#transformers a requiem for guardians

[drifting-falling-star]

Something TF lore headcanons something

So I basically created my own silly lil lore stuff for how new mechs are brought about and created. It's not much, but it's something. I'm putting it all under a cut. But feel free to send in questions about anything that comes up! This is a WIP, after all, so I will be occasionally going back and adding things/making changes.

-General Idea-

Upon a batch creation of sparklings, an event called the Batching (or Batchening if you wanna get silly about it,) a guardian will be waiting to choose one or several sparklings. Once one or more guardians have chosen a sparkling or more to take care of, the sparkling(s) officially becomes "under the name" of said guardian(s). This is an open-to-interpretation or an emergency contact type relationship, in which case the guardians and mechs can be seen as a parent/child relationship, an older/younger sibling relationship, or, arguably the most common, a mentor/apprentice relationship. When you take someone under your name, some paperwork needs to be filled out as soon as possible so the sparkling can be registered as an official citizen.

-Created Without A Guardian-

When batches of young mechs/sparklings are created by Cybertron (for whatever purpose or reasons it has) and crawl out of the Depths of Cybertron, they are usually greeted by mechs looking for apprentices. Or, as mentioned before, the mech is looking for a child to raise as their own, or a sibling to look after. Each time a new batch is ready to emerge from the Depths, this event draws in mechs of all kinds in the area to watch, although most mechs are there to find a sparkling to take under the name. Sometimes sparklings find their way into places that aren't expecting them, or there are too many younglings for the amount of mentors. Sure, there are systems and agencies formed to help support mechs without guardians, but they shouldn't be completely relying on these systems as not every system is for every young mech. They are flawed, and not every system is infallible. These include adoption agencies (talked about in Other Options) and pairing agencies.

Pairing agencies, like adoption agencies, are designed to help pair sparklings to a mech or family of mechs. What makes the agencies different, however, is that pairing agencies typically aim more toward mentors looking for apprentices and apprentices looking for mentors. They are just as popular as adoption agencies; it just depends on what you're looking for.

-Other Options-

While most mechs attend the Batchening, some cannot make it or choose not to go. There are, however, two (2) main options for those wishing for a sparkling: adopting or producing one. Adoption is as it says; the mech(s) that wish to be a guardian must file the proper paperwork when adopting. Producing one, while possible, isn't always 100% guaranteed. There is a ~70% that this method does not work. This is why you'll be told by other mechs that attending the Batchening event or going through an adoption agency is the best choice of action. Some, however, are willing to take that risk.

My thoughts say it doesn't matter what resources you have, everyone has that same 70% failure tied to them. High-wealth cities are built more around the larger batching area(s), while poorer cities are in the "worse" batching areas, meaning they may possibly have to make a journey to the nearest high-wealth city/city-state. But by "worse" that just means that there are few sparklings as compared to the high-wealth cities. You'll likely have to make a journey if you're in the "worst of the worst" areas where there's no access to a batching area at all.

Having more sparklings under your name is mainly a sign of wealth. It shows others that you have the funds and the resources to raise more than one, and having more than one is seen as a good thing…for those with the wealth and/or social status to do so.

-Being Removed From Being Under The Name-

While there are many reasons you can be put under the name of a guardian, there are just as many reasons you can be removed from being under the name. The most common reasons are: (1) the guardian(s) thinks you are ready to take care of yourself on your own or (2) your guardian doesn't want to or can't take of you (such as due to lack of funds.) If the sparkling is still young, such as fresh out of the Depths, to take them out from under the name, some paperwork must be filled out beforehand.

-Extra-

Sparklings are created gray at first to which they either develop color or paint themselves to express themselves. They are also created as mostly mature beings with no life experience. This would be the human equivalent of a teenager around 16 or 17 years old. But, if two (2) or more mechs manage to successfully produce a sparkling, the sparkling in question would be the human equivalent of a small child around 7 to 8 years old.

[magic-shop-stories]

Hey, this might be a little out there, so feel free to ignore it if it’s too much, but I just wanted to say that I absolutely adore your writing and I’m so grateful for all the stories you share! Thank you so much for all the inspiration!

So here’s my request:

I’d love to read a fantasy AU where BTS are immortal guardians of the cosmos, each tied to a different constellation. Their soulmates are mortals who have a starfragment embedded in their palm.

Imagine this: Jungkook, the mysterious guardian of the Orion Nebula, falls for a human astronomer who’s spent her life studying his stars—only to realize she’s his destined soulmate. But as her starfragment starts to fade he defies celestial laws and shares his immortality with her, unknowingly setting off a chain reaction that could destroy both of their worlds, causing a cosmic disaster.

It’s a little wild, but I think it would make for an epic story!

💌Reply:

Hi there! ✨️

First of all, THANK YOU so much for your kind words and for trusting me with such a unique and creative idea! Your request was absolutely NOT too much—in fact, it was such a joy to write! I loved diving into this cosmic fantasy world and exploring the dynamic between Jungkook and Lyra (I guess I'm not very creative choosing names), with all the celestial drama, angst, and fluff that came with it. The concept of immortal guardians, star fragments, and forbidden love was so inspiring...

I hope the story I wrote captured the epic, emotional, and otherworldly vibe you were imagining! If there’s anything you’d like adjusted or expanded, just let me know—I’m always happy to tweak things to make it perfect for you.

Thank you again for such a creative and heartfelt request. It was truly a pleasure to bring your vision to life! ✨️💜

REQUEST NAME:

Nebula's Requiem

↳ Jungkook x f!OC Lyra (Soulmates); Fantasy AU, Angst with Fluff, Cosmic Romance

Rating: G maybe T (I'm bad at this and read too much stuff when I was too young so you better don't trust me)

Word Count: ~ 4k

Genre: BTS AU, Cosmic Fantasy, Sci-Fi, Mythic Romance, Action, Found Family, Epic Battle, Emotional Whump

Warnings: Intense action sequences, strong language, near-death experiences, existential horror, celestial body destruction, transformation trauma, godly devotion, cryptic foreshadowing.

Pairings: Jungkook × f!OC (Lyra) – Godlike Devotion, Fated Bond, Mythic Romance

Featuring: Taehyung as the chaotic Pleiades guardian, Yoongi as the stoic black hole keeper, and Jimin as the dazzling Andromeda protector. Celestial warlords, space-time anomalies, divine power struggles, supernova awakenings, galaxy-shattering battles, sarcastic Yoongi wisdom, Taehyung’s chaotic brilliance, Jimin’s flamboyant mischief, and Jungkook as a relentless force of cosmic love.

The abandoned Seoul observatory crouched atop its hill like a skeletal beast, its domed roof long stripped of copper, its telescopes rusted sentinels pointing blindly at the sky. Dr. Lyra Han’s boots crunched over shattered glass as she navigated the decay, her breath crystallizing in the subzero air. She came here every new moon, when light pollution dimmed enough to glimpse the truth—the Orion Nebula, bleeding crimson and gold through the observatory’s fractured dome. Tonight, its glow pulsed like a wounded heart.

Her gloved hand trembled as she adjusted the radio telescope, its gears shrieking in protest. Static crackled through her headphones, then...

Hiss

Click

Voice

...not her own.

Lyra froze. The frequency wasn’t hers. It wasn’t human. The voice wove through the static like smoke, low and resonant, speaking in no language yet understood by her bones. She’d heard it for months now, always when the nebula swelled brightest. Tonight, she’d record it. Prove she wasn’t hallucinating.

“Just… a few more adjustments,” she muttered, scribbling equations on the frosted windowpane with a half-frozen marker. Her breath fogged the glass, her left palm—always unnaturally warm—pressed against it for stability. The star-shaped scar there itched, as it did whenever the nebula flared.

Jungkook had not risen from his throne in three mortal decades.

Why would he? His realm was a graveyard. The Orion Nebula coiled around him, its once-vibrant gases now sluggish and dim, chained to his obsidian throne by filaments of dying light. His brethren called it a cage, and he its warden. They did not know it was his penitence.

But her voice...

It pierced the silence like a comet. Crackling through the radio waves, soft and stubborn, a mortal woman dissecting his prison with equations sharper than celestial steel.

“The Orion Nebula isn’t just a nursery for stars,” she’d murmured weeks ago, her words etching themselves into the throne’s armrests. “It’s a requiem. Something here is… grieving.”

Jungkook’s hand spasmed, fracturing the throne’s arm. Grieving. Grieving. How dare she...

He materialized in her realm in a storm of nebula dust.

Lyra didn’t hear him arrive.

She felt it.

The air thickened, tasting of ozone and burnt cinnamon. The radio static sharpened into a scream, then silence. When she turned, he stood haloed in the nebula’s bloody light—a figure carved from shadow and starfire.

His skin was not skin but a living tapestry of constellations, their patterns shifting like restless serpents beneath the surface. Hair as black as event horizons fell to his waist, threaded with filaments of gold that pulsed in time with the scar on her palm. His eyes—gods, his eyes—were twin supernovae, white-hot cores ringed with dying stars.

He wore armor forged from the remnants of collapsed suns, jagged and iridescent, and a cloak that billowed not with wind but with the gravitational pull of unseen worlds.

Lyra stumbled back, her hip striking the telescope’s edge. Hallucination. Sleep deprivation. Hypothermia. Her scientific mantras dissolved as he spoke.

“You are wrong.”

His voice was the death rattle of a star—a basso profundo that vibrated her teeth, layered with echoes of a thousand collapsing worlds. The observatory trembled, dust raining from the ceiling.

Lyra’s gloves slipped as she gripped the windowsill. “Wh-what—”

“It is not a requiem.” He glided forward, boots leaving scorch marks on the rotting floorboards. The nebula’s light bent around him, as though spacetime itself recoiled. “It is a cage.”

Her scar burned. She ripped off her glove without thinking.

The starfragment embedded in her palm—a shard of cobalt light she’d borne since birth—flared violently. Jungkook froze.

“You.” The supernovae in his eyes dimmed to embers. “You carry… my sorrow.”

Lyra’s knees buckled. The scar was reacting, tendrils of light snaking up her wrist. “What are you?!”

He did not answer. His armored hand hovered over hers, close enough that her skin blistered from the heat. The starfragment screamed—a sound only she could hear—and suddenly, she saw

A throne of blackened starlight.

Jungkook, younger but no less ancient, weeping diamonds as he shattered a star with bare hands.

A nebula screaming as chains of light cinched around its heart.

Her own infant fist, closing around a shard of celestial debris.

A voice -his voice- howling across the cosmos: “Forgive me "

Lyra wrenched back, gasping. “N-no. This isn’t—I don’t—”

Jungkook’s face contorted, the constellations beneath his skin roiling like storm clouds. “You should not see. You should not be."

“Be what?!”

“Mine.”

The admission detonated between them. The radio telescope exploded in a shower of sparks. Lyra screamed, shielding her face, but when the debris cleared...

He was gone.

Only the scar’s afterglow remained, throbbing in time with the nebula’s wounded pulse.

Lyra’s apartment was a cathedral of chaos. Star charts papered the walls, equations scrawled in red ink bleeding over coffee stains. Her telescope pointed defiantly at the boarded-up window, and her kitchen—now a warzone of half-empty ramyeon cups—still smoldered from Jungkook’s abrupt departure. She’d spent hours scrubbing scorch marks from the floor, her starfragment throbbing like a second heartbeat.

It’s not real, she told herself, scalding her tongue on bitter tea. A stress-induced hallucination. Sleep deprivation.

Then the ceiling screamed.

The black hole tore through her apartment like divine vandalism.

One moment, Lyra was glaring at her starfragment—now dimmer, smaller —and the next, spacetime itself ruptured above her stove. The air curdled, condensing into a singularity no wider than a dinner plate, yet radiating gravitational malice. Dishes levitated, her textbooks shredded into confetti, and the microwave imploded with a metallic shriek.

From the void emerged a figure wreathed in dying starlight.

Taehyung, Guardian of the Pleiades, tumbled onto her linoleum floor in a cascade of supernova debris. His cloak—woven not from feathers but from the souls of extinct stars—billowed with phantom winds, its fabric shimmering with the trapped light of a thousand dead galaxies. His hair, a nebula incarnate, shifted from violet to ultraviolet as he laughed, shaking comet dust from his brow.

“Apologies for the mess, mortal!” His voice was a symphony of chaos, notes clashing like colliding asteroids. “Black hole shortcuts are… unrefined.”

Lyra staggered back, her spine hitting the fridge. Another hallucination. Worse this time.

But the stranger’s eyes pinned her—one pupil a spiraling galaxy, the other a pulsing quasar. His grin sharpened. “Ah. You’re the reason Kookie’s been moping for eons.”

Jungkook materialized in a supernova’s afterglow, his armor crackling with contained fury. “Taehyung.”

The Pleiades guardian waved a hand, and Lyra’s toaster erupted into a miniature supernova. “Miss me, Orion?”

“You violate celestial law.” Jungkook’s throne-scarred hands flexed, nebulae churning in his palms. “The mortal realm is forbidden.”

