#like even setting aside nuking the earth. which. idk.

[g1deonthefirst]

i mean the tlt fandom is constantly doing the push and pull between "john is an evil mastermind" and "john is just a normal guy with normal flaws" and i think the truth is somewhere in between. john is a fascist who's destroyed countless planets and murdered countless people, but he's a complex three-dimensional fascist because tazmuir writes complex characters and because real-life fascists are complex and three-dimensional human beings. and i do think it's important when analyzing his character not to lose sight of the fact that john is a complex person who isn't at all omniscient, but it's equally important to remember that he did choose to nuke the earth and become the god of a fascist space empire and conquer planets. he didnt just stumble his way into it!

[kiegosbby]

Hawks falling in love with someone who everyone assumes is quirkless but actually has an absolutely gorgeous voice that can be used to woo people into submission or instead cause sonic booms in fight or flight situations where wooing someone won’t work (I’ve considered writing this myself, but I haven’t had the time! I might in the future, if you won’t mind!). She often sings to him while he lays with his head on her lap or chest and someone overhears/stumbles upon them, which is how her quirk is found out.

ok so this might not be that good 😅 I’m only really good at writing angst but I’ll try my best!

I also feel like this could be longer but I just kinda don’t know how to make it longer if that makes sense? this would be a good like 3 part series of him falling in love then the second chapter he finds out the quirk and then last chapter it’s all lovey or whatever

kinda a song fic I guess idk lol

first song is butterfly’s response and second is as the world caves in

if you do ever get around to writing it, tag me :)

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it was late at night when hawks had come home, demanding you to sing to him.

well of course it wasn’t demanding just like begging. when you sang to him, it relaxed him instantly and calmed his nerves like nothing else could. he didn’t want to say that he fell in love with you because of it, but it played a role in it.

so when he came home you couldn’t decline and honestly, it felt good to help him. You were quirkless, and sometimes it was hard when you were a quirkless civilian dating a pro hero. sometimes you just felt useless with him, but being able to soothe him helped. you could do something to help him.

you laid down and waited for him to join you, drinking water preparing to sing for him.

most nights you would sing him to sleep, it calmed him that much. you’d never sing around anyone else, he would get upset saying that your singing was only for him. you were his songbird after all.

he walked into the room and you looked over him, he looked disheveled, tired, and tense. your heart ached for him.

he laid down with his head on your stomach, and his arms around your lower waist. you sighed and brang your hands up to his hair, slowly running your fingers through his hair, trying to release some tension from his scalp.

“ready baby?” you cooed softly at him, petting his hair.

“always songbird” his muffled voice vibrated against your stomach and you took a deep breathe.

“You don't have to speak

Don't need to talk to me

Baby, I already know

The shadows in your head

They've got you down again

Got you feelin' low”

this was one of his favourite songs you had sang it for him countless times and he never got tired of it. he asked you enough times to know that’s what he wanted.

“But it's time to rest, now

Let it all melt now

Wipe your tears

The sun's already set, now

Won't you go to sleep, now?

I'll see you in your dreams”

you felt his muscles relax, as you sang the soothing song. his breathes became more deep and you kept slowly running your hands through his hair, mostly focusing on singing

“'Cause I'm right here

Darlin', I'm right here

Close your pretty eyes, my butterfly

Baby, have no fear

The future's lookin' bleak

Your will to live is weak

But honey, hold on for me”

You had always wondered why he liked this song so much, but never really questioned it. you loved this song to, it got you through deep dark times.

“I know that you're an angel

But it's not your time to fly, now

We need you here on earth

Stay right here

I'll stay here with you, my dear

Look up to the sky and know

I am still alive

Because you want me to be”

when singing this song, sometimes you cried a little. especially after a long day. it held so much meaning for you two, it hurt so badly but it felt so good at the same time.

hawks breath had evened out now, and you were sure he was sleeping now.

you laid your head back and quietly said into the air not trying to wake him

“Remember, my dear

You're strong

You're loved

You're beautiful, so beautiful

And you belong here on Earth

I love you”

after that you fell asleep, holding him in your arms.

