#the solarian twins

[forbiddensaintessandsinner]

The Creators of the Dimensional Rift

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"What lies in a full separation of time and reality..."

"From anything in the universe. There is another dimension... That cannot be entered by a god's will and power..."

"The grand library... Where only the strangest tales are ever to be written down by none whoever could think of. This was the home by the head herself known as the... 'The Author'..."

"However she was not alone in this grand place... This grand yet strangest place was home... To them are known as a the 'Creators'. Chosen to create more of the oddest tales that the author allows them to continue with free will."

"The left side of the the grand library, is the home of the creators of the resurrection lifespan of humanity."

"This right side of the grand library, is home of the creators of the seventh rift."

"The Center of the Library... Is where the Author lies within resting and watching as the shelves grow bigger and bigger. And is also where the eternal 'Cycle of Insanity' and it's heart from it's Creator is kept under the Author's watching."

"These tales only existed here..."

"And so will it's Insanity and Abnormality."

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Within the Right side of the Library, only the seven creators who had mastered as created the Dimensional Rift Border as known to be the far masters to all seven countries... Who are made by their own creations, including the citizens as well.

There are seven though more who share the same titled as the 'Creator' within this side of the library who are still present at this day and year....

(The Other OCs in the same pictures are followed by Order, and the OCs are )

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"The Six Dragons of the Island of Enchantment."

The Creators of the Island of Enchantment. And the masters who created of the half-myth race.

By their own blood and will, all five of them ruled which each based of the unwanted four lands connected to another by a circle while the fifth one stayed in the middle.

Currently they still rules by their own within the past and the present timeline, for they can be in the library or in their own countries watching.

Creator Name/s Reveal:

Emperor of Crystalsle: Aibek Izar

Emperor of Springfield: Kalhar Keldan

Emperor of Summerville: Donovan Sargon

Empress of Autumntown: Cerriwen Demeter

Empress of Wintergreen: Blanche Demetria

Fun Facts about the Six Dragons:

All five of them are married.

Aibek is the eldest, Kalhar as the second, Donovan as the third, Cerriwen as the fourth, then Blanche as the youngest.

All five of them have different sexualities.

Though as Aibek who is the eldest he is fair with his siblings with respect, including his wife, his children and in-laws.

All five of the siblings share the same title as the Creator of the Island of Enchantment.

Though they are still the rulers, they are fair with their creations/citizens, for their wanting of peace.

Cerriwen and Donovan have daily bickerings, Kalhar and Blanche are sometimes chill but with seriousness. Aibek is fine with his siblings chaos.

Anger of each of the five shall not be tested at once.

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"The Demoness Empress."

The Sole Creator of the Dungeon Inkhell. The Mistress who created the Demon-Type Race.

By her own will of cruelest of her hands, created a land that can only existed underground deeper than any hellspawn than anything else that can be known of.

Is currently watching her work within the Grand Library, while the current ruler reigns upon the deadish city within the bloody cage.

Creator Name Reveal: Audrina Enyo

Fun Facts about the Demoness Empress:

Apparently, she is also married to another Creator in the Resurrection Side, who happens to be her husband.

If looks can kill, so will her own appearance. She doesn't care about the amount of attention she received.

Her own Sexuality? Can fuck with anything. Do not test it at her. (Her husband has full access with it)

Despite her brutality towards her citizens/creations in Dungeon Inkhell, she doesn't mind letting them to know what having a heart is to their destined partners.

Silent is her pure death presence within her own hell.

Also has two children (who are born genderless) after her marriage, but treats them with patience as a mother.

||She can expose her tits thanks to some of her clothes, do not mind it||

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"The Glass Statue."

The Sole Creator of the Kingdom of Priamonia. The Mistress who created the gem curse known as the 'Eternity of Greed'.

By her eyes that shines through as the brightest, created a land where only her creations can have access to the curse and can inflict it to one another, a curse that can never be broken by another spell.

Is currently watching her work within the Grand Library, while the current rulers who rules upon the kingdom that shines through her own mirror.

Creator Name Reveal: Onya Tanzanite

Fun Facts about the Glass Statue:

Is also married like the rest of her fellow creators, has a husband who is in the Resurrection Side.

Her sexuality is rather hard to guess, but doesn't have a preference.

Well isn't humanish if you notice it. Well is beautiful as a gem or glass statue, despite that she can walk and talk as a being itself.

Never gets angry.. But becomes more greedier for the eyes.

||She doesn't have eyes, she has glass sockets for her eyes but they are see through if you look closer at her like a mirror.||

Oddly... She doesn't shatter. No one knows how or why.

||As the creator of the 'Eternity of Greed' She collects eyes and turn them into gem or glass balls. Consider that she loves them as she gets them.||

Despite her blindness (as in greed) citizens/creations. She doesn't mind if they get accepted as a whole worth it of a price for a living than it's own wealth.

She is definitely beautiful to make you cover your eyes.

Has a son that she's has taught them of proper mannerisms.

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"The Blood-lusted Beast."

The Sole Creator of the Revoltion City. The Mastee who created the Inner Beast Race.

By his silent words of his lips and fingers, created a land where only the dangerous of the largest beasts can only be tamed or roamed freely within.

Like the rest, he is also watching his work from the Library as he watches some of the main heading of the clans ruling over the city, being the untameable and wild.

Creator Name Reveal: Sverre Gryphon

Fun Facts about the Blood-lusted Beast:

Has a husband and is also married, like the rest. His husband is also in the resurrection side as well.

His sexuality? Never has known it but doesn't have preferences on any gender.

Is not very humanish from the first glance of course, doesn't look even the slightest human within the flesh and bone.

He controls very aspect of every single of the blood-lusted creatures in Revoltion City, the tamed and the untamed.

The Main Master of any based Assassination. Do not try and test it with him.

Can meter up the control and power of each contracted blood creature and towards their master, such as the mind control and further more. Which it includes their venom within them as well.

Towards their out of controlled creations/citizens within his work. The word tame and control is welcome if anyone had tried to.

Their growl and it's sound when angered? Honey just run.

Has a daughter but is a bit rebellious.

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"The Solarian Twins."

The two Creators of the Themyscira Empire. The twins who created the Cresteria Race.

By a separation of the two light of both day and night through both of the sun and the moon, created a land above the clouds where heaven cannot be there at all.

Just like the Dragons, they can both still rule by their own within the past and the present timeline, for both can be in the library or in their own country watching, though they mostly stayed within the library.

Creator Name/s Reveal:

Sunlight of the Celestial: Aelius Caelus

Moonlight of the Abyssal: Aruna Caelus

Fun Facts about the Solarian Twins:

They both hold the same title as the Creators of their work.

Both of them are single (but has different preferences on based their sexuality apparently)

Who is the eldest one between them? Actually both of them are, so not one of them are the youngest even if they are twins.