“Says the god who branded his soulmate.” Taehyung flicked a finger, and the floating ramyeon cups aligned into a scale model of the Solar System. “Adorable, isn’t she? All fragile bones and borrowed time.”

Lyra’s breath hitched. “Soulmate?”

Jungkook’s gaze snapped to her—a supernova’s glare. “Silence."

“Oh, let’s not.” Taehyung levitated onto her countertop, legs swinging like a child’s. His boots were soled with dying white dwarfs, their light leaching into her tiles. “See, darling, that pretty shard in your palm?” He pointed to her starfragment, now flickering erratically. “It’s a piece of his prison. Which means...”

“Enough.” Jungkook lunged, but Taehyung dissolved into stardust, reappearing behind Lyra.

“...you’re bound to his suffering. And dying because of it.”

Lyra’s vision tunneled. The room tilted.

Taehyung’s hand—cold as the interstellar void—closed over her wrist. Her starfragment screamed, projecting holograms of Jungkook’s throne, the nebula’s chains, her own infant face bathed in celestial fire.

“Your mortal coil can’t contain cosmic grief,” Taehyung murmured, almost gentle. “His sorrow is killing you.”

Jungkook stood frozen, his constellation-kissed skin gone ashen. The Pleiades guardian laughed bitterly.

“Look at him! The mighty Orion, who shattered stars to build his cage. Now he’d let you die to keep his hands clean.”

Lyra wrenched free, her scar searing. “Stop—stop talking like I’m not here”

Silence.

Taehyung tilted his head. Jungkook’s fists clenched, neutronium armor groaning.

“You… feel nothing?” The Pleiades guardian drifted closer, galaxies swirling in his irises. “No cosmic pull? No recognition?”

Her laugh bordered on hysterical. “I’m a radio astronomer who hallucinates gods! What do you want me to..."

Jungkook moved.

One heartbeat, he stood across the room. The next, his hand—incandescent with dying stars—cradled her jaw.

“Look,” he commanded.

And she saw.

Scenes flashed...

A younger Jungkook, golden and laughing, weaving nebulae with Taehyung.

A council of gods sentencing him for crimes unnamed.

His hands, trembling as he carves a shard from his own nebula.

A newborn’s cry—Lyra’s first breath—as the starfragment grafts to her soul.

Centuries of watching, yearning, as her mortal life flickers like a guttering candle.

Lyra recoiled, tears boiling as they fell. “You… stole part of your prison. Put it in me. Why?”

Jungkook’s hand fell. "To remember.”

“To remember what?”

“That destruction is not all I am.”

Taehyung snorted. “Poetic. Now fix it.” He tossed Jungkook a jar brimming with stolen galaxy cores—primordial energy sources banned by celestial decree. “Share your immortality. Break the bond.”

Jungkook stared at the cores, their light refracting in his eyes. "The cost...”

“...is worth paying.” Taehyung’s levity vanished. “Or would you let her die a martyr to your pride?”

Lyra’s knees gave out. She slid down the fridge, staring at her dimming starfragment. “I’m… really dying?”

Jungkook’s silence was the answer that shattered her world.

The Cosmic Vault existed outside spacetime, a fortress carved into the ergosphere of a rotating black hole. Its walls were forged from quantum paradoxes—every step Lyra took fractured into infinite possibilities. To her left, a version of herself aged into dust. To her right, she became a god. Jungkook gripped her elbow, anchoring her to the present.

“Do not look. Do not think.” His voice was strained, the constellations beneath his skin fraying at the edges. "Mortals unravel here.”

“Too late,” Lyra muttered, her starfragment pulsing like a Geiger counter. The vault’s aura reeked of static and forgotten graves.

Taehyung materialized ahead, juggling three miniature neutron stars. “Remind me why I'm the distraction?”

“Because you’re expendable,” Yoongi said, emerging from the shadows like a wraith.

Yoongi, Guardian of Black Holes, was a study in controlled annihilation.

His armor was simpler than Jungkook’s—obsidian plates smoothed by aeons of gravitational erosion, their surface devouring light. His eyes, hidden behind visors of collapsed spacetime, glowed faintly with Hawking radiation. The gauntlets on his hands were twin singularities, humming with entropy.

“This,” Yoongi said, activating his gauntlets, “is why I hate poets.” The black holes whirred, unraveling the vault’s lock—a mechanism built from contradictions. “Sharing immortality? Might as well piss on the laws of thermodynamics.”

Lyra frowned. “But you’re helping.”

Yoongi didn’t glance up. “Taehyung owes me five hundred supermassive black holes. And Jungkook…” His gauntlets sparked, fracturing reality. “…deserves a second chance. Even if he’s an idiot.”

Jungkook’s jaw tightened but he said nothing.

The vault door split with a scream.

Inside, the Font of Eternity churned—a liquid star contained within a cage of gravitational ropes. Its light was alive, lashing against the bonds like a caged animal. The air thrummed with the screams of every mortal who’d ever begged for forever.

Lyra gagged. “It’s… sentient?”

“It is a compacted timeline,”Jungkook said, stepping forward. “Every drop contains a million potential eternities.”

Yoongi crossed his arms. “Touch it, and those eternities become your problem. You ready to babysit entropy, princess?”

“Don’t call me...”

“...Focus,” Jungkook snapped. He unsheathed his dagger, its blade forged from the last light of a dying universe. “The bond must be severed at the quantum level. Lyra—your hand.”

She hesitated. The scar ached, whispering of Jungkook’s grief, his rage, his regret.

“What happens to you?”

“Irrelevant.”

“Liar,” Yoongi muttered.

Taehyung’s voice crackled through their comms a nebula fragment stuck in Lyra’s ear. “Enforcer drones incoming! Kindly hurry with the cosmic felony!”

Jungkook sliced his palm, letting godblood—thick and iridescent—drip into the Font. The liquid star hissed, morphing into a vortex of screaming faces.

“Now,” he ordered.

Lyra pressed her starfragment to the Font. Agony erupted—a supernova in her veins. The scar unfolded, tendrils of light fusing with the liquid eternity.

Yoongi cursed. “Her mortal frame can’t stabilize the merge! Jungkook, you idiot...”

“Hold. Steady.”Jungkook gripped Lyra’s shoulders, his eyes bleeding starlight. “You are not small. You are infinite!"

The Font erupted.

Lyra’s scream echoed through paradox walls.

Her body flickered—mortal, immortal,

other. The vault trembled, quantum walls fracturing. Yoongi swore, black holes flaring as he fought to stabilize reality.

“Get her out!” he roared.

Jungkook reached for her, but the Font’s chains snapped. Liquid eternity flooded the vault, birthing and erasing civilizations in its wake.

Taehyung’s voice cut through the chaos. “Incoming Enforcers! And—oh hell—is that a class-9 supernova?!”

Lyra glimpsed it then—a detonation wave rippling through the cosmic fabric. Her starfragment ignited.

“Jungkook!”

He tackled her as the vault imploded.

The asteroid belt was a graveyard of dead planets, its debris field stretching into infinity—jagged rock and ice glinting under the faint glow of a dying star. Lyra’s breath fogged her helmet visor, her body tethered to Jungkook’s by a cord of braided starlight. Behind them, the Celestial Enforcers’ warships loomed like steel leviathans, their hulls etched with runes of obliteration.

“Stay close,” Jungkook ordered, his voice fraying at the edges. The nebula in his veins pulsed erratically, dimmed by the Font’s backlash.

Lyra gripped his armored forearm. “Why? Because you’ll vaporize me if I wander?”

His jaw tensed. “Because I cannot lose you again.”

The words hung between them, charged and fragile. Then...

A missile of condensed dark matter struck their flank.

Lyra’s tether snapped. She spun into the void, the Enforcers’ gravity nets closing in. Jungkook roared, diving after her, but the second missile detonated inside his chest.

The supernova ignited.

Lyra caught him.

Or he caught her.

Their lips met in the electric silence between explosions.

Jungkook’s kiss was superheated plasma, a fusion reactor contained in flesh. Lyra’s tasted of stolen stardust and mortal defiance. For a heartbeat, the cosmos stilled...

Then her starfragment detonated.

The shockwave tore through the asteroid belt, vaporizing rocks into primordial dust. Lyra’s scream crystallized into a symphony of creation as light birthed from her scar—a supernova contained in a mortal shell.

Jungkook shielded her with his body, his armor disintegrating. “Lyra—control it...”

“I can’t...”

“...You must.” His eyes bled starlight, hands cupping her face. “You are not destruction. You are dawn.”

Yoongi materialized in a maelstrom of fury, black hole gauntlets devouring Enforcer drones. “ROMANCE IS CATASTROPHIC!” He annihilated a moon-sized asteroid, its fragments forming a temporary shield. “Jungkook! Contain your apocalyptic girlfriend!”

Lyra, half-blind with supernova energy, stumbled into a floating debris field. Her veins glowed like magma fissures, every exhale scattering starseed.

“Darling! Catch!”

Jimin’s voice. Then—weapons.

The Andromeda Stardust Nunchucks spun toward her, each chain forged from the galaxy’s spiral arms, their handles inlaid with pulsar cores. She grabbed them, and the universe sang.

“Flick the wrist!”Jimin called, his lithe form dancing across an asteroid in robes of living auroras. “Stardust is a language—speak it!”

Lyra swung. The nunchucks left comet trails, their impact rippling spacetime. A meteor shattered into glittering sapphire shards.

“Jealous?!” she taunted Yoongi, dodging an entropy beam.

He atomized a drone with a snarl. “Of what? Your impending supernova-induced death?”

Jungkook fought like a god unshackled.

Nebula tendrils lashed from his fingertips, binding Enforcer ships in cosmic vines. His blood—now liquid starlight—dripped into the void, crystallizing into black-hole daggers. But his gaze never left Lyra, a supernova blazing through her mortal frame.

“Kookie!” Taehyung’s comet skidded to a halt, Pleiades cloak singed. He hurled a galaxy core grenade, its detonation birthing a temporary star. “She’s not dying—she’s evolving!”

Jungkook froze. “What?”

“The starfragment wasn’t a leash—it was a cocoon!” Taehyung ducked an ion blast, grinning manically. “Her mortality was a lie! She’s the universe’s reset button—a primordial supernova!”

Lyra’s nunchucks faltered. Memories flooded her—not hers. Ancient ones...

A cosmos before light.

A council of gods fearing a power that could unmake them.

Her soul, forged in the first supernova, sealed into human flesh.

Jungkook, unknowingly binding her to his heart to protect her.

“No…” She gripped her head, supernova energy scorching her helmet. “I’m not—I’m not human?”

Jungkook reached her as the energy peaked. “You are Lyra.” He tore off her melting visor, forehead pressed to hers. “That is all that matters.”

The Enforcer flagship fired.

Yoongi intercepted the blast.

His black holes collapsed into a singularity shield, muscles straining as spacetime itself screamed. “Hurry!”

Taehyung tossed Lyra a galaxy core. “Take this!”

“What?”

“JUST DO IT!”

She swallowed the core.

The supernova erupted and shifted...

Lyra’s scream was not a sound but a rupture —a fissure in the fabric of spacetime that echoed with the agony of dying stars. Her body hovered at the epicenter of her own annihilation, limbs contorted as supernova energy ravaged her mortal shell. Skin crystallized into diamond fractals, hair unraveling into solar flares that scorched the asteroid belt to glass. The Enforcers’ warships disintegrated, their crews reduced to ash-motes singing requiems only she could hear.

Jungkook lunged through the inferno, his nebula armor sloughing off in molten ribbons. Beneath it, his true form flickered—a skeletal constellation, ribs cracked from eons of grief, eyes hollow supernovae. He crashed into her, their bodies skidding across a disintegrating asteroid.

“Lyra!" His voice was raw, bleeding stardust. “Anchor yourself! The power is yours—it does not own you!”

She clawed at her throat, veins pulsing with primordial fire. “It’s—too much...”

“You are more.” He cradled her face, thumbs smearing iridescent tears. “You are the dawn that outshines the dark.”

Their second kiss was not a collision but a symphony.

Jungkook’s lips burned with the desperation of a god who’d forgotten mercy. Lyra’s tasted of supernova ash and human defiance—salt, iron, and the faintest trace of peppermint chapstick. Where their mouths met, reality bloomed.

The supernova imploded.

Then... silence.

A newborn star ignited between them, its core a swirling helix of mortal DNA and celestial fire. Light rippled outward, mending shattered asteroids into delicate rings, repainting the Orion Nebula in hues of amethyst and gold. The Enforcers’ ashes coalesced into butterflies of condensed stardust, their wings whispering apologies as they scattered.

Lyra gasped, her crystallized skin softening into flesh. The starfragment scar now blazed as a constellation across her collarbone—Orion’s belt fused with a supernova’s heart.

“Jungkook…” She stared at the star, their star, orbiting them in lazy spirals. “What did we do?”

He laughed—a sound like nebulas relearning joy. “What you were born to do.”

