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Random thought whilst I was watching Ghosts. I remember there was a whole debate a few years back about the 20$ bill and I think we should put Issac Higgintoot on it.

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I saw a video of the new Neytiri and Jake Fortnite skins and the ikran glider but it looks like surfing, here’s my idea:

“Na’vi clans from the more open ocean/beach shores kind of stuff areas surf and maybe there’s a clan that’s a mix of one of these clans and the Omaticaya (or another forest clan that’s bonds with Ikran like the Tayrangi Clan) and so the older Na’vi kids surf in the air on their Ikrans.” (My Notes App, Feb 15th, 2025)

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Working on a story whilst I should be doing my marine biology classwork ✌️

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May I just say.. you have fantastic taste in movies?

Why thank you, I do pride myself in liking older movies. My parents grew up mostly in the 90s and my great grandma would take me to donation stores and we’d look through the VHS tapes (always open the case before buying)

I also don’t watch most new movies or movies in general (i.e. that Disney movie Wish, where’s the actually good villains and the DRAMA)

I am an early to beginning of the mid 2000s Gen Z so newer movies are under my belt

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I really should focus on making my Inuit story and stop getting new ideas but I can’t help it.

I was scrolling on TikTok per usual and an Atlantis: The Lost Empire movie edit popped up and I LOVE that movie so here’s my new idea:

Na’vi x Atlantis: The Lost Empire, I remember most of the movie but I’m gonna rewatch it to get all the deets, etc, but the Atlanteans will be a lost clan of Na’vi, pretty much long forgotten and now they’re just a myth like todays myth of Atlantis.

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I was listening to music and “All I Want” by Kodaline started playing and I thought that since it’s headcannon that Castin plays piano since Desmond does, for this one chapter fic (https://archiveofourown.org/works/43887861 by Marvelousscenario07) he’d play this on the piano.

One of the lyrics is “I’ll find somebody” and we all know he never couldn’t and wouldn’t find someone else.

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Now I feel like making a Hogwarts Legacy short story with the Baroness and Castin, even though I’m still doing research for my Inuit story (though I also have an idea for Māori/Hawai’i story)

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Celica Anesidora as a student at Hogwarts, hopefully I did her enough justice with what little cosmetics there are.

The scar cause I give every character I’ve made one as I like giving them TRAUMATIC back stories and Celica fits that perfectly.

I see her as a Slytherin and Castin Gryffindor (also Hufflepuff a bit when he’s with her)

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EEEEEK!

I LOVED YOUR DRABBLE SOO MUCH!

It was all heartwarming and shit. And believe me, I think it’s just what the fandom needs right now. 😮‍💨

I’m glad some many people like it. I kept redoing it so many times cause I didn’t like how I’d write it and once my brain goes it doesn’t stop.

I just couldn’t believe what Castin did (still) so for now I refuse to acknowledge everything that’s happened badly and just imagine everything is all right.

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What If . . . the story went nicely

A gift for the wonderful @themonotonysyndrome

The sun was beginning to set over Intacia, painting the sky in hues of orange and pink, but inside the manor of Imperial Baroness Celica and Commander Castin, the atmosphere was a flurry of anticipation. The excitement in the air was thick, and the normally composed Castin could hardly sit still. He paced relentlessly across the room, his jaw tense, hands fidgeting as he struggled to calm his nerves. Always a man of action, confident and composed in every situation, Castin now felt as if his heart might pound right out of his chest.

“Castin, you’ve checked everything at least three times,” Celica, said from the bed, her voice calm despite the labor pains she endured. She had maintained an air of grace throughout her pregnancy, unshaken even during the most uncomfortable moments.

“I just want everything to be perfect,” Castin muttered, raking a hand through his dark hair. “This is… this is our baby, Celica. Our little one.”

Celica smiled faintly, despite the ache in her body. “It already is perfect.”

The hours passed in a blur of tension and quiet encouragement. Castin hovered by his wife’s side, every nerve taut as he watched her endure with strength and dignity. He hadn’t felt this powerless since his earliest days as a young soldier. Time stretched endlessly—until, at last, the sound they had waited months to hear filled the room.

A newborn’s cry.

The midwife, a wise woman with steady hands, beamed as she cradled the infant in soft blankets. Turning to the expectant parents, she announced joyfully, “It’s a girl.”

Castin blinked. A girl? The words barely registered before his legs gave way beneath him. With a graceless thud, he collapsed backward into a chair, tipping precariously to one side before landing sprawled across the seat, one arm dangling limply over the edge. His face was frozen in disbelief, the shock overwhelming even a battle-hardened commander like him.

“Castin!” Celica gasped, half amused despite herself.

The midwife chuckled. “I’ve seen fathers faint before,” she said dryly, “but none quite as dramatic as that.”

Celica shook her head, smiling softly as she cradled their daughter. “He’ll be fine,” she assured the midwife. “He just needs a minute.”

A minute turned into several before Castin groaned and stirred, blinking groggily as he sat up. His face flushed a deep red as he realized what had happened. “I—I’m fine,” he muttered, clearing his throat and trying to reclaim some semblance of dignity. “Just… got a little overwhelmed.”

Celica arched a brow, amusement dancing in her eyes. “You don’t say.”

Then, as if drawn by an invisible force, Castin’s gaze landed on the tiny bundle in Celica’s arms. The breath caught in his throat. She was perfect—tiny and fragile, yet undeniably strong. Her thick black hair, soft as silk, framed a delicate face. When she opened her eyes for the first time, Castin’s heart clenched. Those bright blue eyes, filled with wonder, mirrored his own.