The facial looks of both are mysterious as they are but different as the creators, the Sun gains appreciation while the Moon gains respecting.

The Sun has a quiet personality while the Moon has a calm personality. But both are mostly intimidating as they should be.

Despite both of their strictly up-put towards their citizens/creations, they wouldn't mind letting them to have a feeling of happiness on anything.

Whenever the sun is in a bad mood, the moon would calm them down without making a fuss. But the roles can reversed.

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"The Wandering Willow."

The Sole Creator of the Land of Wisteriana. The Mistress who created the Forest Whisperling Race.

By the sounds of her softish voice and gaze, created a forest land where the wanderers wander around within the mystical woods, whether to be lost or finding a place to stay for long.

Like some of the creators, she still rules rule by their own within the past and the present timeline, for both can be in the library or in their own country watching through the spirit oak tree, though she mostly watches within the library much more.

Creator Name Reveal: Lila Freesia

Fun Facts about the Wandering Willow:

Is also Single like some of the creators (but can be considered bi or les)

Her persona is quite difficult to read but is quiet but mostly holds her curiosity towards anything else that catches her eye.

Beautiful Singer... Like a creature luring you to a demise.

||Due to an amount of hearing of her songs, she collects ears so no one can hear the soft music||

||The Flowers on her hair whom they are ascessories are dangerous to touch, do not do it||

Has an unlike of an anger... Do not test her ok?

Despite her wandered to get lost creations/citizen, she wouldn't mind letting them to find a new place to call it a home to stay.

Can create tons of flowers, but rather the most strangest ones yet to see to be grown.

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"The Silent Curator."

The Sole Creator of the Glowndia Isle. The Master who created the Angel-Type Race.

By his blessings bestowed upon his wings and words. Created a land upon the clouds which heaven cannot at the highest heights of the skies.

Is currently watching his work within the Grand Library, while the current rulers reigns upon the holy city within the orders or the bible.

Creator Name Reveal: Benedict Emmanuel

Fun Facts about the Silent Curator:

Is also married like some of the creators, so he has a wife(who is born genderless).

Due to his silent yet strong cold behavior he is hard to read on a certain basis with the other creators.

Looks respectfully and mostly a normal way but a bit different as a creator within his work.

Of course, ||holiness and a bible with him on rare days.||

Similar to Demon Empress, the silence around him is also his death presence. Though much more on the heaven kind than hell.

Despite his strictness with his creations/citizens, he doesn't mind letting them have the experience of freedom within their cages.

His words and sentences are much ||bibled-related|| so yeah, he can cuss a bad word for once but not daily.

Has a daughter but she tends to be clingy around him or his wife at any day and time.

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If you're expecting more, such as the resurrection side, the cycle of insanity, and the main author.

Please wait for a later date as the author gets her rest. :3

[luna-art-12]

[charmixpower]

Winxtober Day Seven: Friendship

Something that's important to me is that everyone has friends outside of the Winx and specialists, because it makes them feel way less flat if they each have someone they hangout with that everyone else doesn't, and for Stella that's Nova!

Also Stella's prescription sunglasses!!! I always forget to draw them but here they are!!! Tfw your mom is from a very low light planet and you inherited her eyes

Nova is like 1/4 Dominian and 3/4 Solarian, and is chronically ill. Growing up the other kids really didn't understand her and didn't know how to treat her, and kids also didn't know what to do with Stella, who has really started internalizing the neglect her parents were putting her through. They bonded over that

Since Nova has fire adjacent powers, and ISN'T an extremely famous and Googleable public figure, Stella passes Bloom off as Nova instead and basically says that she's 3/4 Dominian and 1/4 Solarian instead XD oh how she didn't know

Nova, who had a sudden medical emergency and couldn't attend that year thinks this is fucking hilarious and constant asks Stella for updates about how her douple ganger is doing in Alfea

It's also a lot more convenient for Bloom because Stella can just lie and say the reason Bloom doesn't know so many things is because she spent so much time in the hospital

When Nova transfers into Alfea she calls Bloom her twin sister and makes so many jokes about the situation much to Bloom's embarrassment

[dimentiorulesblog]

Here’s the prologue of my first novella, Crystal Wing Solaria. I hope you enjoy, and if you have any feedback, that’d be most appreciated.

Prologue: The Story of The Progenitor

A middle aged woman stood at the entrance to a classroom, ready to start a lesson. For almost 30 years, she had been teaching at that same single room school, the only school in the small village of Woodhaven. Yet that didn't bother her, her love for teaching matched only by her love of her small town, she hoped to bring knowledge to the bright young minds of the local area. As she stepped in, her golden hair resting gently on her shoulders with just a touch of grey, she took an old book off of the shelf next to her desk. The book was weathered and tattered, barely holding together at the seams, the pages yellowed with age. The school didn’t have much in the way of resources or funding, so they had to make do with ancient books such as this one. She turned to her classroom, the class before her consisting of only 8 students. Only two of them appeared to be human, those being a young boy with shaggy brown hair, and a young girl with blond hair in a ponytail and blue eyes. One of the students was a girl who looked more plant than animal. Her green skin had a texture resembling a watermelon, her head was adorned with a beautiful flower instead of hair, her fingernails looked like wood, and her clothing was made of leaves and petals. She was grinning ear to ear, trembling in excitement for what she was going to learn that day. There was a boy who resembled a bird, feathers covering his body and a grey beak adorning his face. He was constantly shuddering and looking around, as if he was scared of something. There were twin boys with bodies covered in crimson fur, their faces resembling canine muzzles, and fluffy tails protruding from their spines, which wagged happily as they sat on the floor, their paw like hands placed in front of them like a dog would sit. One of the students was a teen girl with white hair, pale skin, and pointed ears, her sharp teeth kept in a scowl, white gloves covering her hands, and a gothic dress adorning her body, she looked utterly annoyed to even be there. Finally, there was a girl who was the same age as the others, but was twice their size, with red scaled skin, horns made from volcanic rock, a reptilian snout, draconic wings, and claws that could cut through obsidian.

"Good morning, class!" The woman said, her voice sounding almost musical, like the sound of a flute. "Good morning, Mrs. Shafford!" Half of the students responded in unison, the other half seemingly uninterested in the lesson for the day. "Today we are going to learn about the Progenitor and the origin of life.” The girl with a flower for hair was barely able to contain her excitement, trembling in anticipation for what she was going to learn. The other students were less enthused, the white haired girl in particular glaring at her with an intensity that could boil water. Mrs. Shafford continued. "Thousands of years ago, the world was a barren rock, devoid of all life, until a miracle happened. A single life form came into being. No one knows where it originated from, or even what it looked like, only that it started as a single cell, before those cells began to divide and the creature grew, and as it grew, its organs began to create more life. From its brain first came a man with orange hair that was bright like the sun, yellow skin that shone like the moon, glowing white eyes, a mouth with no throat, and wings made of crystal. This was Ozmos, the first child. Ozmos looked at the world before him, cold and desolate. He heard the voice of the Progenitor speaking to him, telling him to take a strand of his hair and hold it to the sky. Ozmos obliged, and the light of the sun shone off of his hair, forming into another being like Ozmos. He continued to do this, and named his people the Solarians after the solar power that contributed to their creation. They formed a kingdom, the kingdom of Solaria."