Taehyung emerged from a supernova’s debris cloud, his Pleiades cloak now mostly scorched. “Dibs on naming the star!” He lobbed a galaxy core at Yoongi, who vaporized it mid-air. “Lyra’s Folly? Jungkook’s Redemption Arc? Sparkles McSparkleface...?”

Yoongi sat atop a black hole singularity, massaging his gauntlet-singed wrist. His visor was cracked, revealing eyes like event horizons—endlessly patient, endlessly exhausted. “Name it ‘Regret’ so I can christen it with your funeral.”

Jimin descended from Andromeda’s spiral arm on a comet, robes billowing with bioluminescent nebulae. His hair shimmered with stolen quasar light, and his smile could’ve jumpstarted dead stars. “A performance worthy of encores!” He tossed Lyra a thermos of liquid starlight. “Drink, darling. Supernova hangovers are brutal..."

Lyra sipped, warmth flooding her veins. “Why does this taste like… ramyeon broth?”

Jimin winked. “Andromeda’s secret recipe.”

Jungkook traced Lyra’s new constellation scar, his touch featherlight. “The council will come for you. For us.”

She leaned into him, their star nestled in her palm like a firefly. “Let them.”

Taehyung snorted. “Oh, they’ll try. But between your apocalyptic snogging and Yoongi’s chronic grumpiness...”

“...I will erase you,” Yoongi said mildly, summoning a black hole.

Lyra laughed, the sound harmonizing with the star’s hum. For the first time, her soul felt aligned—no longer a mortal borrowing time, but a cosmic equation balanced.

Jungkook pressed his forehead to hers, their breaths syncing. “You are stardust and supernova. Mine.”

“Yours,” she agreed. “But not only yours.”

Their star pulsed, casting shadows that danced like promises.

The Orion Nebula no longer wept.

Where chains of dying starlight once strangled its core, new stars now pulsed in rhythmic constellations, their light harmonizing into a symphony that echoed across the cosmos. Jungkook’s throne had been dismantled, its fossilized starlight repurposed into bridges that arched over nebula rivers, their waters singing with the memories of liberated suns.

Lyra walked those bridges often, her boots leaving trails of bioluminescent moss. The supernova tattoo across her collarbone shimmered with every step, its light fractalizing into miniature galaxies that drifted like fireflies. Jungkook trailed behind her, quieter now, his hands weaving stardust into intricate braids for her hair—each one a protective charm, a silent apology, a love letter written in celestial geometry.

“You don’t have to follow me,” she said one dawn-cycle, catching his wrist as he threaded a braid with pulsar beads. “I’m not going to dissolve into supernova debris.”

“I know,” he murmured, pressing a kiss to her tattoo. It flared gently, casting his face in cobalt relief. “I follow because I choose."

Taehyung arrived unannounced, as always.

“Housewarming gift!” he declared, dumping a black hole bonsai tree onto Lyra’s dining table. Its event horizon swirled with tiny trapped stars. “Water it with starlight, talk trash about the Cosmic Council, and it’ll bloom into a portal to anywhere!”

Yoongi, nursing a mug of black hole coffee brewed in his singularity kettle, raised an eyebrow. “Or implode the quadrant.”

“Same thing!”

Jimin descended next, trailing Andromeda’s auroras like bridal veils. He gifted Lyra a mirror forged from the newborn star’s light. “For vanity,” he teased, though they all knew its true purpose—to track the Council’s approach.

Lyra caught her reflection: a mortal woman glowing with borrowed divinity, her eyes flecked with supernova remnants.

Not a god. Not human. Something… else.

Peace, Lyra learned, was a fragile nebula.

The Cosmic Council’s warships lurked beyond the galactic rim, their silhouettes blotting out star clusters. Jungkook’s spies brought whispers of tribunals and treason charges, of gods who feared her power—their power.

“Let them come,” Lyra said one night, her tattoo blazing as she stood atop the bridge. The newborn star orbited her like a loyal hound, its light painting Jungkook’s scars in gold. “We’ll turn their verdict into stardust.”

Jungkook’s smile was a rare, slow-blooming thing. “You are… terrifying.”

“You taught me.”

He kissed her then, deep and unhurried, as their star spun protective sigils into the void.

But in quiet moments, Lyra heard it—a dissonant chord in the nebula’s song.

The newborn star flickered when she wasn’t looking, its light dimming to blood-crimson. Strange symbols etched themselves into the bridges, vanishing when Yoongi inspected them. And Taehyung’s bonsai tree? It grew a single obsidian leaf engraved with a warning:

THEY ARE COMING.

BRACE FOR WAR.

Lyra tucked the leaf into her journal, between sketches of Earth’s moon and Jungkook’s sleeping face. Outside, the nebula sang sweeter, brighter—a lullaby for the calm before the storm.

Jungkook found her there, braiding stardust into her hair. “You should rest.”

She leaned into his touch, her tattoo humming. “Soon.”

Above them, their star pulsed once, twice, as if counting down.

[sillychatonnoir]

Mr. Bug and Cait Sith AU | Part IV

Going back to the hospital with Marinette's parents was probably the worst thing Luka had ever done in his whole life.

Looking at Marinette's beautiful face full of confusion and distress because the adrenaline of the moment wore off and she finally realized he did not remember anything at all and not being able to hold her hand and kiss her worries away burned like hell. Not being able to support Adrien as he forced himself into the responsible and serious hero role, drowning in his sorrow inside of his mind, just worsened Luka's state. His heart keeps singing a requiem to his old life, it's almost funny how fast everything changes.

They left her with her parents, who looked as lost if not even more than her, knowing they couldn't under any circumstance tell her anything about the truths they just found out about, trying to console a stranger wearing the skin of their beloved daughter.

Mr. Bug and Viperion land on the balcony of their apartment, and as soon as they call off their transformation, Adrien throws himself onto Luka and hugs him like he was scared the snake holder would disappear. The blond sobs and ugly cries (even when Luka is convinced that Adrien couldn't look ugly if he tried) hiding his face on his fiancé's chest.

"I'm so sorry, this is all my fault" the blue haired man hears him say "Forgive me, please?"

"Adrien," Luka sounds tired, and looks like he aged a hundred years. "Love, please stop blaming yourself."

He doesn't reply, so the older one sighs and guides him inside the apartment. The balcony is connected to the living room, Luka takes both of them to the couch, so he can hug and kiss Adrien's cheeks trying to confort him the best he can. He can't count how many times he tells him that he doesn't blame him, but Adrien seems to be deaf to his confort and it is starting to make him feel angry instead, but he bottles it up, Adrien needs him more.

After what seems an eternity, Adrien takes Luka's hand, his warmth suddenly overwhelming when the luthier notices something cold in de middle of it. Blue eyes drift down and his owner loses his breath when he sees a black ring with a noen green paw, it feels too heavy.

"Adrien, I can't..."

"Please" His beautiful green eyes are full of tears once again "Please, I can't do it without a black cat, and I can't trust Plagg with anyone else".

It burns, Luka hates it.

"What is going to happen to Sass?" His voice is so low, almost inaudible, he is about to cry too.

"Keep him, not actively, but we can't afford people to know we lost Viperion too, you will have to be Viperion sometimes" It's a bad idea, Luka thinks, after spending all that time training with the guardians, having two miraculous is risky, but he can't lose Sass too, so he nods.

They are so tired.

Adrien takes the ring and holds Luka's hand, sliding the piece of jewelry on his finger. Luka laughs to choke down a sob.

Plagg comes out of the ring.

"I'm sorry, buddy," Adrien apologizes immediately "This is all--"

Plagg hugs him, his tiny paws on his cheek. "It's okay, kitten, you don't have to apologize."

"I love you, Plagg." Adrien scratches his head with his finger, and the kwami starts purring in an attempt to confort his former holder.

This is all too sad, and Luka can barely handle it. He breathes in and remembers the meditations he learned. Breathe in, breath out.

"I think it would be a good idea if you transformed here," Adrien says after talking to Plagg, a short conversation his boyfriend missed because he was too busy trying to keep his emotions in check "Just to try, think what can be your hero name and all that".

He tries to sound enthusiastic, Luka smiles, because he appreciates the effort, and he decides to humor him.

"Alright, but be careful. You might fall in love with me if I'm too handsome. "

"I think it's too late for that."

The luthier concentrates. Being Chat Noir was a huge deal. Chat Noir is Ladybug's partner, his other half, through the course of history, the ladybug, and the black cat have been fighting side to side, bringing out the best version of eachother, destined to meet, destined to create a bond stronger than anything else. Chat Noir must be there for Ladybug to support her, to protect her. Chat Noir is a responsibility. If Ladybug can't fail to the world, Chat Noir can't fail Ladybug.

"Plagg, claws out!" Luka calls for the transformation, and in a flash, there he is, a perfectly nice, neatly dressed black cat, with--

"Luka, detrasform" Adrien sounds... displeased for some reason, which throws him off, but he still does as he says.

"There's something wrong?" He feels confused and rejected, maybe he regrets giving him the ring, maybe he...

"You're thinking too much, kid" Plagg sounds very irritated "You're giving me a headache! Adrien, I will need three times my usual portion of camembert if he is going to think so loudly all the time!"

"Plagg, please, be nice, he is trying." Adrien rolls his eyes, then he extends his hand to caress Luka's cheek. "But he is kinda right, you know? I get this is a lot to process, but being Chat Noir to me was about freedom. This transformation felt so... calculated, I know you're usually our rock, that you never allow yourself to feel, but I would like for you to just feel this time, everything, you're sad and angry, we lost Mari today and we will try to get her back, but that doesn't mean it won't hurt for a long while, welcome all those things and try again."

Luka is speechless. He looks alternatively to Adrien and the ring. His heart beats fast. He closes his eyes and feels.

Sadness, anger, disappointment, resentment. He is powerless. It burns. His heart is burning.

"Plagg, claws out!" Luka calls the transformation again. He is aware of every little change occurring this time. His mind is getting dominated by his emotions.

Adrien is speechless. This transformation is entirely different from the last one: this is genuine, but also feral.

Luka's hair grows a little with his transformation, and now is messy. The usually teal tips now match the glowing green from his cat eyes that make Adrien lose his breath. They look so hostile, but he would never be afraid of Luka. His fangs are longer than his own when he transforms. He looks like he could bite off someone's finger without that much effort. He wears a leather jacket with chains and spikes, black cargo pants, and black combat boots. His tail is a spiked belt, and Adrien can't help but think about his alternate version for a second. Luka's claws are sharp, sharper than a knife, they look scary, his gloved hand isn't very welcoming, and he knows Luka will need to be careful if he doesn't want to hurt someone with those things.

He is missing the bell. He is not a house cat, it seems.

"You're... gorgeous, Luka" He is not a family friendly hero, they won't be getting invitations to talk shows and kids will be intimidated by those eyes full of rage, but to Adrien he is still the best man who ever existed.

"Cait Sith," He corrects, almost sounding like a growl. "My name is Cait Sith."

[zenithgenderroyaleacademyelite]

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(Original artwork from the base artist 'ClaireJorifValentine)

#Bad (feat. #TiaraThomas) by #Wale on #SoundCloud

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Glass Hearts and Zenith Shadows – Chapter 6: The Calling of Ophinum

Scene 1: A Storm of Rings

The heavens trembled as Colette stepped forward, her glass whistle pressed gently to her lips. A piercing yet melodic note rang through the battlefield, slicing through the silence like a blade of frozen starlight. The air quivered, bending to her call.

Above, doves dissolved into light, their forms unraveling into swirling rings—sterling silver, engraved with forgotten names and celestial sigils. The sky became an armory of halos, an endless procession of Ophinum descending from unseen realms.

Their guardians followed.

From within the rings, the Seraphim-Clowns emerged—four-armed celestial jesters wrapped in patchwork robes stitched with silver thread. Their single cyclopean eyes gleamed beneath feathered veils. Grins stretched across their faces, at once mirthful and mournful. Each movement carried an eerie precision, a balance between reverence and madness.

Colette stood motionless, her teal hair whipping in the summoning winds. The Ophinum fleet spiraled in perfect synchrony, awaiting her command.

Colette (Inner Monologue):

They said I was too small to bear this power. Too fragile to carry a legacy carved in silver. But they forgot—heirlooms are not just things. They are weights, anchors, promises.

Scene 2: The Opposition Forms

Claes Valentine had seen enough.

She pulled her stuffed lion, Malik, close to her chest. The plush felt warm, alive beneath her grip. His button eyes gleamed with understanding.

Claes: "You see this, Malik? This is what we're up against. A circus of angels. A ballet of ghosts."

Malik’s plush form twitched. His seams stretched, threads pulling as an unseen force began to reshape him. The first stirrings of transformation.

Across the battlefield, Yumiko Hino stood beside her own stuffed companion—Ren Takahashi, the phantom rabbit. He was still in his doll form, but his gaze was fixed on the Ophinum fleet with cold calculation.

Ren (smirking): "Not often you get to fight against a myth. You ready, Yumiko?"

