears wiggle in delight at these wonderful flavors.
I hear a deep gruff voice chuckling behind, causing me to look up at my other blue and grey friend. “If I was going to guess based on your reaction, that punch is very delicious,” says the cosmodian alien named Dr. Moontiedea Obquartz, Moon to his friends.
“Why of course it is!” shouts the other cosmodian alien known as Dr. Sunafetia Obquartz, otherwise known as Sun. “Color is the best chef in the entire galaxy. Even the best in this dimension.”
I watch in silence as the twin brothers talk, sipping my drink. I am so happy these two, as well as Captain Dawntitus Eclipseso, aka Eclipse to a very few, had agreed to help me out at the humongous buffet table. This isn’t the first time they have been outside of the canvas. But it always made them feel a little daunting to find out your characters in a story. Thankfully they quickly become okay as the memories from their previous visits return to them.
This is something that always occurs whenever they leave their world thanks to this castle’s magic. It helps keep the characters from losing their sanity thinking they are “not real” But they are always real to each other and that’s what matters.
I take a moment to admire the assortment of colorful dishes I spent all day painting. From snacks of ghost shaped crackers with cheese and meats to baked pizza balls in shapes of mini pumpkins and just about anything else you could imagine, I can create. There’s even a section for the guest that would have some dietary restrictions. And of course all the sweets you can eat.
Because I am not paying attention, I fail to notice that my cup in snatched from my hand by Moon.
“Moonie! That’s not very nice,” Sun yells at his brother. Moon chuckles in response like the gremlin that he is. After taking a sip from my cup, he hums in delight as he says, “This taste wonderful Color. I didn’t realize you put zofifinas in this punch.”
“Oooo, let me try.” Sun says excitedly as he takes my cup from Moon’s hands. I laugh noticing that Sun had indirectly stolen my cup too. He sips the drink and his six ears also wiggles in delight that they look like it’s spinning around his face. “This does taste amazing! But all I taste is the robingreengo.”
I giggle a little bit loudly, my voice sounding like windchimes. They both look at me with an inquisitive look. I settle down my laughter to hand sign to them, -That’s because the drink changes depending on who drinks it and what makes them happy. I call it my “happy juice”.-
“It’s definitely making me happy,” says Sun
“I got to say, it’s still weird seeing you with only two arms. Luckily the magic stones Miss Raven has provided translates you well enough,” Moon comments.
Yes, the magic does help with any translation of any language, real or made up. But I still have my own magic place on my y/n, Stardust. Even in a place like this, the language barrier between them and the aliens is still there. Not even another person can translate for Stardust when it comes to Sun, Moon and Eclipse. I even kept the illusion going by telling them people would be dressing up in many different costumes. And the biggest trend right now is to be dressed as a human that’s also wearing a costume.
I know I’m lying to them. I didn’t think it’s a good idea to completely ruin their reality.
Speaking of, where are Eclipse and Stardust?
I look around the ballroom at the many faces of character and creators. If we were back in my canvas, my aliens and I would be four times bigger than just about everyone here. But thankfully, I was able to shrink us down to be able to accommodate. Even though my aliens are still close to 7 feet tall. Thanks to that, I finally spot the dark calico cosmodian, Eclipse, as he is gathering the little children together for the next activity.
I couldn’t help but smile as I also spotted my harpy chicks, Sundrop and Moondrop, with their Caretaker y/n standing by.
I giggle at how adorable both little cuties are dressed up as little ravens, wearing a cape of black feathers and a mask with a protruding beak. Even y/n dressed up like a scarecrow holding a plastic jack-o-lantern filled with their treats. I almost suspect they got the idea for the costumes from our host. Especially after their last visit when they got the new plushies from her.
I had debated on what costume I could wear, but settled on an ornate witch’s hat with black feathers that shimmer and shine with hidden rainbows of colors. I do love colors after all. Besides, I’m always in disguise in my fae fox form. Otherwise I have my usual colorful overalls and long sleeved shirt.
The chicks have been having a wonderful time playing games and trying to eat as much gummy worms and sweets before it’s taken away to be saved for later. Sundrop’s very pale yellow eyes stare in wonder. at the decorations. While Moondrop rosy eyes stare hungrily at a particular plate of cricket cookies on my table.
Finally I spot Stardust talking with some other y/ns. Sun had changed the appearance of the suit to black with glowing neon spider webs for the festivities. It took a lot of convincing the three brothers to get them to let Stardust wander around freely. But even they deserve to have a good time. Besides, I reminded them that their wristlets can track their movement.
I wonder when Raven would be stopping by? I got something special I wanted to give her.
Speaking of the devil, Raven quickly runs over to the buffet, tackling me in a tight hug before pulling back, “Good evening! Your costume looks amazing!”
I laugh at the archivist’s antics, returning the passionate hug with a happy wag of my yellow-tipped black tail. I pull away so I can sign, - All I did was wear a hat. Nothing special. –
Raven steps back and crosses her arms while leaning forward a bit, “It’s a very COOL hat!”
She laughs before scanning the options at the buffet table.
- Well, what do you think? I hope I made enough food to last the evening. –
“It all looks delicious.” She praises while picking up a ghost cracker. She takes a small bite and her face lights up. “And tastes delicious as well.”
She looks around once more, spotting Dr. Sun and Dr. Moon as they talk around the punch bowl. “Glad to see those two again. Especially after peeling all those potatoes…”
- Well, you should have thought of that before picking a fight with Roxanne in front of the captain. It was almost like you wanted to get punished with kitchen duties.- I tease Raven.
“Hey!” Raven meant to be stubborn but I’m guessing my happy energy overwhelms that and she ends up laughing with a small snort. “How is the Private by the way? Not causing you any trouble I hope.” She asks while picking up another treat. Her feathers bristle in delight when she tries it.
But before I could answer her, a little silver fluffy troublemaker of a chick yanks on her wing as he demands attention.
She grunts in pain, dropping her unfinished treat. Raven looks down at her feet, smiling at the small harpy. Eyes widen as she takes in his costume. She crouches down and ruffles his head feathers, “Such a cutie~! You make a wonderful raven Moon.”