The girl with white hair rolled her eyes and yawned loudly, clearly trying to bother her teacher. Mrs. Shafford simply smiled and moved on. "The Progenitor decided that just having the Solarians simply wouldn't be enough, so its organs began to each create their own species. First, its heart pumped the power of life into the earth, which spawned plant life, creating the vast forests and vibrant meadows that cover much of our world, and with the plants came the Florians, people that are a cross between plant and animal, like you, Lily." She said, gesturing towards the plant girl, who giggled and smiled, the white haired girl rolling her eyes so hard they looked like they were going to fly out of her head at any second. Mrs. Shafford continued, "The stomach of the Progenitor spawned boiling hot magma, which formed the tall mountains and arid deserts across the world, out of the magma stepped the reptiles, and with them, the Magmadons, powerful people with draconic wings and the power to control fire, like you, Sasha." She said, gesturing towards the tall scaly girl, who simply smiled. "The progenitor's kidneys were next, spawning insects for the reptiles to eat, and with them the people called the Vespians. There aren't any Vespians that go to this school, but I'm sure you've seen them before." Mrs Shafford stated. The white hair girl smirked. "Yeah, the disgusting bug people." Mrs. Shafford was most appalled. "Lindsay! You can't say things like that about other people! Even if you do think those things about them, keep those comments to yourself!" Lindsay just rolled her eyes once again and said "Whatever."

Mrs. Shafford was stressed out beyond belief, thinking to herself, "That girl is going to be the end of me. She never listens to anything I have to say, she always insults other people, she constantly disrupts the class, and worst of all, her parents encourage her behavior!" Nevertheless, she continued her lesson. "The Lungs of the Progenitor breathed the winds into the air, and with them came birds to fill the sky, and with them the Avians, bird people with the power to control the winds, like Chester." She said, gesturing to the bird boy, who didn't say anything or even react in the slightest, if anything, he seemed slightly nervous, trembling and looking side to side. "The Liver of the Progenitor was the last organ to create its own life form, creating the mammals, and with them came the Lycali, canid people with the ability to control water and ice, like Yip and Nip." Like all the times before, she gestured towards the students, this time towards the twin boys covered in fur, who high-fived each other. "And finally, from the blood of the Progenitor, came the Mikata, like Lindsay, who have the ability to control the blood of others and themselves." Lindsay smirked. "Finally, you're getting to something interesting!" Mrs. Shafford ignored her. "With that, the seven species that formed the early world were created." The blonde girl raised her hand. "Yes, Sarah?" "What about humans, like us?" Mrs. Shafford smiled. "I'm getting to that. For hundreds of years, the Solarians ruled over their kingdom justly, until they decided to explore other worlds. To fill the gap created by their absence, they created humans in their image, like myself, Sarah, and Tommy. They left behind a prophecy. That prophecy foretold of 7 grand calamities, fated to be stopped by a human who is capable of ascending into a Solarian. That human will become known as the Son of Solaria, and with their arrival, the Solarians will return. Any questions?" Lindsay raised her hand. "Yes, Lindsay." Mrs. Shafford said, nervous as to what she was going to say.

"Blood is the origin of all life, right? You taught us that in a previous lesson." Mrs. Shafford nodded. "And we Mikata were created from the blood of the Progenitor." Mrs. Shafford nodded again, but inside she was screaming, as she knew where Lindsay was going with this. "And we have the power to control blood. Shouldn't that mean that we are the most superior of all races, as we were created from the source of life, and can control the source of life?" Mrs. Shafford was close to losing her cool. "Lindsay, I will not have such vile rhetoric spew from your mouth. I don't know what your parents have been teaching you, but all life is created equal!" Lindsay just smirked. "Why would I listen to a human, the lowest of all races? Everyone else has some sort of ability or gift, you people have nothing! NOTHING! You probably just created the story of the stupid "Prophecy" to give your pitiful race a reason for existing!" Mrs. Shafford had enough. She spoke in a voice barely above a whisper, but with venom dripping off of every word. "Lindsay, get out of my classroom." Lindsay just scoffed. "Whatever, you know it's true." Lindsay left the classroom, but not before spitting on the floor. Mrs. Shafford buried her face in her hands and started quietly sobbing. Lily walked up to her. "Don't be sad, Mrs. Shafford, I'm sure she didn't mean it!" Mrs. Shafford hugged Lily. "Thank you, Lily, you're always so kind and sweet, your mother raised you well." Mrs. Shafford wiped the tears from her eyes. "I don't think I can teach any more today. Class dismissed!"

[zephyrwynd]

Beetle & Butterfly - The Catfolk Twins

I'm still on that Terraverse grind. It's nice to get some of this in a public space that isn't my friend's DMs... click read more to read more lol! No colors this time, I don't have the eggs for it rn.

First, let's define what a Catfolk is, by defining what Theria are!

Theria are mammalian bipedals that exist on Terra. They are classified either as Canidae, Felidae, or Rodentia and are further divided by what species they are! So, a lion would be a Felidae Theria, or just Lionfolk, for the sake of simplicity!

Hybrid Theria like ligers, wolfdogs, etc. do exist, they're often referred to as either or (in the case of the wolfdog, they'd be either Dogfolk or Wolffolk, however they prefer) or just their main classification (a Canidae hybrid). Hybrids like cat-dogs don't exist.

Okay, back to Beetle and Butterfly!

Beetle and Butterfly, commonly called The Twins in the Bronze Tower Guild, are defined by just how in sync they are. Alone, they are formidable opponents. Beetle can hear an enemy coming from a mile away, while Butterfly's mech enhancements are hard to overcome. Together, they cover each other's weaknesses and turn their unity into a strength that can not be beat.

Beetle - Master of Traditional Combat

Beetle Ratfoot is the oldest of the two, born two years before her brother. At a young age, a bout of illness left her blind on both eyes, forcing her to develop her hearing to compensate for the loss of sight. When she was only 10, she enrolled into the Solarian Guild Academy and developed a unique fighting style that helped her hone her skills. Using a modified flail weapon, she uses the heavy, hollow balls on both ends as a sonar, sending soundwaves all around her before triangulating an opponent's location. At 28, she is a master in her skill, even able to passively use her sonar hearing by clicking or chattering.

