#solary-cycle

[anglerflsh]

for the statecraft/political thing, im trying to figure out the semantics of a government with shapeshifters in it, they naturally have lots of different body types but also odd disabilities that need to be accounted for like inability to shift/fly/magic illnesses etc. As far as i have its just that most of the power is with the citizens but they do have a figurehead ruler that tries to deal with other systemic conflicts imbalances and issues with immigration (as little as there is bc you need magic to get in), asylum, and healthare stuff. Theyre kinda smaller scale than usual after a big war made a lot of lives lost and scattered and theres someone that is supposed to be the rulers right hand specifically so if the ruler is unfair they can be killed and selection begins again. Most of the city is laid out around a round central square and is roundly shaped in general but im thinking that other nearby towns would be shaped differently based on the occupants veiws and magic abilities. This particular city is mainly focused on community, but still has poorer sections where people are less magically inclined and those sections tend to fall into disrepair. If you got snything at all, critique or addittion, city plans or politics, its much appreciated and i hope you have fun!!

Alright!! It seems like you're dealing with an elective monarchy that is coadivated with some sort of public assembly or council. This is a mixed type of Government, and it's a nice one. I'll leave some consideration and some questions that you could consider to further the system under the cut ^^

The ruler has power only over a specific set of issues - all of which from what you've said seem to me to fall into Domestic/Internal Social Politics. And I'm assuming all that the ruler does not decide is then handed to the citizens, again, from what you've said. I'd say to narrow down what exactly is competence of the monarch and what is of the democracy - does the ruler choose on wars, do they rule the army, or are those decisions of politica estera left to the democracy?

The ruler isn't in a hereditary position! Fascinating. This combined with the specificity of their duties would make me think that this role would ideally be taken by someone who's specialised in the field… you could either make this position elective, with candidates coming either from the general public or some sort of nobility group (families with a lot of wealth and power, of that have had a lot of governmental roles in the past, that sort of thing), or you could make it selective and make it be chosen by some sort of group - Depends on how democratic you'd like to make this: before hereditary positions were the norm, kings were chosen by the upper class from the upper class, so you could go with a similar set-up.

Is the right-hand able to take any decisions, or are they only there to act as a check? Are they also elected, and if so, is it in the same way as the king? Does the right-hand change after the king is killed, or does it stay the same person? It reminded me a bit of the consul system in Rome, so maybe looking into that might help.

If every other decision is taking by the citizens, you do have to figure out how exactly that happens, too Is there a popular assembly of every single citizen voting and debating and proposing decisions? That works in small settlements, but you seem to be working with a multi-city state. There are a couple of ways to go about it, I can suggest either to divide the territory in electoral colleges - by geography, by class, by census… anything, really - and have voting happen per-college to reach a final consensus (like the roman republic did with centurie/curie/tribù), or to have each place elect a rappresentative that can then go to some other collegial organ where the decisions happen.

Are there smaller decisional organs, like city councils, to decide on smaller matters that only pertain to a certain place? Can anyone propose something to decide on, or just some group/s? Does your country have a legal system? If so, are there laws that only the ruler can make, or are they within the realms of the democratic system? What's the justice system like? Is the ruler also the highest judge, like in medieval monarchies, or is that system completely different?

Who is in charge of the execution of the decisions? Is there a burocratic system of government workers?

Are there associations of traders in the same field who decide the inner regulations of that type of work (think le Arti in italian medieval times) or is that left to the government? If so, to which half of it?

This system sounds really cool! Hope all my questions can help you figure it out a bit more, remember that if you're writing a story you don't need to have all this figured out! Just the parts that matter for the story to make logical sense. Like, if you never touch on commerce or on the justice system you can leave that out completely. !! thanks for letting me play in this space I'd suggest you to look up the two or so different irl systems I mentioned for inspiration

[dyemelikeasunset]

Me and Bee have been revisiting our middle school Angel/Demon baby goth phases, and I decided to redesign an old, old character into this amazon babe. Please meet Azar Cyrus, the Demon King 🥴

I don't even know what I'm gonna do with her, but here she is and I love her

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[cakesdown]

I would like to know more about your protagonist! Do you have pictures, a bio?? (Sry if it's too many questions, this sound like a book I'd get really into)(I have already thought of another question)

pLEASE dont apologize these questions are rly motivating me to work on it more!!! im actually writing chapter 3 rn lol

BUT. my protag's name is paz! i'd link a toyhouse or smthn but the info on it is pretty outdated (Shes an older oc who recently got a fresh coat of paint so to speak) so i'll have to round back to that another day when i have the time to update it.

in the meantime: paz is a ghost! she died at 18 and has been dead for 2-3 years (she lost count) and she currently lives inside of a life sim MMO called H0M3. she's known by regulars as a hacker due to her ability to break past the boundaries of the game maps and because she has no username.

she looks like this!

(link to picrew in image)

while she's pretty extroverted and eager to crack a dry joke or show off to players, if she slows down for too long she'll start getting pretty down in the dumps over the whole "being a ghost" thing. so she relies on distractions as well as her friendship with her bff oliver to help balance her out a bit!

