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In honour of pride I thought I’d share gen 3 mains prideness

[toxinellebug]

It’s The Supreme’s World: We just live in it…

Some world building and character info for the Re-Verse and how it affects Marinette, Adrien, and Gabriel before we get into the next Kamikotized hero.

Peace was never an option… It was an ultimatum.

While World Peace Day is celebrated everywhere, truly, only Capital Cities are able to host the full splendor of such a magnificent event.

        Paris is famous for never being outdone when it comes to this extravagant and cherished celebration:

Throughout the day, on every corner of the city, you could find a rare sight you would not see any other day of the year- flower carts.

     Usually, flowers were too expensive for just anyone to purchase, so florists only sold the finest, most delicate and exotic flowers to appeal to the high class.

           But on World Peace Day, cheap, less popular flowers were made available so even those of low income could enjoy the rare luxury of owning a real flower;

      Perhaps it is a frivolous purchase, but even the most stingy of penny-pinchers could not resist the urge to loosen their purse strings when offered a single pink carnation for the ridiculously low price of only €20!

Flowers weren’t the only thing worth buying-

     There were street vendors with international fare offering a variety of delights one would expect from a carnival or festival. Each seems so exotic when they come from a culture different than your own; takoyaki from Japan, bratwurst from Germany, frappe from Italy, Cotton Candy from the United States of America.

(Yup, spun sugar is originally a traditional american food invented in 1897 by American citizens William Morrison, and John C. Wharton, and it remained a unique American speciality until it was introduced at the 1904 World Fair. The irony? One of those dudes was a dentist.)

It is a culinary trip around the world without the cost of voyage.

Unless you were a vendor, of course.

While plenty were local, many more would venture from their homes to capital cities for World Peace Day, knowing they could make a larger profit than if they were to sell their goods at smaller towns. 

     Some even traveled from out of country, it was a huge investment for a single day, but one that would immensely pay off if they could convince customers that their goods were more authentic.

There was also a lavish parade with floats decorated in peace lilies, white poppies, hyacinth, cosmos, pincushion flowers, red peonies, and lavender, all carrying red banners with the symbol of The Supreme.

      Marching bands play folk music, and talented performers in costumes from all over the world perform traditional dances.

          It is a feast for the eyes seeing all the different cultures that were united for the sake of Peace.

Of course, the most beautiful sight (that you have to pay an admission fee for) is in the Jardin des Tuileries where all the metal sculptures and plastic foliage are removed to make room for impressive, imported floral displays;

Tudor roses from Britain, Quatre–temps from Canada, Dahlias from Mexico, Cattleya orchids from Brazil, Meihua from China, and naturally French Iris at the center… All countries in the world are represented by a display of their national flower, to symbolize how all nations came together under the guidance of The Supreme. 

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Roland Dupain loves World Peace Day more than Christmas!

Poverty had become common place after the Great war- the whole world seemed dull and grey. But the people endured to rebuild what had been lost. Roland Dupain’s grandfather had perished in the war, and his grandmother had to raise 2 sons on her own, one of which would marry Roland’s mother. 

Then, WW2 began. 

     Both his father and his uncle went off to fight, following in their father’s footsteps.

       5 months passed before Mrs. Dupain received word that Roland’s uncle had been killed in action.

A miserable year passed and the world descended into Hell-

     Nazi’s invaded France and took control of Paris.

         Parisians lived in fear and battled with hunger every day. A pregnant Mrs. Dupain cried herself to sleep, having lost all hope of ever seeing her husband alive again, resigning herself to her fate of having to bring a child into the world that would never know their father…

Then, the unthinkable happened;

         The Axis Powers abruptly and unanimously surrendered!

Not to the Allies Forces…. No, something far greater and more powerful.

There was dancing in the streets! Peace at long last! 

     Tanks and weapons were disassembled, materials and rations that had been collected for the war efforts were donated back to the people, armies were permanently disbanded, and Roland’s father came home.

Oh, that euphoric feeling of relief and utter joy when Mrs. Roland leapt into her husband’s arms, weeping tears of joy.

      No more war, no more bloodshed, no more hiding in fear, no more starving!

From now on, theirs was a world of everlasting peace!

ALL HAIL THE SUPREME!

2 months later, Roland Dupain was born, and every year until his father’s died from Tuberculosis, Roland was regaled with stories of the suffering caused during the War, and how The Supreme was their savior.