Her main strength can also be a weakness, as too much audio input can leave her dazed and confused and thus vulnerable to attack.

Outside of combat, Beetle is a cat of few words, never saying more than she needs to and always analyzing the situation. That's not to say she's a serious person – quite the opposite. Beetle often assists Butterfly in harmless pranks and has gained a reputation as an enabler and petty thief. Rumor has it she was only admitted into the Bronze Tower Guild to keep her from breaking into the mess hall. It didn't work, the kitchen still reports shortages of fish and bird...

Other information:

Age: 28 years

Pronouns: She/Her; They/Them

Sexuality: Pansexual (Aromantic)

Gender Identity: Cisgender Woman

Height: 4ft 3 in (~1.3m)

Weight: 82 lbs (~37.2kg)

DnD Class: Fighter

Human equivalent: New Zealand - Maori

Defining Markings: Dyed white stripes on ears, head

Butterfly Ratfoot - Mechanical Extraordinare

Butterfly was born deaf in one ear, with the other ear gradually losing its hearing over time. An inquisitive child, he once snuck into a Dwarf's mecha shop and built a small automaton all on his own. When he was 8, his sister joined the Solarian Guild Academy, and while he was too young to enroll, he auditioned alongside his sister, showing off that very automaton he built all those years ago. His skills impressed the Academy's Forgemaster, and he was admitted early under special circumstances. At first, he tried to find ways to replace his ears but then specialized into expanding his eyes. At 26 years of age, Butterfly is an expert technician, using drones and nano-tech to essentially create a suit of armor around his entire body. Nicknamed The Swarm, his nanobots sit underneath his fur, vibrating whenever danger is near and shooting out to form a defensive shield. Butterfly controls The Swarm through a neural chip on the back of his neck, using them in unique ways inside and out of combat.

His main weakness is the loss of his neural interface, and a direct hit from an electromagnetic pulse could leave him incapacitated for a long time.

Outside of combat, Butterfly is boisterous and full of ideas, constantly seeking adventure and excitement. That's not to say he's reckless. He is a master of analysis and planning but is often distracted by small things and obsesses over insignificant details. He was admitted to the Bronze Tower Guild alongside his sister, perhaps as a way to keep her in check. Instead, the Guild realized they were a little over their heads... Butterfly was the master planner of the duo.

Other information:

Age: 26 years

Pronouns: Any

Sexuality: Gay

Gender identity: Transgender man

Height: 4 ft 5 in (~1.3m)

Weight: 93 lbs (42.2kg) [yeah, he's a chunky boy]

DnD Class: Artificier

Human Equivalent: New Zealander - Maori

Fun fact: Each of them wear something that reminds them of their sibling. Beetle an orange bandana, Butterfly a blue ribbon.

Picrew Used: Felidaze Cool Cat Creator

[houseofmuzes]

✧───𝐁𝐈𝐎𝐆𝐑𝐀𝐏𝐇𝐈𝐂𝐀𝐋 𝐈𝐍𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐌𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 

𝑜𝑓

[𝐃𝐄𝐒𝐈𝐆𝐍𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍]

𝐍𝐚𝐦𝐞: Florence Rose Dowling

𝐍𝐢𝐜𝐤𝐧𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐬: Flo, Angel. She-devil, asshole. Sweetheart, General Dowling. Babygirl ( by Farah) mum, sissy.

𝐀𝐥𝐢𝐚𝐬(𝐞𝐬): General Dowling, Miss.Dowling.

𝐏𝐫𝐨𝐧𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐬: She/Her

[𝐏𝐄𝐑𝐒𝐎𝐍𝐀𝐋]

𝐒𝐞𝐱: female

𝐅𝐚𝐭𝐞: undetermined

𝐁𝐢𝐫𝐭𝐡𝐝𝐚𝐭𝐞: August 17, 1993

Age: 29 ( depends on Rp)

𝐋𝐨𝐜𝐤𝐬: Dark Brown

𝐂𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐱𝐢𝐨𝐧: light tan

𝐅𝐢𝐠𝐮𝐫𝐞: curvy, thin , with light muscles

𝐒𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞: 5’8

𝐑𝐞𝐬𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞s: Alfea

[𝐅𝐀𝐌𝐈𝐋𝐘]

𝐅𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫: Saul Silva

𝐌𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫: Farah Dowling

𝐒𝐢𝐛𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: Twin sister Fiona Emilia Dowling ( deceased)

Half sister Musa.

𝐎𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫: Florence is a Teacher at alfea, as well as a Co-Headmistress, and an ex army general of the Solarian army, she recently discovered her mind Fairy abilities. She loves her little sister Musa more than anything, she would die for her. Even though she wasn’t in Musa’s life all the time, she made sure her sister had money for school and signed slips for musa’s field trips growing up. Florence gained custody of Musa at 18, then retired from the army at 25 to raise her sister.

Florence is Blooms mother, she had bloom at sixteen. Then Rosalind took her from Florence and her bonded Fairy Piper, as Florence was trained as a specialist and was forced to suppress her powers. Florence was manipulated by Rosalind at a young age, which caused a strain in Florence and Farrah’s mother daughter relationship. Florence’s partner Piper was killed by Rosalind.

𝐂𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐚𝐧𝐢𝐨𝐧: Her best friend Piper

[𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐀𝐍𝐓𝐈𝐂𝐒]

𝐒𝐢𝐠𝐧𝐢𝐟𝐢𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫: Piper ( deceased, but alive in different Au’s )

𝐒𝐞𝐱𝐮𝐚𝐥 𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧: polysexual

[𝐀𝐃𝐌𝐈𝐍 𝐈𝐍𝐅𝐎]

𝐏𝐞𝐧 𝐍𝐚𝐦𝐞: Rhiannon or Rhia

𝐓𝐢𝐦𝐞 𝐙𝐨𝐧𝐞: Central Daylight time (GMT-5)

𝐖𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐬𝐭𝐲𝐥𝐞: Literate

𝐅𝐚𝐜𝐞𝐜𝐥𝐚𝐢𝐦: young Emily ‘Eve’ Best. (couldn’t find photo of her around twenty)

𝐔𝐧𝐢𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐞: Fate of the Winx

[lady-wren-of-tella]

The third was known as the Waking Gardens(no Eosian name has been found), and it was the courtyard of a Solarian official, likely someone pretty affluent and higher up in the social order. The gardens were massive, containing a menagerie of flowers and plants from all around the planet, even as far off as Tria. But the plants were not the main attraction here. The statues were. Notably the two colossal statues of the Twins, with some statues of the minor constellations all around the gardens. There's even a fully recreated battle scene, with the finest detail down to the scratches in the general's armor. The entire thing was ransacked when the revolts and war struck the kingdom, the official's servants and maids rebelled against their master, destroying the gardens in protest. Most of the statues were destroyed. But there is hope, for historians managed to dig up one of the heads of the Twins, and there are plans to reconstruct the gardens, as since the blueprints used to build it have also been uncovered. -boba/lori

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*foaming at the mouth 9/pos) bc your worldbuilding lore is just so fucking cool omg*

[moonjellybeans]

Welp, I did it!