Yumiko (steely-eyed): "I was born ready."

Lightning crackled through the sky. The battle was about to begin.

Scene 3: The Zenith Awakens

Colette raised a hand. The silver rings shuddered, aligning into a towering, intricate mechanism. It was time.

Colette: "Ophinum, unfold. Let the Zenith awaken."

The largest ring descended behind her, opening like an ancient celestial lock. The space within it twisted, birthing something vast, something divine.

Her Exo emerged—an angelic colossus clad in armor that shimmered like liquid moonlight. Its spear of frozen starlight burned cold, its presence commanding the battlefield like a silent requiem.

The others had no choice now.

Claes pressed her forehead to Malik’s plush head.

Claes: "It's time, partner."

Malik’s seams burst apart—not in destruction, but in transformation. Fur became metal. Thread became circuits. Button eyes ignited into burning stars.

Leo Regalia had awakened.

Across the battlefield, Yumiko placed a hand on Ren’s stitched ear.

Yumiko (whispering): "No holding back."

Ren (grinning): "Wouldn’t dream of it."

With a final pulse of moonlit energy, Ren’s plush form was swallowed by silver light.

Tsuki-no-Usagi had awakened.

The Zeniths had arrived. The battle of the Fetish Models had begun.

To Be Continued...

**Revised AI Art Prompt: Colette’s Ophinum Angelic Fleet & Seraphim-Clowns**

*(Sterling Silver Heirloom Edition)*

**"Illustrate Colette summoning her Ophinum armada—a celestial fleet of swirling** ***sterling silver rings*** **adorned with ancestral engravings, inhabited by four-armed seraphim-clowns—in a hyper-detailed anime style blending divine grandeur and eerie whimsy."**

---

### **Key Elements to Include:**

1. **Colette (Foreground):**

- Blowing her **glass whistle**, teal hair swept back by summoning winds.

- **Doves** erupting into sterling silver rings, their feathers edged with metallic sheen.

- Her **Stuffed** (dove-plush mecha) perched on her shoulder, wings glowing with teal light.

2. **Ophinum Rings:**

- Massive **interlocking sterling silver rings**, etched with ancestral runes and frost-like fractals.

- **Seraphim-Clowns** inside each ring:

- **Four arms** stretched in a *Vitruvian Man* pose, grasping smaller inner rings.

- **Wings** sprouting from their temples (***metallic silver feathers***), veiling their **single cyclops eye**.

- **Apparel:** Patchwork robes with ***sterling silver thread*** weaving holy sigils and jester diamonds.

3. **EXO Mecha (Background):**

- Colette’s **giant angelic robot** interfacing with the largest Ophinum ring, its armor gleaming like polished silver.

- **Weapon:** A lance forged from frozen starlight and ancestral silverwork.

---

### **Scene Details:**

- **Lighting:** Cool platinum and teal beams cutting through stormy skies, casting sharp metallic reflections.

- **Atmosphere:** Reverent yet haunting—the clowns’ grins are painted with ***tarnished silver tears***.

- **Style:** *Final Fantasy* meets *Tim Burton*; intricate textures with *Kilian Eng*-inspired surrealism.

### **Color Palette:**

- **Colette:** Teal, pearl-white, magenta glow.

- **Ophinum:** Sterling silver, frosted blue, and heirloom patina greens.

- **Seraphim-Clowns:** Pale ivory skin, tarnished silver tears, wings of shimmering graphite.

**Negative Prompts:** *Avoid gold tones, warm metallics, or overly bright hues.*

**Mood:** *"An elegy sung in mercury and moonlight."*

---

This revision honors the sterling silver heirloom motif while amplifying the celestial-carnival duality. Let me know if you’d like to incorporate specific ancestral patterns or refine the clowns’ uncanny expressions! 🔄🔗

#BeckyG ft. #PesoPluma - Chanel (Slowed) by #SoundCloud

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**Revised AI Art Prompt: Colette’s Ophinum Angelic Fleet & Seraphim-Clowns**

*(Sterling Silver Heirloom Edition)*

**"Illustrate Colette summoning her Ophinum armada—a celestial fleet of swirling** ***sterling silver rings*** **adorned with ancestral engravings, inhabited by four-armed seraphim-clowns—in a hyper-detailed anime style blending divine grandeur and eerie whimsy."**

---

### **Key Elements to Include:**

1. **Colette (Foreground):**

- Blowing her **glass whistle**, teal hair swept back by summoning winds.

- **Doves** erupting into sterling silver rings, their feathers edged with metallic sheen.

- Her **Stuffed** (dove-plush mecha) perched on her shoulder, wings glowing with teal light.

2. **Ophinum Rings:**

- Massive **interlocking sterling silver rings**, etched with ancestral runes and frost-like fractals.

- **Seraphim-Clowns** inside each ring:

- **Four arms** stretched in a *Vitruvian Man* pose, grasping smaller inner rings.

- **Wings** sprouting from their temples (***metallic silver feathers***), veiling their **single cyclops eye**.

- **Apparel:** Patchwork robes with ***sterling silver thread*** weaving holy sigils and jester diamonds.

3. **EXO Mecha (Background):**

- Colette’s **giant angelic robot** interfacing with the largest Ophinum ring, its armor gleaming like polished silver.

- **Weapon:** A lance forged from frozen starlight and ancestral silverwork.

---

### **Scene Details:**

- **Lighting:** Cool platinum and teal beams cutting through stormy skies, casting sharp metallic reflections.

- **Atmosphere:** Reverent yet haunting—the clowns’ grins are painted with ***tarnished silver tears***.

- **Style:** *Final Fantasy* meets *Tim Burton*; intricate textures with *Kilian Eng*-inspired surrealism.

---

### **Color Palette:**

- **Colette:** Teal, pearl-white, magenta glow.

- **Ophinum:** Sterling silver, frosted blue, and heirloom patina greens.

- **Seraphim-Clowns:** Pale ivory skin, tarnished silver tears, wings of shimmering graphite.

**Negative Prompts:** *Avoid gold tones, warm metallics, or overly bright hues.*

**Mood:** *"An elegy sung in mercury and moonlight."*

---

This revision honors the sterling silver heirloom motif while amplifying the celestial-carnival duality. Let me know if you’d like to incorporate specific ancestral patterns or refine the clowns’ uncanny expressions! 🔄🔗

[sapphicscister]

‼️ Introduction Post ‼️

Hello, I’m Andrea (she/her) !!!

I honestly have not used Tumblr since elementary/middle school and I am now 21 years of age lol. There was a time where I was heavily invested in fandom stuff, but I loss touch with it all over time. When Agatha All Along came out, it somehow reminded me of my old fandom days (not sure how to explain it). When I was younger I was interested in fandoms like SuperWhoLock, Arrowverse, The Vampire Diaries, Skins (UK), Teen Wolf, and Pretty Little Liars! This blog doesn’t really have a theme, it’s just here as an outlet for stuff I enjoy and I’ll likely do more reblogging than making content.

Notes: I use lots of exclamation marks, I love women, and I probably watch too many movies.

Below, you will find my general interests, but I can guarantee this isn’t close to all of them. Feel free to message me (I’m a loser lesbian with minimal friends so I’m borderline begging hahahahahahaha)!!!

Favorite Shows:

Agatha All Along - The Vampire Diaries - Doctor Who - The Sandman - Supergirl - Arrow - Titans - Smallville - The Haunting of Bly Manor - Fallout - Community - Daredevil - Jessica Jones - The Defenders - Wandavision - Loki - X-Men ‘97 - It’s Always Sunny in Philadelphia - Teen Wolf - Clone Wars - Batman: The Animated Series - Batman Beyond - Bridgerton - My Adventures With Superman - Superman and Lois - Yellowjackets

Favorite Films / Franchises:

Blade Runner (original and 2049) - Pirates of the Caribbean - Scott Pilgrim vs. The World - Donnie Darko (Theatrical and Director’s Cut) - Mad Max (mainly Fury Road and Furiosa) - Suckerpunch - Stardust - Godzilla - Transformers - Drive - The Place Beyond The Pines - Labyrinth - Requiem for a Dream - Mulholland Drive - Star Wars (Empire Strikes Back, Revenge of the Sith, and Rogue One are my faves) - The Matrix - John Wick - Howl’s Moving Castle - The Fifth Element

(Superhero content separated due to the fact that I am a huge nerd and I’ve invested too much time in these things…)

DC (Live-Action): The Batman - Superman: The Movie - Birds of Prey - Zack Snyder’s Justice League - Superman Returns - The Dark Knight Trilogy - The Suicide Squad - Watchmen (Director’s Cut)

DC (Animated): Batman Ninja - Batman: Under The Red Hood - Teen Titans: The Judas Contract - Catwoman: Hunted - Justice League: Crisis on Infinite Earths Trilogy - Constantine: City of Demons - Justice League: The Flashpoint Paradox - Justice League Dark - Wonder Woman: Bloodlines - Batman: Soul of the Dragon

Marvel (Live-Action): X-Men: First Class - Logan - Guardians of the Galaxy 2 - Avengers: Age of Ultron - The Amazing Spiderman - The New Mutants - Deadpool - Black Panther -

(Note: I’ve grown up heavily biased towards DC due to the Arrowverse + animated movies and I honestly only collect DC comics. That being said, I still have a deep love for Marvel, mainly the X-Men and Defenders shows. I’ve watched all the movies and shows, with the exception of Secret Invasion…)

Favorite Ships:

Agatha Harkness / Rio Vidal (Agatha All Along) - Charles Xavier / Erik Lehnsherr (X-Men) - Kara Danvers / Lena Luthor (Supergirl) - Clark Kent / Lois Lane (I absolutely LOVE every version of them) - Harley Quinn / Poison Ivy (every version) - Damon Salvatore / Elena Gilbert (The Vampire Diaries) - Hayley Marshall / Elijah Mikaelson (The Originals) - Klaus Mikealson / Caroline Forbes (TVD & TO) - Klaus Mikaelson / Camille O’Connell (The Originals) - Kol Mikaelson / Davina Claire (The Originals) - Lottie Matthews / Natalie Scatorccio (Yellowjackets)

Favorite Artists:

Radiohead - The Smiths - Carly Rae Jepsen - Lana Del Rey - Taylor Swift - Phantogram - Billy Joel - Barry Manilow - ABBA - Wolf Alice - Sabrina Carpenter - Arctic Monkeys - The Marías - Nirvana - Paramore - TV Girl - Grimes - Red Hot Chili Peppers - Childish Gambino - The 1975 - Coldplay - Kent - Anamanaguchi - Balthazar - Björk - Dominic Fike - Foster the People - Cage the Elephant - Have A Nice Life - Homeshake - Kylie Minogue - Ariana Grande - The Neighborhood - Momma

Favorite Video Games:

Tekken (faves are 3, 6, & 8) - Dead or Alive (5 & 6) - Soul Calibur (6 & 7) - Legend of Zelda - Pokemon (favs are BW, HGSS, DP, ORAS) - Fortnite - Skate 3 - Injustice - Arkham Trilogy - Scott Pilgrim vs. The World - Star Wars: Battlefront - Fallout (New Vegas & 4) - Saints Row: The Third - Bioshock

Other Miscellaneous Interests I’d Like to Mention:

Collecting vinyls, movies (preferably blu-rays), and dolls/figures or other merch related to my interests - handheld gaming devices (I have two 3DS’s, a Gameboy, a PSP 2000, and mysterious one from a thrift store. Hoping to grow the collection.) - movie theaters - journaling/scrapbooking - card tricks (I’m really bad at them but I wanted to make use of my 30+ playing card decks) - former Magic: The Gathering player (I don’t play competitively, just with friends) - poetry? (mostly for personal venting. not very good…) - reading & writing fanfiction (I’ve created outlines for several different stories but haven’t finished writing anything tbh. The second I do, I will likely post about it.)

Congrats, you’ve made it to the end!

I apologize for the length of this. I just wanted to make sure my interests were clear because I am hoping to make friends via Tumblr. I thank you deeply if you’ve taken time to read through this entire thing. Again, feel free to message me (please)!

[romellodyisdreaming]

✦ Skyler. ⬟

✧ Quote ⬟ “Even broken dreams can bloom again.”

✧ Theme Songs ⬟ • Shelter – Porter Robinson & Madeon • Worlds Away – Dabin

✧ Lore ⬟ Skyler is the breath between battles—the stillness before the storm, and the renewal after it. Born from the memory of a forest lost to time, she emerged with the power to mend what the world has forgotten how to heal. She is known as The Emerald Lily, a beacon of quiet resilience in a land yearning for peace.

With a voice that soothes and a presence that calms, Skyler carries the Dreamwonders not on her shoulders, but in her heart. Her aura radiates empathy, her touch restores the land itself, and her silence holds more weight than most words. She doesn’t command attention—she simply earns it, like rain after drought.

Skyler doesn’t shy from pain; she walks through it, transforms it. As healer, shield, and soul of the group, she reminds them all of why they fight: not for glory—but for the dream that something kinder can grow in its place.

