#kiara lore

[lanymme]

Hey. This is my possibly favorite Noble Phantasm line in FGO.

But you can’t appreciate it if you don’t get the Buddhist reference, so come over here and let’s learn some Buddhism with the sexy nun:

What, you might ask, is an abhisecana (or abhisheka) rite?

As I understand it, it’s an initiation rite for a practitioner who is advancing in their study of the Dharma. In some Buddhist schools, including Shingon—the school from which Tachikawa-ryu, Kiara’s school, branches off (which we don’t know much about, because it’s long-dead IRL and was subject to political book burnings, but that’s another story—this rite involves a student being assigned to a bodhisattva, whose teachings and/or qualities they will study to guide their development and give them direction.

Rather than let a student choose a bodhisattva based on their preconceptions at the time of the ritual, they are blindfolded and cast a flower onto a mandala—like the womb realm mandala, shown below—and whoever it lands on, that’s who they go with.

But Kiara is, as always, encouraging living beings to give up their heavenly aspirations—to cast their flower instead on the mandala of the realm of desire. Let it fall where it may—chase whatever vice or illusion your whims take you to.

But make no mistake.

However it falls, there’s only one bodhisattva that will watch over you as you dance in the palm of her hand.

[littlekiara96]

The more I think about it, the more it feels like I was truly possessed by... something or someone when I wrote that Renheng fic...

Each time I go back and read it, I just:

"I know I wrote this. I remember writing it all. All 5800 words.

... But this still feels like someone else wrote it, actually."

Why?

Why?

And the circumstances feel so strange??

Like... I know I saw that funny video of Stelle pulling Luocha, Blade and Kafka and whatever ensues...

And the face Blade made in that video, as he popped in and immediately looked towards Dan Heng, and poor boy running for his life made me go "Wish it started like that, but ended up sweet, y'know".

And then... I didn’t even LOOK for any Renheng content.

I started writing the first chapter right off, no questions asked.

And I could feel the urge very literally.

It was coming from my soul.

And so I wrote those 1700 words.

And when I posted it, I thought:

"Okay. This is done. Now I can move on, back to the stuff I was-"

Nope, demanded something beyond me. Write the rest, now.

"The... the rest?"

Yes.

And then 4100 words fucking happened.

TL;DR:

Something possessed me during three days to write Renheng fluff and smut out of nowhere, and I still haven't recovered.

[maiko-coy]

Sneak peek at pre-HOJ arc of Missed Chances AU and their characters!

[night-triumphantt]

Do I,,, post this at nearly 11 pm,,, I think yes I’m too excited anyway have kiyazan cuddle hours (which are always) @cashweasel I was good and kept it after the last time I showed u lolll it was really harD bc LOOK AT THEM

[bigirl-blogging]

Hey I wanted to ask again if anyone has any suggestions for some fanfics about the following #’s that would be awesome. I only have wattpad so if you know any on there that would be great. Comment or message me any suggestions you may have thank you :) (Also ao3 is very confusing for me so I don’t have ao3 . Thank you)

[oc-cinematic-universe]

i LOOOVE thinking about fantasy disabilities!!!! i love figuring out what people would have to do to accommodate them! it's literally awesome!

[kiaranotkeira]

thinking about how the normal moon appears in the feywild because of the moonweaver's divine presence/connection to the feywild. thinking about how fearne is ruidis-born. thinking about how ruidis appeared in the feywild after they brought fearne into the feywild. her dad has dreams about the feywild burning. fearne is a wildfire druid. elmenore of the burning vale wants fearne back. dark fearne was... A Thing. there might be two forgotten gods in ruidis. an apogee solstice is approaching. what does it mean what does it all MEAN!!

[surayazayad]

:)

[wreckham]

Why is Kovu weird

i like kovu a lot like every other gay furry on earth but everything about his design, backstory, and involvement in the plot of tlk2 doesn't make any sense. this is mostly just down to sloppy/rushed/apathetic writing/art direction, which. whatevs, ya know? we all like tlk2 anyway. but its still there and it still bugs me

like. he's muted purple (inb4 blue color filter) but also looks almost exactly like scar but he's not scar's biological son but we don't know who his dad is or why scar didn't have and anoint kids of his own instead and he's been raised his whole life to be a killer but also kiara converts him over like what, 2 days? and his family hails from the outlands but there's no hyenas there anymore and also the outlanders are basically just hyenas in lion suits except how they were lionesses who supported scar even though we never saw a hint of support for scar by the end of the original film and kovu's whole arc is related to not following in scar's footprints but he has loose cultural ties to scar at BEST so idk why it matters to him and and and but but but

ya see what i mean?