Lunarion and Solarion are obviously not identical twins, and Solarion (priest) feels more community with the Forsaken than the other Blood Elves.

(and I'm notoriously bad for interchanging the spellings between Solarian and Solarion, but I might keep it with the "o" so it mirrors Lunarion's name)

[full-moon-phoenix]

whats the deal with your star vs ocs?

Thanks for asking! Here's the ones I have for my Disgrace Au:

Juno Sagina: The former wife of Jester Cross and mother of Festivia. Formerly a Solarian Warrior, she resented her oath to Solaria and the negative effects her powers were having on her mind. She denounced her kingdom completely when she fell in love with Solaria's killer, a Septarian named Jester Cross, and helped him escape his containment. They fled Mewni together, and though she was already pregnant with Festivia when they left, she named Jester the father once they were married. Unfortunately, Juno would eventually be blackmailed by the Magic High Commission into giving Festivia to them, and out of grief she would flee to the Realm of Magic and disappear for ages.

Marza Butterfly: The innovative necromancer daughter of Star and Marco. Born in an alternate timeline where Moon succeeded in usurping Eclipsa and ruled Mewni with an iron fist. Moon's strict leadership sparked a chain of events that led to Marco's death and an angry, heartbroken Star fleeing Mewni. This led Marza to despise her grandmother and make it her life's goal to usurp her.

Corona Cross: The quiet but determined daughter of Star and Marco. Born in the main timeline, in a future where more portals are open than ever before and magic is cast through weak but effective charms, Corona seeks to reform the High Commission for the purpose of overseeing law and order throughout the univere instead this time instead of the power of magic.

Kefka Disastervayne: The spunky cybernetic enhancer and biochemist aunt of Rasticore. She and her twin brother had to scrounge for scraps when they were children, leading to her coming up with creative and innovative ways to get money and food. Among these things were whistles which mimicked animal calls, one of which was even made solely to instill fear in any Mewman. When she grew up, she started inventing cybernetic enhancements and physical implants for her fellow Septarians. She eventually took in her hybrid nephew when he was disowned by both his father and his Mewman mother.

Florence Lyndwyrm: The cutthroat Septarian manager of Crossover Corp. When Jester Cross built up his business of creating bootlegged dimensional scissors for Monsters, he hired Lyndwyrm for her seriousness and determination, but also for her vicious, no-nonsense attitude towards work and life. She's planning to stab him in the back and take the corporation for herself, but he knows and is prepared. But she knows he knows.

Howlite, Gossamer, Neighla, Powehi, and Ründeth: The Charmed Ones. Just underneath Glossaryck, they're the closest things to gods in this universe. In order of names, they oversee familial bonds, magic and charms, inter-dimensional travel, space-time, and life.

[stingslikeabee]

Okamura turned excitedly to face the door to the Queen's rooms as Melissa exited. She smiled broadly, hands reaching for her friend's arm. There was a wholly mischievous look to her ― from the particular glimmer in her eye to the curve of her smile ( both of which her beloved Shun had longed ago learned to love and fear ). Okamura giggled, drawing Melissa down the hall with her.

"I know this is the day after your birthday, monaka, but now it's time for my gift to you," the blonde purred quietly, fingers tightening around Melissa's sleeve affectionately. "Your schedule is entirely empty all of the sudden, and our husbands have agreed to take care of the babies in our stead. ― mm, with a guiding hand from an old lion and the twins, of course." Okamura chuckled. Her youngest, Isa, was nearly two ; precious little Hikari, the latest addition to the families' broods, was four months old.

The Lady guided her Queen outside one of the palace's side entrances and down into the lawn. She shooed away any servants or aides that came to assist the pair until they were finally alone. In the shade provided by a small orchard was arranged a covering of blankets and other accessories. Okamura spun around to the front of Melissa to face her, hands entwined with the monarch's, as she walked them toward the scene she established this morning.

"Do you remember, monaka? When my father's lessons would get so dull for too many days in a row that I would persuade you to run away with me? With strawberry tarts and and our fairy tale books . . . we stayed out for hours."

Okamura invited Melissa to sit with her and gestured to the things she brought. The unmistakable, fruity smell betrayed the aforementioned sweets ( made earlier by the noblewoman herself ). There was fresh, cooled cream for the pastries ; bottles of amber - colored tea ; and a container of honey from the Queen's own bees. Next to the confections arranged in their ribbon - tied tins was an assortment of old letters and tomes : a collection of papers and memories from when they were young girls, gossiping into the pages of faded journals to one another.

"This is for you, monaka," Okamura explained, smoothing her skirts down. "You are a remarkable woman, Melissa, but you need a break. Consider this your gift : I've scared all of the palace away. The only people allowed to interrupt are our spouses, should your darling princess grow hungry. Relax, monaka ― and happy birthday."

unscripted asks - birthday edition! . always accepting

One of the palace’s many servants was accompanying the queen when she saw Okamura coming from across the hall - and that look was all it took for the monarch to raise an eyebrow with an expectant expression, giving the servant the pile of letters the brunette had been sorting while they walked and ordering the girl to go away to carry on with her duties. As soon as the blonde sequestered her arm and mentioned a birthday surprise, Melissa broke into a melodic, pleased laugh.

But of course she had - it wasn’t as if she believed her best friend to have forgotten and the queen had received many loving kisses and embraces during the intimate festivities that her right-hand had organized the day before. But in a way, Melissa had just assumed that the private gathering had been Okamura’s own way to show appreciation for the monarch, to give her time to celebrate and relax without a care in the world.

It turned out she was wrong - Okamura was just bidding her time to make something special and more extravagant, what wasn’t something unexpected of the Akarian lady. At the blonde’s declarations of how everything was taken care of for the day, the monarch did chuckle again, leaning closer into the steering arm with fondness. “Oh my, behaving children and husbands for an entire day! I wonder how many miracles the Goddess can pull off in a single day,” Melissa added with humor, knowing very well that her friend was working as the avatar of the main Solarian deity on that morning.

The royal followed the other woman with a curious air to her expression, but no fear - whatever Okamura had prepared, she knew it would be quite perfect. There was hardly anyone else she trusted nearly as much as she did the blonde by her side - her husband, sisters and children, but Okamura really was closer than a sister. A kindred soul, and Melissa would have accompanied her willingly anywhere, even if she needed to be deprived of sight or movement in the benefit of the surprise.