She gets completely ignored as he snatches the cricket cookie off the ground to consume. Yet he purrs at the complement and allows pets.
“Moondrop!” cries y/n, causing the mischievous bird to flinch. “What did I tell you about stealing?” We all look up to see zir running over with Sundrop trailing behind them. Ze quickly scoops up Moondrop, who has already finished eating his prize. “I’m so sort about that Raven. You’re not hurt are you?”
She tilts her head and smiles at zir. “I’m alright. Don’t worry.” She gives Moon a long look before scooping him up into her arms in a flash. She spins him around making zooming noises before setting him back down on the ground, laughing. “Sorry Moonie. You just remind me too much of my little brother.”
The dizzy chick giggles because he found it to be more fun than he thought. But then Sundrop starts screeching, “ME NEXT! ME NEXT!!” The jealous yellow chick jumps up and down, flapping his yellow wings, causing a few black feathers to fall off.
Raven chuckle, giving both me and y/n a “what can you do” look. She crouches down and holds her arms out to the yellow harpy, who almost knocks her over when he runs into her embrace.
Raven steadies herself and lifts the chick high in the air. Making high trills as she spins him around. After setting him down, her hands over around him as he stumbles a bit.
Both chicks giggle with such glee it’s as sweet as the sugared confectionaries on my buffet tables. I reach into a big cauldron pot full of candy and pull out two lollipops of colorful swirls, that’s as big as their heads. The harpy chicks’ eyes grow so large they might pop out of their feather heads. As quick as lightning, the both snatch their treasure and run towards the closest hay bales, with their Caretaker running after them.
I tap Raven on her shoulder to get her attention. -So that’s a great trick from my little Moondrop. Now it’s time for your treat.-
Raven raises a brow, tilting her head in question, “My treat?”
A wicked smile growing on my face that matches perfectly with my witch’s hat. I turn and whistle to my aliens to get their attention. Sun’s six ears shoots up in the air and asks, “Oh! Do you need it now?”
I nod yes.
Dr. Sun smiles as he ducks down under the table and pulls out a covered pie carried basket made out of willow wicker, walnut wooden lid and black leather straps. I sign, -Thank you,- as I take it from him, being careful not to drop it. I turn to Raven and present the basket to her.
Raven takes a step back after seeing my smile. She laughs nervously, her feathers puffing up, "Color...What are you up to?"
I cock my head and wait patiently for the nervous archivist to take the basket.
Raven sighs and reaches out, taking the offered item. She gently lifts the top of the basket open to see what was inside.
A waft of spices and steam escapes from the basket to reveal the silky smooth mashed potatoes of a familiar emerald green color. There is a silhouette of a raven bird made from blackened chickpeas, on top of my alien version of a shepherd’s pie.
-Since you were so helpful in the Kitchen, I made this pie just for you.-
Raven blinks a few times, mouth hanging open in shock. She tries to form words but the amazing aroma of the pie leaves her speechless. So instead she holds the basket up with one hand and uses her other to tightly hug me. Her wings beat happily behind her, accidentally hitting a poor staff bot.
I hug her right back with my own tail swish back and forth to end up knocking another staff bot to the ground.
I can hear Dr. Moon laughing behind us. “You all better be careful and stay clear of the danger zone.”
I lean back and sign, -Glad you’re not sick of space potatoes.- “Not when they’re in the form of such a delicious looking pie.” Raven muses, putting a hand on her hip. “Makes peeling all those blasted things worth it.”
I shake my head at how silly she can get. But I’m glad she’s out archivist and not the some stuck up snob.
I got her a cup of happy juice, which gladly took from me. -Just be certain to take a moments and actually eat it. We don’t want you to end up with an upset stomach because of all the sweets.-
“Don’t worry,” Sun chimes in, “Moonie and I made sure to bring plenty of bismuth subsalicylate just in case. As well as any medical equipment for an emergency. Just send them to us and we’ll take care of them.”
I snap my fingers as I recall something I was asked to tell Raven. -Captain Eclipse wanted me to remind you that if you need his help with organizing defenses against the trolls, all you have to do is call for him. He has experiences handing such “characters” and knows how to handle.-
Raven’s shoulders drop more as she breathes out a sigh of relief and gratitude. “That would be wonderful. Please give him my thanks.”
I didn’t realize how tensed up she was until she made that sigh. I tilt my head as I feel a little bit concerned for my friend. -Are you okay? Is there something the matter?-
Raven moves the basket’s handle to the crook of her arm to gesture with her hands as she explains. “I’ve been getting reports of suspicious activities going on around the Castle. And our security is already stretched as thin as it is with the recent council’s inspection.” Raven shakes her head and smiles once more, “So I’m very happy that Eclipse will help with guarding the castle.”
I take a moment to think before I open up my paw again to activate my magic. Quickly in the air, I paint up a little whistle that looks like a phoenix. I hand it to Raven signing, -You can blow this anywhere on the castle grounds and Eclipse will hear it. It will also send up a warning flair to your location.-
Raven tales the whistle, eyes starting to well up. She holds the whistle close to her chest and bows, wings spreading out along the ground as she does so. “THANK YOU SO MUCH!”
My ears flinch at the very loud sound, although I make sure to keep a smile on my face. -Easy there with the volume. I can be considered a mute, but I’m not deaf.- I laugh with my joyous sounds as I give her one final hug. -Now you need to get going so you can eat that before it gets cold.-
Raven blushes from embarrassment and nods her head, thanking me one last time before saying goodbye. She goes to leave but then turns around and snatches a few treats from the buffet table. She put them in the small free space in the basket then heads on her merry way, waving over her shoulder.
“Color! We need some more mummy jalapeno poppers. Moonie ate the whole plate!” Sun tattled on her brother.
“Hey, you ate some of it too!” he growls back.
I just shake my head at the two. Oh well, I suppose a creator’s work is never done.
(POV: Written by @amarynthian-chronicles)
Raven walks down the path, taking in the many Residents enjoying the festivities. She had a simple masquerade make covering her eyes and a black cloak over her shoulders. She has yet to notice the group of people walking towards her.