[gaal-dornick]

whenever i read a book that ends up being disappointing i fight the urge to go back and read again something i know it’s good bc if i keep doing that i’ll never make a dent in the pile of books i wanna read. gotta keep in mind at least some there will be good

[valleyfthdolls]

i actually... don't know the plot of 06 either. I've only watched bits and pieces of the fandub and read about the characters on the wiki here and there

[milksuu]

❝ 𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐆𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄 ❞ ─── ☾⏺☽

pairing: yandere!aphelios x solari!priestess!reader (LoL)

warning: non/con, fem!reader, possessive/obsessive behavior, mentions of blood/violence, religious/fanatical behavior, unhealthy coping mechanisms, minor drug use, implied kidnapping, implied forced relationship, semi-public sex, unbalanced power dynamic, runeterra au

notes: sorry besties, he's a 10 but he's bat shit insane. (so an 11) also any mention of 'her' is the moon goddess, not alune. (we're leaving that sweet summer child out of this.) and for those who aren't aware, phel can speak when not under the influence of noctum, but unable to communicate with alune, which is uh...great in this case. (also not me wanting to write a second part like how why help?)

You never thought you’d stare into the pale visage of the Lunari man the village whispered about.

The one with a vacant face but deadly occupation. Your naïve belief in your own safe keeping was nothing more than an illusion. The sun always faded below the misted cliffs, only for the moon to take its place above the mountain’s highest peak. An endless cycle of hierarchical dominance that rinsed itself in blood and repeated in constant turmoil. Tonight would be no different.

“Don’t come any closer.”

A failed attempt to embolden your voice beyond a meek plea. You stiffened at the thunderous closing of the temple door. A clambering echo vibrated through the marble floor and pillars, past the rows of worship, up to where you stood at the crest of the ceremonial altar. The remaining resonance rattled and sang up your spine, shaking the candle light pinched between your fingertips. 

The figure sauntered forward, stepping into the drapes of moonshine filtering from the glass atrium above. Before you stood a deadly beauty; a handsome face rapt with enticing secrets. With a painted crescent that mocked your own solar marking of gold. His lips were a perfect horizontal line, and it was difficult to imagine the ability they possessed beyond lethal silence. His hallowed expression screamed danger—but there was no running away—not when the black abyss of his eyes invited you to stay.

 Not as a guest, but as his permanent resident.

“I’m warning you. Take one more step, and I’ll scream. The guards will come and they won’t hesitate to kill you—”

Your voice went taut inside your throat. Your breath sewn shut against your lungs. The weapon he carried listless at his side drenched itself in various hues of red. Fresh enough to steam in wisps around the sharpest point of the blade.

He stalked forward. The clack of his predetermined steps quickening the pace of your heart. When he stood at arms length, you felt the coldest touch of night. The veins layered beneath your skin pounded, flooding every inch of you with mortal dread. It was sickening to think the flush of your flesh would only make the spill of it all the better. The ‘Weapon of The Faithful’—titled by his own blasphemous people—spoke true. His name…you wished you could cleanse it from existence.

“Aphelios.” You damned the name like a plague upon all of Mount Targon. “Murderer. Blight. Heretic!” 

You jabbed and swung your candlelight in a pitiful attempt to create distance. His free hand quipped against it, sending it clambering to the ground, banishing the flame to the surrounding night. Creating a hazier veil of darkness where there was only one true light—his moon.

Out of sheer disdain, you attempted to slap his face in recoil. His unarmed hand caught you by the wrist, remaining still as you struggled to free yourself from his trained grasp. With force, he pried your hand open, palm exposed. He brought the skin of it to his stiff lips. Unmoving, he lingered there. His lashes fluttered closed; taking a moment of peace, a moment of prayer. 

A moment for sanctum. 

His eyes then winged opened, boring into you, through you. Body, bone and soul. And all you could do was tremble within them. Sinking without escape into those black depths of…nothing. 

In one swift motion, he brought the blade upwards, slicing through the thin linen of your garments. In a precise vertical line, your gown split into two equal halves. The insignificant barrier between you and him slipped to the ground, splaying like rags at your feet. Your head pounded for you to scream, but your own voice felt lost to you. Knowing it was all meaningless. 

No one would hear you. 

No one would save you.

Weakened by the surmounting despair of it all, if he hadn’t already had a hold on you, your legs would have given to the earth.

“No—“ you choked out, eyes brimming with tears. It must’ve looked pathetic; the way you placed your only free arm across your exposed breasts. As if any decorum of modesty would spare you. “Please—just kill me. Do nothing else but that. I beg of you.”

Your final sob for mercy reached ears that may as well have been carved of stone. He stalked closer, forcing your lower back to meet the mantled altar behind you. He’d sheathed his weapon, and took both of your hands within one tight grasp, in case you had half a mind to oppose him. You dipped your chin, heaving through a prayer with mournful hics and sniffled utterances. His advancing weight forced your trembling legs to part, and slotting himself between, created a space where your faith could never exist. 

You didn’t want to look at him, or rather, you couldn’t. Tears scorched your vision and seared down the round of your cheeks. You flinched when he took your chin, raising your blurry gaze to meet his. In those darkest of pools, something gave. An insignificant speck of light gleaming into a faint existence. His lips moved, but there was no sound. Instead, you traced the words from the bow of his mouth.

‘Forgive me.’

Your heart clenched. Diluted blood spiked with fear drowned your consciousness. It left no room for thoughts to linger; whether or not you imagined even an ounce of sympathy reflected in those sedated eyes. Whether or not you imagined he said anything at all. 

