#project altis

[blacksheepdolls]

so! in the end, my boy did come home. finally. here's his new faceup, his finished outfit, his eyes, and his hat. literally all he still needs is a wig, and we're working on that tonight.

[rythasbrenelle]

Prompt #1: Steer

“I don’t want to go!” There was something accusatory in the high-pitched whine and the way the kit pointed his finger at Reynir, as if the ancient codes and unspoken laws of the forest were somehow his fault. Reynir kept a placid look on his face, kept his clawed hands folded behind his back, fought the droop threatening his tall ears and kept them perky instead. He tried to project control and competence, as he’d seen his master do time and again.

He hoped he succeeded.

“I know it’s scary, honey bun. But it’s our way,” Liv said. She folded her son up in her arms, an embrace that the kit welcomed and returned, clinging to her as if he’d drown otherwise. With the kit’s face buried in her neck, she offered Reynir a glance laden with apologies. Reynir answered with a brief smile and a nod. This was normal. Probably. “I want to stay with you and Elva!” the kit pleaded. “Atli,” his mother cooed. She pried the kit from her, just enough to look him in the eyes. Her fingers brushed through his hair, taming tangles of sunshine. “Do you know why there are so few males in the forest?” You see, about a fifth of us die in training, Reynir thought dryly. But his social skills hadn’t eroded so thoroughly in his isolation that he dared to say it. Not in front of the doting mother, and most certainly not in front of the anxious kit. Atli sniffled and shook his head at his mother. “Because the Word knows that however few the Wood-warders number, you are enough to keep us safe from all of the threats outside of Stjrn. Without you, and without him, there’s no village. No Mother or Elva. The Green Word chose this path for you because She needs you to protect Her lands.” She kissed the kit’s forehead, then his cheeks, solemn and gentle. Then she began to pepper the kit’s face with loud, exaggerated smooches until he cried out in protest and she couldn’t contain her laughter anymore. “Mother! Stop!” Alti squealed, twisting about until he wriggled free of Liv’s grasp. Though he felt his own smile growing by the moment, Reynir stepped away, slipping out the door to leave the mother and her son to treasure the moment without their unwelcome guest. He settled against the wall where he’d left his spear, folded his arms, and waited. It was some ticks before the door creaked open and Liv stepped out to join him. She shut the door behind her, the kit nowhere in sight. “Apologies. I know you wished to speak with him, but I think it will have to wait. He’s in his room now, packing his things before he and his sister help with the feast,” she explained. “He can bring his things, yes?” “Sure,” Reynir said. His voice had always been gentle and soft. Ordinarily it made speaking a nuisance, as he strained to be heard, but it seemed appropriate enough now. “So long as he travels light.” “It’s only a few keepsakes,” she assured him. He grunted his approval. They lapsed into silence. “You can stay, you know,” she finally said. “For the send-off. It’s in Atli’s honor, so you’ll have to wait on him anyroad. Nobody will deny you another night’s respite.” Reynir shrugged. “I’m fine outside.” “The feast will be outside. Our little hut can’t hold the entire village.” When Reynir looked at her again, her green eyes were dancing with amusement. “Outside the village,” he clarified, smiling despite himself. “Very well, whatever makes you happy,” she conceded. “But I insist that you take some food with you.” “Okay. Since you’re insisting.” Silence again. Reynir let his eyes drift shut, and he listened. Inside the hut, he could hear the kit speaking to his sister, their words indistinct. But they weren’t the only people awake this early. Throughout the village, a handful of women had already emerged from their own homes and busied themselves with preparations for the evening. They discussed food, music, and stories as they planned their grand farewell to the young jack. “Reynir.” He cracked an eye open. Liv was watching him still, but all of her humor and cheer had melted away and laid bare the truth. She wasn’t oblivious to what the Green Word demanded of Atli. It was there in the downward twist of her mouth, the nervous darting of her eyes.

“Promise me you’ll take care of him?” She spoke with a sliver of her voice, her words almost lost amidst the sounds of the village waking. “Teach him well and watch over him and keep him on the right path?” “I swear on the Word. I’ll—” “Oi! Merc!” A rough voice in his ear and two thumps against his left arm that he heard more than felt tore him free of dream and memory. “Wake up! Wake up, damn you!” Locke’s eyes fluttered open. Wind stung them immediately, biting at his face and droning in his ears. Snow crunched beneath the chocobos and the wagon they pulled with frenzied desperation. He turned toward the Lalafell at his side and saw the birds’ distress mirrored on the man’s face.