Ever since, Roland Dupain has celebrated Peace Day with fond memories and a sense of pride…

Which is why his greatest shame is his wife, Gina.

The same woman who hard the nerve to lecture him about about family values when he was ready to disown his son for marrying an outrageous woman who wouldn’t even take her husband’s last name and who had nonsense ideas about experimenting with time-trusted recipes, (flour from rice?? Peuh! That’s not how it’s done!).

     Gina, with her big speech about how nothing was more important than family…

     She brought disgrace to their family when she was arrested 2 years ago for civil disobedience and public disturbance!

Well, there was no way he was going to allow his granddaughter to go down a criminal path!

The world was tough but fair; so long as you work hard and follow all the rules, no questions, you won’t have any problems.

So simple!

Marinette needed to learn to how lucky she was to live in a world under The Supreme’s protection. 

What better way to do that then helping her grandfather sell traditional Pain de campagne to tourists on World Peace Day?

It was a tradition started by his father, that he had carried on and tried to continue with his own son (until that wife of his put crazy ideas in his head like how pain au chocolat would be more popular.) but now, he would continue this tradition with Marinette- she would become part of a proud history, develop a sense of service, and most importantly, stay on the straight and narrow!

Children need discipline, after all! 

She would thank him, one day.

-Marinette strongly disagrees.

Up until she was 11 years old, for Marinette Dupain-Cheng, World Peace Day was all about yummy treats, exciting parades, and pretty flowers.

    While her parents sold pastries, her Nonna would take her strolling around the city to enjoy the excitement!

Then, just a few months before she turned 12, Nonna was sentenced to 8 years in a penitentiary labor camp.

Now, World Peace Day was about carrying baskets of rye sourdough bread, lectures on how things were and were not done, and the same old stories Grandpa Roland had already told her hundreds of times before, all while watching everyone get to have fun.

      It was like having detention outside of school! 

The worst part was the elderly tourists who would gush over her and pinch her cheeks for ‘being such a good girl who helps out her grandfather!’

Apparently being a “good girl” didn’t entitle her to personal space.

    Seriously, why did people feel entitled to put their hands on her just because she was a kid?

Mom and Dad were no help; her Mom believed this was important quality time with her grandfather that she’ll appreciate someday when she’s older.

     Dad’s opinion was, as always, that her mother was right.

You know what’d she’d really appreciate?

      Getting to celebrate World Peace day instead of lugging around crusty bread made from overly fermented yeast!  It was like her grandfather had an allergy to delicious food and having fun!

      Grandpa Roland claimed World Peace Day was his favorite holiday, yet he spent the whole day either selling bread or complaining about how other people were selling bread wrong, how people dressed was wrong, or how people looked at their phones while walking around was wrong!

      No one seemed to know how anything was “done,” save for him, and honestly? Marinette was 100% done with all of it.

—

For Adrien, World Peace Day is now the one time the city doesn’t stink in the literal sense.

The amount of actual flowers should help offset the stench of chemical fumes.

But he didn’t use to think that way…

World Peace Day used to make him happy, because it made his mother happy.

When he was little, his mother would giggle at the spectacle of Adrien-tallest in the world, as he sat atop his father’s shoulders for the best view of the parade in all of Paris.

Her smile was even sweeter than the sticky residue she tried in vain to wipe from his cheeks because Père didn’t hesitate to buy him every sugary treat that caught his eye.

Her voice was like a song as she pointed out and named each and every flower in Jardin des Tuileries to him, and as much as he wanted to pay attention, it was a hypnotic lullaby paired with a sugar crash that left him in a sleepy daze in his father’s warm embrace as he was carried home, his last conscious thoughts his mother’s kiss upon his forehead as his blanket was tucked tight around him.

As he got big enough to walk without being carried, he toured the celebrations with his parents each holding his hands in theirs.

     Father still had his sweet tooth, despite mère playfully scolding him, reminding him of the lecture Adrien would get from the dentiste.

He was old enough to listen to her name all the flowers now, but too excited about the exotic music and the foreign dancers to really pay attention to what she said.

Though he did hear, and make a face, at his father’s mushy declaration that mère was the most beautiful rose in the world.

He never really noticed that mother’s grip on his hand was starting to weaken.