✧ Relationships ⬟ • Qu – The stargazer in search of meaning. She guides him gently, believing in the quiet strength he doesn’t yet see. • Blaze – Her wild flame. She doesn’t try to control him—she lets him burn, while grounding him with compassion. • Alley – The echo of something ancient and aching. Skyler senses her pain and offers presence, not pressure. • Cassie – A sister in restraint. Their calm energies resonate, often working in tandem to center the team.

✧ Abilities & Weaponry ⬟ • Weapon: Lilybloom – an ornate staff interwoven with living vines, able to sprout new life or crystallize into protective barriers. • Combat Style: Supportive and strategic; she manipulates terrain, restores allies, and summons nature-based constructs for aid. • Signature Move: Verdant Requiem – an overflowing wave of life energy that heals wounds, dispels corruption, and blooms radiant flora across the battlefield.

✧ Enemies ⬟ • Veyra – The twisted Guardian of decay. Once a protector of growth, now a blight Skyler must face to reclaim what nature lost. • Sidious – The conqueror who crushes the weak. His cruelty stands against everything Skyler seeks to protect. • Shade – A void where emotion once lived. She fears not his power, but what his fall means for those who wander too far from the light.

✧ Notable Facts ⬟ • Can grow flowers from her staff with each spell she casts—each with unique meanings. • Keeps a pressed leaf from her home forest in her satchel—a remnant of a place now gone. • Her singing, though rare, can lull even wild beasts. • Often hums lullabies to help the team rest—even if she can’t always sleep herself.

✧ Closing Line ⬟ She is the still hand in chaos, the bloom in the rubble. In Skyler’s care, even a world on the brink finds the strength to grow again.

[serephinastardust]

The Book I'm writing: Requiem of the Rising Flames-Elixir's Pursuit: A Kitsune's Journey Rewrite #3 Book 1 Chapter 9

In the sacred realm of the Starfall Fern, Odessa found herself enveloped in the shimmering luminescence of celestial energies. As she approached the revered herb, the celestial guardian, Luminaris, stirred, and the glade seemed to echo with the subtle hum of mystical forces.

The initial illusion materialized, revealing a poignant scene from Odessa's past. It was a memory bathed in the silver glow of the Umbral Haven's moonlit forest. A younger Odessa stood alone beneath the ancient trees, grappling with the solitude that marked her new life. The air around her whispered of the transformation she had undergone—from a child with pure Kitsune blood to a mortal with a stolen heritage.

The trial sought to delve into the depths of Odessa's heart, scrutinizing the purity of her intentions. In the illusion, she felt the weight of her isolation, the ache of her losses, and the haunting memories of her near-death experience. The ethereal voices seemed to ask, "In your solitude, what did you seek? What fueled your resilience in the face of despair?"

As the illusion unfolded, Odessa's thoughts resonated within the glade. "Umbral Haven became my refuge and my crucible," she mused. "The theft of my True Kitsune Blood marked the beginning of my lonely journey. Yet, within the shadows, I found a new purpose—a chance for redemption and renewal."

The celestial energies shifted, presenting another facet of Odessa's life. This time, the illusion depicted her role as a mentor and guardian to the twins, Soren and Elowen. It showcased the moment she had taken them under her wing at the age of sixteen, offering a semblance of family in the absence of her own.

The glade seemed to echo with the voices of the twins. "Lady Odessa," Soren's illusionary voice called out, "you showed us kindness when the world had abandoned us. Your guidance shaped our destinies."

Elowen's illusion spoke in harmony, "In the moments of our deepest despair, you became our beacon. Your sacrifice for our sake will forever be etched in our hearts."

Odessa's thoughts intertwined with the illusions. "The twins became the wards of my heart. Their presence filled the emptiness that lingered after my master's sacrifice. They are a testament to the resilience of the bonds forged in the shadows."

The mental trial continued, weaving through the tapestry of Odessa's experiences. It touched upon the sacrifice of Supreme Sorceress, the mentor who had guided her and ultimately given up her divine Kitsune to empower Odessa's mortal form. Each illusion illuminated the sacrifices and choices that defined her existence.

As the illusions gradually dissipated, Luminaris radiated a pulsating glow—an acknowledgment of the trials overcome. The celestial guardian's approval resonated within Odessa's very being, and a profound connection formed between her and the energies of the Starfall Fern.

In the quiet aftermath of the mental trial, Odessa approached the celestial guardian with a deep bow, a symbol of respect and gratitude. "Luminaris," she whispered, "thank you for bearing witness to my journey. May the essence of the Starfall Fern be intertwined with the threads of my fate."

As Odessa delicately approached the Starfall Fern, the celestial energies of the Lunar Meadow pulsed in harmony with her intent. The air itself seemed to hum with the sacred connection she shared with the guardian Luminaris. With reverence, she extended her hand toward the radiant herb, fingers grazing the shimmering leaves.

The moment her fingertips touched the leaves of the Starfall Fern, a gentle ripple of light emanated from the plant. It responded to her touch as if recognizing a kindred spirit, and the celestial energies gracefully intertwined with her being. Odessa's eyes reflected the ethereal glow of the meadow as she carefully plucked the fern, her movements guided by a blend of expertise and respect.

With utmost precision, she harvested the herb, ensuring not a single leaf was damaged in the process. Each motion seemed to resonate with a silent agreement between the celestial forces and the mortal guardian. Odessa's hands cradled the Starfall Fern as if it were a fragile treasure, and she placed it within the protective confines of a small, intricately crafted box.

The box, adorned with symbols reflecting her Kitsune heritage, shimmered in response to the celestial energies now infused within the herb. Odessa secured the container with care, safeguarding the essence of the Lunar Meadow.

As she prepared to depart the sacred glade, a sudden and unexpected weakness overcame her. The culmination of the mental trial, the connection with Luminaris, and the strain of harvesting the Starfall Fern took an unforeseen toll on her mortal form. Odessa's vision blurred, and her legs gave way beneath her.

Collapsing onto the soft bed of moonlit grass, Odessa succumbed to unconsciousness. The delicate sound of the meadow's breeze became a lullaby, cradling her in the gentle embrace of the sacred space.

Seraphina's hurried footsteps echoed through the serene silence of the Lunar Meadow. Moonlight bathed the landscape in a soft glow, creating an ethereal ambiance. Her eyes scanned the surroundings, searching for any sign of the elusive Esa, the woman she had observed and hoped to befriend.

"Esa!" Seraphina's voice carried through the meadow, a melodic call that resonated with a mix of concern and urgency. Moonbeams played on the surface of the waterfall as it cascaded down, creating a symphony of tranquil sounds.

The air whispered with the nocturnal secrets of the meadow, but there was no response to Seraphina's call. She took a few more steps, reaching the edge of the waterfall, and peered into the moonlit mist that veiled the descending water.

"Esa! Are you there?" Seraphina's voice echoed off the rocks, the meadow absorbing her words into its quiet embrace. Anxiety tinged her tone as she strained to catch any hint of movement or response from the shadows around the waterfall.

The Lunar Meadow remained hushed, as if keeping its secrets hidden within the folds of its enchanting beauty. Seraphina's eyes darted from rock to rock, her senses heightened in the moonlit stillness. A soft rustle in the grass caught her attention, and she turned, hoping to find Esa emerging from the celestial embrace of the waterfall.

Seraphina, amidst the moonlit meadow, closed her eyes as if attempting to amplify her senses beyond the realm of the visible. She reached out with an otherworldly awareness, seeking the faint trace of the mortal woman she had observed and grown curious about.

In the quietude of the Lunar Meadow, where even the nocturnal whispers seemed to pause in anticipation, Seraphina felt a subtle vibration. It wasn't the chaos of the Tempest Roc or the celestial spectacle she had witnessed earlier, but a gentle, beckoning pull—a thread connecting her to an unknown destination.

Confusion and curiosity danced in Seraphina's thoughts. The mortal, known to her as Esa, had left an imprint on the fabric of the meadow, an essence that now tugged at Seraphina's ethereal senses. The meadow, a realm of both tranquility and hidden magic, seemed to guide her steps with an invisible hand.

The pull intensified as she neared the waterfall, drawing her attention to a specific location. Seraphina's obsidian hair shimmered in the moonlight as she followed the ethereal current, each step echoing in tandem with the rhythm of the meadow's heartbeat.

"I can feel you, Esa," Seraphina whispered, her voice blending with the rustling leaves and the distant melody of the waterfall. Her connection to the mortal felt like a thread weaving through the intricate tapestry of the Lunar Meadow.

The meadow unveiled its mysteries slowly, offering Seraphina glimpses of a path untrodden by ordinary mortals. She embraced the enigmatic journey, allowing the moonlit meadow to guide her steps.

Guided by an ethereal force within the Lunar Meadow, Seraphina gracefully followed the gentle meander of the stream downstream from the waterfall. The moonlight draped her like a silver shroud, casting a radiant glow as she tread softly upon the celestial path.

As hours passed, the murmur of the stream became her constant companion, and the meadow unveiled its nocturnal symphony. Seraphina's senses extended beyond the immediate, attuned to the subtle vibrations resonating through the meadow. It was a dance of whispers and rustling leaves, each step affirming her connection to the elusive mortal known as Esa.

The meadow, in its benevolent guidance, compelled Seraphina to cross the stream. The water flowed with a hushed melody, and the moon's reflection shimmered in liquid ripples. Seraphina, with ethereal grace, stepped onto the stones that bridged the stream. Her delicate movements seemed attuned to the very heartbeat of the meadow.

On the other side, she began to discern signs—subtle disturbances in the natural tapestry. Broken twigs and displaced leaves whispered a tale of someone passing through. Seraphina's keen senses heightened, and she embraced her innate tracking skills, following the traces of a presence that resonated with the celestial harmony.

The trail led her through the meadow's intricate maze until she reached a glade bathed in moonlight. The air carried a lingering essence, an amalgamation of the meadow's magic and the mortal's subtle imprint. In the heart of the glade, Seraphina felt a quiet serenity, interrupted only by the distant hum of nocturnal creatures.

Internal dialogue accompanied her steps as she ventured deeper into the glade. "Esa," Seraphina whispered, the name a reverent murmur amid the celestial stillness. The night embraced her like a benevolent spirit, and she found herself surrounded by an aura of tranquility.

The glade bore witness to celestial secrets, and Seraphina, the enigmatic observer, continued to trace the threads of fate woven within the Lunar Meadow. Every clue and subtle sign led her closer to the essence she sought, a connection bridging the ethereal and mortal realms.

The glade, bathed in the silvery glow of the moon, lay in a hushed serenity. Seraphina, guided by an otherworldly force, approached the edge with reverence. The guardian of the fern, Luminaris, shimmered into existence—a creature of luminous radiance. In its presence, Seraphina felt the sanctity of the Starfall Fern, a beacon of purity and protection.

As she stepped closer, Seraphina's senses heightened. An unexpected sight caught her attention—a figure, seemingly mortal, lay unconscious on the edge of the glade. It was Esa, the elusive mortal she had been seeking. The guardian, with a grace beyond comprehension, conveyed a silent understanding to Seraphina.

In the profound stillness of the glade, Seraphina and Luminaris engaged in a wordless exchange. The guardian's radiant presence communicated a sense of guardianship, a cosmic connection to the Starfall Fern, and an acknowledgment of Seraphina's purpose. It was a communion of energies, an unspoken agreement that transcended the boundaries between realms.

With a gentle gesture, Luminaris directed Seraphina's attention to the unconscious form of Esa. The air hummed with resonance as if the meadow itself approved of their meeting. Seraphina, sensing the importance of the moment, approached the mortal with a cautious reverence.

Her eyes met the tranquil face of the disguised Odessa, and in that silent exchange, a thread of connection was woven. Seraphina recognized the fragility of the moment, the delicate balance between the guardian, the sacred fern, and the mortal whose presence intertwined with the Lunar Meadow.

No words were spoken, yet a cosmic understanding passed between them. Seraphina, as the observer, felt a profound connection to the forces at play. Luminaris, the guardian, exuded an aura of approval, affirming the purity of Seraphina's intent.

As the moonlight bathed the glade, Seraphina's purpose became clear—to witness the dance unfolding in the Lunar Meadow. The guardian, with a final radiant glow, seemed to bless the meeting, leaving Seraphina to contemplate the mysteries that transcended the boundaries of mortal comprehension.

The glade, once again shrouded in tranquility, became Seraphina's temporary haven. She set up a camp on the edge, a silent observer beneath the silver-lit canopy of the Lunar Meadow. As she waited for Odessa to awaken, her mind swirled with the enigma of the cosmic connection she had witnessed.

The crackling flames of the campfire danced in tandem with Seraphina's contemplations. She marveled at the interplay of forces in the meadow—the guardian, the sacred fern, and the mysterious mortal who bore witness to this celestial communion. Each flicker of the fire seemed to mirror the intricate dance of energies she had glimpsed.