“What’s going on?” “You’re sleeping and not doing your bloody job is what’s going on!” Sosonado spat. He spared a glare toward Locke but otherwise kept his eyes forward and focused on the path ahead. “Look behind us!” Locke leaned out of the wagon to look past the canvas roof. Through whipping curtains of snow, a trio of chocobos pursued them, each carrying a rider hunched low in their saddle. Though they were a fair distance back — close enough for a good shot, not nearly close enough to throw a knife, Locke judged — they’d catch up soon. One spotted Locke and raised a hand, leveling a firearm. Locke ducked back into the cover of the wagon a heartbeat before the weapon barked, hot metal spinning off into the snow. “See the problem now?” Sosonado growled. “See you steered us into trouble. Nice driving.” A second shot rang out, ripping a hole through the canvas by Locke’s left shoulder. He’d have to check later if it found its mark, but he winced like it hurt anyroad. Not that it won him any sympathy. Sosonado sunk deeper into his own seat, diminutive form hidden by wood and cargo, and snapped the reins. As if the chocobos might be holding something back. “I just followed the road that they happened to be watching.” Sosonado scowled at the birds, the snow, Locke, then back to the road. “Which, if you recall, is why I hired you. Now quit your snarking and get rid of them!”

“Mm. They’re bandits?” Locke secured his swords on his back and hip, then he checked his revolver’s chambers. Of course it was already loaded. He was on the job, and he took his job seriously, didn’t he?

Naps aside.

“Bandits, brigands, Butchers. They’re shooting at us, what difference does what they’re calling themselves make?”

“Point.” Locke stood up from his seat. He was unsteady on his feet, still shaking the last vestiges of sleep from his body and weighed down by the anchor of his left arm besides, but he turned and planted a boot on the seat anyway. “Wait at the next town.”

“Par—”

The rest of the merchant’s words were lost to the wind as Locke flung himself from the wagon and into open air.

[alicebrightstar]

Meet Vinyl Gumdrop The Rockstar

She’s the one who hosted the news about upcoming events and news about toontown and is best friends with DJ Minty Fresh (tho she doesn’t know that minty has a crush on her) she the lead guitarist and backup vocalist and everyone loves her the way she is!

(Fun fact: she use to be a mingler in a different universe, aka the project altis universe when she a singer and news reporter in the cogs world until bad things happen to that universe which made her go to the toontown corporate clash universe as a pink fox toon and after some sadness and angst she got to meet minty in a city full of monsters which lately on become best friends + idols)

[90s-shitbox]

TOM'S Corolla Turbo

The TOM'S Corolla Turbo project in 1999 was a notable effort by TOM'S Japan to bring its high-performance tuning expertise to the Southeast Asian market, particularly the Philippines. By collaborating with Kilton Motors, TOM'S aimed to enhance the Toyota Corolla Altis, a popular sedan, to compete directly with the Honda Civic SiR, which was a favorite among car enthusiasts.

Key Features and Components

Aero Kit and Turbo Unit: The project included a stylish aero kit and a bolt-on turbo unit designed to boost both appearance and performance.

Components and Fabrication: Various off-the-shelf Toyota parts, like the turbo and intercooler, were utilized to keep costs down. Custom components included a welded tubular stainless steel turbo manifold and downpipe, aluminum intercooler piping, and a 3-inch mild steel exhaust.

ECU Tuning: TOM'S used its own programmable ECU for tuning, achieving an estimated 150hp at the wheels.

Driving Experience and Performance

Test Vehicle: The test vehicle, equipped with the TOM'S kit, showcased a sporty bodykit with a hood scoop, front bumper air dam, and a tall rear wing. It also featured exclusive 15x7 alloy wheels.

Turbo Performance: The small turbo provided quick spooling and minimal lag, making the car very responsive. The engine's power delivery was strong, easily lighting up the front tires up to third gear.

Publicity Stunt: In a drag race event, the car, driven by actor and TOM'S works driver Jomari Yllana, reportedly achieved an 11+ second, 167kph run down the 1/8th mile.

Market Reception and Rarity

High Cost: The TOM'S package had a high price tag of around P160,000, in addition to the cost of the Corolla Altis, making it affordable only to a few.

Limited Sales: Despite the efforts to market the car, only a handful of body kits and four complete vehicles were sold. These vehicles are now considered rare, with some still believed to be in their original condition.

The TOM'S Corolla Turbo remains one of the fastest and most powerful Corollas ever sold by local dealers in the Philippines. While opinions on its aesthetics varied, its performance and rarity have cemented its status as a unique and notable part of automotive history in the region.

[werfenspeer]

Amiya's module was released today and it comes with a HUGE lore drop!

The King of Fiends' crown, the 'Civilight Eterna', was originally an experimental object created by the race in the Old World, which preceded all known Terran civilization. Its prototype name is 'DWDB-221E, the name of Amiya's module.

The existence of the Old World in contrast to the current 'New World' is mentioned in IS3. Civilight Eterna is a device that can record and share memories and emotions in the form of data. It was intended to record the Old World's history, and the history of their descendants.

The people of the Old World created one of Terra's two moons. DWDB-221E is one of their many projects, alongside one named 'AMa'. Kal'tsit is referred to as AMa-10 by Alty, a member of AUS and part of a Seaborn Progenitor.