The entire world scattered away when he brought your face closer, and kissed away the tears staining the corners of your eyes. You fought to pull away, but he held firm, both your chin and hands locked in the cage of his fingers. From your cheeks, he skimmed his ghostly lips to your mouth. He muffled your protestive moans by filling up your mouth with all of his tongue. 

He gave you the salt taste of your own tears. That, and the taste of something else. A saccharine flavor with notes of floral and bitter earth. 

A reaction flourished; a slight tingle of your lips at first. It made his tongue feel hotter against yours, as parts of your upper mouth went numb. A stream of lukewarm paralysis seeped past your soft palate, filling every nook and cranny of your mindscape. Yet, the secondary symptoms didn’t stop there. An opposite wave traversed down your throat to your stomach, spilling fire throughout every layer of nerves. You clenched your lashes tight, shuddering a gasp into his open mouth.

When the pain settled into a dull simmer, you wondered briefly, had he felt it too? Had he consumed such a substance by choice? If that was a taste, what pain did he endure if he drank it like an offering of wine?

You didn’t want to imagine the terrible effects it might’ve had on his person. Not if it gave you even a single drop of sympathy. It was revolting enough his saliva was poisoning your pure sense of self. The fog of it sullying your inhibitions, stripping away your layers of moral preservation. To the absolute vitriolic parts of yourself, it made you consider…

What would it be like to be touched?

It was too sick and cruel of a thing to do to you. Since birth, you’d devoted your body and soul to your divine Goddess; The Golden Sister. You wanted to be disgusted by allowing the gift of yourself to become tainted by some awful man. No—he was worse than that. Or any word you could craft and cut the corners of your mouth with. He was, by biblical history, a Lunari man born from the cataclysmic eclipse of two moons. A day that marked the day of reckoning of the Solari faith and your people.

Your clouded senses and busied mouth made you unaware that his hand left your face to trail the mounds and curves of your body. A light touch drifting to your inner thighs. You jolted when a finger graced the sensitive hood of your exposed clit. Your thighs squirmed at his side as you attempted to jerk your knees. It did nothing and stirred nothing from him. Except bolster his conviction, tempting a finger lower, teasing your folds already glistening.

Although light-headed, you ripped your mouth away and nipped at his lip. It sprang forth droplets of blood, enough to taste his iron on your tongue. A trivial satisfaction. 

“May you burn at dawn,” you condemned and spat at his lips.

Unflinching, he withdrew his hand and brushed over the blood mark you left. Sweeping it across his bottom lip, along with your saliva, he rolled the consistency between his fingers in private contemplation. Before he looked you dead in the eyes and stuck his fingers inside his mouth. Sucking and licking till his fingers dripped. Watching sent a lightning strike coiling down your spine.

He loomed his weight forward until your back met the altar mantle. With your palms pinned above your head, and legs coaxed wider. His coated hand repositioned down to your entrance, and you writhed with any strength your body could lend. His hold wrapped around your wrists squeezed, gentle in its reprimand. He leaned down to brush his face at the side of your cheek.

“Please…for your own sake.” 

Your eyes widened at his frayed whispers stringing together. Breathing life into what seemed like an empty shell of a person. The frigid space between his mouth and your ear kindling with the slightest bit of warmth. It was what you feared the most. Forced to accept he was every bit human, with a horrid courtesy to use polite words and a pleasant, sickening tone. More insult to your injury. You wished he hadn’t spoken at all. Letting you believe in your mind that he was more aberration or phantom. Or anything else that carried not a single hint of a beating heart.

“I don’t want to hurt you…not anyone, really.” Again, comforting yet noxious. And it made whatever was inside you throb so terribly. As if he could sense it, he reached for it. His salivated finger split through your folds, sliding into the heat of your cunt. It elicited a drawn out whimper as you felt the sensual brush of it against a bed of tingling nerves. Gradually revealing a hidden desire you hadn’t wanted to gratify him with.

“But you…and your people…need to accept what can’t be denied any longer.” He punctuated his words with each thrust of his finger as it curved into that crescent shape you despised so much. Yet, you couldn’t deny the way it made your most feminine parts unravel at the seams. ”No matter how high your sun rises, my heavenly moon will always eclipse it. And fill the sun with Her beauty for all to see.“

A hitched whine fluttered past your lips as he easily slipped a second finger. While the heel of his palm pressed in circles, spreading your arousal and stimulating your plumping clit. Your cunt unashamedly sucked on his long fingers, encouraging him to mold and form you into what he needed you to be—a conduit for the undying affections of his faith.

“You might not see it, but the divine path has been shown to me. The one that’s led me to you. You can feel it at least, can’t you?” He flexed his digits and plunged a third finger. Deeper than the last, fuller than before. Your hips rolled forward on their own accord, craving every bit of attention from his touch.

With deliverance, you answered the question with a wail and arch of your back. Your whole body washed its nerves in a blinding heat. His fingers curled and flexed at your hungry walls clenching around him. It pushed a gush of sticky fluid from your twitching hole into his circling palm. Coming down from the spasms, you sobbed at the humiliating response of your body. 

“So you do feel it.” There was a hidden sentiment of relief in his otherwise placid delivery. As if he’d purged the last blot of doubt that restrained him. You swallowed a mouthful of whines as his probing fingers continued undulating inside you. “Your body…it’s begging to devour me in all its warmth. And mine, yearning to take all your bright stars and bathe you by moon glow alone. Wanting us—and only us—to become one.” 