As she sat in the quiet glade, Seraphina pondered the purpose behind Odessa's presence. The guardian, Luminaris, had conveyed a silent affirmation, an acknowledgment that transcended the mundane realm. The cosmic threads that bound them together remained elusive, and Seraphina found herself caught between the known and the unknown.

The stars overhead bore witness to the unfolding mystery. The celestial dance of the constellations mirrored the intricate patterns of fate and chance that governed the Lunar Meadow. Seraphina, with a heart attuned to the cosmic rhythms, waited patiently for Odessa's awakening, knowing that the answers lay dormant within the unconscious form before her.

The night wore on, and the moon cast its silvery glow upon the glade. Seraphina's thoughts meandered through the realms of possibility. She wondered about the significance of their meeting, the unspoken pact between the guardian, herself, and the mysterious mortal. The air held a charge of anticipation, as if the very fabric of the meadow awaited the next act in the cosmic play.

In the gentle rustle of the meadow grass and the distant murmur of the night creatures, Seraphina sought solace. The glade, a sanctuary bathed in lunar radiance, cradled her in its embrace. She watched over the unconscious Odessa, a silent guardian herself, contemplating the enigma of destiny that had unfolded in the heart of the Lunar Meadow.

As the first light of dawn painted the horizon, Seraphina's patience bore fruit.

[findyourrp]

🚀Hi, hello! I'm Avery/Wenver, He/She, 20 (21 in January!) I've been looking to do some Transformers roleplay(s), mainly set in my silly little fan continuity (aka continuity soup) called A Requiem For Guardians. I can talk more about the fan continuity in DMs because it's still a major WIP, but I occasionally post lore tidbits here on Tumblr. If there are any questions, please don't hesitate to ask!

Please note -My responses will fluctuate depending on if I'm busy, my mood, etc so I may need a reminder or a check-in if it's been more than a few days -Willing to try to do double-up roleplays, but it's no guarantee -I'm not looking to replace anyone, don't worry :3

Writing Stuff -I can do anything from one-liners to a paragraph or two -3rd person semi-lit is usually my go-to though -Genres I adore are but are not limited to angst + heavy angst, fluff, found family

Extra Stuff -I love talking and planning, so OOC chatting is highly welcome -I'm still fairly new to Transformers as a whole, so please forgive me if I don't know a character or their personality -Speaking of that, I'm stuck on G1 please help/hj -I honestly have few triggers, but I'll let you know if something comes up that makes me uncomfortable

How to Contact Me

sky.warp on Discord

words-words-worlds on Tumblr

Don't hesitate to reach out!🚀

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[darkstarnovaphoenix]

I think this is the first time I’ve been tagged, like ever. Thanks, @shyspider. I’ve got anxiety so I don’t interact much but I’m trying to get better about that. Well, anyway, I’mma do it. I’m an ADHD dipfuck with way too fucking many projects so I’ll stick to the ones I’m actively working on.

These aren’t necessarily the title things will be eventually be posted under, but here are the code names I’m working on them under. I write both fanfic and original stuff. Feel free to ask about anything.

RULES: post the names of all the files in your WIP folder, regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. let people send you an ask with the title that most intrigues them, and then post a little snippet or tell them something about it! and then tag as many people as you have WIPs.

Saint of Blood – original work - fantasy/horror? What happens when you become thing thing you hate? Duty doesn't end with death.

Requiem – Star Wars clone wars - Don't have to be a jedi to see the future, if you pay enough attention to the intel. Save the ones you can.

Guardian Angels – Transformers IDW/MTMTE - A wish spoken comes true and now each crewmember has an organic guardian bound to come to them "when they are needed most."

Fear Nothing - Transformers IDW/MTMTE - It's the Lost Light, when isn't timefuckery involved? This is shameless oc indulgence.

Empty Night – Warhammer 40k - "Have you come for me, my lord?" Sometimes willing servants are the second most devastating weapon you can wield.

Relentless – AVP/Predator - There is a difference between hunter and warrior. I have no enemies, only prey.

I don’t know may writers so here are a few of the ones I follow. Hopefully no one gets upset at the tag.

@niqhtlord01 @breakdowns-spare-tire @clockwayswrites @deniigi @archie-sunshine

WIP Title Game

Thank you @supervisormeero for the tag! A lot of these wips were in just one document, so this was a good reason to organise them better.

Apart from the Tarkin one, all the wips listed below are for Andor - two absurd comedies, two keero, one abstract horror, one that's just weird.

[I've also got a heap of words for historical fiction shows, but I haven't listed them.]

RULES: post the names of all the files in your WIP folder, regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. let people send you an ask with the title that most intrigues them, and then post a little snippet or tell them something about it! and then tag as many people as you have WIPs.

1. A Pleasant Break from the Complexities of Living

2. Are you aware you're in a sewer, Mr. Karn?

3. ISB meets Pre-Mor

4. Office lock in Syril at the window

5. Keeping secrets from you

6. Car backseat

7. Tarkin-reader

I think most people I know who post their writing have already been tagged. @shyspider @moff-times throwing this out to you if you want to do it. And an open invitation to anyone else reading this who wants to! Sorry if we're mutuals and I don't know you write

[drifting-falling-star]

TF Side OC Quick Facts! [Asks Open!]

Arson Quick Facts! -Song: Castle - Halsey -She/They -Faction: Autobots -Altmode: Monster Truck -Colors, etc: Red & orange; blue optics; 25.5ft -An ex-partner of Nightlight and older sister to Pipe -Voice Claim: Millie [Helluva Boss]

Fellstrike Quick Facts! -Song: I'm Still Standing - Elton John -They/Them -Faction: Decepticon to neutral -Altmode: Matilda II -Colors, etc: Green-Gray; orange optics; 27.7ft -Originally from Kaon -Guardian of Hymn -Voice Claim: Shadow Weaver [She-Ra and the Princesses of Power]

Hymn Quick Facts! -Song: When I Rule The World - LIZ -She/It -Faction: Decepticon to neutral -Altmode: ATV -Colors, etc: Camo; red optics; 10.3ft -Guardian(s): Fellstrike, Razoreye -Voice Claim: Kinzie [Saints Row: The Third]

Pipe Quick Facts! -Song: Superstar - Toy-Box -They/It -Faction: Autobot to Decepticon -Altmode: Chainsaw -Colors, etc: Bright orange, silver; blue optics; 20ft -Younger sibling of Arson -Selective mute -Voice Claim: N/A

Razoreye Quick Facts! -Song: Strangers Like Me - Phil Collins -He/Him -Faction: Decepticon to neutral -Altmode: Ford F-150 -Colors, etc: Black, silver highlights; flame decal; red visor; 30.4ft -Guardian of Hymn -Voice Claim: Leon Kuwata [Danganronpa: Trigger Happy Havoc]

[angelfoodcake08]

TFP fanfic writers of Tumblr, I need some help, please. I'm writing something along the lines of a God/Divinity AU & this is all I've strung together so far.

>>>Primordial Gods or the Protogenoi<<<

--Primus: God of the Gods.

>Prima—The leader of the Thirteen, a warrior of light & the first Matrix-bearer who wielded the Star Saber. God of Leadership & First Borns.

>Vector Prime—The master of time and space, which he could manipulate through his Blades of Time. God of Time.

>Alpha Trion—Holder of the Quill, which he uses to record the past, present, & future of Cybertron in the Covenant of Primus as part of his role as recordkeeper of the Primes. God of Records.

>Solus Prime—The master artificer & creator of many of the Primes' weapons through the use of her incredible Forge. She was the first female Cybertronian. Goddess of the Forge.

>Micronus Prime—The conscience of the Thirteen, & the first Mini-Con, able to link up with and enhance the power of his siblings through the use of his Chimera Stone; responsible for creating the alternate dimension of Microspace. God of the Small (???).

>Alchemist Prime—Student of the elemental structure of the natural world, aided in this by his Lenses, which allowed him to see further and deeper than anyone, in both material & spiritual senses; fond of the occasional tipple, with some claiming that he still walks Cybertron in the form of a humble bartender. God of Alchemy & Vision (???).

>Nexus Prime—The first & greatest combiner, granted the ability to divide himself into separate forms by his Enigma of Combination. Unpredictable, fascinated by change, & a lighthearted prankster. God of pranks & Change.

>Onyx Prime—The first beast-form Cybertronian, a primitive & spiritual being able to view other times, places, souls, & even the afterlife through his three-faced Triptych Mask. God of the Beasts.

>Amalgamous Prime—The joker of the Thirteen & the first Shifter, unpredictable & easygoing. He was the first Cybertronian with the ability of transformation, granted him by his Transformation cog (T-cog), which became the basis for the cogs in all subsequent Transformer life. God of Transformations (???).

>Quintus Prime—A daydreamer & perfectionist whose drive to express his ideas led him to become a scientist. His artifact was the Emberstone, which gave him the ability to create life; the Quintessons were among his creations. God of Daydreams & Perfectionism (???).

>Liege Maximo—The "Prime of Lies", a black-hearted, amoral manipulator. Though his artifact was notionally the toxin-loaded Liegian Darts, his real skill was his ability to talk others into his way of thinking. God of Manipulation.

>* The Fallen—Once known as Megatronus, guardian of entropy & wielder of the Requiem Blaster, the Fallen's name was stricken from history when the dark warrior turned on his siblings. God of Betrayal (???).

>>>Autobots<<<

-Arcee: Goddess of Preservation.

-Bulkhead: God of Architecture.

-Bumblebee: God of Scouts.

-Optimus Prime: God of Peace.

-Ratchet: God of Healing

-Smokescreen: God of Destiny.

-Ultra Magnus: God of Tactics.

-Wheeljack: God of Science...

>>>Decepticons<<<

-Arachnid: Goddess of the Hunt.

-Breakdown: God of Rivalry (???).

-Dreadwing: God of Honor.

-Hardshell: God of ____?

-Knockout: God of Vanity & Romance (partly).

-Makeshift: God of Shape-Shifting.

-Megatron: God of Warfare.

-Predaking: God of Beasts.

-Shockwave: God of Unethical Science & Logic.

-Skyquake: God of ___?

-Soundwave: God of Spys.

-Starscream: God of Betrayal & Trickery.

-Vehicons: scouts for the Cons.

Any ideas?

[hannie-dul-set]

— [21.01.20] DISCLAIMER. all au updates published BEFORE the date above are unfortunately not inclusive. i made them before i was properly educated about social media au inclusivity, and although they are all female reader centric, they are still not inclusive to all races and body types due to my frequent usage of ulzzang photos. i cannot delete and edit every single screenshot before this date, but i promise that i will do better in all updates AFTER this date. i apologize for my ignorance. sm au inclusivity.

NCT

GOLD PAINTED CANVAS

SUMMARY. the classic rich boy and poor girl love story but with less prejudice and more happiness.

PAIRING. director! jung jaehyun x painter! reader GENRE. romance, fluff (a lot of fluff), tiny angst, comedy WARNINGS. just swearing, i think STATUS. COMPLETED

AN EYE FOR AN EYE // A HEART FOR A HEART

SUMMARY. as they say, what goes around comes around. so when you break a hundred hearts out of the selfishness of your actions— be prepared to get your own heart broken a hundred times, as well.

PAIRING. nct dream 00 line x reader GENRE. fuckboy! au, high school! au, angst, drama, romance WARNINGS. swearing, suggestive content, mentions/implications of sex, underage drinking, toxic households, just toxic behaviors in general HAHA do not make an example of these troubled kids 😌 (may add more in the future) STATUS. CURRENTLY ONGOING

FIRST TO FALL, FIRST OF ALL

SUMMARY. when you were asked to make a public confession as a punishment for losing a game, what you expected to get was rejection, mortification, and heaps and heaps of humiliation— not a sudden new boyfriend whom you don’t even know the name of.

PAIRING. na jaemin x reader GENRE. fcollege! au, romance, angst, fluff, humor, lots of drama, strangers to lovers-ish WARNINGS. a lot of swearing, heartbreak HAGSBSK, so much bad decisions whoops, jaemin is greasy as fuck be warned STATUS. CURRENTLY ONGOING

SEVENTEEN

CAME DOWN FROM HEAVEN

SUMMARY. each and every human on earth has their designated angel to keep them safe from harm’s hands. sadly, y/n’s previous guardian had to resign from protecting her due to some circumstances. so now, yoon jeonghan’s taking over.

PAIRING. guardian angel! yoon jeonghan x reader GENRE. supernatural themes, romance, fluff, angst, comedy WARNINGS. mentions of death, swearing, implied smut STATUS. COMPLETED

WHEN THE STARS ALIGN

SUMMARY. watch soonyoung and his (futile) attempts to get noticed by his crush.

PAIRING. kwon soonyoung x reader GENRE. comedy, fluff, very tiny angst WARNINGS. soonyoung being an absolute dummy it hurts, swearing STATUS. COMPLETED

(THIRTEEN TIMES) I LOVE YOU

SUMMARY. wherein y/n (a hopeless romantic) seems to fall in love with nearly ever guy she meets. so, she writes letters for them to compensate. these letters weren’t meant for them to read, but what happens when they all end up receiving them?