[hasarjunadoneanythingwrong]

It’s October

[djassassino]

The ramblings of someone who takes Hololive Vtuber lore way too seriously, part 1.

Okay, so now that I am unbound by limitations and pressures of Twitter, this will be my area for long form cringe. Starting off has been these ideas I’ve had for a long time but never had anyone to sort of talk to them about. So I’m just gonna put this stuff out into the void.

For a long time, I’ve had this idea festering in my head of more dramatic, lore focused versions of some of the Hololive girls. So like something you’d read out of a novel or see in an action movie. Quite an original idea, of course. But I just felt like there are some really interesting ways to flesh out these characters in some very cool premises for stories. For the sake of any naming in the future, I will call this specific AU the Alternative Real AU.

Here are some of the few ideas I have:

Amane Kanata - The Angel of Judgement

Kanata’s default lore is that she’s an angel kid going to school to become a full on angel. Pretty basic stuff for one of the HoloGirls. What I had in mind for her was that Kanata was still this seemingly normal girl, living a normal life amongst humans. The key difference being that she is already a full fledged angel. She lives as a normal school girl to see life through the eyes of a human. And quietly, she passes judgement on the people she encounters.

A running joke for Kanata is her “gorilla strength” so I kinda incorporate that into her power. Angel of Judgement Kanata would be this impossibly powerful being, with a focus on brute strength. I imagine her as kind of this Saitama level kind of fighter. Her right fist would be her signature choice of weapon, so to speak.

Basically, the Kanata I imagine is a mixture of regular Kanata, Saitama, and the Spectre from DC Comics.

Nanashi Mumei - The Guardian of Many Origins

For Mumei, my idea is a little more fleshed out. Mumei’s default lore basically describes her as a product of human civilization collectively. A being made of their efforts and will. Mumei was also said to have chosen to look as she does. And I want to keep that much intact. Mostly. This new Guardian of Many Origins Mumei would be an owl spirit that has inhabited the souls of many women, all chosen by the Owl to be the guardian of civilization. This would mean Mumei would be so many different people, different races, every life cycle. Each version of Mumei would add knowledge and experience to the Owl. So very much like an Avatar for the real world.

Mumei would be the most experienced, diverse fighter on the planet. Both with weapons and firearms and unarmed combat. Also one of the smartest, most knowledgeable people on Earth as well. Wisdom and experience beyond any mortal. The whole package deal.

Except our current Mumei’s connection with the Owl is severed for some reason. This is why she acts the way she is. The Owl still resides inside her, but it’s locked away. Hence why Mumei is so normal.

Takanashi Kiara - The Knight of Flames

And lastly, Kiara! Honestly, one of my favorites. Kiara calls herself a part time warrior, but I would like to have her be more of that. She would have been born at the very beginning of the planet’s life cycle, birthed from the fires and molten earth that filled the entire planet. Formed as a flying creature of flame. Kiara would be much, much older than civilization and humans themselves. As she would make herself seen further, Kiara would act as a protector of humans and life on earth. A force of change and progress for humans. She would be the basis for the phoenix myth. She would have been the one to introduce fire to them.

And eventually, Kiara would have developed a human form. With a body, she would have learned to defend herself and live amongst humans. In time, she became a proficient warrior. One almost unmatched in combat. The fires she fought with and the flames she produced would ascend her to legend status, as the people saw her as a goddess of fire. And when she did die in battle, her body would explode into flames, destroying all in the immediate vicinity. Kiara would be reborn the next day, from the ashes.

The cycle continued for thousands of years for her though. Meet new people, befriend them, fall in love, defend the people, eventually fail, die. Repeat. With time, it became exhausting for her. It chipped away at her soul each time she needed to let go of the people she grew to love. So Kiara renounced fighting completely, beginning a restaurant. All as a chance to reinvent herself and bring peace to her life.