-ˏˋ♡ˊˎ-

it was the next day, and hawks had called you to his agency, he had a bad fight and needed you very bad.

when you got to his agency you saw him laying on the couch in his office. you walked over to him slowly and when you came into his view he lifted his arms towards you like a toddler.

you laughed softly and pulled him into your lap.

“your so cute baby. everything ok?”

“just need you to calm me down angel. been a rough day you know?” he mumbled into your stomach, burying his face into it like a pillow.

“want me to sing for you baby?”

he never really liked you singing outside of your apartment together, but today had been a particularly rough day so, he agreed.

you had asked him what song, already knowing which one but he gave you a odd request.

“can you sing as the world caves in? I heard you singing it the other day and it was really g-good” He sounded nervous almost, it was so cute.

“of course baby, anything for you”

you cleared your throat and shifted so you could sing properly.

“My feet are aching

And your back is pretty tired

And we've drunk a couple bottles, babe

And set our grief aside

The Papers say it's doomsday

The button has been pressed

We're gonna nuke each other up boys

'Til old satan stands impressed”

you were singing so beautifully, so graceful like you were a professional singer, and keigo couldn’t help but think that he was so lucky to have you. he would go to the ends of the world for you and back.

“And here it is, our final night alive

And as the earth runs to the ground

Oh girl it's you that I lie with

As the atom bomb locks in

Oh it's you I watch TV with

As the world, as the world caves-“

you were finishing the song, your singing loudly causing both of you to not notice the person entering the room, hawks receptionist, trying to give hawks some papers.

she walked in through the door, heard you sing, and she was instantly mesmerized.

you walked towards you stopping in front of you dropping to her knees, and staring up at you in admiration.

you quickly tapped hawks on his shoulder and whispered a quick “keigo what the fucks going on”

He lifted his head up, obviously confused, and sat up reaching to his receptionist, asking her if she’s ok

“y-your voice is so beautiful! please keep singing” she stuttered quickly, and then continued asking over and over

“is she ok?”

“I-I don’t know? Why don’t you go home babe, I’ll meet up later I’m gonan take her to the emergency room to see if she has some kind of head damage” you laughed softly at his comment before getting up and leaving. or trying to.

she quickly grabbed your arm before yelling “please stay! I’ll do anything for you! just sing to me again! please!”

you pulled away from her, hawks pulling her away, you gave him a confused look before he tried to reassure you

“I��ll be home quick just go”

you nodded softly and walked out of the agency, going home.

-ˏˋ♡ˊˎ-

you were making dinner when keigo had came home and you quickly went to greet him.

“did you find out what was wrong with her?”

he had a look on his face and you couldn’t quite tell what it was, but it wasn’t good.

“she was in a transe from a quirk. from your quirk y/n. you have a quirk that puts people into a transe.”

you looked at confused and then laughed

“nice joke keigo, now what was really wrong with her”

he stared at you seriously and it all clicked in your head.

you had a quirk.

[sailor-bennoda]

Throwback Thursday!

no rly i swear i don’t regret nuking my old main

i rly only regret not saving the posts i had in one tag

the “the adventures of shitnoda and the problematic faves” tag

i still think about it a lot

there was some amazing shit in there that i kept collecting bc i was so so fucking tired of everyone idolizing these guys which. i mean. i get that they mean(t) a lot to many folks but also like. putting a celebrity, someone you do not even know personally, on such a high pedestal just sets you up to either get really disappointed, if not even hurt, or to become someone who harrasses others to defend these random strangers who just happened to make some relatable music and be good at communication with the public/their fans.

anyway

some of the highlights that i still remember:

● that one time Mike put out new music incl musicvid under the name Fort Minor but didn’t tell his former bandmates about it so they only found out about it through social media, and how fucking pissed Ryu was who posted big rants on instagram about it until, a couple hours later, he just stopped with a quick update like “ok i just talked w him, we’re cool again”

● this 8-bit Facebook game they released once where, at least when I attempted to play it pretty early on, you had super limited options in the character creator. which didn’t affect me, personally, bc i’m white af and had reddish hair at the time but. darker skintones and stuff seemed to not be an option until you unlocked them. which seems weird when you remember how a third of the band isn’t even white themselves. until you realize that they had custom made avatars.