PAIRING. seventeen ot13 x reader GENRE. to all the boys i’ve loved before! au, high school! au, romance, fluff, comedy, angst WARNINGS. swearing, y/n attracts misfortune STATUS. ONHOLD (expected continuation date: summer 2021)

“STRIPES, CLAWS, AND TIGER PAWS”

SUMMARY. y/n l/n was living the dream— has loads of cash, has good grades, has a stable social life, and not to mention her impressive social media following. but her life would immensely change upon saving a cat (or maybe tiger) during one stormy evening. she couldn’t decide whether that change was for better, or for worse.

PAIRING. tiger person! kwon soonyoung x reader GENRE. comedy, just bullshit, romance, fluff, tiny angst WARNINGS. soonyoung being an actual fucking tiger, body transformation (nothing explicit), swearing STATUS. DISCONTINUED

THE NIGHTINGALE’S REQUIEM

SUMMARY. when all that you have is stripped from your grasp and leaves you with nothing, the world might take pity and replace it with equal worth. to accept what you have been given or use it to avenge what you have lost— the choice one makes is usually the latter.

PAIRING. seventeen x reader GENRE. the count of monte cristo! au, drama, crime, angst, romance WARNINGS. mentions of death, swearing, just that i think STATUS. DISCONTINUED but i might rewrite it in the future

© hannie-dul-set.

[sostanotes]

The Owl House Season 2 Trailer Breakdown

We’re halfway through The Owl House Season 2A and I wanted to look back at the original announcement trailer and due some analysis. There are 59 separate scenes (counting camera cuts as “scenes” in the trailer. This includes the extended “video diary” scene at the beginning, which is actually two scenes, since the part with the key is non-contiguous with the rest, and counts the group shot of the coven heads as two scenes since there is a cut in the middle.

10 scenes, including the first and last, come from the season premiere, “Separate Tides”. Otherwise we have the Garlog’s Shadow bit from the opening scene, two shots of Pirate!Luz, our first introduction to the Golden Guard’s personality as he teleports away and messes with king in the birdcage, and the Fire Bee fight that forms the foundation of the Lulu and Hootcifer’s friendship.

6 scenes come from “Escaping Expulsion”. 4 shots are from the Blight Industries Expo, plus Eda and Lilith at their desks and Willow getting ready to sneak out.

9 scenes come from “Echoes of the Past”. We have the flying shot that comes first after the video diary, several different interior shots of King’s nursery/castle, plus PortaHooty and the flashback of Short-haired Eda. This is also a run of 3 consecutive scenes from this episode: PortaHooty, Jean-Luc readying his claw, and Lilith using the ice glyph to attack.

4 scenes come from “Keeping Up A-fear-ances”. But boy, what scenes they were. IN order, we had: The flying-eye roof-tiles, Gwendolyn’s arrival, Young Eda listen to her mom go a bit nuts, and Lilith’s first brush with the curse transformation.

7 scenes come from “Through the Looking Glass Ruins” 3 come from the library: outside the forbidden stacks, Amity pulls up her hair, and Malphas cloaked by his wings (the last two being back to back in the trailer). The other 4 are from the A-plot: 2 shots of Gus’ fireball, the statues crying blood, and the illusion guardian-beast.

That’s all the scenes we have scene so far, a total of 36/59 or about 61% We’ve still got a lot to see. From here out, I’ll be touching on spoilers, “leaks”, and promo material, so be warned.

There’s enough information about the next two episodes, that I feel pretty confidant in certain guess about what scenes might be from them. We have official title/synopsis information on the episode after that, and then unofficial information on the last two of this half-season. So let’s go in order:

2.6 “Hunting Palisman”

We know Luz and the Golden Guard are working together, and there is a shot of Luz with the scarred cardinal palisman on her shoulder. That means any shot in her new pants with her cape on are likely from this episode as well.

Based on other details, such as her having a mask and certain background details, the shot with the giant glyph-combo and the shot of Kikimora are likely from this episode as well.

Also, the shot of Luz tied up and about to activate an ice glyph with her foot is likely in the blimp thing the hand-dragon is shown on, and it may be the same flying contraption Luz is shown climbing later.

Given the title, I think Belos breaking the palisman off a staff may be in this episode as well. From that, I’d also guess that shot of the Golden Guard shadowed by what appears to be a transforming Belos is also in this episode, and also possible the shot of Belos that doesn’t feature any part of the portal.

My best guess is that 8 of the remain 23 scenes come from this episode

2.7 “Eda’s Requiem”

This episode features “a special witch from Eda’s past who enlists her help in a rebellion”. We are pretty sure this is the character named “Rayne”, who we are pretty sure is the current head of the Bard Coven.

Thus any shot of Rayne is likely, though not guaranteed to be from this episode.

Digging deeper, the iTunes thumbnail shows them standing at a big sewer-discharge pipe on a beach. The shot fo Eda that fades to a rose-tinted flashback of younger Eda and the shot of Rayne turning with their face half in shadow have backgrounds that match to that shot, so likely from this episode.

The mournful expression on Rayne’s face as they prepare to play their violin/fiddle, plus the additional promotional material that shows them playing it with their mask on, means that shot is likely also in this episode.

If it is a shot used in an episode at all, and not just a teaser mean to get us hyped about the new characters, the two shots showing off the Coven Heads is likely part of some exposition on Rayne’s part in this episode.

The various shots of Emperor’s coven adjacent people (plume-hooded guy about to be crushed and the guard drawing a spell circle) may also be in this episode, but that’s a real tentative guess.

Overall, that puts my guess for this episode at: 7 scenes (5 if my last guess there is wrong or the coven heads shot is not in any episode; 3 if both of those are true)

2.8 “Knock Knock, Knocking on Hooty’s Door”

Hooty tries to help various people at it goes wrong. That’s not much to go on, but I do have a single guess:

The weird shot of the strange owl beast (which matches pretty well to the one in Eda’ minds cape), my be the “doesn’t go as planned” bit of his trying to help Eda.

2.9 “Eclipse Lake”

Given the title, the shot of Luz tethered and floating in some “water” is most likely from this episode.

I also think that the Lumity handholding scene is from this episode, but that’s purely because its the next synopsis to mention Amity.

2.10 “Yesterday’s Lie”

The fuck if I know. Actually, I do have one solid guess: Belos activating the portal is a PERFECT cliffhanger to take a mid-season hiatus on, so that’s likely here. Maybe then add-on effect of that alerting Camila, leading to the shot we see of her? I could see it pacing out like the final bits of “Keeping Up A-fear-ances” and “Through the Looking Glass Ruins”, the final scene being a plot-advancing lore dump with a shocking stinger.

Maybe THIS is where Luz is in the “water”?

Again, maybe the handholding scene is here?

So, that still leaves us a few shots unaccounted for:

The flaming vision of the Titan-skull

The mysterious stranger in the Moon-and-Stars cloak

If I had to make wild guess at placing the two unaccounted for scenes, I’d say the vision is either in “Knock Knock, Knocking on Hooty’s Door” or “Eclipse Lake”, And the mysterious figure is either part of the plot of “Eda’s Requiem”, “Eclipse Lake”, or “Yesterday’s Lie”.

[davidmann95]

I think you read these but I don’t think you’ve ever made a post about them specifically so what are your thoughts on Jupiter’s Legacy/Jupiter’s Circle? Any interesting comparisons between Utopian and Superman you took away?

I’m going to level with you: I have mixed feelings on those books when they do not especially merit them.

I was, once upon a time, in the exact right time, place, and demographic to think Mark Millar’s comics were the shit, and this hit juuuuuuust at the tail end of that. It doesn’t hurt that it’s the other end of the lynchpin of Millarworld as a shared universe with Wanted, because of all Millar’s sounds-cool-in-the-abstract big ideas, the world he ultimately built might be the biggest and abstractly coolest of all. “Superheroes USED to be real, but then the villains beat them and took over the world and fooled us all into accepting what we know as the ‘real world’, but their grip loosened (because of what went down in Wanted) and now weird things are starting to leak back in” is I’ll maintain to my dying day a rad idea for a shared universe with tons of room for development in all sorts of directions, even if as usual it doesn’t live up to the logline. And Jupiter is the Earth-2 to all that, where the heroes stuck around and eventually grew out of control.

In practice, the comic’s not very good. I believe Millar when he says he wants it to be his Watchmen, and in a certain sense I believe he’s right, just not in the sense he intends: it’s all his interests mixed together at the height of his...stylization, his real-world superhero fixation and love for Hollywood conventions and his kernel of sincere unvarnished love for old-school cape-and-tights adventures, all mingling in a kind of Kingdom Come meets Civil War mashup. There’s still little good moments, still cool ideas, still bits of the stuff that leave me inordinately nostalgic for the guy’s output at his peak, but I think the most telling thing is that a character quote in a promotional ad was “Is that why you hate me, dad? Because I’m the only thing you ever failed at?” and in the actual comic it was utterly mangled into “Is this why you’re always yelling at me, man? Am I the one thing in your perfect life you worry you maybe failed at?” - Millar doing his Millar thing wins out over telling the story in the best way possible every time. Meanwhile Quitely is trying his absolute damndest (except for the last page of #3, which he clearly had to rush out the door, which sucks because it’s ostensibly a huge emotional moment) and still pulling incredible storytelling tricks, but also this ate up 5 years of his invaluable time. Glad he’ll be able to cash out big time, but still.

Jupiter’s Circle meanwhile, while a prequel created purely as a stalling tactic to give Quitely time on the main book, actually has its moments. It’s still a Millar comic, and the ending involves an incredibly gross ‘twist’ that bars me from seriously recommending it, yet it’s also the last thing of his where I got the sense that he was really trying to accomplish something storytelling-wise rather than pinning together notions and setpieces in lieu of an actual formal pitch document. As much as ‘Mark Millar writes a comic about the not-Justice League being torn apart by domestic and internal troubles against the backdrop of the 1960s’ does pretty much everything you’d expect it to do in a negative sense too, there are real little moments of poignancy and heartbreak and wonder that remind you that once upon a time, he did some really good stories that were the springboard to *gestures broadly*. And it’s Wilfredo Torres drawing it with some filler by Chris Sprouse, so it’s comparably gorgeous to its big brother, plus there’s a scene where not-Superman is visibly uncomfortable having to be in a room with Ayn Rand. Speaking of whom, since you asked, the Utopian actually is in the context of the full story a solid tragic take on a Superman gone wrong, a ‘classic’ version who was on the verge of becoming a truly transformative figure for a new era who by betrayal, misunderstanding, and terrible circumstance was cowed into remaining a conservative guardian of the status quo.

All-in-all, much as it’s about what you’d expect from Mark Millar’s Grand Opus, there are bits and pieces of it that leave me interested. Maybe it’s just his initial interviews where he gives a sense of grand scope to it as a Star Wars/Lord of the Rings-esque classical sweeping epic for the superhero genre (specifically promising it was something far bigger than what it really ended up being) that even if I knew back then was bullshit still sounded cool, or the hints of something REALLY big coming that never fully paid off, but there are enough interesting ideas, good scenes, and potentially promising character dynamics that I’m sincerely interested what the Netflix adaptation will be able to do with it, and the theoretically upcoming trilogy-capper Jupiter’s Requiem set decades down the road will be the first comic of his in a number of years I’ll buy, even as it’s also in all likelihood the last. What can I say, I’m a completionist.

[shadowbanish]

Thank you @paintedcentaur for tagging me!

Rules: answer 17 questions, and tag 17 people

Nickname: I don’t really have a nickname. My username on most places is Shadowbanish, but as far as any IRL nicknames go, one of my best mates always calls me either Shortround or the first hobbit name that comes to his mind, since he’s 6′5″ and......

Zodiac sign: Aries

Height: ......I’m 5′2″. :’))))

Hogwarts House: I did a quiz aaaages ago once, and it said I was Slytherin.

Last thing I Googled: Synthesizer brands for hatchling names. lol

Songs stuck in my head: Turtle Power by Partners in Kryme, because I originally didn’t have a song stuck in my head, so I skipped this part, and a few answers down I mention TMNT, and since then it’s been stuck in my head, so I came back to add it here.

Number of followers: 752

Sleep: Who the hell is that?

Lucky number: 13 and 27

Dream job: Growing up, I always dreamed of becoming a marine biologist and maybe also a Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtle. Now..... *shrugs* I don’t really dream of being anything, apart from emotionally and financially stable. heh

Wearing: PJs. I mean, it’s 3am. Yeah, okay, I’ve been wearing them all day.

Favourite song: AJSHFGJSDF Does anyone actually have a single favourite song? I can’t even narrow it down to 50. So uuummmm.... here’s some good songs I heard recently-ish and really enjoy:

Saturday by All The Damn Vampires

Cry Little Sister (cover) by Vomitron ft. Anneke Van Giersbergen

Cadillac Maniac by Kissin’ Dynamite ft. The Baseballs

My Name is Ruin by Gary Numan

Rendezvous by Scandroid

Favourite instrument: To play, the Irish Whistle. To listen to, any flute, and also the erhu.