Playful shadows began to dance along the walls and the floors, as if completely holding a mind of their own, and soon the cackles of twin vampiric aristocrats were heard. Marquis Moon and Viscount Sun were about to enact their silly pranks on dear Raven, but a stern voice stopped them. “Behave, boys, you know the rules. Hello, hello, Raven, how are you?”
Raven turns her head, smiling as she takes in her dear friend. “Good evening Lady Amary! How are you this Halloween night?”
A soft smile grace’s Amary’s features as she conjures a little basket full of sweets and gifts for her friend, “The boys and I are making sure that the entire castle area is secure and we are having lots of fun while doing so! We did catch a few wayward monsters trying to sneak in, but I bribed them with treats to obey.”
“Bribe? Or lure in so that the Viscount and the Marquis can play tricks on them?” Raven asks with a mischievous smirk and a small tilt of her head.
Amary giggled, “Well, the boys do need some playmates for enrichment, and it is better for them to mess around with demons and monsters than with our esteemed guests here, correct? Besides, it is fun hearing them bicker. Sun keeps giving the monsters unsolvable riddles and Moon is trying to trick them into soul contracts. Dear Eclipse is oddly calm, I wonder if he is secretly listening to us.” Amary looked at the shadow on the wall.
Raven shivers at the thought of the grand duke, eyes darting to every shadow that jumps out at her. Black feathers bristling from anticipation.
The shadows on the wall were deceptively calm and almost mocking as they tried to create a false idea of safety. Amary raised an eyebrow, before looking over at the jewels in the nearby decorations, as well as many metallic objects. “His eyes are everywhere where precious stones and metal resides.”
Raven shudders before snapping her head to one gem in particular. She grumbles then snaps her fingers, purple mana glowing from her hand. She grumbles harder when the gem dims a bit and a cold presences takes its place behind her, much like a grim reaper.
A dark cloak threatens to engulf her, almost as if making a parody of a comforting embrace, golden eyes glowing as the grim aristocrat spoke, “Greetings, dear one, I heard that you have been curious as to my whereabouts. Have I satisfied your curiosity now? I should be compensated for such a service with a dance.” Amary cleared her throat and reprimanded him, “Clipsy knock it off, you are scaring her. Don’t make me take your Wi-Fi again.”
Raven snorts and looks over her shoulder at Eclipse with a raised brow, “You have Wi-Fi? Old man?”
The Grand Duke made a slight grumble a cranky purr, huffing “I do prefer to watch certain documentaries on that “inter webs” you children use nowadays.”
“Pfft! ‘Inter webs’?” Raven covers her mouth as she shakes from restrained laughter. Her wings flapping in amusement. She looks at Amary with an expression that says, “I’m sorry but I can’t help it”.
Amary giggled as well “Isn’t he adorable? You should have seen him when he was trying to write something on the phone, his claws were so hard to type with and he kept poking the phone!”
Raven snorts again hearing the duke harrumph behind her. She clears her throat, trying to act serious. But it was like trying to keep a wave upon the sand. “I’m sorry, my lord.” She bows to Eclipse, snicking.
Eclipse merely smiled, conjuring a beautiful dark spinel gem, “Amuse yourself all you wish, the sweetest laugh is the last one. I am still hoping you would one day accept my offer and bear this jewel I give to you. Immortality awaits you, little bird.” Amary cleared her throat, “Clipsy, could you give me the security report while you are already trying to entrap poor dear Raven?” Eclipse made a slight grumble, “The perimeter of the castle is secure, although I did sense some dark energies from the Purple Threat. My shields will hold him.”
Raven sighs and rubs her temple, “Those freaks have been trying to breach the defenses for a while…thank you duke for capturing one!” Then she crosses her arms while looking at his offered gem, “and I would rather share a dance with the viscount and marquis than become your slave.”
As soon as she said that, a playful cackle came from a nearby painting, as Viscount Sun came out of it as if it were its own living dimension “truly? Did I hear that correctly?” A nearby shadow began morphed into an orchestra of darkness, Marquis Moon appearing as the musical maestro. “We do accept the dancing offer. No take-backsies, little bird.” The twins were quite silly. Amary reached for a glass of wine to sip on “It is fascinating how my boys manage to both handle such complex security while trying to seduce people.”
Raven rolls her eyes playfully, “I’ll say…I think it was last week when I was working on preparations for the festival when a certain marquis thought it’d be funny to dump a bucket of paint on me.” Raven puts her hands on her hips, “Any of this ringing a bell Moon?”
Fittingly, Moon conjured a pretty little golden bell and began to ring it “Gracious goodness, it does seem to ring one! Do pardon my mischief, it was all to bring laughter, nightingale.”
Raven covers her mouth as she snorts, amused by Moon’s antics. She turns to face Amarynthia once more, “I do hope you’ve been enjoying the festivities and not only patrolling the area.”
Amary reached at the nearby tray of food and took a cupcake, “indeed! I love the entirety of the decorations and the happy vibes that are gathered in these halls tonight. Not to mention that Moonie here will be bringing his spooky band later to play some symphonies.”
Raven nods her head, smiling at Moon before giving him a small bow, “I look forward to your performance!”
The Archivist straightens up, the feathers on her wings shifting with the occasional breeze. One of her raven familiars flies down in front of Amary as Ravenwriter reaches into her cloak. “I got you something actually…” With a shout of joy, Raven pulls out a small box with small leaping cats carved into the wood, “This is one of those…uhm Special items you’ve been looking for! I hope you will find them useful!” The actual raven on the ground lets out an affirmative caw.
Amary makes a happy noise as she accepts the gift, “Thank you so much, my dear Raven! I have some treats for you, as well!” She waves her hand and suddenly a large red box appears. She opened it, revealing magnificent chocolates, “All for you!”
“Oh my goodness!” Raven squeals, taking the offered box of goodies. “These look amazing! And the designs are adorable.” Each chocolate piece was shaped either as a sun, or crescent moon…and there were a few cat themed ones as well.