● the now dead guy making fun of a fan’s hairy titties (and Mike fucking losing it, almost choking on his own cry-laughter)

● the same guy talking about dressing up as rastafari, using a mop he dyed black for hair

● Mike “I’m incredibly down to earth i swear but i also don’t remember how it is to not be rich anymore” Shinoda: “it’s weird that some fans complain they don’t get to see us if we don’t tour near enough where they live like. just get on a plane and fly to where we’re playing?”

● Chester “I used to be super poor so I can ttly relate to not having much money but I also have a lot of money rn anyway how much could a banana cost? $10?” Bennington: “If your house burns down, you can just buy a new one. No big deal.”

● venue staff gossip about LP touring with such a big crew and so many busses they clogged up whole parking lots at festivals so other bands barely had space anymore

● that AMAZING time one of Chuz’ friends had the cops called on him for owning/smoking pot on festival grounds and said it was someone from LP who called the cops and he was super pissed - and ppl on tumblr were like “noooo we have hard evidence that it wasn’t LP who called the cops!” “what evidence?” “well, Mike said so!” and i’m still howling when i think about it bc I trust Mike to speak the truth (when it’s about stuff that could dirty the band’s image even in the slightest) as far as I can throw him - and i’m like 5′6′‘ and never worked out in my life so. idk. maybe i can tackle him to the ground if i catch him unprepared but i sure as hell can’t throw him at all

...

and that’s already all that i can remember anymore, aside from an Anon, I think, who told me about how Mike once made a friend of them cry at a M&G bc he had a snarky/rude day

It’s like

the point of all that wasn’t to be like “hurr durr, Linkin Park is super problematic and you shouldn’t be a fan of them!”

it was just

to remind ppl (incl myself) how these guys are just normal ppl who fuck up sometimes and who also live in their own little bubbles focused on their own little problems, who are just. human. with all the flaws that entails. incl the capacity and absolutely also the lived history of hurting/having hurt other people. bc that’s just what humans do.

and as someone who is/was/whatever involved in Real Person Fandom like, the fanfic side of things about these days, these flaws and stuff were always one of the things most interesting to me. especially when it came to the band’s relationship to their fans. which is impossible to be just 100% lovey uwu when you sometimes just want to hang out with friends or go somewhere with family but get recognized everywhere and have ur social media screenshot and get the occasional stalker even and ppl tweet ur wife asking if she writes fucking fanfic of you and your best friend railing each other

so yeah

i miss this tag

i wish i could read through it sometimes :,)

[isaacathom]

man the CRU in a mech would be a disaster. or really any like, machine which requires teamwork. like, goddd. an absolute nightmare.

like the way the mech worked in the dream implied that each person had like, a ‘profile’ they could use which limited what they could do, hence saval being useless in a direct fight because her profile had no attack skills, only stealth ones. and the assumption is that these profiles can’t be easily changed at all, like theyre fairly stuck in. so saval has a stealth profile, koshi has a more attacker profile, tamjol is i guess a sort of... stat profile? yengchu is largely defensive and rien is a sort of basic jack of profile. yengchu is the lead, naturally, but this does limit the mechs offensive capabilities because she has no special attacks on her profile. but if its a 5 person mech, the other members CAN still do things, just perhaps they need the permission of the captain (yengchu)

which could then be fun when you play in with Koshi’s possession thing. which i guess would manifest as a profile virus which swaps them from a ranged attack profile to a fucking Nuke, and which simultanenously overrides Yengchu’s ‘veto’ to let koshi just go nuts. so suddenly the entire koshi profile goes rogue.

maybe the tamjol profile has a virus too, given the whole Ashiel thing. like a visual display error but only his profile has. idk? are the people even still in this, is the thing, or is it just like AI? AI would be interesting because then the virus stuff works better. whereas if its just people, koshi herself isn’t affected by the virus on her profile, so to speak. if she’s an ai, then the virus DOES affect her full on and it mirrors her possession.