So that’s pretty much it! If you’ve made it this far, thank you for reading and I appreciate you just having some interest in my incoherent mess of a train of thought.

[lanymme]

Hey. Kiara sure likes ohagi, doesn’t she?

It’s a cute quirk, but it’s also deeply, deeply tragic in a very subtle way that's hard to piece together unless you know about japanese sweets or Kiara’s personal history.

So let’s learn a little bit about ohagi, and why Kiara loves it so much!

Ohagi, and the very similar sweet botamochi, are traditional japanese sweets made from glutinous rice with a coating of sweet red bean paste and, optionally, a dusting of something else, often ground black sesame or soybean flower.

Here’s some that I made for Kiara’s birthday last year! They’re very doable and pretty tasty.

Higan is a Japanese buddhist festival celebrated around the spring and autumn equinoxes, and ohagi or botamochi is eaten as a ritual food during that equinox. Sources I found indicated that the difference between ohagi vs botamochi is not easy to pin down, but some say that the sweet is called ohagi when eaten for the autumn equinox. (This is beside the point, but the red spider lily, with which Kiara is strongly associated, also blooms around that time.) If you want to know more, check out this article I found on the history of ohagi and its ritual connection.

Kiara was born as the heir and savior to a mountaintop Buddhist cult. Her upbringing was deeply abusive, and despite the fatal illness she suffered from, for which her community and her father gave her no treatment, she was denied any semblance of a normal childhood while she was molded to be their perfect savior.

Nothing that inspires attachment was allowed to her. The book of fairy tales she ended up with was deemed inappropriate and taken from her because she spent too much time reading it, liked it too much.

It’s hard to imagine her being allowed sweets like a normal kid, since they’re designed for stimulating flavor.

But, of course, ohagi isn’t just a sweet. It’s a ritual food. So they couldn’t deny her that, could they?.

As a child, those 7 days surrounding the equinox twice a year were probably the only time she ever got to have sweets.

And of course, she probably learned to be very careful about not letting on that she was enjoying herself. Not overindulging.

Like fairy tales, it was a tiny piece of happiness that accidentally slipped through the cracks and gave her something to latch onto. And, like fairy tales, she carries it with her into adulthood.

It’s not coincidence that she makes ohagi and tea instead of chocolates for Valentine’s. In this new place where she can heal a little bit from her past and grow, she takes the chance to make ohagi herself, instead of waiting for the proper holiday; and to share them with someone else as a thing she loves, instead of hiding them away.

[kenjiro-kun]

Hololive: Ministry and Myth

Chapter One

Words: 3.k

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“How did you get that stopwatch?” It was a common question that quickly became a joke as Amelia never cared to answer or laughed it off awkwardly when her friends asked. But in front of her wasn’t a friend, nor a foe, a stranger that turned her away years ago when she was desperate to save someone dear to her. Just the same, Ameila didn’t care to answer, but it only made the female Warden frustrated. “I asked you a question, human. Who gave you–how did you get that in your possession?”

Amelia stared back at the Warden, with the click of her tongue she took it out, holding it by the chain. The watch was a dull gold color with the glass fogging from the years. The chain was only an accessory she kept around for the sake of Krono, a reminder she was graced with a gift. She smirked, a infamous warning to those that were to see it, and flashed to object at the Warden. The Warden’s eye twitched in annoyance. Ameila found it amusing how much her presence brings the Warden pain, a struggle to control the situation, and gather answers she wished to know.

“Tch,” The Warden turned away. “Be stubborn.” She took a small glance back. “Don’t be surprised when you disrupt the order, causing timelines that bring pain to many.”

Amelia cocked an eyebrow. “Never took you for caring about human lives.”

“I have a duty to uphold, your people seem to neglect your own responsibilities.” Ameila saw the Warden vainish, leaving only faint blue particles behind. She woke up in her chair, a room she shared with one of her friends, living in the house with the rest. She groaned at the ache from the sudden call the Warden forced her to attend. She twisted around, seeing her friend sleeping, drool coming from the corner of her mouth. She chuckled silently, throwing the blanket back onto her small body, and turning off her desk light.