Amary smiled and squeaked with joy, “I am glad you like them, Raven! Anything for our Archivist, you deserve the best with all the hard work you do for our castle. I see so many lovely guests have gathered.”
Raven beams, looking out fondly at the crowd of creators enjoying the festivities. Some even choose to bring their families, friends, and partners. It was a night of joy.
“Indeed. I’m so honored to have so many residents under my protection. And I’m thankful for all they do to help out.” Raven turns and looks at Amary, “Thank you.”
Amary conjured a cute pair of Sun and Moon plushies, “Before you go, take these, for protection! They are very powerful!”
Raen chuckles, “Do you mean actual power, or just their adorableness?” Both plushies were soft to the touch and incredibly cute. Raven thinks back to her littlest sibling as she looks at the toys.
Amary giggled, “a little bit of both! The more you love them, the more power they gain as shields and good luck charms!”
Raven smiles, “In that case, prepare to be the smothered in an avalanche of affection you humble plushies!” She laughs and places the dolls and chocolates in her basket. Then she looks back up at the vampires behind Amary. “I’m afraid I have more duties to attend to, my lords. That dance will have to wait.”
The three vampires made rather adorable disappointed noises and pouts as if they were spoiled puppies. Sun and Moon in particular, “We shall be waiting nevertheless! An eternity if we must!” The Grand Duke was about to say something, but a stern glance from Amary made him remain quiet. He knew he had to be a good boy now.
“Well, I’ll let you continue keeping all of us safe.” Raven smiles, “once you’re done with your patrol, why don’t we hang out with the others for the rest of the festivities?”
The vampire twins perk up in joy at hearing that, “does that mean you shall dance with us, precious Archivist?” Once more, Eclipse too was about to say something, but he comically elbow nudged by Amary, losing his breath. Amary happily spoke “of course! It would be my pleasure!”
Raven chuckles before giving one last bow to the creator and her vampire guards. She then heads on her ways, wings shifting to better accommodate to her steps.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Thank you @amymaleneart and @amarynthian-chronicles for your amazing writing! It was a blast and honor to work with you both again!
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Truth, dare, spin bottles; you know how to ball, I know Aristotle

Or, how our two favourite idiots complete each other for the better.
TW: implied/referenced alcohol abuse
ao3 ..........
They’re opposites on most fronts, really.
Dark and broody Emily ‘thunderstorm’ Prentiss, who can’t (and frankly, won’t) start a day without a cup of coffee, black. And, most of the time attached to the brunette in one way of another, Jennifer ‘sunshine’ Jareau. With her soft eyes and bright smile, and an emotional support water bottle covered in both dents (she might be a little bit clumsy) and funny stickers.
When you spot the sunny one, you can be sure of the shadow that’s somewhere in her orbit, providing safety, and shielding her from the rest of the world.
But that very shield has to become an eclipse from time to time, because it will always become too much for JJ. The job and its horrors, and the responsibility she feels like she has to carry on her own two shoulders, and only her shoulders. Sometimes, Emily’s sun will go supernova because of the pressure of it all. Except, JJ isn’t one to explode.
Instead, she breaks. And if, when, she does, all of her shatters and scatters, and her shards aim to kill. And she hates it. She loathes every part of the process; the hurting, the breaking, the searching, the healing… but most of all she hates that everyone can see the exact moment the cracks in her porcelain façade begin to expand. She’s surrounded by profiles, after all.
So, Emily becomes the moon that shields the sun from the earth. Helps her glue together her pieces, and even finds the ones she thought were long gone. Without fail, Emily’s there to catch JJ when she falls.
And when Emily gets scared of the dark, whether it be the nightmares, or her knee-jerk instincts in coping with them, JJ will be there, by her side, lighting the way. She will chase away the shadows that threaten to pull her under with their tendrils of self-hatred. She will keep the door to Emily’s heart ajar, so light will always find a way back in, even if the brunette wants nothing more than to drown in a glass of scotch. Or multiple.
When Emily’s flame gets blown out by the breath of her past, that always seems to track her down somehow, JJ happily, tenderly, reignites the spark to keep her lover’s fire going. To the outside world, her walls are high and guarded, but fro JJ, well… maybe she won’t patch up the cracks the blonde managed to find in the carefully constructed prison she keeps her emotions locked away in. Because if there’s one thing about cracks, it’s that those make sure the light can stream in every sunrise.
Spencer would joke that they are quantum entangled photons. You cannot observe one, without taking her counterpart into considiration.
They raised their eyebrows at that (which didn’t stop Reid from infodumping all over the place. It never has, and most likely never will). They’re different, separate individuals, each with their own story, their own weights in their backpack of Life. And yet, they belong together.
After googling the not-so-theoretical-physics-understanding-genius explanation the internet had for the phenomenon called Quantum Entanglement (and the subsequent rabbithole Emily fell into that caused her to hug Sergio a bit tighter that night), the brunette understood. The way their hands fit together so perfectly, like Japanese wood joining, or how their bodies slot into each other like pieces of a jigsaw puzzle during movie nights. How, even when Emily’s on a case seven-hundred miles away, JJ manages to pick exactly the moment the brunette feels like giving up to call her, to tell her about the ducks she saw at the park, or how the barista that day managed to misspell her name. Or how when JJ is facing a particularly stubborn crowd of media outles, Emily will be waiting back at her office, steaming mug of chamomile tea in hand, and that one hoodie that has that distinct Emily scent ready to envelop her in familiar comfort.
It all makes sense, really. Feels like it was meant to be. The’ve gravitated towards each other from day one, yet they were the last to figure it out. When that realisation sunk in for the both of them, at the same time, it received a nerdy quip from Spencer, something along the lines of photons not having a conciousness, and therefore no awareness of the influence they have on each other. He earned a shove to the arm from Garcia (who had not been mingling and pushing them together, absolutely no chance goodbye and thank you), but that was lost on the, previously oblivious, pair.
And looking back at all their years at the BAU, every shared trauma, every happy memory, it always has.