Without warning, he emptied you of his fingers, a filthy squelch following with it. You sucked in a gasp at the crippling cold he left you with. But he wouldn’t abandon you for long. Shifting in the dark haze above you, he unsheathed his length from his garments and pressed himself against your sopping cunt. He dragged his fullness against your swollen and slicked folds. He wasn’t even inside you, yet you felt an agonizing cramp fisting in your stomach. 

“By Her orders, by Her design…” he spoke through tight whispers, strained by his own anticipation. Pressing his full weight down, he hovered mere inches above you, panting bouts of aroused breaths against your lips. “Let us Converge.”

You squirmed and bucked underneath him. “Nn…not with you…anyone but—!”

You broke off into a high-pitched cry as he stretched you open, filling you up till he bottomed out, and pressed up to the hilt of his hips. He silenced both of your newly coupled hymns with his mouth, and each lap of his tongue matched the tempo of his generous thrusts. The sharp, intrusive pinch died as quickly as it came—the insignificant remnants of toxin dulling bits and pieces of certain pain receptive nerves. A gift, perhaps, in this instance. He had also prepped you well enough to accept all of his adoration, as intended. Another gift, as someone of his ‘giving’ nature may phrase it.

Pulling away slowly, the tip of his head rubbed graciously against every ridge of your swelling walls, before languidly pushing back, going past where you seemed to end. Beyond your farthest points you hadn’t thought existed. Pressing and rubbing all your soft spots and cervix with careful deliberation.

Then again, and again, and again.

“Can you feel it…my devotion…” he groaned into your open-mouthed kisses, continuing to work himself inside you. You weren’t even sure if he was speaking to you, or through you to his false Goddess. 

His free hand found the round flesh of your breast, rolling your budded nipple delicately between the pad of his thumb and index. The other hand, squeezing at your captured wrists, but never tight enough to bruise. He had you lulling in a spellbinding rhythm underneath him, your hands fastened above your head, and hair spilling over the opposite side of the altar. When his mouth left your full lips, he possessed the nape of your neck, sucking the delicate skin above your life line. Your mewls, laced with the chasteless sounds of his base squelching at your entrance, leapt your pulse to an unreturnable pace.

“So warm,” he moaned low, staving off a growing need to revel in his own whines of ecstasy. “This pure sunlight of yours…I’m blessed to be the one who takes it. And you should be too. What an honor it is to be of service to my moon.”

You wanted to hate everything about it. The way he kissed you, the way he moved inside you—but you couldn’t. Every stiff and engorged part of him pressed almost lovingly against your most vulnerable parts; but that wasn’t the proper word for it. His affectionate caresses were zealous in origin. Not even for you. And boderlined a hedonistic doctrine you couldn’t describe. It would’ve been better if he were a man of barbaric qualities; rough and brutal. Not purposeful and diligent and—dared you admit it—tender. If he were the former, then your disgust could be justified, and your body would refuse him in its own rightful way. But it defied you, the lecherous thing. Insisting you melted beneath him and reduce to nothing but a drenched mess. Completely at the mercy of this Lunari man’s act of worship.

“Are you finally realizing it now? How generous my Goddess is compared to yours.” He abandoned the curve of your throat. Within the flush of his face, his eyes were suppled in absolute vindication at your shameless image. “How willing you are to accept me—to accept Her.”   

“N-No…I’m…not…I won’t,” you pried your tongue for words.

He drawled out a quivering whine from your mouth. His body picking up to an impassioned pace, rutting into your sweltering heat. Tethering on his own abandoned pleasure. Your legs pushed themselves wider, opening yourself up more for him, drawing him deeper to pound against the tender knot growing in your belly. 

Choked moans tightened in his throat. Your radiance gripped him with conviction, burning him so divinely from tip to base. Dragging him closer to your complete consummation. His fingers caught the contour of your face, tilting your head back. Your already swimming eyes rolled to follow, and watered at the sight of your Solari Goddess. Carved out from the temple wall, her sacred marbled gaze met your disgraceful expressions. 

“That’s…hn…alright. You can lie to me. I’ll—we’ll always forgive you. But can you say the same for your deity? As she watches her little sunlight being pleasured by the moon’s devoted weapon. I—ha…doubt it very much.” An airy laugh cut through his thick moans intertwined with yours. He continued, inhaling and exhaling his words, raspy and down right broken. “It’s—almost our time…as reverence…your insides…with all of my…”

You couldn’t refuse the vile implication of his words. Not when his thickened, throbbing cock lapped achingly against your muddled core. Your blood boiled, draining out from your collapsing bodily veins to well up inside your stomach. Applying a pressure that made you want to burst into unmendable fractals of yourself. And you did—that tight knot broke in an instant, dilating your insides in a blaze of heat. Flooding you so wholly, you almost forgot to breathe through your delirious sobs of release. 

When the smooth ridges of your walls clamped down, you heard it first as a moan of afflicted surrender on his part. Then, the cock buried inside you pulsed. A stream of white-hot fluid poured into you, shooting well past your cervix, bathing your womb with his warmth. But he didn’t stop there, continuing to indulge. He pumped and pushed the concoction of unified fluids till it poured past his base, and dripped in milky heaps from your hole. His pelvic and abdominal muscles shuddered as his hips rolled slowly but needingly, nursing himself through his over-stimulating climax.