When she went back in time to save her friend from death, it took her endless tries to come to the possibility to rescue her. But the only timeline that she succeeded in was the one her friend voluntarily left her home to follow her interest in the world above–to safitsy the curiosity and boredom she’s been waiting to fulfill.

She never knew how many emotions she could feel in one moment, but in her dreams she relieved them all. Her mind played the many scenarios of her friend dying, her dying, the city falling to the bottom of the ocean. It caused her to wake up with tears of panic. It felt real to her, sadly, she kept it to herself–even to the person that no longer remembers those tragedies.

She crawled up onto the top buck, climbing under the covers and closed her eyes. She no longer begged for good dreams, she always expected the worst, and they always gave their regards.

***

The following days were a struggle, the constant lessons in adapting to a different country, languages and mannerisms her friend gladly taught her. Each day Amelia studied, note cards piled up on the corner of her desk, journals filled with quick letters to herself about the things she went through to end up in a place she called home. Photos on her bulletin board of her friends, more so her roommate.

She jolted up from her seat when a gust of air blew past her ear. She cupped the said ear, turning around to see her roommate smile at her. It was a smile that drew her own lips to curl up, and she laughed, relaxing her arm to her side.

Upon the many timelines she witnessed and created, she could still remember the first one, the one that held the origin of how she met her roommate. She studied her friend, the small long shark tail that lifted up any shirt she were to wear. Amelia checked the time, seeing that it was barely noon. She glanced over at her roommate.

“Gura,” Amelia called out to her.

Her roommate rubbed her eyes before returning eye contact. “Yes?”

“Want to go out and get some food?” The shark lit up and the sleepiness wore off. “I’ll take that as a yes.” Amelia chuckled, reaching for her coat. “Don’t forget your hoodie. It’s cold out.”

“Shouldn’t we ask the others?” Gura spoke, struggling to fit her arms through the sleeves.

“If they want to come they’ll ask,” Amelia forced herself to remain calm. “And anyway, I just want to spend time with you.”

Gura jiggled her eyebrows. “I see.”

“Knock it off,” Amelia pushed her playfully, laughing.

Amelia left the room first, checking every so often behind her to make sure Gura was following along. Taking a house key from the keybowl in the kitchen, she locked the door behind her after making sure everything was in place, and they didn’t forget anything. She carefully took steps down the concrete stairs in front of the door, and reached to the sidewalk. Gura jumped from the second to last step, lifting her arms in the air, yelling out a yawn.

Amelia knew her life was great, better than any other timeline scenario she has ever witnessed, it has been so long since she used her stopwatch that some days she forgets about it. But her encounter with the Warden, the one that greatly resembles Krono, reminded her of the object that lived in her coat pocket. Due to that, she was fidgeting with it while Gura kept getting distracted with her own conversations.

“I wonder what the others are up to,” Gura mumbled.

Amelia knew that going for food, whether it was breakfast, lunch, or even dinner, it was as a group, but she felt her stomach twist. An uneasy feeling. It was a feeling, telling her to keep watch on Gura, to make sure she doesn’t go too far. It was already hard knowing Gura doesn’t remember anything from the past, the many timelines where she died, or watched Amelia die. It was a curse, and there were times Amelia didn’t know if she could ever get out of it.

There was a timeline that she almost made a reality, one where everyone she knew now didn’t know she existed. In school years, she watched Gura from afar, everytime she wanted to get close she stopped herself, or something stopped her from reaching out to her. But all she could do was leave a letter behind, introducing herself to Gura before erasing herself from that timeline. She believed that Krono, or his counterpart was stopping her from interacting with those that she hadn't met before, in many other timelines she had known Gura, or woke up knowing her character knew her. In the timeline where she didn’t exist, she was in a classroom feeling a sort of adrenaline rush when she somehow managed to make eye contact with Gura.

She doesn't want to believe that one scenario made her insecure in everything her friend does, every word she said made her overthink. It was a struggle she kept buried, and only two knew, but those were the worst people to know of her burden.

Gura pulled at Amelia’s coat, saving her from knocking into a bus stop. “You okay?” Amelia’s breath hitched and she shook her head. She didn’t say anything, continuing forward without glancing back at Gura’s possible expression of confusion.