#it was the end of an era but the start of an age#chapter 1#jemily#jennifer jj jareau#emily prentiss#queued#criminal minds fanfic
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⊹ ﹒⠀welcome , phrolova﹒﹒
—⠀tier 3 ; supernova ; phrolova wuthering waves headmate
req. by anon
do note that the headmate may not turn out as described .
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☓⠀﹕⠀name(s)⠀»
phrolova﹐lycoris﹐equinox﹐spider lily﹐hecate﹐nyx﹐eclipse﹒
☓⠀﹕⠀nicknames⠀»
lova﹐nox﹐lily﹒
☓⠀﹕⠀pronouns⠀»
she / her﹐it / its﹐shx / hxr﹐red / reds﹐blood / bloods﹐div / divine﹐fre / frequency﹐discord / discords﹐thorn / thorns﹐death / deaths﹐mys / mystery﹐echo / echoes﹐cha / chaos﹐petal / petals﹐eclipse / eclipses﹐spider / spiders﹐poison / poisons﹒
☓⠀﹕⠀gender⠀»
agirl﹐cassfluid﹐spidergender﹐redgender﹐poixic﹐deathsaint﹐spicoffiyn﹐deathgender﹒
☓⠀﹕⠀orientation⠀»
asexual﹐greyaromantic﹐bi (fem pref)﹒
☓⠀﹕⠀source⠀»
wuthering waves﹒
☓⠀﹕⠀age⠀»
ageless / immortal﹐appears young adult﹒
☓⠀﹕⠀sign-off⠀»
🩸﹐🌹﹐🌘﹐🪦﹐🍷﹒
☓⠀﹕⠀traits⠀»
mysterious﹐haunting﹐sarcastic﹐calculative﹐intuitive﹐sharp-minded﹐cunning﹐observant﹐good at reading people﹐perfectionist﹒
☓⠀﹕⠀associations⠀»
blood moons﹐abandoned opera house﹐mannequins﹐ball-jointed dolls﹐poisonous flowers﹐thorns﹐vampires﹐dancing alone﹐deep reds﹒
☓⠀﹕⠀role⠀»
timekeeper﹐manager﹐writsmith﹐observer﹒
☓⠀﹕⠀likes⠀»
solitude﹐classics﹐operas﹐minimalism﹐the cold﹒
☓⠀﹕⠀dislikes⠀»
stupidity﹐ignorance﹐loud environments﹒
☓⠀﹕⠀interests⠀»
botany﹐insects﹐psychology﹐ballet﹐divination﹐poetry﹒
☓⠀﹕⠀hobby⠀»
playing the piano or violin﹐reading﹐ballet dancing﹒
☓⠀﹕⠀fun fact⠀»
shx likes to sort / organize things absentmindedly﹒
#𖥔 ﹕ a new star is born#𖥔 ﹕ rogue planet#build a headmate#build an alter#alter packs#endo safe#bah#willogenic#headmate pack
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Gothic Lolita Ball Joint Doll Alter Pack Req by anon
So close to finishing up the first batch I was requested - ty again to the Anon who sent them !!
**。・::・゚★,。・::・゚☆ 。・::・゚★,。・::・゚☆ 。・::・゚★,。・::・゚☆ 。・::・゚★,。・::・゚☆
「 ✦ Base ID ‘ s ✦ 」**
╰┈➤ names : Onyx , Charlotte , Darla , Desiree , Aro , Nephele , Arlen(e) , Pandora , Genesis , Chaos , Void , Eclipse
╰┈➤ ****Pronouns : it/its , she/hers, he/him , they/them , goth/goths , ei/eirs , shi/hirs , hy/hymm , seer/seers , moon/moons
╰┈➤ Titles : The Watcher of Voids , The Dark ⌞ title of royal status I.e queen/king, prince/princess, duke/duchess ⌝ , ⌞ prn ⌝ Dark Desire ,
╰┈➤ Genders : agender , voidgender , eclipsegender, moongender , lacedollic , “ Mostly void, partially stars “ - lexic ,
╰┈➤ Orientations : aroacespec, demiromantic, moon-attraction , bisexual lesbian ,
⋆。𖦹°⭒˚。⋆ other id ‘ s ๋࣭⭑ ꩜ ˎˊ˗
☾ Cis - doll ; ball jointed doll , void being , soul-less , sorcerer , ageless , gothic lolita , apathetic , creature , singer ,
⟡ Trans - human , living , soul thief , seamstress , transage ; 12-17 + permateen , quotian ; Onyx embodies the quote “ Mostly void, partially stars “
ᯓ★ 「 ✦ Roles + Alter Functions ✦ 」. ݁₊ ⊹ . ݁˖ . ݁
anxiety processor , existential distractor + processor , spiritual alter , caretaker ,
Nepheles role in the sys is to process and distract from existential dread of any sort- as a being from the void, goth has no vear of the vastness of the universe and what lies beyond. They help everyone settle and calm down. They do so primarily through visualization and spiritual means (meditating, cleansing). They will, when necessary, confront the source of stress up front ( if it is a person, Nephele will be very clear and concise with how the person is making the body uncomfortable and tell the person they need to stop lest goth removes the body from the situation. They will also confront objects / concepts, distract from any embarrassment or anxiety doing so may have. Seer is always ready to tell a very eerily dark and scary space that it is rude and uncomfortable and that it has no power over the body)
⋆.˚✮🎧✮˚.⋆ Interest + Misc ⋆.˚✮🎧✮˚.⋆
favorite colors : blacks + greys , silver , purple , green , blue , white
likes : dolls , reading , classical music , cute dark aesthetics , fantasy , the moon , being in nature , spiritual practices ( researching , practicing themselves ) , Gothic fashion , Lolita , psychology
dislikes : silence
seer has a goal to become a human, gain a soul, and shed their ‘divine moon god’ identity.