And just as she suspected - Okamura had prepared the greatest gift of them all. What was more precious to the ruler of a kingdom if not time? When one devoted all waking hours to others, it was easy to forget to care for the personal aspect. In this sense, Melissa was fortunate to have Daigo and a trusted inner circle, but no one could read her as well as the blonde hurricane who would undoubtedly have scared the entire royal residence into submission - frankly speaking, Okamura’s orders as head of the household was even more important than the queen’s own when it came to domestic aspects of the palace.

“You are most precious friend anyone could ever hope to have, mon coeur,” the royal declared, squeezing the hands of the other woman before taking her invitation to sit down over the blankets, only letting go of Okamura’s digits to pull her into a hug and then press a kiss to her forehead, a display of her affection for the Akarian noblewoman. Smiling at the younger female next, Melissa greedily reached for the old journals documenting their conversations of ages ago, and yet which felt like a day before from the moment she opened the faded, worn pages.

“Oh, I can’t believe you kept them all - we were terrible, Azumi!” she laughed next, finding the perfect echo in the way Okamura smiled mischievously at her. It was by no mistake they had grown to be such fast friends - otherwise isolated from society due to their position and expectations of the roles to be performed, it had been difficult to form genuine bonds with other girls of their age - and the vivid gossip documented there clearly showed it all.

“The baker’s boy! I remember him,” Melissa murmured, welcoming the silent invitation to lay over the blankets and have her head rest over Okamura’s lap. As a child, if left unchecked, the blond would frequently braid the queen’s hair, too - on that day, she settled for caressing and playing with the strands softly, but her blue eyes remained attentive on the childish scribbles that the monarch kept showing her, reviving their commentary from decades past. 

“We so believed him to be in love with you at the time - poor Shun would buy every single one of the treats in hopes they wouldn’t have enough to bring over to the castle later and yet he was only trying to win the favor of that lovely kitchen servant,” Melissa laughter was free, entirely amused - the type she reserved for closed quarters only and which was not befitting for a ruler, but for a girl with her best friend during an afternoon out? That was then immediately acceptable.

It had been the greatest gift ever - one not for the Queen of Solaris, but for Melissa; a lovely reminder that one did not need to abandon their truest selves even in face of duty as long as their loyal companions walked the same path.

[akiiyamashun]

Okamura kept a hand on her stomach as she walked toward her husband's office. Amid the hum of wartime preparations and daily calls for money, soldiers, and horses, the Queen's Head of the Household had started to notice she was gaining weight. She dismissed it at first. The stress of recent events, the strange spells of sickness she seemed to have suffered lately, her inclination to feel hungrier and eat more . . . there were several potential explanations as to why she was this bloated. Okamura waved it away with tight dresses and the choice to ignore her newfound condition. After all, they were all far too busy. It wasn't until her belly gradually firmed ( leading to her being forced to finally change into a looser gown this morning ) that Okamura started to wonder.

She nodded to the armed servant that opened Akiyama's door and announced her. Okamura left her own guards outside, hands balling into her flowing skirt to lift it over the threshold. Beau reached her husband ( a new husband, but an old love ) significantly faster. The lion went out of his way to be a nuisance, shoving his head into Akiyama's legs and demanding passage under the diplomat's desk and chair instead of going around. Okamura laughed softly as she approached. In a way, she was glad Beau's antics had kept Akiyama in his seat.

Okamura stopped at Akiyama's side. She drew him against her middle gently, fingers carding through his dark locks. Painted lips smiled down at him affectionately.

"I have something I need to tell you," she said quietly. "I had . . . suspicions about my health after you left this morning. So, I cancelled my dealings today and went to see the old women at the medical academy who are wise about these things." Okamura laced her hands behind his shoulders, giving him more room to look at her if he wished. "I'm . . . pregnant, Shun. They say I'm early still, but with how I've grown - it's likely two. Twins."

Okamura's smile deepened at the thought of him with little ones running after him. Playing with Beau. Hanging onto her dresses. With any other individual, images of such domesticity ( and the role of motherhood at all ) would have turned her stomach in disgust. However, he was different ; he soothed her ferocious heart like the warmth of a pleasant fire she could always return to. She loved him, loved that he had never dreamed of trimming her claws even when they were little and she spoke back to him defiantly, loved that he embraced her no matter how plain or dressed up she was. Because they were his, she could carry and love these children ( and any others to come ). Wild things like her with hearts of gold like his, she hoped.

"If Her Majesty does pull you to go with the campaign, you will return home to a family of three instead of one," Okamura teased. "The old women believe I have five or six months left."

unscripted asks . always accepting

It was unexpected to some, perhaps, how much Akiyama’s workload had increased following the deflagration of the open war between the Kingdom of Solaris and Koutetsujima. In a way, it would seem that diplomatic efforts had failed and that no other pathway was left but the one of brute force and hard power through confrontation - and yet, the concerns of most of the other countries in the realm flooded his desk with daily missives, most notably from his own homeland.

It was strange - born and raised in Akari but living for so long abroad, Akiyama struggled to sometimes remember he was no local citizen; just a foreigner, like many that would undoubtedly come through the borders after being displaced by war. And yet, his work was not preparatory for that crisis - he was managing the anxieties and fears of other rulers who did not see Solaris emerging as a new power with any benevolence.

After all, balance in the region had been precariously maintained thanks to a long-standing tradition of neutrality and self-preservation, often enforced by the reigning Solarian queens. Melissa had disrupted that, despite Akiyama’s counsel time and time again - but whatever little correspondence arrived from the battlefield were bitter pills to swallow; as impulsive as the current monarch was... Her right was in the right place.

All he could do to help was to ensure his own king would feel the same - and keeping the balance of the rest of the world intact was draining him more than he anticipated, because Akiyama only realized he was no longer alone among his quills, maps and paper when Beau found him, asking for attention as if his step-father had no other chores. It made the man smile, at any rate - to be promoted from favorite chew toy to an acceptable provider of treats and caresses was a welcome change.

But Akiyama’s focus evidently shifted to his wife shortly thereafter, even if one of his hands remained over Beau’s mane, absentmindedly playing with the soft fur and feeling all the tiredness from the past hours evaporate from merely gazing at Okamura. A romantic, many labeled him - and he was powerless to fight that claim; he really did feel like the stars themselves had manifested in a room whenever the blonde walked in.

The diplomat leaned easily into her touch, but the smile on his face started to gradually reduce as she narrated her journey during that morning. The idea that she was unwell and needing the assistance of the medics almost had him reaching for the blonde with frantic concern, but at the last part of the news, he went visibly still. However, that absence of movement was short lived - his jaw dropped next, eyes wide and hands indeed seeking Okamura, clinging to the fabric of her dress.