Once the cafe came into view, Amelia sighed. The place was intoxicating, the smell of pasties and milk sent her in a melted state of relaxation. Gura always teased her and the others agreed with her. She entered with a slight push of the door. The bell dinged as the workers waved and bowed at their appearance.

“Go find us a seat, I’ll order the usual.” Gura insisted.

Amelia was about to protest, but Gura already had skipped off the moment her lips began to move. She held her hands together and went to the furthest corner near an open window to sit down at. She stared at the window, her hand covering her mouth as her weight rested against it. She closed her eyes and the smell coaxed her to sleep.

“Amelia!” She opened her eyes to see Krono. His usually deadpan expression seemed frantic, his bow out of alignment to his suit, and the end of his gloves were uncomfortably rolled up. She could tell she was in an abyss, similar to the Timeless Void she first met Krono, but she was floating as if she was underwater. She saw the stress in his eyebrows, the fidgeting of his gloves, and how his eyes never made contact with her own. “I cannot explain in all details, but understand, one of the Ministry members has failed to uphold their duties, or rather, is rogue and neglecting the boundaries I have set.”

Amelia squinted her eyes, confused. “Why are you telling me this?”

“We are both to blame.” He clasped his hands together, then let them rest to his side. “My power, a fraction of it, rests in that stopwatch. It is not my pick to consult with you, but I have no other choice in the matter.”

“What about the others?”

“The others? You mean the other council?” He shook his head. “Not now, not until I’ve seen you fail.”

“So. . . what has gone wrong?” He turned his head, and a faint voice echoed in the void.

“Time is soon going to stop, the color red is your enemy, and soon your friends may as well.” He gave a small smile. “I failed my duties, but maybe you can save Ministry, with me.” He closed his eyes, his body turning into the same gold and blue color and the swirls of light entered her watch. She took it out, seeing it glow as the power grew. The second the light stopped she was back at the cafe.

“Amelia, did you stay up again?” Gura asked, setting down the drinks.

Amelia blinked, lifting her face off her hand and rotating. “Even if I slept a whole day, it won’t be enough.” She laughed, taking her drink. “Thanks though, I appreciate it.”

“No problem.” Gura took a slip from her cup and glanced at the window. It was a comfortable silence, Amelia was glad she could sit quietly with someone without it being awkward.

Amelia, even if she wanted to enjoy the moment, her mind was running, thinking without a hint at stopping. The sudden call from Krono, it worried her. She didn’t understand, but knowing a powerful creation is losing himself, it scared her. The thought that constantly rang in her head, something that even Krono probably thought as well; was it her fault? Was it their fault? Was the making of the stopwatch with even a small part of his power being used by a human, causing timeline after timeline, end up breaking something?

Her mouth opened, a small gasp came from her throat. Over the years, she had learned of what the council consisted of: Time, Space, Nature, Chaos, and a Guardian. She furrowed her eyebrows. It was Chaos who lost himself. The color red, it meant him. Krono told her who the problem was and then abandoned it all, but where were the remaining members? The Guardian may not be as helpful, but Space and Nature are powerful to a point. Her hand balled into a fist. She knew if she called for help from the others, they would patronize her the same as Krono. She shook her head.

She sighed. It was stressing her out. The burden on her shoulders would soon collapse, and she would fail whatever her mind was set on. She glanced at Gura who was twiddling on her phone. There were many times where she wanted to speak to Gura about everything. About her nightmares, the constant nagging from the Wardens. She pushed the thought down.

“Hey,” Amelia jerked her head to Gura. “What’s on your mind? I've been hoping you would talk about some major project, but. . . you’ve just been thinking way too much. I mean, seriously, your eyebrows would either go up or down.”

“Do you ever daydream? About random things.” Amelia asked.

“Hmm, yeah sure, I guess.” Gura pondered. “Eh, honestly, if I ever did, I don’t remember.”

Amelia smiled. “Don’t worry too much about it, just asking.” She stood up, holding the cup in her hand. “Why don’t we get out of here. How long has it been?”

Gura checked her phone. “Half an hour.”

“What do you want to do? You want to go check something out?” Amelia asked.

Gura’s eyes lit up. “Yeah, we can meet up with the others at the mall!” She smiled.