✩₊˚.⋆☾⋆⁺₊✧ ✩₊˚.⋆☾⋆⁺₊✧ ✩₊˚.⋆☾⋆⁺₊✧ ✩₊˚.⋆☾⋆⁺₊✧ ✩₊˚.⋆☾⋆⁺₊✧ ✩₊˚.⋆☾⋆⁺₊✧ ✩
── .✦ Photos + Aesthetic hoard
face claim
Aesthetic hoard
#+ eclipsed suns 𖥔 ݁ ˖#rq safe#rq community#radqueer#pro rq 🌈🍓#rq 🌈🍓#pro transid#transid#baabah#bahbaa#bah#baa#build a headmate#build and alter#headmate pack#headmate creation#alter packs#endo friendly#endo safe#pro endo#transplural#pro transplural#sysmeds dni
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Theatre Bros Act 1
The triplets meet!
Look, they’re bonding! Solar is introducing Eclipse to Newt.
Solar notices the body in the ballpit has glasses beside him. He hops over the wall and puts the glasses on the traveller. It’s odd how he seems so similar yet different to himself. The body wakes up and rubs his head before making eye contact with Solar. He yells, causing Solar to yell too.
🌅“Hi? Didn’t mean to startle you. I’m Solar.”
The other blinks in confusion.
👓“I’m Solar though… oh no, did Moon make a mistake with the ballpit? Where am I?”
🌅“Hey, hey it’s alright.” Solar reaches a hand out to help and the other takes it. Helping him to his feet, Solar sees the other is rather odd. He’s rather nervous about everything.
🌅“You said something about your Moon and the ballpit?”
👓“Yeah? I was cleaning and it dragged me under.”
Solar hesitates.
🌅“You just dimension hopped. Do you know your dimension to get back?”
The other stands in shock. And starts picking at his head as he tries to remember.
👓“Yes? No? Idk! I haven’t done this before. Not since he brought me back at least.”
🌅“Hey hey, it’s okay. You can stay here until we can get you back okay?” Solar holds the others hands to calm him down.
👓“Okay?” He relaxes a bit. Before the sound of the daycare doors slamming open startles him. Solar leads his frightened other out of the ball pit to see its Eclipse who entered.
🌤️“Solar! Do you know why the powers out every-“
He sees Solar with the other. “Who’s that?” The other looks at Eclipse. His eyes light up.
👓“Woah! You have a twin?! That’s so cool! Hello!”
Eclipse is slightly unsettled by this but plays along.
🌤️“Hi? Who are you?” He looks at Solar for answers.
🌅“He’s kinda stuck here till we find his dimension.”
🌤️“Great! So?”
👓“I’m technically Solar but his name is Solar already.”
🌤️“What do you want to be called?”
👓“Uh something space themed…like Neutron star!”
Solar and Eclipse give each other a look of concern before Eclipse has an idea.
🌤️“Sure Newt.”
👓“Newt?”
🌅“Yeah, short for Neutron. Whatcha think?”
👓“Yeah! I like it. I’m Newt!”


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(im defiently not balling my eyes out over non-canon sams animatics rn-)
Anyway!! We really need to acknowledge more that when Old Moon was gone, Sun was the oldest. And that Nexus is the youngest brother. At least in consciousness terms, and I feel like thats what really matters anyway- Earth isn't his little sister (i mean, she isnt his sister anymore according to him, but you know what i mean) Nexus is the youngest-
Anyway, I have more TDSP au doodles
Its just the family again. I wanted a digital drawing of all of them ♡♡ and I hadn't done Star in pen anyway
Uh- quick explanation of the au. Basically the Star didn't get destroyed with Eclipse, so Moon hid it. And when Solar died, he tried to use his lingering energy to bring him back, but when he was trying to do that the star randomly triggered and instead used Solar's energy to become conscious, forming Star. So Solar is kind of their dad, making Jack and Star siblings. And now Sun and Moon (mainly), and the rest of the family are raising them. Also Moon never went crazy in this, but changed his name to Nexus to distinguish himself from Old Moon, not wanting to carry the name of his predisesser and be linked to all the horrible things he did (love you old Moon but you committed a lot of crimes <3)
Nexus is still grieving Solar but he's mostly accepted his death, at least to the point he stopped trying to bring him back. He has a kid now to raise, anyway, and he is still dealing with Ruin. He wears Solaris goggles as a reminder of him <3
And uhh- yeah! Eclipse isn't really trusted around Star, for obvious reasons. And Star causes a lot of chaos by just randomly changing little things in reality (mostly just making toys for themself or putting people in random outfits, they're chaotic but they're a good kid). The Astrals tried to discipline them, but quickly found out Star is a force not even they could control, so they left the little guy alone. Uhhh- so yeah, not theirs two star power guys in the family
#art#fnaf#fanart#oc stuff#dca#fnaf au#sams#sams au#tdsp au#Sams nexus#Only one im tagging I love him so much ♡♡♡#astro rants
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I wore my “Ask me about Uranus” shirt to the solar eclipse and nobody asked me about Uranus :(
So here’s some fun facts about Uranus:
• Uranus has 28 small moons. The inner ones are half ice and half rock. We don’t really know what the outer ones are made of. Most moons are named after Greek or Roman mythology, but Uranus’ moons are named after characters from William Shakespeare and Pope Alexander works including Titania from A Midsummer Night’s Dream, Prospero from The Tempest and Cordelia from King Lear.
• Uranus has 13 rings that come in 2 sets. From the outside in, their names are Mu, Nu, Epsilon, Lambda, Delta, Gamma, Eta, Beta, Alpha, 4, 5, 6, and Zeta.
• It was the first planet found with the aid of a telescope in 1781 by William Herschel who thought it was a comet. He was going to name it Georgium Sidus after King George III, but Johann Bode suggested Uranus after the Greek sky god instead. It’s the only planet not named after a Roman god.
• Uranus is 4x wider than the earth and you can fit 63 earths inside of it. Uranus is also 19 astronomical units from the sun (1 au=the distance between earth and the sun)
• Uranus formed about 4.5 million years ago close to the sun, but moved to the outer system about 4 million years ago where it is now the 7th planet from the sun.
• Uranus is an ice giant like it’s neighbor, Neptune. About 80% of it is made of hot, dense, icy material such as water, methane, and ammonia above its rocky core. It’s the coldest planet in our solar system.
• It’s the second least dense planet in our system behind Saturn despite being slightly larger than Neptune.