From your tearful, half-lidded gaze, you witnessed a wet glisten in his own eyes. Whether induced by overwhelming pleasure or pained remorse, you would never know. You didn’t want to know.

It didn't matter.

They evaporated the moment he blinked again.

When the heaves and pants subsided, only the echoes of your whimpers remained. Unfastening his grasp from your wrists, his icy hands cupped your sulking face, idly running his thumbs across your soaked cheeks.

“I understand your pain. Believe me, I do. But no amount of tears will keep the celestial cycle from shifting in the moon’s favor. Like any phase, there will be a moment when you won’t hate me as you do now. You might even come to...love me.”

The way he paused made it seem he had no sense for the word. Or what the difference was between what was love and obsession. The look he possessed didn’t instill solace, either; his eyes mere slits of black against his porcelain face. Promising the moment you dared turn away from him, the back of your neck would bleed.

”I swear to you. From this night on, you’ll burn brightest by my reflection. And only my reflection. So long as there's breath and blood in this body, I’ll protect your sunlight from ever fading in the hands of anyone less deserving than mine. By cosmic fate, you’re my entire purpose, my entire existence...” he bent and kissed the solar marking painted on your forehead. “My orbit.” 

[cartoonartistpng]

Drawing Solaris as a dragon unlocked something in me

So here y’a go—SSS as dragons

(Extra headcanons under cut)

Sonic the Drake

Facultative Biped (can walk/run on two legs and four legs)

Run cycle is like a cheetah

Cannot fly, but can jump high and far when at high speeds

Tail is long and can crack like a whip

Aerodynamic

Smallest (hind legs are height of Vanilla, basically)

Silver the Long (Evolved)

Being from the future, he is not an ordinary long. They have mutated to gain an additional set of dexterous hands

Can send mental images and memories through contact with whiskers (inspired by Fang, Roku’s dragon)

The fluff holds many secrets

Flies like a ribbon noodle

Can live without oxygen

Longer than Sonic and Shadow combined

Shadow the Wyvern

Has a hood like a snake

Has fangs like a snake too

Walks on wings

Three eyes (Black Arms genes baby✨)

Dives at insane speeds and can unleash an EMP upon impact

NightfurySounds.zip

Biggest of the three (not longest though)

[jaguarys]

An entirely nonexhaustive list of things that drive me absolutely fucking insane in LL:

Samaël. That's it

Adeyrid and Kinder just having to live with the fact their daughter was dead

Solaris getting manipulated to shit by Kalgon. Hate his ass

Jadina and Saryn's friendship (did Jadina feel like she was 'stealing' Danaël? Did Danaël feel guilty for 'betraying' Saryn?)

Whether Ténébris knew about 1 000 Loups or not (and if she did, when did she find out??)

Gryf having to live ALONE under Mythos for 10 fucking years

Michi-Gan raising Toupie

Razzia becoming everything he hated. And then fighting to become better again

Raptor and Dasyatis both going to work under Darkhell after everything

Élysio as a concept

The cycle of Orchidia and Jadina ending it

How much control the Dynameïs have over themselves

On that note. The fact that Halcyon and Galatée were under Kalandre for CENTURIES

Danaël telling Ténébris she 'died like a Légendaire' after she told him she didn't feel like one

Kasino following his mother's footsteps and turning against Jadina after everything

Danaël and Jadina literally being the "I'll find you in every lifetime" trope. They love each other so fucking much

Sheibah and Razorcat... she loved him so much and it ruined her

[talonabraxas]

The Source Talon Abraxas

The Great Central Sun is a Source and a Center of the All-Pervading Presence of the Great “I AM”. It is a Point of Integration of the Spirit/Matter Cosmos, and an Central Concentration of God Consciousness and the release of Light and Life and Love to all creation. It is a Nucleus, Heart Center, or White Fire Core of the Cosmos. (The God Star Sirius is a Focus of the Great Central Sun in our sector of the Galaxy.)

The Sun behind the Sun is the Spiritual Cause behind the physical effect we see as our own Physical Sun and all other stars and star systems, seen or unseen, including the Great Central Sun. The Sun behind the Sun of Cosmos is perceived as the Cosmic Christ – the Word by Whom the Formless was endowed with form and Spiritual Worlds were draped with physicality.

“The Great Central Sun is One with every individual’s Mighty I AM Presence.”

Also known as:

The Source The Great Hub Central Source of Life and Intelligence The Heart of God Great Central Source Great Central Source of All Intelligence

Suns/solar systems form due to cosmic plasma compressing through a toroidal vortex (as do clusters like Laniakea/Shapley). The most common torus is a golden ratio torus (our heart generates russian doll-like phi toroids when we meditate). John Harris provides the evidence -

"with respect to unity are the Phi Ratio Series planetary framework mean values for the PERIODS OF REVOLUTION, the intermediate SYNODIC CYCLES, the mean HELIOCENTRIC DISTANCES and the mean ORBITAL VELOCITIES.