so you’ve just got like a 5 man mech piloted by 5 ai’s. that sounds kinda cool. i natch wont do shit with this concept bc the CRU are kinda inherent to the SFY setting... but a mech piloted by a team of ai and maybe like, one human, that could be interesting. the virus thing could play into that a lot.

orr maybe they are still human pilots, trying to hide mistakes or secrets. for instance Saval’s profile might be hacked in, because she doesn’t have the credentials for any of anything. tamjol wouldve been hiding the fact his profile has that display virus because it would reflect badly on him, because like, it would mean HE had done something wrong. even if he hadnt, and the virus was someone elses fault. its a complicated system.

i think theres smth there. maybe not a 5 man team, thats a lil large. 

i think a koshi-esque character would be great for that, too. like maybe she starts with a perfectly ordinary range attack profile, but during one of their first encounters the team gets attacked and her wing (and by extension her profile) gets just ABsolutely Fucked up. alien virus shit all up in. the comms get jammed and the entire section starts doing some whack shit, doing maneuveurs that her profile just does not have, and in the end the leader has to shut the whole section of the ship off because even though it did some useful shit (like blowing tf up some aliens) it is also causing serious damage to the entire ship. turning off the section isnt IDEAL because the pilot is still inside and theres a Lot of shit involved in the piloting, but if they dont the whole ship might go down. while the pilot gets their damaged ship back to the nearest port, one of the other pilots (id say maybe 4 total seems like a decent number) goes into that section by the manual overrides to get ‘koshi’ out, and shes jsut out fucking cold. the entire section is fucked. its not good.

and they get back to base, koshi gets taken to med, the it and repair teams are trying to figure out what on earth happened to her profile because it... looks fine? even though there are recordings from the other profiles on the ship and from the ships profile showing that something went catastrophically wrong, and theres physical evidence that something weird happened (aside from the external damage, evidence of her cannon firing in a way which her profile doesn’t natively allow), her profile shows nothing. her profile is completely normal except for seemingly going unused for the stretch of time where she went off the shits. then yknow, med comes back and says everything is clear. she wakes up and doesnt remember anything after the collision. everyones a lil concerned. the it lads reboot her profile from a backup from pre-mission, and everythings fine. next time the gang is out, nothing goes wrong. well, nothing relating to her, at any rate, cant speak for the rest of the pilots.

then, idk, the next time they go out, more alien shit, and mid talk She cuts out. the comms aren’t jammed. she just. stops mid sentence. and it takes everyone a few moments to notice, but then suddenly her section of the ship is doing weird shit again. 

like. i think the virus thing would be interesting in that setting. i think this shit sounds cool

[kevinsmilleran-blog]

Hello,

 I found your blog.

 If my intent was to hurt you or invade your privacy I would not have come clean today ... if I wasn’t getting over you I would not have come clean today ...at the time I found your blog my only intent was to better understand where i stand with you I swear to god...  but I found your blog and now I can’t take it back.

 Where did I stand.  Fuck!  it’s the crazy the whiplash I get.  one day it’s “Ive been in hospital here’s everything for the last five days” and then two days later it’s all “none of your business.” One day it’s singing blackbird singing in the dead of night at 2am don’t hang up, the next day is “can I hang up now tired? Oh ….none of your business.”

 I lied to you when you asked if I found your blog cause I knew you’d never talk to me again, I couldn’t deal with that in that particular moment ... I was going through some shit and still thought maybe as a friend you’d be support…  can I deal with that now??? I don’t know, I think so, the truth is I am getting over you I was at the gym last night – big step -- and with each text I sent you on kik as i kept looking at my phone waiting for the d to turn into an r something just kept dying inside and I was deciding I don’t want a life of waiting for the d on kik to turn into an r... I put my phone on the shelf for a while and I felt RELIEF!!! Relief from this thing MY FUCKING PHONE that seems to only exist in a way to make me feel ignored when I’m needy and available when I’m needed.