The Old World people were facing an imminent crisis which is not elaborated on, but is implied to be related to outer space or the stars.

Kal'tsit's module mentions a 'will that hid the stars behind a false sky', and by her time, the Civilight Eterna is considered an incredibly ancient power. The wielder of the Civilight, the King of Fiends, is stated to be her enemy.

Kal's module also mentions some stuff about Terra's distant past: 'She had to suppress her recollections of the Teekaz, to try and not pine for the past when Originium had not yet sculpted life into its current shape, to not commemorate a possibility that had long since died."

Theresis states that the Sarkaz/Teekaz were the original inhabitants of Terra before all other Terran Ancient races arrived

The 3rd year Terra Discovered video mentioned that the Sankta were created from the Teekaz by their 'Law' and the Teekaz saw it as a betrayal

Shining elaborates that the Sarkaz Witchcraft/Sorcery comes from 'death' and not from Originium

The Confessors were trying to research the power of the King of Fiends/Civilight Eterna but have not made significant progress (makes sense since it was made by the old world)

'(The King of Fiends') knowledge and skills are as a torrential waterfall, but we still cannot find its source, nor to scoop a cup of water from it.'

[altidiya]

One PM Thing a day: Planing ahead

So, before starting I need to clarify I will be using "Alti's City" as the hashtag after thinking a lot on it because my bigger thing when doing fanfic or writting headcanons for TTRPG is "this is my version of the City"

I'm happy to discuss, talk about themes and share the reasoning behind some groups and people that will appear here. But if someone looks at this as gospel, I can only invite them to take advantage of the incredible world that Project Moon has created!

Other important things to clarify for anyone interested is:

All my headcanons and fanfics in general are after the WNDD event and the ending of LoR, assuming 5 years after the ending of LoR [My headcanon is that Limbus take place 10 years after the end of LoR, based on some discussions around Walpurgis]

Some post will name other posts, one of things I like to do when writting is that everything is connected in some form. You will not find "Corporation on their island that doesn't interact with anyone"

I'm a very unoriginal person, inspirations from history, stories, games and even jokes will appear. But I consider myself talent in using the PM paint and in building upon the works of others. All of this is fanfic after all.

I'm not a visual artist, so, I don't have any drawings about what the hell I will be talking about.

I hope you enjoy this month of headcanons and simply my sharing the multiple factions I have planned, scrap or simply assume that exist for my PM inspired TTRPG sessions.

First post should appear in like... an hour, maybe two.

[mapleflavedpepperoni]

List 5 things that make you happy, then put this in the askbox for the last 10 people who liked or reblogged something from you! Get to know your mutuals and followers ⭐️

hi maple ✨✨

Hi Couchie! Anyone who sees this and wants to fill it out themselves, feel free to! I don't bite and I think it'd be nice if I inspired you! :D

5 Things that make Maple happy

Toontown as a whole! Corporate Clash, Rewritten, Infinite, Project Altis, Online, Realms... You name it, I've probably played it or explored it in some way. I could genuinely go on a whole RAMBLE about this game, but I think my Toontown tag speaks for itself here.

2. Being able to play mom/dad friend! It makes me happy to be able to provide the love and support that others might need and/or don't hear very often. If I can make a difference, even if I never know about it, I can go about my day knowing I can help someone. And to those who know me on a more personal level, I'm extra happy to be in your life...

3. Gummy candy, especially if it's on the sour side! I love things like Trolli, Sour Patch Kids, and Jolly Ranch gummies (I was never really a fan of the hard candy)! It always hits the spot. I have a sweet tooth for other candies like Snickers, Swedish Fish, and KitKats.

4. My voice! This is probably a weird one, but let me explain. Not a lot of people can hear their own voice without, say, grimacing or getting second-hand embarrassment. From ages 10 to 18, I liked participating in my school's chorus, and in that time, I learned to appreciate my voice. I still explore my vocal range, and learning to appreciate my voice has helped with my confidence.

5. Hot chocolate! (...When it doesn't burn me, naturally.) Be it hot or cold, water or milk, with or without marshmallows, summer or winter... I love cocoa. I don't drink it all that much compared to water, but it is such a treat!

[chasing-obsession]

Arknights Lore Shit - Amiya Module Part 1

Amiya’s module dropped on CN and holy shit is it a big one with SO MANY FUCKING IMPLICATIONS. Beware for absolutely MASSIVE spoilers.

As always, everything I say is just my own personal interpretation of the text. Original source of the module can be found here: https://aceship.github.io/AN-EN-Tags/akhrchars.html?opname=Amiya

EDIT: Corrected a thing because I forgot that Terra had 2 moons.

The basic summary of the module is that a certain individual is reviewing memories. Probably watching space ships launch up into space. Then the memories come into focus, a giant metal sphere floating in space, waiting for it’s father. The viewer feels tears forming and the memories change to the birth of a child, the viewer’s child and all the feelings and emotions that come with witnesses said birth. Then the memories end and there’s a bunch of people yelling, asking the viewer what they saw. Did it work?