“Pregnant? With my children?” Akiyama asked, only to hear the words he had said himself and laugh, shaking his head; of course they were his - they had been each other’s first (and last, he hoped) loves. There was no one else, save from some old folklore or myth from Solaris, that could get his wife pregnant. The idea was so incredibly... Delightful. Akiyama Shun had always insisted and persisted with Okamura because he wanted her for more than just the occasional kiss or the hidden affair in some room - he wished to marry her, make the woman the happiest of them all on the planet, to have a numerous and beautiful family with her.

He had no idea they would be successful this early... But they hadn’t been wasting any time in trying following their nuptials, he supposed.

“Azumi... My love, I’m so happy for you - for us!”, he said at last, bringing the woman close with the hands that remained on her, his face just on the right level to meet her belly and gently kiss it, the gesture more symbolic than anything. The diplomat had no doubt that she would make a great mother - and he would endeavor to be the best father he could. Akiyama had not been blessed with that type of overflowing affection and community at his ancestral home, but he craved it. This was their chance - to make a family as they saw fit, free of the shackles of whatever Akarian tradition would have them do.

At the last words of his wife, however, Akiyama looked up - there was no way he would be pulled into the conflict, he imagined; he was not a national, and Melissa surely wouldn’t want her best friend and stand-in ruler to be alone during such an important period of her life, even more so by local religion. “I am not leaving your side, Azumi - I will move this office into our chambers if needed, but I will be there for each and every step. Her Majesty is off with that scoundrel, and that already limits my choices severely,” he complained, his ever-present distrust of Dojima Daigo a constant of his recent advice for the crown, “The wise women will grow tired of my face and voice, I am sure.”

He grinned then - and gently steered Okamura a step back so he had room to leave the chair, coming to his full height. He didn’t tower significantly over the blonde - but he nevertheless bowed his head to meet her for a kiss half-way, the touch gentle, sweet and also a promise: he meant each and every word. He would be her guiding light in the absence of her best friend and inseparable companion.

“I love you, Azumi - as well as our children,” he added, resting his forehead against hers for a moment and enjoying their proximity for as long as Beau would allow it, “We will be so happy together - I can feel it.”

[seroqueldreamer]

So recently, I redrew all of my Winx club OCs, A) bc they'd been shitty repaints done in MSpaint and B) I hadn't drawn them before.

So I decided to fuck around and draw them, with an addition. We never see how disabilities and disorders are handled in the universe of Winx. So, I took the time and researched to the best of my ability.

Brittany; Fairy of Lava — Civ. Form.

Brittany is from Domino, which is a completely seperate planet from Sparx where Bloom is queen. One of Brittany's legs is shorter than the other and she wears two different shoes to walk evenly. She also has ADHD! So she bunny hops from interest to interest.

Flor; Fairy of Flowers — Civ. Form.

Flor was born without her left hand and comes from a low-income family on Linphea, so they made the best with what was available, and Flor has learned to adapt, as magic and other things such as potion making, transfiguration, transmogrification, etc., are typically shown as needing both hands. Flor adapts to this, using her prosthetic as a conduit. I'm looking at this now and realizing my proportions are a bit off.

Taiana; Fairy of Numbers — Civ. Form

Taiana has Gastroparesis and requires and NGT or Nasal-Gastric Tube. Her stomach is paralyzed and she cannot eat a lot of food and makes due with an NGT. Taiana hails from Zenith and I'd imagine while the society is based in logic like the Vulcans from Star Trek, they still hold emotions, albeit at a much more neutral threshold. Taiana has been having a lot of different issues and it seems as though her treatments aren't working, so her parents are very frustrated and often Tecna must advocate for her student to continue receiving medical treatment that is in fact working, as she's receiving nutrients.

Melody; Fairy of Opera — Civ. Form

Melody has JLNS, which is a congenital heart condition that causes deafness. On top of this, she is blind, making her deaf blind. She wears sensor on her neck that vibrates when she's too close to something and risks bumping into it. She's not completely blind and has very, very limited vision even with the glasses. She's also one of the first new fairies to be born in Tir na nÓg. She's the youngest of her group of friends, but brilliant and uses a mix of BSL and Common Sign Language. I say BSL due to Tir na nÓg stemming from Celtic Mythos.

Alia; Fairy of Water — Civ. Form

Alia has hEDS and MFS — Hypermobile Ehler Danlos Syndrome and Marfans Syndrome. She is the daughter of Layla and Nabu, because I will forever maintain Nabu didn't die, he's just fucking comatose. On top of this, she's got Poliosis and Vitiligo. Neither from what I came across are super serious and is usually a lack of melanin creating the white spots. Due to her Marfans, she's under gone a few open heart surgeries to make sure her heart is able to produce enough blood, but she can't be as active as her mom, and it makes her feel inadequate, like she's not making her moms expectations.

Haley; Fairy of the 4 winds — Civ. Form

Haley has ASD, and is nonverbal. She uses synthetic tech magic to communicate, and her special interest are trolls. She finds them absolutely wonderful. Knut certainly doesn't complain and treats her well, usually answering all of her questions. Haley and her twin, Hawth are illegitimate heirs to the thrones of Solaria and Erakylon. Sky loves his daughters as does Stella, but due to their statuses in the eyes of Solarian and Erakylonion laws, they aren't supposed to receive any title, assistance, or recognition. Bloom typically helps, especially after Brandon was sent to the Omega dimension on... Permanent sentry duty. Haley is the illegitimate princess to Solaria.

Hawth; Fairy of Reality — Civ. Form.

Hawth, as previously mentioned, is the illegitimate heir to Eraklyon. Hawth also has DID, and I have done EXTENSIVE research into DID, as it's often highly misrepresented, I also have a friend who is a system and I did ask a bit about their experience and how to best portray it. So I hope it comes through in the next bit. Also before I begin, every system is different and Hawth's system is no different. As a singlet, I have no weight in any ongoing arguments surrounding discourse on DID. That out of the way, moving on.

Hawth and Haley are by-products of a... Scandal between Sky and Stella, thusly ending the ties between Solaria, Sparx, and Eraklyon. Hawth, specifically, was constantly terrorized by Brandon for years until the divorces were finalized between Stella and Brandon, and Bloom and Sky. Bloom loves the twins as though they're her own, but Brandon hates both of the twins. He's always bitter and rude, as they symbolize the betrayal of Stella and his best friend. Bloom is pissed with Stella and Sky, but also with Brandon. Sky adores his daughters with everything in his being and tries to be there for Hawth and their system when they're having PTSD attacks, but it's certainly hard because they don't like Sky. Or Stella. They blame both of them for what Brandon did to them. I wanted their power to feel like an extension of their D.I.D but not as a way to change or manipulate the outcomes of the past, but rather to manipulate space-time, because I was thinking of how my friend said D.I.D tries to continue to hide its existence, and I'd think Hawth would use their powers to hide any instance of their dis(order/ability) and appear as a neurotypical person, to not raise any alarms, while playing the role of caring older sibling to Haley, and masking almost 24/7, and their power helps with that, while as a consequence creating lapses in time and people's memories, to distort the fact that they're not "normal".