Years passed and he was too busy checking that the path ahead was clear of bumps and dips to notice any candy vendors or dances. His father was also more focused on pushing mother’s wheelchair than enjoying the parade.

Mother’s tone was still cheerful as she admired the flowers, but Adrien was too worried about whether the outdoor air was making her cough worse, her words went in one ear and out the other.

Last year she had been too weak to get out of bed. She had been too exhausted to watch the entirety of the parade on TV- visiting Jardin des Tuileries was out of the question.

     Adrien would have given ANYTHING to listen to her list off the different flowers, he swore he would commit each one to memory.

Now….

Was there really any point?

He’d seen all the dances dozens of times, the music was also pretty boring.

There was nothing special about the food vendors, and too much sugar was terrible for your skin anyway.

He honestly didn’t care about flowers.

World Peace Day was just another over-rated holiday that people obsessed over to temporarily forget the mediocrity of their dreary lives.

What a joke.

—

For a young Gabi Grassette, son of a pommes frites vendor, World peace day meant sweets; Barbe à papa, English toffees, Mexican chocolates, and Polkagris!

Their family didn’t have a lot, but on this most special of days, his Papa would allow him some spending money to enjoy what the world had to offer~

At 8 years old, he was practically grown up, and able to walk up and down the street by himself.

It was the first World Peace Day he had a clear memory of, it was also the first time he saw a real flower up close.

Back then, he hadn’t really understood what his parents meant; things were either “real” or “imaginary”, weren’t they? 

        He was able to touch the plastic flowers his mother decorated their kitchen window with, and last week in L'Ecole Primaire his teacher taught him how to fold fleurs de papier.  Those were plenty real enough!

      Why would adults waste euros on something silly like flowers when they could buy candy instead?

           Gabi couldn’t believe he was already so much smarter than everybody else! That was probably why he was allowed to enjoy the celebration by himself unlike other children who still needed adults to watch them.

  That was until he stumbled across “it”.

A single blossom that had fallen off a parade float, carried off by a gentle breeze, only to land delicately at his feet.

It was so much more fragile than he’d imagined;

    The petals were just as thin as paper, yet surprisingly soft to the touch.

        Its center was fuzzy? A scent not unlike the perfume he was used to, but not the same either- it was both more airy yet more bold, but like a passing whisper- there was no strange undertone to remind him of cleaning sprays.

    The stem was flexible, to a point. It was smooth with a certain give. If he pressed a fingernail to it, it tore a little, but instead of revealing wire inside, it was just more green- a sticky green.

     The leaves had… creases? The lines weren’t painted on, they were embedded in the leaf itself almost like…. like… veins.

        Veins, as if it were….

                 Alive.

This tiny thing in his hands wasn’t made in a classroom or a factory… it was ALIVE.

He had been told that flowers and other plants were things that grew from the ground, but he had never fully understood what that truly meant until now.

    Flowers, REAL flowers, were delicate, fragrant, colorful, and ALIVE and it was the most amazing thing Gabi had ever seen!!!

But, why was something so precious only celebrated one day of the year?

   Why were there so few?

         Why didn’t the adults grow them everywhere?  Why did they have to settle for paper or plastic ones when real ones were so much better?

It wasn’t the first time he, or any child for that matter, had questioned why the world was the way that it was, but for Gabi, it was the first time he had questioned why no one was trying to make the world better.

While his childhood had given him the blissful ignorance of believing that a certain holiday was all about delicious treats and beautiful flowers, with adulthood came the wisdom of understanding that World Peace Day was supposed to symbolize the end of the violent history of the world that would never again be repeated.

But only the enlightened were able to realize what World Peace Day was really about;

      Worshipping The Supreme.

Some speculated that The Supreme was a small group of the world’s greatest minds.

Others suggested The Supreme was a single individual, appointed by the Divine Almighty to lead the world to salvation.

A remaining few even dared to imagine The Supreme as God himself; righting the wrongs of humanity and guiding them to the perfect world they could have been before the Tower of Babel. 

Perhaps that last one wasn’t too far fetched-

After all, the way all the World Leaders agreed to surrender their power after WW2 without hesitation was almost as if they were compelled by some supernatural force…

In order to ensure everlasting peace for generations to come,The Supreme reshaped the nations of the world;

    Monarchies were archaic- being able to trace your incestuous genealogy back to the dark ages didn’t qualify you to have any sort of authority.