 I just know that each day that went by lying to you made the lie worse. So now you know. I found your blog... I don’t know how to explain this... one thing I noticed about you is there’s EMPOWERED YOU and then VULNERABLE YOU... we are all both weak and strong.  well I’m the same exactly!! kinda strong in that moment when you told me you had a blog, but I can’t see it.  I nod.  Of course I nod.  I’m telling you we all should have a private place where we can write private things I’m not lying!!!

 and then it’s vulnerable me late at night not knowing where i stand

 driving me crazy

 why does she want to be with me one night but not tonight

 I need to know I need to know I need to know

 i ask she says none of my business

 I need to know

 I get a cryptic text, just a pic, looks cool, then five hours of silence and each minute of each hour just grinds away at my strength, the gears in my brain cranking spinning.  What I said about everyone having private space to write private things I MEANT IT, ya coulda hooked me up to a lie detector and when I said private space to write private things is sacred and that lie detector would have frozen over with boredom as the truth spills out into the air…. I meant it but now I need to know.  

 I NEED TO KNOW

I NEED TO KNOW!!!!

Why has that person who used to text me before going to bed every night, she has stopped.  Why is it I could text a Phineas and Ferb “whatcha doin?” one day and it was always my business and now it was always not my business.

 I needed to know!!!

I had to know.

Just to move on and get closure I had to FUCKING KNOW.

 Bono sings “the best things are easy to destroy” and does he fucking even know how easy.

 Now listen.  I can fuck up things with booze.  But I have to get a job make the money, get in a car go to a store and buy the booze.  I can fuck things up in all sorts of ways.  

 How easy was this?

 After about the 100th time my brain was screaming to itself I NEED TO KNOW, here’s how easy it was.

 First mistake…. that short story you sent, the one about the kid with the death due date going to die before everyone else he had a bad number

Second mistake…. look that up it’s literally the most popular post on tumblr

Third mistake…. Not even looking for it your avi is literally the first avi at the bottom of the page.  Reblog list.

Fourth mistake …  click on the link to your tumblr.

Fifth mistake …. The first fucking post on your tumblr is literally a link to a wordpress blog.

Sixth mistake …. You know the rest.

 I found your blog.

 How long did that take. Less than 4 seconds.

 There’s at least a protocol to nuking the world, codes, keys, you can’t even do it alone you need another guy to turn his key at the same time, I guess, I don’t really know.  I just know it’s not supposed to be that easy.

 It was that fucking easy ... to go get booze I at least have to get in a car and go to a store I DESTROYED EVERYTHING WITH YOU STONE COLD SOBER IN 4 SECONDS OF WEAKNESS WITH THREE TAPS OF MY FINGER ON A FUCKING PHONE WHILE IN MY BED!!!

 THAT FUCKING EASY! I FUCKING HATE THE INTERNET!!!!!

 I have a friend, a teacher she says if it was that easy she wanted you to find it.  Like that guy who hides porn where he knows his wife will find it eventually.  

 That’s fucking insulting. Go away friend, you’re not a friend. I fucked up.   I lacked self control.  Disrespected your space.  AGAIN. It was the second time!!!  I know what I did and I know you don’t play games that way.

 None of this is now going to help. maybe you’ll meet a stronger guy in future, I hope you do but if you ever put a guy in relationship purgatory – if you don’t know what I mean by that its this… you break up with him, but you don’t really want that so you’re “broken up” but still doing things… aw fuck it… everything together…. again when you’re “broken up” but still doing things together, don’t send him excerpts from your blog. Don’t send him the tools to find your blog in three clicks ... I think most guys would look, we are all pretty weak I think that’s why we, with our fearful patriarchies, fucked the world up.  

 Unless you want him to see your blog my advice is don’t even tell him it exists ...  if it’s a test to see if he looks for it, it’s a test that I think will rule out a lot of guys who are really pretty amazing in a lot of other ways.  Seeking out secrets is in a guys nature the way it’s in the nature of a scorpion to sting and poison a turtle carrying the scorpion across a river.  They both DIE.

 Maybe I’m wrong and I am just the worst man on earth, and every other dude would have never looked.