Aesthetic: Wtf would I even call my aesthetic? Tacky nostalgic goth? lol I dunno. I love all things dark and spooky, but I also love neon lights and glitter and tacky 80′s/early 90′s patterns/colour schemes and shit. So yeah, I guess tacky nostalgic goth it is. X’)

Favourite author: Uumm... hmm. Well, a recent one would be Pat Mills, for the graphic novel series “Requiem Vampire Knight” (please don’t look that up if you’re a minor - lol), and a childhood one would be Joanna Cole, for "The Magic Schoolbus" series, that sparked my interest in science and made me beg my mom for a microscope when I was 5, so that I too could add iodine to my spit and see what it looked like up close.

Favourite animal noise: THIS! 

Random: Speaking of random, my spouse got tired of us spending almost an hour trying to think of what to watch for our Saturday night movie nights every week, that we’ve sorted it out for the next year. We wrote out a list of 52 of some our favourite films, folded each one up into a tiny square so we can’t see what it is, and then randomly choose one out of a bowl. This Saturday is the first, and the random pick (which happens on a Wednesday, since nothing really exciting happens then) is Transformers the Movie (1986). c:

Tagging: (I’m just gonna pick 17 folks that show up in my recent activity. lol) @vladimpalerfr @dire-vulture @charoite-burrower @coatlscoatlseverywhere @starwood-stranded @dadboat-fr @dragonbleps-fr @cornsnoot-fr @sickviking-fr @mistyhollow-agent @zerkjo-fr @thatwhatthing-fr @highland-gem-guardian @tomswifty-fr @fr54526 @thewindbloom @owleics-fr

(I’m sorry if anyone’s already been tagged. Also, if you’ve been tagged and don’t want to do this, then obviously you don’t have to!)

[serephinastardust]

The Book I'm writing: Requiem of the Rising Flames-Elixir's Pursuit: A Kitsune's Journey Rewrite #3 Book 1 Chapter 7

Caught in the talons of the Tempest Roc, Odessa's disorientation gave way to a stark awareness of her precarious situation. The wind rushed past her, and the world blurred as she struggled to make sense of the sudden change of events.

With a mixture of shock and alertness, Odessa glanced around, trying to orient herself. The realization struck her—she was suspended high above the ground, a captive in the clutches of the very creature she had witnessed being defeated not long ago.

A sense of helplessness crept in as Odessa looked downward. The distance between her and the ground was now too vast to contemplate any escape. The Tempest Roc, once vanquished, now carried her through the skies with an unsettling determination.

Surveying her surroundings, Odessa noted the continued activity below. A group, riding into Umbral Haven, caught her attention. Wondering if it might be the rest of Crown Prince Xander's entourage, she strained her eyes to discern familiar faces.

After a moment, another group came into view. As she squinted against the rushing wind, she thought she detected a symbol, faint but unmistakable—a Nightshade emblem. A brief flicker of speculation crossed her mind. Could it be that her family had sent someone to retrieve her? A mix of emotions welled up within her—anticipation, uncertainty, and a lingering desire for connection.

As the unsettling reality of her situation settled in, Odessa, ever the pragmatist, tamped down any unwarranted emotions that threatened to surface. The dangerous predicament she found herself in served as a catalyst for mental clarity. If anyone had observed her closely, they would have witnessed a subtle transformation—a gradual retreat of warmth from her countenance, leaving behind a face cold and devoid of expression.

Turning her attention to the Tempest Roc, Odessa twisted within its grasp, locking eyes with the formidable creature. She ventured to ask the question that hung heavily in the air.

"Why have you taken me?" she inquired, her voice cutting through the rush of wind. The Roc, an inscrutable guardian of the skies, met her gaze with an unyielding stare. Its response, a silence that echoed between them, offered no solace or explanation.

Almost simultaneously, Odessa and the Roc sensed the approach of another presence. A glance in the direction of their shared focus revealed Crown Prince Xander, resolute and determined, beginning the chase anew.

As Seraphina stood on the ground, her eyes widened in detached horror as the woman she had observed and briefly befriended was snatched by the Tempest Roc. The abrupt turn of events left her grappling with a surreal mixture of disbelief and concern.

In the recesses of her thoughts, Seraphina mused, "This Esa, whoever she is, seems to have the worst luck. Is she the unluckiest girl alive, or is fate playing some twisted game with her?" The brief connection they had formed now felt like a fragile thread severed by the unpredictable whims of fate.

The crowd below, oblivious to the true identity of the woman caught in the talons of the Tempest Roc, buzzed with speculation and whispers. Observers exchanged hushed conversations, trying to make sense of the sudden and dramatic events unfolding above.

"Who is she?" murmured one curious onlooker, squinting at the figure suspended in mid-air.

"Never seen her before. Maybe she's from out of town," replied another, shading their eyes from the sun to get a better look.

As the speculation continued, the tone of the crowd's whispers shifted. A group of women who had earlier engaged in animated discussions about Crown Prince Xander found a new topic of conversation. Their voices, tinged with jealousy, painted a different perspective.

"Did you see that? The prince went after her, not one of us," remarked a woman, her eyes narrowing with envy.

"Who is she, anyway? She's so plain. What does he see in her?" questioned another, her gaze fixed on the airborne spectacle.

The misinterpretation of the prince's intentions fueled the growing discontent among the group. Jealousy twisted their expressions as they watched the unfolding drama in the skies.

As the crowd continued to speculate about the mysterious woman in the Roc's clutches, the whispers of the women who had earlier discussed Crown Prince Xander took on a more ominous tone. The rumors they had heard about the prince's ruthlessness fueled their growing apprehension.

"I heard he doesn't care about anyone caught in his path. If she's in trouble, she's as good as gone," one woman muttered, her expression darkening.

"Plain or not, I wouldn't want to be in her shoes. Xander's a force to be reckoned with," added another, echoing the ominous sentiments.

The sinister reputation that surrounded Crown Prince Xander painted their perception of the unfolding events. Jealousy intertwined with a tinge of fear as they observed the airborne spectacle.

Seraphina's mind lingered on the question of whether the girl had any family in Umbral Haven. "Does she have someone waiting for her? Family, friends? Or is she truly alone in this city?" The uncertainty of Esa's background heightened the intrigue surrounding her sudden abduction.

A decision crystallized within Seraphina. The detached horror she felt morphed into a determination to take action. Ignoring the speculative whispers around her, she resolved to step into the chaos and attempt to help the girl herself.

Leaving the safety of the crowd, Seraphina moved with purpose, her gaze fixed on the ascending Roc and its captive.

In the swirling winds high above, Odessa attempted to reason with the enigmatic Tempest Roc, her words carried away by the currents as she spoke.

"Listen," she began, her voice a mere whisper against the rush of air, "there are rumors about the guy chasing us. They say he's ruthless, that he won't lose sleep if you decide to take me out in the process. If you're doing this because you think he's a threat, you've got it all wrong."

The Roc, indifferent to her attempts at negotiation, continued its ascent, its sharp gaze fixed on the horizon.

"He's not after me," she persisted, her words echoing in the vast expanse. "In fact, if anything happens to me, he might not even care. So, let's reconsider this, shall we?"

The Roc responded only with a brief, intense glare, as if challenging her resolve. Adjusting its flight slightly, it showed no inclination to engage in verbal discourse.

Odessa took a momentary pause, her keen eyes scanning the surroundings. As the Roc veered closer to Lunar Meadow, a subtle shift in trajectory, unlike their previous course, registered in her observant mind. A sigh escaped her lips, an acknowledgment of the changing circumstances.

"Fine," she murmured, her voice barely audible against the wind. "We're heading towards Lunar Meadow, then. Let's see where this takes us."

Crown Prince Xander resumed his assault on the Tempest Roc, Eclipsebane in hand, each swing sending out arcs of ethereal energy that danced through the air. The sword energy, a manifestation of celestial power, trailed behind the gleaming blade like transient echoes of its otherworldly might. With every stroke, Xander sought to impose his will upon the tempestuous guardian that defied him.

The Roc, in response, met each strike with an air of stoic defiance. Feathers ruffled by the force of the swings, it remained a formidable opponent in the tumultuous skies, a guardian of the storm facing off against the celestial force.

Meanwhile, Odessa, suspended in the talons of the Roc, abandoned her attempts at communication for a moment. Instead, she turned her focus to the landscape below, desperately seeking any sign of the waterfalls or rivers that might offer a semblance of safety.

Scanning the vast expanse of Lunar Meadow, Odessa strained her eyes against the winds. The landscape, though blurred by the rapid movement, revealed the verdant meadow below, interspersed with rocky outcrops and scattered water features. A glimmer of hope sparked within her as she sought the familiar sight of cascading water, a potential escape route from her precarious perch in the skies.

As the duel between Crown Prince Xander and the Tempest Roc continued above, Odessa's gaze remained fixed on the meadow below, her thoughts oscillating between the unfolding battle in the heavens and the possibility of finding refuge amidst the natural wonders of Lunar Meadow.

With her keen eyes fixed on the landscape below, Odessa's calculating mind worked swiftly to assess the potential escape point she had identified—a high waterfall cascading down Lunar Meadow. In the midst of the tempestuous skies, her thoughts became a dance of precision and strategy.

Calculations spun through her mind like a well-oiled machine. She estimated the distance from her current position to the waterfall, factoring in the Roc's altitude and the speed at which they were hurtling through the air. The angle and trajectory of her jump became crucial variables in the equation.

In the calm center of her calculating storm, Odessa envisioned the precise moment she would need to make her move. A fraction too early or too late, and the consequences could be dire. The waterfall, a distant beacon of potential safety, represented both opportunity and risk.

Yet, as she plotted her escape, a new challenge emerged. Crown Prince Xander's celestial assault continued, and each swing of Eclipsebane sent ripples of icy sword energy through the air. The ethereal frost threatened to encase her in an otherworldly grip, a stark reminder that even in the midst of calculated maneuvers, the celestial forces at play could tip the scales.

With meticulous precision, Odessa gauged the frozen tendrils of sword energy, acutely aware of their chilling touch. Her calculations now extended to the timing of her jump, ensuring that she would evade the encroaching frost while executing a precise and controlled descent.

As the Roc continued its turbulent flight through the skies, Odessa worked with calculated urgency to free herself from its talons. Each subtle movement required finesse, her agile form twisting and turning to loosen the grip that held her captive. With a precarious balance, she clung to the Roc's talons, her brown eyes focused on the approaching waterfall.

Inside the confines of her mind, a countdown commenced—an internal ticking clock that measured the seconds until the waterfall was within jumping distance. Odessa's sharp intellect orchestrated each movement, synchronized with the rhythm of her heartbeat.

"Ten... nine... eight..." she whispered to herself, mentally reviewing the distance that separated her from the cascade of water below. Her keen gaze darted between the relentless pursuit of Crown Prince Xander and the anticipated escape point.

"Seven... six... five..." Odessa gauged the ruthless determination in Xander's movements, the celestial energy radiating from Eclipsebane a stark reminder of the peril that loomed behind her.

"Four... three... two..." Her muscles tensed as the waterfall drew nearer, its thunderous roar becoming a symphony of promise and challenge.

"One..." With a swift, decisive motion, Odessa released her grip from the Roc's talons, her body suspended for a fleeting moment in the tumultuous currents of the tempest. The jump, a calculated leap of faith, propelled her towards the cascading waters, and as she descended, the world around her blurred into a mosaic of motion and anticipation.

As Crown Prince Xander unleashed the final, decisive blow upon the Tempest Roc, his expression remained unamused, a stoic mask that belied the celestial force he wielded. Eclipsebane cleaved through the air, a streak of molten gold against the tempestuous backdrop, before finding its mark with an otherworldly precision. The Roc, a once indomitable guardian of the storm, succumbed to the celestial might, its form sent hurtling in a catastrophic descent.

The impact was thunderous, a collision of forces that echoed through the tempest. Feathers and debris scattered in the aftermath, marking the Roc's final descent to the earth. Xander watched with a detached gaze, his interest fleeting as the celestial energy of Eclipsebane dissipated into the ambient air.

However, at the periphery of his vision, something mundane caught Xander's attention—an ordinary woman, freefalling through the skies. The intricacies of her descent briefly stirred a memory, a flicker of recognition that danced on the fringes of his consciousness. Silver hair and amethyst eyes, a spectral echo from a bygone time.

As he observed her contort her body to navigate the perilous descent, the memory solidified for a moment, evoking the image of a girl he had once known. The connection eluded him, a puzzle piece just beyond reach, and he dismissed the nostalgic reverie. There was no place for sentiments in the celestial dance of the present.

With a subtle shift of focus, Xander directed his attention downward, the meadow stretching beneath him in a vibrant tapestry of natural beauty. Putting the person, he saw enter the water right before the waterfall out of his mind completely.