[wrenqueenisboss]

Heron chases the Twin Hounds across the sky, her wings cast an invisible shadow upon the ground. The plan comes to fruition, but when time comes for Guinevere to swing the dagger that was stolen from the palace’s artifact hall(said to be made from the one of the Twin’s teeth) she finds herself unable to.

Euphemia just looks so peaceful, so happy, standing there with her back turned picking flowers off the ground. The nail is driven further into the coffin when Euphemia gleefully places one in Guinevere’s hair. She just takes off running, taking the dagger with her; just as the palace guards reach them.

Running through the darkness, she makes the realization that not all Solarian citizens are as cruel as she was taught they were.

-🧋

MY HEARTTTTT

[atlasifyllm]

👩‍❤️‍👩 romance for the book genre ask game. :)

👩‍❤️‍👩: a relationship dynamic in your wip/s that you want to talk about

i wanna ramble about so much actually lmao

First off, there's Cobalt and Rina from SUL!

Originally they were really gonna be close, with Rina excusing Cobalt's dual identity shenanigans... but nah. I felt like that would've really undermined Rina as a human character so I decided to change that

But holy shit literally that ONE decision leading into being the entire backbone of Arc 2, where Rina outright joins a cult thinking she's been abandoned by everyone else and Cobalt wanting to STOP said cult to repent for his identity shenanigans...

I hope I can do justice to showcase how they get back together lmao

Now technically these are siblings and NOT romance but I do think they're important

More SUL ones, Callaina and Azureus + Taro/Tarum and Shion/Prima!

Cally and Azz are the only Paladins who see themselves as siblings, especially since all 8 of them were made by Iris, so they're super close

However, due to the inevitable "All the original Paladins die horrifically and get betrayed by people they trusted", Cally is actually the one to witness Azz "die". Not wanting to see her brother dead, she fuses her light energy with his and they become "Azure". Because of Azure being a mix of Cally's anxiety and Azz's final moments, Azure Paladins are always some sort of mentally fucked by embodying those. I consider them a lot like the myth of Castor and Pollux, in which only one sibling survives, so #God places them among the stars to be together for eternity

And the thing is? That works. The Cyan Paladin and Blue Paladin are never without one another, either as siblings or as another (healthier) "Azure"

But Tarum and Prima are the opposite

Tarum, originally "Taro", lived in an era where Lunarans and Solarians were very tense with one another. His sister, "Shion", was meant to be sort of Princess of their little "neutral territory" village, and Taro was always meant to be her bodyguard. However, when Shion becomes a Paladin, he's terrified of being abandoned because of how Shion becomes closer to a Lunaran; scandolous for a Solarian princess

But this fear turns into hatred, and he becomes fueled to destroy the Paladins just so he can have his sister back

But he loses.

He dies during this confrontation, and all he wants is his twin sister.

Shion pleads to Iris to bring him back, and she actually does; but as a Paladin. An ORIGINAL Paladin, one who's just a faulty simulacrum of what a human is. He barely ages, he can only eat and absorb light, and his entire body is no longer hueman. "Taro" is dead, and there is only "Tarum", the Indigo Paladin.

But Shion doesn't see him as an inhueman monster, because she knows and trusts that he's still her brother.

But he'll be stuck for eternity as a Paladin, and her name goes down in history as Prima Princeps Shion, the first ruler of the Hyperion Republic.

It destroys him how much he'll outlive all his friends, his family, his sister.

If Callaina and Azureus are united for all eternity, Tarum is cursed to be apart from Prima for the rest of his time as a Paladin.

[worldofetos]

house acheron of moorhollow, the highlands. “ever-risen, never-felled”

House Acheron is an ancient tiefling family located on the eastern steppes of Averon. The members of House Acheron are descended from Ser Attalus Acheron, one of the chief bannermen in Asterion Kingsbane’s revolt. They currently rule the region the mountainous region known as the Highlands from their ancestral castle, Moorhollow. Their house sigil is an eclipsed sun, and their ancestral weapon is a black adamantine warpick called Neverfell. Their house colors are a reddish-pink, black, and white.

House Acheron is one of the five great houses of Averon, and is one of the only noble houses among the Witan (the Kingdom of Averon’s assembly of nobles and lords) to have been a notable loyalist to Arrai Dynasty before the civil war. Despite being allowed to retain their status and extant holdings, House Acheron has suffered a significant fall from public grace due to their perceived sympathy to the prior dynasty.

The current head of House Acheron is Dalmatia Acheron (neé Capet), the 59 year-old widow of previous Achille Acheron. Dalmatia is a shrewd and stalwart matron to her family, and is a fierce supporter of the faith. She has worked in the past to establish a better reputation for her house in relation to the Medomai’s, most notably in fostering her youngest son, Alexios, in the capitol to be raised alongside then-crown prince Caspar. House Acheron also funded much of the crown’s efforts in the Great War, though that had significantly soured affer the fall of its previous head, Achille, at the Battle of Cambrai.

Current members of House Acheron include:

Dalmatia Acheron (neé Capet): 59, eldest daughter of an Acheron liege lord. Born in the March. Fiercely devoted to her family, but stoic in her expression.

Cyril Acheron: 64, younger brother of Achille. Serves as Castellan of Moorhollow. Helps Dalmatia in her role as head of house. Light-hearted and easy in laughter. A great swordsman and knight.

Atala Magnar (neé Acheron): 50, married into some noble family that serves House Acheron. Witty, worldly, and wandering. Has her own children (Avisa, Volo, and Clement Magnar) who are also generally close to the current Acherons. Is a twin.

Hector Acheron: 50, serves as a maester in Sol. Very little ties to the current family, kind of just does his thing.

Felix Acheron: 40, is acting lord of Moorhollow. Serves in his mother’s stead in the Witan. Married, but no heirs.

Atrius Acheron: 38, serves as a Knight-Cleric in Sol.

Alesia Durret (neé Acheron): 37, has three daughters. Married to a noble family near the capitol, is close with Alexios.

Alexios Acheron: 34. You know him.

The tea with this family is that despite their very public overtures towards supporting the Medomai’s, they could not give one single shit. Their old Averon, old Arraian purists, and they’re not quite fond of seeing an upstart Elvish family take over the royal seat for the first time in Averon history. I do mean what I say when I say that they are of the faith, though unlike [INSERT GREAT HOUSE OF THE MARCH] they are not tied by blood to any Solarian hierarch. I dunno, they’re kind of snooty, and absolutely praying on the downfall of House Medomai. Currently conspiring to overthrow the Medomai’s but shhhhhhggg.

[stevenu-lgbtq]

The left rutile twin is a demisexual demiboy, and the right twin is a bisexual solarian! (Requested by anonymous!)