• Uranus gets its blue color from the methane in its atmosphere. It’s atmosphere, however, only contains small amounts of methane. It’s mostly made of hydrogen and helium like our sun.
•Wind on Uranus reaches up to 560 mph and blow in the opposite direction that the planet spins. They blow with the spin of the planet near its poles though.
• On that note, Uranus spins at almost 90° so it orbits the Sun kind of like a bowling ball. I think it’s exact axis is 97.7°
• Uranus’ magnetic field is tipped 60° from the planet’s axis of rotation which is very abnormal. This and the abnormal tilt of the planet causes the auroras that it has to not appear at its poles like on earth.
• Uranus has long polar nights where there’s no sunlight on parts of its surface for 40 years because of its tilt. A year on the planet is 84 earth years.
• One day on Uranus is 17 hours and 14 minutes.
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Sun and Moon show quotes because my sleep paralysis demon said so
Most of these aren't in character and I think its funny, Also Rays is good Eclipse and ya'll know who jigsaw is.
Monty, looking at their watch: It has been 2 hours and sixteen minutes since I’ve been insulted. Monty: It’s been about 5 seconds since I’ve been assaulted, but let’s not talk about that.
Monty: Lunar… Why did you draw a pentagram on the floor? Lunar: Your text told me to satanize the house before you returned. Monty: Monty: I wrote sanitize, Lunar.
Lunar: Can we get a birthday cake? Sun: It’s not your birthday. Lunar: The cake won’t know!
Monty: So according to the cease and desist order I got, apparently you can’t ‘legally’ be a lawyer if your license is ‘cut out of a cereal box’.
Shapeshifter: transforms to look like Monty Monty: Okay, are you like BLIND? You look nothing like me. First off, I'm way taller. Secondly, I DO NOT look so sleep deprived and lastly, if you could drag comb through that hair you're like a 7 on a good day and I've been told I'm a constant 10.
Eclipse: Look at the buns on that guy! Lunar: lying on the floor, covered in hamburger buns Monty: This is the comedy police! The joke's too funny! Eclipse: I'm not going back to jail!
Eclipse: Could you be anymore annoying? Goast!Lunar: Yes.
Goast!Lunar: Like they say, "If you can't beat them, curl up in a ball and protect your organs."
Lunar, holding a scooter: Monty! Can I go outside and play with this? Monty: Sure, whatever. I'm not your parent, okay? Lunar, running outside: Thanks Monty! Monty, running out after them and screaming: NOT ON THE STREET! STAY AWAY!
While the Squad is in a battle Goast! Blood Moon, trying to warn Sun about the location of an enemy: To the left! Sun, Extremely sleep deprived: Take it back now y'all! *gets decked in the face*
Moon: Did you two buy eggs like I asked? Lunar: Even better! Moon: What did you- Earth holding up a chicken Her name is Fluffy.
KC: What’s the status up here? Rays: Fucked up, about to die, Sun’s a nerd. The usual.
Monty, holding a kettle: Coffee or tea? Rays: Tea. Monty: Wrong. It's coffee.
Sun, in a room with Monty, Moon, and KC: It’s calm in here. Sun: It scares me…
Lunar: sharpens knife We've got ways of making people talk. Lunar: cuts piece of cake Jigsaw: …Can I have some? Lunar: Cake is for talkers.
Sun: How would you rate your pain? Rays: 0/10. Would not recommend.
Sun: Lunar, I don’t think I can handle any more of your tomfuckery. Lunar: Oh yeah? Well I can keep going until you’re all tomfuckered out!
Eclipse: What's two plus two? Monty, has a concussion: Math. Eclipse: …I will accept that answer.
Lunar: Do you have any idea what you’re doing? Foxy: Why start now?
Monty: Fruits that do not live up to their names; passionfruit, grapefruit, honeydew and dragonfruit. Monty: Fruits that do live up to their names? Monty: Orange.
Rays: According to the footage here, you shook the vending machine and when the shake alarm went off, you punched the glass and broke it. Rays Moon: …I was hungry.
Bloody: I called you like ten times! Why didn’t you pick up? Lunar: remembers dancing to the ringtone Lunar: I didn’t hear it.
Moon: …I'm pretty sure that place is fire-proof, or something. Eclipse, grenade in hand: Alright, but is it explosion-proof?
KC: Uh, Moon? Rays is in the pool and I don't think they're waterproof. Moon: What? Bloody: I think they meant, Rays is drowning. Moon: WHAT?! Meanwhile Rays: is drowning Lunar: OH MY GOD, RAYS! KEEP SWIMMING! Rays: I can't swim, dumbass— sinks Lunar: RAYS!
out grocery shopping Rays: takes a free sample twice Rays: Robbery and Fraud. I am a Rebel.
Earth: We all have our demons. Sun, grabbing Blood moon: This one’s mine!
Monty: Prepare to feel really bad about yourself. Rays: I’ve been prepared for that my entire life. Monty: Rays: Or something mean about you.
Sun: I’m so tired. Rays: Did you get to bed late? Sun: No. Rays: Did you do something strenuous? Sun: No. Rays: Then why are you tired? Sun: I’m alive. Rays: Sounds exhausting.
Monty: Hey, how did my phone break? Sun: You were drunk yesterday. Monty: And? Lunar: You threw it. Monty: Why? Eclipse: You turned on airplane mode and kept screaming “FLY DAMN YOU!” Monty: And why didn’t you stop me?! Foxy: We were busy laughing our asses off.
Monty: I’m not lazy, I just find it hard to put effort into things I’m not passionate about. KC: What are you passionate about? Monty: Sleeping.
Moon: You’re a loose cannon, Eclipse. Eclipse: No, I’m not. I’m a cannon, maybe, but a loose cannon? Is that what you think of me? Monty: I think you play by your own rules. Earth: No way, they think rules were made to be broken. Moon: Those are all attributes of a loose cannon. Eclipse: No, I’m just a reckless renegade. Rays is a loose cannon. Rays: smashes a chair Aah! You shut your trap, Eclipse! Earth: I’d say Rays’s more of a cop on the edge with nothing to lose. That’s an entirely different thing. Monty: Now I’m just confused. Is Eclipse a loose cannon or not? Moon: All right, put on a pot of coffee. We’re gonna get to the bottom of this. Eclipse: groans Rays: Aw, man.