Likely all stars/solar system form this same way, golden ratio is the longest surviving torus field possible, called constructive wave interference. --Grayham Forscutt

[b1odeuwed]

what are your thoughts on the asmp finale? i personally have my own opinions, but i'm curious to hear yours :]

((asmp finale spoilers ahead for those who want to avoid them)))

sooooo many thoughts man. i’m a really big fan of the structure of this series and how and when information was given to us and how we learned it the same time as our protagonist, which really worked with the singular pov!

looove the idea of a!sunship knowing each other from their childhood. but neither of them remember this due to yknow. the whole reset. like ouch man!!!! a!guqqie was conditioned to be their protector from the age of EIGHT!!!!!! that’s NUTS!!!! it made their decision and choices leading up to the finale make so much more sense in the end but god. what a bittersweet ending. i really wonder where aimsey will go if they do a second season but, i’d also be satisfied with that being the end of the series as a whole since it’s pretty open ended.

another thing i really loved was the reveal of the realm protectors and i LOVED solaris and their cunty voice they were an awesome character.

like one of my favourite things was the reveal that a!cpk/“cal” and a!guqqie weren’t actually siblings, just coworkers (one of my fav lines from the series tbh). that a!ranboo/“tud” was planted specifically to drive a!aimsey/“finis” insane and a!aimsey killing them disrupted the cycle of events in some way. i love that all of these people were puzzle pieces and i really hope if we get a season 2, we get to know more about phil’s character, finis’ backstory and more about solaris.

[antirepurp]

whatever this setting is that im creating has a tag now (chaos energy au, im not feeling creative and it just needs Any Tag). some more thoughts about chaos energy and the fellas using it:

chaos energy is inherently destructive, and there's a reason its primary uses lie in powering machinery; organic bodies are easily damaged by it when trying to handle large quantities of it at once

chaos emeralds are almost uncomfortably warm to touch, not enough to burn but you won't enjoy handling them bare-handed

echidnas are the only species that naturally resist the effects of chaos energy, and are able to harness it without drawbacks. most of it likely has to do with them evolving in proximity of the emeralds, but there are no clear answers as to why

sol energy is still the baja blast of chaos energy and has similar if not the exact same properties

blaze can withstand both sol and chaos energy with no ill effects due to the presence of iblis in her heart. she's not aware of it, but he cycles the energy out of her system safely and without allowing it to harm her

shadow was hand-crafted to withstand chaos energy as well as possible, giving him the innate ability to chaos control with ease and utilize the energy's full potential with no real side effects

he's not exactly made of chaos energy, but rather has a resistance similar to echidnas that allows him use it freely

a super state inherently burns away at its host. this cannot be prevented through regular means, and the only one who resists this is blaze due to iblis' presence

sonic is not immune to the effects of a super state

he has built up some resistance over the several times he has entered a super state, but this is more akin to a numbness to the destructive effects rather than any true resistance

silver's super state during the fight against solaris nearly destroyed him, partially resulting to his generally unstable existence post-06

a super state's destructive effects can be hastened and amplified through repeated transformations in quick success, prolonged transformations, and the host already being in a weakened state from other causes and effects (i.e. cyber corruption, dark gaia's influence...)

[sapphanimates]

Solaris Werehog/Mephiles Werehog/Crypt Sonic/Solaris Cycle AU Silver!

Finally able to get this design out. I didn't expect to go for a darker color for accents, but I saw a cute comic where silver was drawn with cookies and cream coloring, and decided to try it out. I think he looks pretty cool, gives off Hawkfrost vibes almost.

Backstory under the cut!

The Silver in this AU is essentially the main villian. He's lived through this entire shtick before; going back to the past, saving the princess, killing Solaris. It should have ended there. But when he wakes up back in his time, nothing has changed, except Blaze is missing. Silver remembers all that happened in the previous timeline, and travels back to find out what happened.

He discovers that Solaris had somehow survived, reincarnated into a dragon-like mobian, Prince Solaris of Soleana. Instantly, Silver attacks him, under the impression that he is still a monster bent on destroying the world. Sonic intervenes, Silver accidentally splits Solaris in two, and everything goes from there.

The burn marks on his hands were retained from the previous timeline. He received them when attempting to sacrifice himself to destroy Iblis, only stopping when Blaze offered up herself instead.

Injuries caused by Chaos Energy can never be fully healed or erased.

His scars stayed whilst she remained gone for all eternity.

[whymustyouhurtmeinthisway]

Me and my friend were talking about Warframe earlier, and I realized why Fortuna feels so weird to me from a storytelling perspective compared to Cetus and Deimos: There’s basically nothing going on that’s not directly linked to the enemy faction.

Take Cetus for example: obviously the Grineer are an important threat, but they’ve got a ton going on outside of that. The culture of Cetus had existed for ages before the Grineer showed up, and you can tell. It’s a charming congregation of merchants and hucksters assembled around and nourished by a long-forgotten Orokin meat tower, and haunted every night by the threat of the Eidolons: shattered wandering remains of a godlike sentient who was splintered apart by the city’s guardian many centuries ago. Here are their factions:

Ostrons: The people of Cetus, you earn standing with them by providing them food and resources, saving local endangered species, and by protecting Cetus from the encroaching threat of the Grineer in bounty operations provided by Konzu

Quills: Mysterious unseen monastic order who provide the Tenno operators with amps for their void powers. Their motives are very obscure, but you earn standing with them by slaying the enormous Sentient Eidolons which roam the plains at night, implying they’re more concerned with more mystical/cosmic threats than the lowly Grineer