"Check his brain, I told you we shouldn't be in such a hurry, we've only just established a protocol channel for communication with the database! This has only just completed the first successful delivery!"

It turns out the viewer was actually witnessing someone ELSE’S memory. The memory of a planetary engineer.

"I said ...... I never actually used to like you planetary engineers very much, I thought you were doing flashy things ...... But I saw it. I saw your past, I shared your past, I felt your emotions, and it was ...... unparalleled."

The project, code named DWDB-221E, appears to be a repository of human history up to a certain point but relying on memory instead of texts and videos. I’m not sure why memory except somehow...

"We've learned enough, except that in the future, they'll never find an excuse to tinker with history."

The same group of scientists then debate on what to name it. They don’t want to keep calling it DWDB-221E, it sounds too cold. The scientist arguing for the name refers to the AMa project. There’s an argument over what to name it and one of the proposed names is “Black Crown” but ultimately, the lead suggests calling it “The Survival of Civilization."

That’s the summary.

Here’s the my theorizing:

First, we now know that whomever created Kal’tsit is also the same group of scientists who created the Black Crown. We know this because Alty calls Kal’tsit AMa-10 in HoSF OF-EX6:

Alty: AMa-10 Dr. Kal'tsit, please tell me... How were those special Ægirians born?

We also know this because of this line from Amiya’s module:

“I know there's a prescribed format for project numbers, just like AMa“

Second: So we have confirmation that one of the two moons hanging over Terra is fake. The question is why. What is it for? Is THAT what’s storing all the data and where Originium comes from? What’s with the fake sky then? Was Terra a terraformed system adapted to be more hospitable to human life and both the fake sky and the second moon were created to maintain the balance? Or something else? To hide it from whatever unknown entity lies Beyond? Are the humans fleeing from something or did they just really fuck up Earth? Is Enfield actually a prequel?

Third. I’m going to put money down that the Doctor and Priestess are both part of the original ‘humans’ that created the Black Crown and Kal’tsit. Most likely they are their descendants and the Doctor is the last survivor, having been kept in a pod and left buried after disaster struck, probably with or near the Rhodes Island Landship and then excavated at some point, where they basically they lived their life as a professor and researcher of Originium before Theresa dragged them into her war. 

Fourth. This is the big one. The Black Crown and how it relates to the Sarkaz. When discussing what the Confessarii’s arts were all about, I had once theorized that the Sarkaz Collective Memory was less some nebulous collective unconscious and more like a singular mass cloud storage where all the memories were just uploaded with maybe a random file name and no organization.

The fact that my analogy is... most likely not an analogy and ACTUALLY WHAT IS GOING ON amuses the fuck out of me. Anyway. If all this memory is uploaded, it needs to be stored and that’s a MASSIVE amount of data that needs to be stored and there’s no way Terrans wouldn’t have found artifacts unless... said data is actually stored in Originium. It’s a semi-organic material that’s capable of self-replicating and we know from Ptilopsis’s module and her first Op Rec, that it’s actually capable of storing massive amounts of data. But not only that, but the Originium as a memory storage device is linked to ancient Sarkaz legend.

From the Module:

If Originium really has the ability to store information, and we are able to decode and translate it, then Columbia's science and technology will surge forward by leaps and bounds!

I've encountered a bottleneck. Current electronic computational devices are not able to handle the enormous amount of information contained within Originium. I need a more suitable computational carrier...

From the Op Rec:

???: All of this information is consistent with our hypothesis.

???: With these data on hand, Rhine Lab's newest results now directly correlate with the ancient Sarkaz legend. I don't think this is an accident.

???: And if our hypothesis is verified, it will revolutionize everything we know about Originium.

???: People think that Originium is a source of energy, a calamity; They think it can be used as a weapon, with only narrow applications outside of that. But the truth may be something far greater.

???: If Originium really 'stores information,' just think about what that implies. From Originium, we will be able to read the story of this world, spanning hundreds or thousands of years, maybe even more...

This brings us back to the Sarkaz and the Black Crown. The Black Crown is clearly device created to interface with all this data and the Sarkaz are clearly somehow genetically “in tune” with interfacing with the Black Crown and these stored memories on a level that other races in Terra can’t. I suspect this is also what makes them more susceptible to oripathy than other races. So if the Sarkaz basically connected 24/7 to the data bank and have one-way write access and the Black Crown is the only way to easily interface with the data bank, then it’s understandable why the Lord of Fiends aka King of the Sarkaz is a title that can be passed on to pretty much anyone, because it goes with the Black Crown.

Amiya is the current wearer of the Black Crown, having inherited it from Theresa but with a caveat. Because Amiya is not Sarkaz, she appears to issues interfacing with the crown properly, thus the suppression rings created by Theresa and Kal’tsit. (You could also argue that the Crown is also Amiya’s arts unit and because of it’s unique properties to not just read but also ‘access’ memories, she’s able to use it to do things like copy Ch’en’s swordsmanship.)