“Oh.” Amelia quickly changed her disappointed expression with a soft smile. “Yeah, sure. It’s not a far walk.”

Gura groaned. “More walking?”

Amelia chuckled, dropping her cup into the trash. “Yeah, more walking, stinky.”

***

The walk to the mall was quicker than Amelia had initially thought, but Gura didn’t seem to complain as much when she saw the three by the entrance. Gura ran with her tail wagging behind her, jumping into the arms of Death, then her sandals were back onto the ground as she made her greetings. Amelia made her way to them, her hands behind her back awkwardly watching her friends interact. She knew she was distant from the rest, when she showed up she saw the humanoid Phoenix gazed at her shocked. She would’ve jokingly jab at her, but it wasn’t right, nothing here felt real to her.

There were times where she felt as if she wasn’t truly there. When they got together, her body didn’t feel her own, as if she was floating above the group just hopelessly watching.

“You doin’, okay there?” Amelia felt a strong hand on her shoulder and saw that Death had taken notice of her shadow. “The rest have already gone inside, you seem to be a lot quiet these days. Not like that’s bad, but abnormal? You only hang out with Gura.” She smiled at the way Death said her name. “Hey, now, don’t make fun of my sayings.”

“I’m okay, it's just been a while since we’ve all been together. Getting used to it, y’know?”

“Oh, yeah, for sure.” Death stared at the door. “Let’s catch up!” She pulled Amelia with her.

Being outside for so long, Amelia blinked and rubbed her eyes in hope it would help them adjust, but it only made her lightheaded. Death held her steady and in the end guided her to the rest of their friends. Gura was bouncing, pointing towards the restaurants in hope to get some treats that she forgot to buy at the cafe. Amelia reached for her wallet, took out some money and handed it to Gura.

“Oh, you’re just gonna give her so much control?” The humanoid Phoenix asked, smiling as Gura ran off. “She’s already hyper as it is, but I figure you’re the culprit.”

Amelia nodded her head. “We had some drinks, it seems I forgot about the consequences.”

“Don’t sweat it!” Death joked. “Hopefully she won’t cause trouble.”

“Well, why don’t we follow her? I’m hungry as well!” The Phoenix exclaimed. “Look at Ina, she is practically a zombie!” Amelia glanced at Ina who looked as if she just woke up.

“Alright then, I’ll pay!” Death smiled, her tongue between her teeth cheekily.

“Oh?” The Phoenix chuckled. “This is gonna be fun!”

Amelia followed behind them, but once her hand was stretched out to catch the door, she hesitated. She felt a sensation, a paranoid tingle at the back of her neck. She turned around, glancing at the barely empty walkway, ever-so-often was a family passing by. She glanced back and in the reflection of the glass door was an unknown face. Her breath hitched and took a step back.

She didn’t recognize it, but the rat ears gave her an idea. The man, or creation, stared back at her with a mischievous lick of his lips, the piercing on his tongue blinded her for a second. It was Chaos. The very being that Krono warned her about, or in words that seemed to be talking about him. He wiggled his eyebrows, studying her, and she saw him lift a vibrant box.

You better be careful from now on. You know the time it took to clean up your mess? I wish Krono was here to watch me, but just like Omega, when you need them the most they hide away.

He spoke to her in her mind, the echoing and pulse from his voice gave her mind a jolt of pain. She winced, holding the side of her head, same with the door handle with a white-knuckle grip.

I wanted to believe in Muman, that humans were precious and misunderstood. That through the evil good perviled, and all the paranoia Krono showed was in good light–not in pure desperation. Then he broke the rule, gave you that stopwatch. A human shouldn’t have that much power and he knows. What was he thinking? Do you know, Watson? You and him may have kept it a secret from the others, but dear, he can’t hide from the very being of Chaos.

“What?” She gasped at him, the pressure on her head growing stronger.

In return, he smiled at her and faded from the glass.

She closed her eyes, hoping the pain from her head would subside, but all she felt was a cold touch on her neck. She jerked her body around and saw Krono. He stood with a guilty expression. She turned back to the door, seeing the others ordering, and in the same reflection of where Chaos was, Krono wasn’t seen.

“Don’t bother.” Krono spoke, messing with his glove. “I’m not really here. Only in your mind.”

“Then how could I feel you?”