As for Deimos: obviously the Infestation is massively important to its story, but it also has the aspect of who the Entratis are and were. The interfamilial drama and history of these people, the highs and lows of their technological advancement, the mysteries behind the one absent Entrati behind the curtain of much of Warframe’s lore and how his shadow haunts the remaining family members, all of these come together to make a very interesting story that’s almost entirely separate from the hordes of infested roaming outside the Necralisk. Here are its factions:

Entrati: The aforementioned formerly-Orokin family who inhabit the Necralisk, you gain standing with them by finding resources with which Father and can fortify their home, bringing in wildlife to be studied/protected by Son and Daughter, collecting minerals for Otak to do… something with, and culling off hordes of the Infested in missions provided by Mother in order to keep their numbers under control before Deimos becomes completely overrun

Necraloid: Not exactly a traditional faction considering it has exactly 1 member (or 2 depending on how you look at it, possibly 3), but an ingame one nonetheless, the Cephalon Loid aids the Operator in building and upgrading their own personal Necramechs, ancient weapons used before the creation of the first Warframes, relics of a bygone era whose blueprints are lost to all but Loid and Father and whose parts can only be found on Deimos’ Cambion Drift. You gain standing with this faction by plumbing the depths of old subterranean Entrati ruins and finding the forgotten technological artifacts sealed within.

Then there’s Fortuna. The people of Fortuna are called the Solaris, they’re wage slaves to the Corpus who’re basically trapped in an endless feedback loop of “Work to pay off debts to Corpus, get injured/old/disabled/sick meaning you aren’t able to work anymore, buy mechanical replacements from Corpus so you can keep working, now in more debt to Corpus, work to pay off debts to Corpus-” and the cycle continues. I think the story of the Solaris is definitely interesting, realistic, and easy to sympathize with, and the characters related to it are pretty likeable, but it bothers me that the Solaris have nothing going on with them except the Corpus. I mean it makes sense that that would be the case considering their situation, but it makes for a somewhat shallow story without much mystery to pull you in or culture to really dig into. Like think of the factions of Fortuna:

Solaris United: A people’s rebellion/union against the Corpus secretly led by Eudico with close help from The Business. You gain standing by providing mechanical parts and minerals to ease the Solaris’ repair and maintenance costs, protecting endangered species on the Orb Vallis, paying off the peoples’ hefty debt bonds (essentially saving they and their families lives), and conducting coups against the Corpus directed by Eudico.

Vox Solaris: A people’s rebellion/union against the Corpus secretly led by Eudico with close help from The Business… again…except more secret and exclusive I guess? It leans more towards the rebellion side than the union side and it’s also helped by the Quill contact Little Duck. You earn standing by killing the Corpus… again… but this time the Corpus in question need to be standing in specific buildings, or be one of two of the Orbs (big Corpus robot bosses).

The Ventkids: Children living together in the vents of Fortuna because their parents died working for the Corpus. You earn standing with them by doing skateboard tricks. They don’t really have much plot importance and are more there just for fun, but they do have a side quest associated with them where the primary antagonists are, again, the Corpus.

Do you see what I mean? While Cetus’ main faction focuses on stopping the Grineer, their special faction focuses on helping you kill the otherworldly alien abominations that are the Eidolons (who are entirely separate from the Grineer).

While Deimos’ main faction focuses on stopping the Infestation, their special faction focuses on helping you recover lost Entrati artifacts in the Isolation Vaults (you still fight the infestation, but they’re not the main focus).

Meanwhile Fortuna’s main faction focuses on stopping the Corpus, and their special faction focuses on stopping the Corpus again.

You might say “But Vox Solaris is about killing the Orbs more than anything” which is true, but unlike the Eidolons and their mysterious origins or the Iso Vaults and their Entrati history, the Orbs are literally just big Corpus robots. Wider lore-wise they’re essentially just like the Jackals, and the Hyenas, and the Raptors, and the Ambulases, and the Razorbacks, and the Zanukas, and all the other Corpus robots we’ve fought before, only this time they’re tougher, chattier, and more spherical.

Or you might say “Well what about Deck 12? That’s deeper lore concerning the Solaris and the Orbs” well yeah I like that lore, but it only happened a couple years ago, effects like 3 surviving characters, and is all still 100% centered around the Corpus, nothing impacts the plot and lore of Fortuna except the Corpus, literally everything revolves around them.

The culture of the Solaris? Well they’ve got a sick song and fun Space-Australian accents, but their culture isn’t nearly as interesting or noticeably rich as the Ostrons or Entratis. Hell, the only reason they as a culture exist at all is because the Corpus grabbed everyone with hefty amounts of debt to their name and shoved them together to all work in one area, there’s a good chance none of these people would’ve ever met each other or become Australian at all without being forcibly put there by a greater power (just like real Australians). The one singular non-Corpus aspect of Fortunian life is the fact that the Orokin pumped twelve billion tons of liquid coolant into the mantle of Venus in order to cool it down for habitation then promptly all got murdered before their plans were done, leaving the planet fraught with miniature coolant volcanoes and Orokin towers overflowing with the stuff, leaving viscous probably-toxic lakes filled with cleaner robots everywhere. Does the coolant matter to the culture of Fortuna? Yes, it’s one of the reasons why the Corpus are so interested in this area in the first place, doing shit with the coolant is presumably one of the most prevalent jobs the Solaris perform, and the coolant plays a major role in the ecosystem and climate of the Orb Vallis. Does it have any more lore, backstory, or purpose beyond what I just described? Not an ounce.