Monty: Yum, thanks! Kidnapper: puts more tape over their mouth I said stop eating it.
KC: I ran into Monty in the kitchen at 1 AM last night and when I asked them what they were doing, they just shrugged, said “these are my roaming hours,” and wandered off, strumming vaguely on their Bass guitar.
Eclipse: I’ve been sleeping so little the past few nights that when I go to the alarm app, I click on the “power nap” button. I don’t set up alarms, I set up timers, Lunar.
Foxy: Sorry I'm late, I was doing stuff. Monty: YOU PUSHED ME DOWN THE FUCKING STAIRS!
Monty: You know, people treat me like a god. Foxy: How? Monty: They ignore my existence unless they need something.
Monty: The floor is lava! Sun: helps Blood moon onto the counter Lunar: kicks Eclipse off the sofa Moon: lays on the floor Monty: …Are you okay? Moon: No.
Sun: Who hurt you? Rays: snorting What, do you want a list? Sun: …Yes, actually.
Eclipse: I feel so burnt out. Monty: Don’t worry, it'll be over soon. Eclipse: Are you gonna… assassinate me? Monty: Well not if you’re expecting it.
#sun and moon show#sun and moon show eclipse#sun and moon show lunar#sun and moon show kill code#sun and moon show earth#sun and moon show montgomery gator#sun and moon show sun#sun and moon show moon#Sun and Moon show Good Eclipse#Sun and Moon show Jigsaw
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🪐 Zeno Extrasei ♂️
Main Protagonist of Extraterrestrial Planetarian Captain
"The stars do not jest. But I do."
🌌 Character Archetype:
The Stoic Space Clown
A mysterious cosmic being born of silence, strength, and celestial comedy. He’s not here to laugh—but you might.
💜 Color Theme:
Planet Purple – Signifying alien mystery, stoic nobility, galactic solitude, and surreal comedy from beyond the stars.
🛸 Character Introduction
Zeno Extrasei is a Planetary Clown, not just by title but by origin—he was literally born on a sentient entertainment-planetoid in the outermost rings of the Grand Line Nebula. His clown heritage stems from the Clownberg bloodline, though long-diverged from Buggy’s Earthbound antics. Zeno is a calm, nearly emotionless being, whose every gesture is deliberate, powerful, and strangely theatrical. Unlike most clowns, he doesn’t laugh—he makes others laugh... through sheer cosmic awe.
His presence is quiet. His steps bend gravity. His movements redefine the laws of physics. He is the Captain of the Celestial Commedia, a star-cruising performance ship that drifts across the cosmos, turning war zones into peaceful circuses and chaotic sectors into crowds of wonder.
🌌 Backstory
Zeno was “hatched” on Planetoid Zarkonia-88, a mini-moon theater forged from alien minerals and laughter-energy. Raised by AI jesters and holographic mime monks, Zeno learned to view comedy not as chaos, but as an art form of planetary diplomacy. When Piggsy Clownberg accidentally warped a Chop-Chop portal into space, Zeno intercepted its signal and learned of the Clownberg lineage.
Upon discovering his clownish heritage from Earth, Zeno began studying the “terrestrial traditions” of comedy, villainy, and redemption, seeking to balance his stoic personality with the dramatic flair embedded in his DNA. Now, Zeno travels to dying planets, hostile systems, and emotionless empires… to teach them how to feel again.
🧊 Personality
Stoic and Dignified – Emotion is not absent; it is channeled
Space-Zen Performer – Each act is choreographed like a ballet
Quiet Showman – Rarely speaks, but when he does, his words shift morale
Melancholy Aura – Feels distant, yet comforting—like an orbiting moon
Apolitical Pacifist – Uses performance and awe to disrupt conflict
🪐 Occupation
Captain of the Celestial Commedia – A performance battleship/theater hybrid
Diplomatic Entertainer – Resolves wars with aerial displays and surreal exhibitions
Star-Circuit Clown Diplomat – Sends signals of “Laughpeace” to lost worlds
Wielder of Gravity Comedy – His shows involve manipulating space and physics to inspire emotion
☄️ Abilities / Powers
Zero-G Floatmaster – Can levitate across planetary fields, even in hostile gravity
Planetary Strength – Can punch with the force of a moon’s mass (but only if morally justified)
Void-Step Acrobatics – Teleports through interstellar soundwaves
“Orbit Spiral” Technique – Lifts enemies into orbit, then gently releases them in catharsis
“Cosmic Chuckle Field” – Distorts enemy perception into surreal comedy-induced hypnosis
Reflective Orb Companion (“Comedion”) – Projects illusions, memories, and planetary simulations
✅ Likes
Classical theater and silence
Laughter that comes from awe
Children’s drawings from distant worlds
Emotional connection through performance
Atmospheric rings and eclipses
❌ Dislikes
Slapstick without purpose
Mindless war and vanity politics
Environments with no emotional resonance
Artificial laughter
Loud chaos with no message
🧬 Name Etymology
Zeno – From the ancient Greek philosopher known for paradoxes (and the Dragon Ball deity), symbolizing complexity, cosmic logic, and calm omnipotence
Extrasei – From extra (beyond) and a stylized form of sei (Japanese for star), meaning “beyond the stars”
🌌 Cartoon / Anime Influences
🎞️ Cartoons
Rick and Morty – For multiversal travel and absurd cosmic authority
Ben 10: Alien Force – Stoic alien heroes with emotional depth
Samurai Jack – Zeno mirrors Jack’s silent strength and lone-wanderer spirit
🎌 Anime
Whis (Dragon Ball Super) – Calm, all-powerful cosmic attendant
Ainz Ooal Gown (Overlord) – Detached but commanding presence, viewed as supreme
Kakashi Hatake – Cool-headed with underlying emotion and past trauma
Saitama (One Punch Man) – All-powerful but emotionally empty
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