 But...

 I see on your tumblr a joke about someone pointing a knife but not using it ... a bad comparison maybe my point is this: if i was truly despicable (and some guys are) I would have SECRETLY kept looking at your blog for months… So I’m not despicable I’m merely pathetic and lacking the self control when it comes to wanting to know everything about you ... and yeah i do want to know that ... i fucking miss being your cheerleader… DO NOT RULE OUT THE POSSIBILITY THAT I LOOKED AT YOUR BLOG NOT JUST TO FIND OUT WHAT YOU WERE DOING, BUT BECAUSE I FUCKING GET A BIG GIANT SMILE WHEN I HEAR ABOUT HOW COOL YOU ARE!

 Purely practical... like it’s even possible I could be a better ex boyfriend if I knew more about you instead of less. Case in point, when it wasn’t a betrayal..... If I’d have found your blog before we broke up ... back then it might have saved the relationship.. I like to think I would have got us both help sooner ... but now it’s just betrayal I guess ...

 so some more honesty ... if I told you I would never look at it again I doubt I could make good on that promise ... it’s just yet another way my feelings for you reach beyond boyfriend girlfriend to father daughter ... it’s like I’m thinking well you won’t ever talk to me again but at least I can see youre ok on Facebook or tumblr or something ... so point is if you keep posting to that blog and to this tumblr I’d still look ... long after we have both moved on to someone else .. I could marry some woman and she’d wonder why I’m on some 20 something’s tumblr and be like oh it’s nothing and try to hide it from her ... if i talked to her about you she’d hear in my voice the candle I’d still hold for you...

 In that respect there is something about further contact I think we need to finally put in writing and if I could write it in stone i would... I get that as your ex boyfriend you don’t want to appear vulnerable to me.. you already have three dads, you don’t need a 4th but that’s kind of where I’m at here... I don’t think of myself as strictly an ex boyfriend but as a dad who would never not have the time for you ... for instance you know this door would never be closed to you.

 Now I know you can take care of yourself I’m just saying in an extreme emergency

 more honesty you can block me here but your tumblr is public viewable to anyone not logged into tumblr I assume you know that... more honesty ya know what????

 your tumblr IS FUCKING RAD!!! setting aside all the emotions both good and bad if we were total strangers I’d totally follow you ...

 I hate the fact that we are exes means I don’t get to be a stranger and go wow that chicks FUCKING AWESOME!  

 Anyway, i hope you’ll think about this and after the anger of betrayal subsides you might think it’s ok idk I’d like that your tumblr is cool!

 This will probably be the last things I get to say for awhile so I started feeling better about being blocked yesterday ... like I said above, the reason why is that it’s probably easier for me being blocked than it is texting you and staring at the phone for hours waiting for a response ... which is what was happening ... blocking me just takes away from me something I already don’t have anyway ... so yeah I’m just like well if I was unblocked how would that make anything better? It wouldn’t.

 I don’t know if I can think of any other last worlds ... oh i didn’t throw away anything you gave me ... it’s all packed up in two boxes labeled “amber”... encasing something in amber preserves it somehow ... it’s out of sight and out of mind as much as it can be so I don’t spend my days in tears looking at it, yet our year remains preserved encased in amber like a 99 million year old frog.

   One last way I’m weak and pathetic.. I probably would have let you throw your youth away on 50 year old ... or maybe I wouldn’t do that, and this is pretty weird but maybe I did all this fucking up so you wouldn’t throw your youth away on a 50 year old and also not spend much time being too hard on yourself

 It’s all my fault we are no longer together.

  p.s. to any reader who wants to know what I found when I found her blog, I’m a huge fan of the tv show LOST, so some things never get answered.  This isn’t about that, this is about something else.  Put it this way, I still really didn’t get the definitive answer or closure I was looking for, all I found was more questions, and I was just DESTROYING EVERYTHING I HELD DEAR IN MY HEART.  That’s the only thing that will ever happen when you go looking for THOSE KIND of answers.