Anyways I realize now how long and ranty this post got so I’ll cut it off here. I just wanna say I do love Fortuna and the Solaris, but I really wish they got more depth and lore to them than what they ended up with.

[autisticshadowthehedgehog]

It seems like celestial deities tend to be pretty unfriendly in the Sonic universe. Solaris is a sun god, The End manifests as a moon in their boss fight, and I think that Dark Gaia counts as one since Earth is a planet and it represents the cycle of the planet's destruction. What next, are the stars going to turn out to be cosmic piranhas?

i'm gonna reach for the staaaaaaars so i can punch them in the face

[the-valiant-valkyrie]

Any Fabricator headcanons to spare?

oh you've gone and done it now. lets see what i can remember off the top of my head

she can't work in silence under any circumstances. at bare minimum she's gotta have some music on in the background. when she's working on less brain-intensive parts of the death-trap-making process, she'll probably also be humming or singing

if she actually ever got a sleep schedule, she would be a morning person. she's not very good at that, though. plus, she works with solaris a lot, and she's a night person, so she's got to make sacrifices to her own schedule so that they can actually get something done

she eats poison with a consistent (and perhaps even unhealthy) frequency. she's developed a tolerance to all her favorites over the years. originally she did so just as a precautionary measure (dying to your poisons is so disgustingly cliche) but it just kind of turned into a habit

as a result, she also claims to be immune to significant amounts of capsaicin (this part is actually true) as well as caffeine (NOT TRUE AT ALL THIS PART'S A LIE)

fabby loves giving herself rewards whenever she's working. little treats. she has no issue with the mental cycle of "ohh but i haven't deserved it yet" she'll scarf down little treats to her heart's content. she always deserves it.

it's this mentality that also leads to her taking breaks in between work and going out to eat and then coming back (and it's absolutely NOT an excuse to hang outside the lab with solaris that's so crazyyyy that's crazy who said that)

speaking of eating, her favorite food is lamb. she'll eat it in pretty much whatever way presented, a lamb rack, a lamb chop, stew. i think she would even stoop to a lamb sandwich if you dolled it up nice enough. if it's available she is going to eat it.

before joining zoraxis, fabby was incredibly ambitious. however, her two passions kind of split her down the middle…

originally she tried to persue a career in engineering. however, she wasn't allowed (not unable, not incapable, but she wasn't allowed) to get her degree after all her hard work. which pissed her off something nasty, but at least she had her love of fashion to fall back on.

she did get a fashion degree, since no one was inclined to keep that away from her. and she was doing pretty well for herself for a little while.

until someone stole her work.

attempts to accuse the thief only lead with false evidence being twisted against her, instead. and it was really looking like the only thing she was ever 'allowed' to do was going to be pulled right from under her feet.

enter zor; stage left. and oh they knew exactly what to say and exactly how to say it (and far too much, though she didn't exactly process just how much they knew at the time)

they would never deny her her true calling. they would never tempt her with success and never let her have it. they would never take what's rightfully hers… but they could certainly help her take it back.

and oh, the most unfortunate thing ended up happening to that grimy thief poor designer! seemingly, he did steal those designs after all. all that guilt he cast onto that innocent woman he took from just proved too much to bare, poor thing. but at least the matter's settled, the designs have returned to its rightful owner, and no one found the matter suspicious enough to do a proper toxology report.

fabby has been absolutely addicted to physical, tangible revenge ever since that moment. it's the only thing that gets results. "if you want something done right, do it yourself", and all that, you know how it is.

(it's also the main reason why phoenix poking around in her workshop flustered her so badly… the thought of someone touching her stuff. doing who knows what to it. taking who knows what. it gets her shaking in anger just thinking about it)

[beevean]

I've seen two Bumblekast posts float by that concerned Silver (one about hedgehog tail wagging, one about a Super Sonic vs. Super Silver bossfight), and based on that plus Stanley's general writing style I can confidently say that how serious a content creator takes Silver directly correlates to how often they bring up "It's no use" around him. Goddammit, as if that is the only thing that ever came out of his mouth or something. :/

There are people on Twitter that weren't even born when that line became a meme.

Sonic '06 will turn 18 next year. It will be a full-fledged tax-paying adult. Let it rest.

Do people even remember why "It's no use" became a meme? What they're referencing when they keep shoving it in Silver's mouth?

Two things.

One, Sonic '06 is an inherently broken game, and people's very first impression of Silver the Hedgehog was of a shoddly programmed boss fight, with a camera that doesn't keep track of you target, with an obnoxious attack that can easily catch you off guard, and the potential to be stuck into an infinite cycle of hurt if you're caught between Silver, a ring and a wall (or, hilariously, to be launched into space).

Yeah I know that I asked to let '06 rest, but shitting on its game flaws is almost nostalgic <3 my favorite glitch was flying with a box.

Two, why is Silver shouting ITSNOUSEITSNOUSEITSNOUSE? Because he's deadset on killing Sonic dead. The dude won't sleep until he has reduced Sonic to atoms scattered through the whole spacetime continuum. He has been sent by Satan to kill the Iblis Trigger, and by Solaris, he's going to do it, because it's the right thing to save the world!

Just a reminder for the people like Stanley who seem to have forgotten about this trait of his :)