He sighed. “We are one, I feel what you feel, in both manners, and you do as well.” He stood behind the glass beside her. “All I heard from Muman was how much he was fascinated by the bonds humanity created, he barely told us about the evil–kept it as his own burden. I understand the fascination, looking at your friends interacting with each other with only goodwill, it humbles me a little. But it seems Chaos took a different approach. . .” He smiled down at her. “Though, watching the time they were with you, I feel your. . . insecurity.”

She clicked her tongue. “Great, you can know everything in my head?”

He shook his head. “Only the things you realize. There are emotions I feel and have no word for because you haven’t given it one. I can make guesses, but I cannot truly read you.”

She gripped the handle. “You. . . You’re just going to be my ghost?”

“The second you walk in there I’ll leave.” Krono spoke.

“Is Chaos going to keep showing his face?” Amelia faced him. “I know you’re trying to distract me from that fact, I can guess just the same as you.”

His eyebrows shot up. “I’m not so sure.”

“So you left them all to suffer?”

“I have my reasons.”

Amelia scuffed. “You neglect your responsibilities as much as us.”

“Watch yourself. I don’t need to be lectured by a human.” Amelia bit her tongue, entering the shop and as Krono said, he didn’t come with.

Ina took notice of Amelia and ran up to her as fast as she could. “Hey!” Her soft voice exclaimed. “I was wondering where you were. The food is going to get cold.”

“Oh, did Gura use all the money?”

“Nah. Calli took it from her before damage was done.” Amelia felt her body shock itself to remind her of reality. She forgot the rest of her friends' names. Death was Calliope, why did she forget that? The Phoenix was Kiara. The ache from her head started again. She pinched her thigh and smiled at Ina. “Oh, do you mind telling her she can keep it?”

Ina gave her a knowing look. “Are you leaving?” She tilted her head.

“I. . . have some business to take care of. Tell her I’ll be at the house when she’s done.”

Ina grabbed Amelia’s hand before she could step back. “Are you okay? The others may be too distracted to notice, but you stayed out here longer than needed. If there is something bothering you, you should let us know. If that’s too much, then tell me–even Gura.”

Amelia tensed. “Nothing is wrong, and even if there was something wrong, it wouldn’t matter if the whole world knew–it has to be fixed by me alone.” Ina opened her mouth then quickly closed it letting Amelia go. She left around the corner not turning back once.

[300iqprower]

Necessity [to fill plotholes] truly is the mother of worldbuilding

[night-triumphantt]

Nd since we’re talking ab blorbos at different ages here is a 15 ish year old Kiara that i colored bc, I am absolutely obsessed w the lore of the red dye in her hair FSDFSFDS

[rexscanonwife]

what's a little fun fact about each of the four kids? do they have a fun hobby, a weird (positive) quirk, a favorite food you associate with them?

Hiii thank you so much for asking! I'm sorry I'm getting back to you late, but I appreciate you giving me a chance to talk about my babies! 🥺💖💖 so as for fun facts, here we go!

Kaiza - she takes after Rex the most, and similarly has little nervous habits of his like tapping her fingers when she (poorly) lies and when her eyebrows knit together worriedly she looks so much like him it's uncanny! 😭💖💖

Quinn - he's the only boy and one of the only Force-sensitive of the kids, so from a relatively young age the family friend (my bff's s/i) starts training him to use it and teaches him the history of the Jedi and how their hubris led to their downfall. Quinn isn't really super interested in all that though, he mostly wants to learn how to use a lightsaber 😂😂 he also has a bit of a sweet tooth, but very sensitive teeth so he tries to sneak on treats when he knows he's not supposed to!

Kiara - she's Quinn's twin and is also Force-sensitive, though she tends to learn more from Brea how to use it to heal and connect with beings through the Living Force! She has a knack for bringing home critters of varying shapes and sizes 😅 much to Brea and Rex's concern!

Mirri - Mirri is mainly nonverbal, and prefers to communicate by writing what they want to say on Rex's old datapad, but most of the time their family knows them well enough to understand them without needing it! They spend most of their time going over as much data as they can find and they're really handy with repairs and technology in general. Rex and Brea found them in a junkyard while on a supply run one day and decided they couldn't leave them behind!