[isaacathom]

i mean they had the same source but the whole reason for the divergence (aside from a fucking Dark Nuke) was a difference in culture brought on by their specific environment in relation to the rest of the kingdom. we’ll saayyyyy its because this end of the country was surrounded by mountains whilst the other end was more low landed and coastal. this is going to inevitably cause a shift in the two. the capital being nearer to the coast maintained the center of power and the high authority on the action of the Maidens at this time. but because the mountain folk had different needs, they began to introduce extra rituals that specifically related to them (ie blessings for miners, stuff about craftsmen and trade), praying to different gods. in ADDITION only. they werent allowed to supplant it.

but that simple environmental shift would have resulted, even before the dark nuke, in a difference in outfit. and i think they wouldve had time. like, in my head, whenever the specific maiden hit on the idea to fucking Dark Nuke It, they decided to play a long game. they gave the mountainfolk their independence and pretend to support them through it. there was frustrations on many sides, but the dark kingdom loved it! they reworked the entire system, but kept many aspects from it. similar set up, but with different results, or smth. the outfit changed to reflect the gods they chose to highlight. everyone was happy. then a group of maidens and troops from the light kingdom came for a peaceful celebration, and then, in private, that specific maiden goes KaBlam and because there was no remnant of her presence noone has ANY idea who caused it. everyones blaming everyone. everyones scared. the border slams shut. the dark maidens are born. its fucking Whack.

so they do have a different outfit, but its likely largely similar (they wouldnt have had QUITE enough time to cement a completely new ceremonial garb before it became obsolete due to the change in what a maiden needed to do. sorta. i mean it wouldve stayed around for a while but the priorities were more ‘THERES A FUCKING DARKNESS KILL IT’ rather than ‘we must update our outfit to accomodate’

uhh instead of involving blue hues, it would incorporate a lot more orange and reds, for the Earth and shit. maybe some greens. a bit of black for the mountains. its also generally shorter than the Light one, as theyre expected to get themselves around rather than being like. driven everywhere. for the locations higher up the mountain they include pants and long sleeves but in general they dont really have them. its also a completely stagnant and plain design, mostly bands of colour, maybe with ONE or TWO highlight pieces. like a headdress (aka tiara fuck you) or a cloak. idk. theyre way more practical because of the more rugged nature of their terrain and the harsher environment. plus like, the idea of getting a woman in bright white robes that trail the ground for dozens of metres and whose sleeves touch the floor to come into a Mine is fucking absurd. but asking a woman with a slightly above floor length dress and a cloak that can easily be carried behind her to do the same? a reasonable request. it suited their needs better, as a country that relies almost exclusively on its mines to continue to thrive as all their farmland decays outside.

so her garb is way more practical, if a little old. though i imagine that she’s specifically requested the garb be mended and repaired in preparation, once the plans become more set in stone

the light garb is a lot more blues and greens and yellow, like a grassy knoll next to the ocean. star patterns, clouds, stars, and a LOT of long dangling parts that can be played with in the breeze. theres also the fact that all the maidens, at least when in uniform, are Uniform. they all look basically the same, barring slightly shorter/longer hair, slight colour variants for skin/eye/hair colour, etc. the outfit is the same, and the hairstyle is identical. in private theyre of course a lot more diverse, but their general outfits are still rather limited, and they dont like. go out.

in contrast to the dark maidens who rarely (if ever) wear ceremonial garb, constantly do basically whatever provided they also do their Job, and all look a lot more distinct. both maiden groups do have a basic colour template they rib from with only slight variants, though. Dark maidens have slightly paler skin, white/silvery/platinum blonde hair, and dark coloured eyes (any colour really). light maidens have darker skin (and generally more freckles), blonde to brunette hair, and bright eyes. and then theres like, horns/halos/wings/whatever i decide these folk have that marks them as a race rather than just some Humans. which are probably consistent between all members of the specific group with no variance (beyond like. size? and potential injury i guess. idk it depens what aspects i choose them to have). its basically like, the Light Maidens are very consistent and have a specific Look, barring a disaster. the Dark Maidens are a lot more inconsistent and the only thing that really marks them as Brethren is like. the halos or whatever. niiice