     Elections were flawed and allowed money, baseless propaganda, and empty promises, to fool voters and keep the greedy and corrupt in power.

   That’s why wars over natural resources, religious superiority, or ethnic cleansing used to be commonplace throughout history- the wrong people were put in charge of governing the masses.

         Only exceptional individuals who will uphold the ideals of a utopian society should be given that kind of power.

              Mayors, Governors, Senators, and Prime Ministers/Presidents were replaced with High Officials, Grand Officials,  Executive Officials, and Executive Administrators… 

      All of which were selected by The Supreme, and who answered only to The Supreme.

Only The Supreme could decide what those “utopian ideals” were, and no one else had any say.

 Once, Gabi had been foolish enough to believe that was what was best.

After reinventing himself, from his name to the people he associated with, becoming a member of high society allowed to walk amongst the rich, the powerful, and the celebrity elite, Gabriel Agreste was finally able to see past all the bureaucratic smoke and mirrors.

No one truly had the best interests for the whole of humanity at heart. 

Those with authority obeyed The Supreme out of fear and a lust for power.

      Connections with the rich and influential were shallow at best; today you were friends and colleagues, but tomorrow they may very well stab you in the back to turn a profit.

In the end, the power to decide what was justifiably right or criminally wrong belonged to The Supreme, and their word was absolute.

If there was anything to take away from that, it was that absolute power corrupts absolutely.

[mmyujun]

— &. IRREGULAR. / @mmeihua

      a little over a month into school and he’s already looking for ways to pull his grades up. this is a new record for him. usually it’s towards the end of semester that the scrambling for extra points begins. ( seventh year has already seen some changes in him it seems. ) call it intuition if you will. he’s just preparing for later down the road when this extra credit assignment will ( inevitably ) come in clutch.

      said assignment has him carrying his notebook and pen down to the alchemy classroom after typical class hours. an unusual sight maybe, ( he’s usually on the quidditch field at around this time ) but again, it’s his final year. some changes are bound to happen. ( he needs to graduate. get into grad school. go through all the motions of becoming an auror. you know, all the boring stuff. ) unfortunately for yujun, however, a quick glance through the threshold of the door reveals he’ll be having some company tonight—not what he had hoped for, but he’s used to his plans going awry by now. whatever, he doesn’t mind sharing anyways.

      the student’s back is to him, too preoccupied with whatever is brewing in their cauldron to notice his footsteps echoing quietly throughout the room.“hi, do you mind if i—“ the recognition hits. he remembers her. her smile. her voice. her eyes. not too long ago all of that would have sparked something in him. interest? excitement? something like that. time has passed though and with it comes the dwindling of the flame. thus was his routine. always shallow. always quick.

      he hasn’t seen her since he cut it off, not on purpose though—just by chance. but yujun’s learned that often times it’s better not to run into his past flings. one way or another, feelings are caught on the other end and things just end up messy. he’s not sure what meihua’s case is, but he’s hoping she’s not the crazy type. so he takes a breath and hopes for the best.

      “oh, hey mei. what's up? i haven’t seen you in a while.”

[flameo-hotman]

Zuko adoption menu 24? :o

You get the calm before the storm of the next adoption my lovely anon! ; )

The Singing Nomads Adopt Zuko! (The written version of this one was left behind in the move, so I will redo it here.)

Zhao had blown his ship up, and his uncle thought him dead.

Zuko trekked through the woods of the Earth Kingdom praying to Agni that he would find help before his burn got infected. And well, Agni must have heard him, because he passed out and woke up in a camp that was the temporary home of a small group of nomads.

A woman, his mother’s age, was the one to welcome him into the waking world.

“Moring, kiddo, you feeling alright?”

Zuko found that while he still hurt he did feel somewhat better.

So he answered, “Uh... Yeah, who are you people?”

“My name is Lily, and this is my husband Chong, my sister Meihua, and Moku,” She explained. “We are nomads, what is your name?”

“Zuko.”

“Does your scar hurt?” She asked, looking concerned. “It looked pretty bad when  I was changing the bandages.”

“No, I’m fine,” He snapped, as he got to his feet and looked around the camp.

These people looked happy and at peace... There was a pang of longing in his heart at the sight, but he had to... He had to find the Avatar and bring them to his father.