Which brings us to the Confessarii and what all of this means for THEM. I once theorized that the Confessarii’s arts work by being able to access the Sarkaz Collective Memories and based on what Salus said in Chapter 11, it sounds like the Confessarii arts can bypass the Black Crown entirely and tap directly into the data bank. The issue is that it’s basically like a script kiddie who hacked into a heavily encrypted database and thus can only read fragments of the data stored. Shining and her brother’s arts are a little more advanced. From my readings, it sounds like they have more than just read access. They can download a whole snapshot. But just a snapshot, a moment in time, not the whole memory.

Only the King of Sarkaz can do that via the Black Crown. Even more interesting is that the King of Sarkaz can basically utilize their connection to the database to manipulate the memories and feelings of all the other Sarkaz. Basically it sounds they have root access and can either edit or upload specific memories to illicit specific emotional responses.

There’s a TON of implications for this. Shit like ‘what’s Nightingale’s whole deal then’? And ‘what does this mean for Kirsten’s dreams of breaking out into space?’ But also ‘WHY THE FUCK DO THE SEABORNE REMEMBER THE NIGHT SKY?!’

I’ll continue my musings in part 2.

[paceplace]

Okay but, you have to give credit to Project Altis: Repurposing the Subscribe button from Online for the April Toons event and making it the button for subscribing to their YouTube channel was a clever way of utilizing an otherwise obsolete asset.

oh i wasnt around altis era so i never knew they did that lmao

still pretty clever though

[sephiramy]

I appreciate all of you being welcoming of all the Alti artwork, sometimes I am like “I really draw them too much, I should draw literally anything else” but I’m enjoying just following my inspirations right now and trying to be chill about it!

that being said, I do have some fun goblin character stuff I gotta get into for a personal comic project sometime (I miss doing comics)... this seems like a good place to share that, eventually

[midnightprelude]

Major Arcana: Priestess

Written by @oftachancer and I for the @30daysofdorian event!

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CW: conversion therapy (aftermath); successful blood magic ritual; recovering from trauma

“Here you are!” The woman had bright green eyes. Not the poppy-reddened wonders Rilienus had, but the same deep green. The same dark hair curling at her temples. Auna Maecilia held out her hands to him, gauzy yellow robes flowing behind her as she crossed deep red stones to him. “Come and let me look at you.” She took Dorian’s face in her hands and turned him to each side. “You’ll do. You’re going to overheat. Come and change and I’ll get you something to drink. How do you feel about chilis and lime?”

“I feel very well about them, thank you.” Dorian smiled, wondering whether Rilienus’ carriage had been delayed. The house they crossed towards was modest by the extravagant standards of the Alti, but the Maecilia orchards stretched out as far as the eyes could see. “It’s a pleasure to finally meet you, my lady. I’ve heard nothing but praise for you from your son.”

“Nothing at all? What dull conversations those must be.” She tucked his arm through her own. “A little bird told me that you were asking my husband permission for something.”

“Chatty little bird,” Dorian mumbled, accepting her arm gratefully. Warm and welcoming, where his own mother had never been anything but cold. Dorian was Aquinea Pavus’ duty, where Rilienus was Auna Maecilia’s joy. “Yes, I had hoped to speak with you both before he arrived. Do you happen to have an update on his schedule?”

“I do indeed. I have tasked him and Marius with a great many little errands. As many as I could think of, really. I wanted you to myself. I imagine they will do their best, although I’m not sure where they will find the yellow peacock feathers. We shall see.” She led him through an open arched door. “You’re about the size of my son, I think. We have a rule about not bringing the Senate into the orchards, so-“ Auna stopped by a door detailed with runes and carvings. “Why don’t you change into something less stifling of his while I make drinks and we’ll take a walk.”

Devious woman, he thought, even as he let himself into the room. Medals from Carastes hung on the walls beside wood and metal carvings and a variety of half-finished projects. A worn stuffed snake missing one eye was coiled beside the pillows on the bed. Books and scrolls arranged neatly on every shelf  and cluttering the desk by the window. A harp tucked into a corner. Rilienus’ childhood room. 

He touched the outstretched arm of a male figurine in the middle of an acrobatic leap, suspended over a trio of crystals. He found a basket full of fabric scraps and rolls of thread in the bottom of the wardrobe. He knew the sewing baskets well. They tended to appear anywhere Rilienus spent more than a few days. He thumbed the tawny velvet that looked like leather from some angles and learned that this had been where Rilienus had made his robes for their picnic in the sunflower field, though the man had studiously and vigorously complained about the riding portion of the journey and insisted on a coach for the ride back to the city. 

Dorian pulled a draped green chiton from the wardrobe and turned just as he heard footsteps returning down the hall. Auna held out a glass to him, damp with cool condensation. 

“…the snake?” he asked, taking it. 

“He insisted he wanted a cobra the year before he went to Carastes, so I taught him to make one himself.” Auna gazed affectionately at the messy stitching and worn cloth, patches meant to look like scales. “A fair warning to you. It seems as though Plini will be asking for a swan sometime soon. Perhaps he can make his own. Swans are beastly creatures. Now the little rabbit that Isobel is pining for? That, you might wish to consider. Rilly does abhor things out of place, but you’ll need to get used to that with children anyway. They do what they do. Come along.”

Children-

Dorian followed her down the hallway, breathing in the scent of ripe plums. 

Rilienus was a father. They both were. Images of the twins’ tiny feet flooded back to him. The orphaned twins Rilienus had rescued in Marothius, grown from wailing, undersized toddlers to healthy, chattering children. 

His children. His husband. His family. How had they been so tightly hidden from him?

“We had a flock of peacocks,” Dorian hurried to catch up with her, having stopped in his tracks. “Terrible things. I’d rather he ask for a reptile; I’ve never had any problems with serpents.”

“No? Remind me to tell you about Marius’ miniature crocodile and the way it ate Rilly’s favorite blanket when he was a babe. Poor thing wailed for three days. The crocodile was very gassy.” She tucked his arm through her own again as they stepped out into the baking sun, walking across moss towards the shade of the fruit trees. “I’m glad we are in agreement about the bird. You have my full support in denying my son and yours any sort of feathered menace. He tried to convince your father and I that geese were better guards than mabari. The wretch. When were you thinking of the ceremony?”

Dorian lifted his brows. “How long have you known?”

Auna smiled up at him beatifically. “Oh, darling, I’ve known my son was in love with you for years. Half his letters from Rivain were asking his father to check in on you. Gracious. And if he loved you like that, I really couldn’t imagine you were all that far behind.” She touched his cheek. “It is nice to finally have you both home.”

Home. Home among the flowering trees and winding vineyards. His husband and his children’s favorite place in the world. It was nice to be there, with them, speaking of things he’d always thought impossible to say aloud. “In the fall,” Dorian murmured, ducking his head. “Here. At sunset, when the leaves have changed shade to match.”

Auna cooed quietly, patting his shoulder. “You know my son very well. Of course. Whatever the two of you like. How- Oh, I suppose you’ll want to ask your question. Come on then so we can get on to the fun things. Marius and I are of the same mind anyway.”

“-now?” Dorian balked slightly.

“Mmhmm.” She was serene, her round cheeks lifted in an expectant smile. “We don’t have all day. Maecilia men are very good problem solvers.”

That he knew well enough. Dorian exhaled, collecting himself, trying to recall the words he’d practiced, but finding them insufficient. “I wished to ask for your blessing. I know ours is a highly unconventional union, but I’d like to make my promises to him under the Maker’s light. I believe we’ve both had quite enough lurking in the shadows.”

“And you will take the twins as your own.” Auna tilted her head making the statement a question.

“If they would have me, yes. They would be ours.”

“And more?” she wondered quietly. “Or will that be all?”

“They will be named as my heirs, should I be given my father’s seat and titles.”

“Hm.” Rilienus’ mother studied him, warmth in her eyes. “And you love my son?”

“More than I ever knew to hope for,” Dorian whispered. “For almost as long as I’ve known him.”

“Well.” She sighed with a little bob of her head. “Who knew I’d be having another son, and me a grandmother already!” She winked, pinching Dorian’s cheek gently. “Please marry the boy. He’s obscenely in love with you. Now. Let’s pick some cherries.”

[teecupangel]

If you haven't read it, may I present my longest oneshot (50k) AltDes fic where Altaïr gets reborn as Desmond Miles' childhood friend and screws up the modern-day plot.

Snippets below:

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He recovered his memories on March 13, 1987. It had been a boring day just like every other day. Sister Louisa had given him a picture book she thought he would like and he had been looking at the pretty pictures of a prince fighting a dragon to save the sleeping princess when the memories of his past life pierced his mind. When he remembered the day his father was executed, he lost consciousness and dropped the picture book in his hands before falling to the carpeted floor with a muffled thud.

He spent the next three days remembering all ninety-two years’ worth of memories while suffering from a high fever.

He was three years old when he remembered his past life as Altaïr Ibn-La'Ahad.

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“It’s alright, Desmond. We don’t need them.” Altaïr whispered to the crying boy, “We have each other. That’s all that matters.”

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“It’s okay, Alty.” Desmond’s small hand patted his back. He tightened his embrace on the older boy and rested his head on Altaïr’s shoulder as he whispered, “Everything's gonna be okay. You’re gonna be okay.”

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Altaïr turned his head to face him as he asked, “And if I don’t want to become the mentor?”

“It was never about what you want, Altherr.” William stated without any warmth in his voice, only the cold hard truth, “You have what it takes to be the mentor so you must become the mentor. This is your responsibility as someone with the skills and the knowledge. This is your birthright as a descendant of the Ibn-La'Ahads and the Dorians.”