The Avatar who likely had been just as at peace as these nomads, before they had gone into hiding... For one hundred years. Not seen even once...

It was an impossible mission, but he had to do it.

“Where are your parents, Zuko?” Chong asked as he handed Zuko a bowl of stew.

Well, they were nomads, so if he stuck with them he would come across the avatar anyways...

And three years later he did, long after he had quietly given up on his mission in favor of being with his new family.

The avatar was a kid and Zuko sighed, looking over at his mom, Lily, and she smiled back with understanding.

“Appa hates going underground and we need to do whatever makes Appa most comfortable ”

Thank Agni, he didn’t have to leave his new family.

“Secret love cave. Let’s go.”

Shit.

“Looks like I’m going to be teaching the Avatar fire bending...” Zuko muttered as he followed the Avatar and his friends into the cave with his family.

It wasn’t like he was going to have to help the kid defeat Ozai or anything.

But well... You know how that kind of story goes.

[caminhanti]

U n d e r n e a t h   (part II)

It was as if the night was unable to reach the ground. The light of life itself was beaming from tress and lush water lilies in the Evermorn Springs. Translucent golden haze was floating gently in the air and she was following its regular movements.

Caminhanti then looked around and found herself surrounded by the earthen elementals. She tried to reach for them, only to feel the rocks crumble in her hands. Black dust was rising from her palms.

The earth underneath her started to tremble and crack. A sudden gush hit her and engulfed her in water. She gasped, trying to catch her breath and opened her eyes.

The dark, star-spangled sky stretched above, and she got a glimpse of it through the window. The sound of late evening chores in The Arboretum reached her only after a few moments.

“Everything all right?” Jenova asked as she put a fruit basket on the floor. She had just entered the room and noticed Caminhanti lying down with her eyes open.

“Yes, thank you,” Caminhanti answered and got up quickly. “I must have fallen asleep.”

“You sure did,” Jenova replied. “There is a note waiting for you," she tilted her head towards the table next to the door while adjusting the content of the basket. "Our Grummle friend came by just before the sunset and left it for you. They sensed your dream and said not to wake you up.”

Caminhanti hastened to the table, open the scroll and traced her fingers over the last letter of the note.

“Fotinea,” she whispered and smiled at the note. “I’m ok, sister. Don’t worry. I will see you soon. F.”

She recognized the haste the words had been written with, and the decisive handwriting of her younger sister. She turned to Jenova and said: “I will be leaving soon.” 

Jenova hummed and nodded at Caminhanti. “Give her a big hug when you see her,” the Serpent Master got up and placed her hand on Caminhanti’s shoulder.

“I will,” she smiled and took the empty basket Jenova was holding. “Let me do the rest of tonight’s chores and finish what I’ve started here.”

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Written by Xin. October 2019.

Edited by Meihua Lee.

World of Warcraft Fiction. World of Warcraft is the Intellectual Property of Blizzard Entertainment. Serpent Master Jenova Longeye belongs to Blizzard Entertainment.

Caminhanti and Fotinea belong to Xin.

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I remember you made Soleil, the daughter of Amethyst, based on a song by Azula. Is she going to be a villain in Gen 3?

Originally that was the plan but the gen 3 story has changed a lot since I first made and designed her. She and many of the other kids don’t play a role in gen 3 except for Lily Maihua the three others mains I don’t think I’ve shared on here

Gen 3 however is still a work in process story wise so who knows she might come out to be an evil gremlin

(There is more information about it on the discord)

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Will Clubs and/or ever make an appearance in the comic in the future?

They will but at the end of deck wars part

The club characters (mostly clover) play a bigger role in gen 2 (Mercury’s story) so they’ll appear then

Also Lily is a main for gen 3. Clubs will get their time to shine just not so much in gen 1

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Might I ask why exactly Nova is?

Nova is Nova

Nova is just is

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Does Clover (or her sister) end up having a kid?

Clover has two children. She has a daughter (Lily) and a son (Taio) who is her heir despite Lily being the older sibling. I actually redesigned them today so good timing haha:

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In the future Sakura marries any noble?And i shipp her and Crystal 😅

Honestly I can’t imagine Sakura marrying anyone. Crystal however does marry someone. A genderfuild person called Misha. I haven’t designed them yet but I’ve always had an idea for them.