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“I am done following your orders blindly, old man!” Altaïr cut him off and, for just one brief moment, he was back in the mentor’s library once more, staring at the disappointed eyes of Al Mualim. It was gone almost immediately and Altaïr took a step back as he tried to regain his composure. He took a deep breath before growling at William, “I am not yours to command, William Miles.”

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[lunamagicablu]

Un Old Soul Starseed (o Starseed ‘Anima Antica’) ha già sperimentato di solito centinaia di vite sulla Terra, cominciate ai tempi dell’origine dell’umanità e a volte addirittura fin dalle origini del pianeta. Sono i Guardiani della Terra ed hanno un contatto diretto con Sirio, che è il guardiano spirituale del pianeta e dell’umanità. La loro Life Mission è legata all’evoluzione a lungo termine di tutti gli esseri ed è per il completamento di questo lungimirante e grande progetto che si sono incarnati volontariamente così tante volte. La storia li ha conosciuti nei ruoli di maestri spirituali, insegnanti, sciamani, profeti, operatori di luce (specialmente nei luoghi sacri), guardiani del Tempio, guaritori, re e regine, e alti ministri del culto. Detengono la saggezza e l’antica conoscenza spirituale così come è stata utilizzata sulla Terra per millenni: ciò include astronomia, astrologia, rune, numerologia, alcune modalità di guarigione, lightwork e cerimonie spirituali. Per molti di essi, cioè per coloro che sono riusciti a completare il loro ciclo di vite terrestri e tutti i progetti annessi e previsti per questo ciclo planetario di evoluzione, questa sarà l’ultima vita come essere umano. Questi Starseed sono molto abili nel padroneggiare l’equilibrio fra il radicamento alla materia e lo slancio spirituale. Ciò è dovuto all’allineamento con le loro origini extraterrestri che non si è mai attenuato nonostante le moltissime incarnazioni.

by Arn Allingham

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An Old Soul Starseed (or Starseed 'Old Soul') has usually already experienced hundreds of lives on Earth, beginning at the time of humanity's origin and sometimes even as far back as the planet's origins. They are the Guardians of the Earth and have direct contact with Sirius, which is the spiritual guardian of the planet and of humanity. Their Life Mission is related to the long-term evolution of all beings and it is for the completion of this far-sighted and grand project that they have voluntarily incarnated so many times. History has known them in the roles of spiritual teachers, teachers, shamans, prophets, light workers (especially in sacred places), Temple guardians, healers, kings and queens, and high ministers of religion. They hold wisdom and ancient spiritual knowledge as it has been used on Earth for millennia: this includes astronomy, astrology, runes, numerology, some healing modalities, lightwork, and spiritual ceremonies. For many of them, that is, for those who have managed to complete their cycle of terrestrial lives and all the related projects foreseen for this planetary cycle of evolution, this will be the last life as a human being. These Starseeds are very adept at mastering the balance between grounding in matter and spiritual momentum. This is due to the alignment with their extraterrestrial origins which has never diminished despite the very many incarnations.

by Arn Allingham

[cosmosrival]

are u gonna make nuggets (ocs) for lcorp at some point 😳

im just gonna port my 3 blorbos (altie venus and sirius) to project moon ive been told that i should play ruina before i do it bc they'd fit better so we will see 😳😳😳😳

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“Levò la maglia lanciandola a terra assieme a tutti gli altri indumenti, di cui si sarebbe preoccupato in seguito, e solo in quel momento, nel riaprire gli occhi dopo averla fatta passare su dal collo, si accorse di essere così esausto da non aver nemmeno badato ad accendere la luce. Scocciato, privato di qualsiasi tipo di delicatezza, colpì il tasto sul muro, prontamente sbuffò stropicciandosi le palpebre cercando adattare il più presto possibile la vista e dopo si girò indietro.

Non l'avesse mai fatto.

Rimase immobile, colto alla sprovvista dal proprio riflesso allo specchio, la bocca asciutta e la gola secca, perso ad osservare la pelle pallida arrossata sulle spalle ossute, sui gomiti graffiata ruvidamente dall'asfalto, violacea per le botte prese sulle braccia magre, il ventre piatto, vuoto ed il torso asciutto, marcato al costato e al trapezio, si alzava ed abbassava con ritmo lento quasi alienante. (...)

Le iridi scure incontrarono le gemelle, ebbero difficoltà a distinguere le iridi dalle pupille e si fissarono vicendevolmente alla ricerca di un nonnulla fino a quando non sviarono sulla figura ombrosa e sconfinata alle sue spalle, proiettata macabramente sulle anonime mattonelle del muro. Quel nodo alla gola che l'aveva ammutolito trovò l'appoggio di una decina di affusolate dita di pece, che ansiosamente si avvolsero attorno al suo collo ed incominciarono a premere sulla carotide, a stringere sempre di più, negandogli il respirare.

Come un micio di malaventura, spaurito balzò girandosi nella sua direzione, la schiena inarcata in avanti venne delineata vertebra dopo vertebra, al posto degli artigli due pugni alti al petto, ma lo stesso identico e patetico sguardo terrorizzato da un pericolo inesistente.

Si era visto ridicolo, allo specchio.

Aveva soffiato contro niente meno che la sua stessa ombra.”

[guyclement]

URBEX Guy Clément FRANCE | DREUX | LE SANATORIUM DE DREUX VIDEO - N'hésites pas à t'abonner à ma chaîne et activer les notifications 🔔pour être informé de mes prochaines explorations et découvertes! Feel free to subscribe my channel and activate notifications 🔔to be aware about my next explorations and discoveries! Le sanatorium est dessiné par les architectes Georges Beauniée et André Sarrut, entre 1928 et 1932. Dans les années 50 il commence à devenir hors temps puis sera fermé en 1990. Dans les années 50 sert il est transformé en maison de retraite puis d'institut médico-pédagogique de 1962 à 1980. Jusqu'à la fin des années 1980, il servait, a priori, à accueillir des patients souffrant de maladies rares. En 1990, il est racheté par la Ville de Dreux. "En juin 2016, un jeune homme de 19 ans fait une chute mortelle dans l'un des bâtiments les plus hauts du sanatorium. Après une marche blanche, la mairie annonce des mesures d'urgence afin d'empêcher l'accès au site. Depuis 2021, des murs en tôle entourent l'ensemble du site". Un projet de réhabilitation avec un budget de 100 millions d’euros d’investissement devrait accueillir des appartements familiaux, un hôtel, un restaurant, spa etc. A priori les travaux ont commencé. The sanatorium was designed by architects Georges Beauniée and André Sarrut, between 1928 and 1932. In the 50s it began to become out of time and was closed in 1990. In the 1950s it served as a retirement home and then as a medical-educational institute from 1962 to 1980. Until the late 1980s, it was used, a priori, to welcome patients suffering from rare diseases. In 1990, it was bought by the City of Dreux. "In June 2016, a 19-year-old falls to death in one of the sanatorium’s tallest buildings. After a white march, the town hall announces emergency measures to prevent access to the site. Since 2021, sheet metal walls have surrounded the entire site". A rehabilitation project with a budget of 100 million euros of investment should accommodate family apartments, a hotel, a restaurant, spa etc. A priori work has begun. Il sanatorio è stato progettato dagli architetti Georges Beauniée e André Sarrut, tra il 1928 e il 1932. Negli anni '50 inizia a diventare fuori tempo e poi sarà chiuso nel 1990. Negli anni '50 fu trasformato in casa di riposo e poi in istituto medico-pedagogico dal 1962 al 1980. Fino alla fine degli anni '80, veniva utilizzato a priori per accogliere pazienti affetti da malattie rare. Nel 1990 fu acquistato dalla città di Dreux. "Nel giugno 2016, un ragazzo di 19 anni cade a terra in uno degli edifici più alti del sanatorio. Dopo una marcia bianca, il municipio annuncia misure di emergenza per impedire l'accesso al sito. Dal 2021, pareti di lamiera circondano l'intero sito". Un progetto di riabilitazione con un budget di investimento di 100 milioni di euro dovrebbe ospitare appartamenti familiari, hotel, ristorante, spa ecc. A priori i lavori sono iniziati. El sanatorio fue diseñado por los arquitectos Georges Beauniée y André Sarrut, entre 1928 y 1932. En los años 50 comienza a ser fuera de tiempo y luego se cerrará en 1990. En los años 50 fue transformado en residencia de ancianos y luego en instituto médico-pedagógico de 1962 a 1980. Hasta finales de los años ochenta se utilizaba, a priori, para acoger a pacientes que sufrían enfermedades raras. En 1990 fue adquirido por la Ciudad de Dreux. "En junio de 2016, un joven de 19 años cae muerto en uno de los edificios más altos del sanatorio. Después de una marcha blanca, el ayuntamiento anunció medidas de emergencia para impedir el acceso al sitio. Desde 2021, muros de chapa rodean todo el sitio". Un proyecto de rehabilitación con un presupuesto de inversión de 100 millones de euros debería acoger apartamentos familiares, un hotel, un restaurante, un spa, etc. A priori las obras han comenzado. Retrouvez-moi sur les réseaux / Follow me for daily content: 👍 Facebook: Urbex Guy Clement  https://www.facebook.com/profile.php?... 👉 Youtube  URBEX Guy Clément  https://www.youtube.com/channel/UCNhQ... 📸 Instagram: @abandoned.urbex.world  https://www.instagram.com/abandoned.u... 🎵TikTok: @urbexguyclement https://www.tiktok.com/@urbexguycleme... 🐦Twitter: @GuyPellegrin https://twitter.com/GuyPellegrin #abandoned #lostplace #urbex