“She’s a girl,” he whispered, the words carrying a weight of disbelief and awe. “A girl.”

“Yes, Castin,” Celica teased gently. “You’re officially a girl dad.”

A broad, goofy grin spread across Castin’s face, wiping away every trace of embarrassment. “I’m a girl dad,” he repeated, the pride in his voice unmistakable.

Just then, the door creaked open, and Queen Isolde entered the room, her face lighting up at the sight of Celica holding the tiny infant. Behind her was King Rhett.

“Well, well,” Rhett said with a rare chuckle, “looks like Intacia has a new Baroness.”

Isolde beamed as she approached. “She’s beautiful, Celica,” she said warmly. “And it’s obvious she’s got her father’s looks already.”

Celica laughed softly. “She does,” she agreed, brushing a strand of hair from her baby’s forehead. “Though I’m sure we’ll see more of me as she grows.”

As more well-wishers arrived—loyal retainers, curious children from the village, and even a couple of eager journalists—the room filled with joyful chatter. One soldier clapped Castin on the back. “She’ll be strong like her father,” he said proudly.

Castin smiled, stepping closer to Celica and their daughter. “Or strong like her mother.”

The baby stirred in Celica’s arms, and Castin gently reached out, his finger brushing against the baby’s tiny hand. To his amazement, her fingers curled around his. His chest swelled with wonder as he whispered, “Look at her. She’s everything I didn’t know I needed.”

“Do you have a name for her yet?” Isolde asked softly.

Celica and Castin exchanged a glance. Then Celica spoke, her voice tender. “Serafina.”

“Serafina,” Castin echoed, tasting the name on his tongue. “It’s perfect.”

And as the celebration continued, Castin held his daughter close, the weight of responsibility mingling with boundless joy. He had faced countless battles, led armies, and protected his people—but nothing compared to this.

This was love. This was fatherhood. This was everything.

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If there’s mistakes I apologise I don’t write stories often, if I do I get writers burnout real quick and I wrote this in 5 hours when I was supposed to be sleeping.

The story:

The Prisoners -

Commander Castin and his soldiers had been taken prisoner, their weapons confiscated, and their bodies bound by the strong ropes of the Empire. Castin could feel the weight of the sky pressing down from above as they were led through thick forest, their captors silent and watchful.

The air was thick with tension, and despite his military training, Castin couldn’t shake the feeling that he was stepping into something far beyond his understanding. His soldiers were exhausted, their faces set in grim lines as they followed behind him, their hands bound tightly behind their backs. The Empire’s soldiers were quiet, their movements as fluid as the waters they came from. The men and women of the Empire, though striking in their physiques—tall, elegant, and strong—had an unnerving presence. Their eyes were big and bright but sharp and cold. Despite that it was clear to Castin that these people, the Imperials , weren’t like the Intacians. There was something about them that made the air itself feel alive.

They arrived at a clearing, a village rising in front of them with stilted platforms and woven huts. The people of the village moved with an ease that spoke of a deep connection to the waters around them. Castin could see the familiar features of the people of the Empire—those striking blue green eyes and tails that curved behind them like a paddle.

The villagers watched them with cold, assessing eyes, their gazes hard as steel. Castin’s heart beat a little faster under their scrutiny. The Imperials were known for their resilience in the face of adversity, but Castin knew that resistance here could mean much more than mere imprisonment—it could mean his death.

The villagers glared at them, some whispering in their native tongue, a language Castin didn’t understand, though he could tell from the tones that it was laced with only feelings of contempt and loathing. They didn’t trust them. Why would they? After years of war, after years of bloodshed between Intacia and the Empire, why would they extend kindness to the people they had been fighting for years against?

A New Beginning -

Castin’s mind raced with thoughts of escape, but he couldn’t act. Not yet.

The warrior that had brought them in had been assigned the task of overseeing their “transition.” Castin’s heart sank when he saw her approach. Young, strikingly beautiful, and far too serene for someone who held such an important position, she had an air of command around her that Castin couldn’t ignore.

She stepped forward, her movements fluid, and with an almost ethereal grace. Her deep, ocean-colored eyes met his, sharp as the waves during a storm. She looked every bit the part of nobility—calm, controlled, powerful. Her presence was a stark contrast to the anxious energy radiating from Castin and his soldiers.

“You are in my care now.” Her voice was firm but not unkind.

Castin stood up straighter, finding his backbone as a leader once more. “I understand.”

Her eyes flicked over his soldiers for a moment, then back to him. “You will stay with me and you will learn our ways.”

Castin’s chest tightened. His mind screamed in rebellion. He was the man who commanded an entire army, he was not some child. But he kept his thoughts to himself, nodding silently in acceptance. He had no choice but to go along with this.

She glanced over at the guards, who seemed to linger, watching as she gestured for them to step back. She spoke to Castin in broken, yet understandable English, her voice softer this time. “You are here to learn.”

Castin was led into her mauri, a traditional home built on stilts near the water’s edge. The air smelled of salt and wood. Inside, the spaciousness was comforting, and yet, it only reminded him how different this place was from his home in Intacia.

The Changing -

Castin stood awkwardly inside the small, circular space. His hands were still bound, but the restraints had loosened a little. He felt the coolness of the air on his skin, and the weight of his situation settled like a stone in his stomach.

The warrior stood nearby, watching him with those sharp eyes that never seemed to blink.

“Before we proceed, we should introduce ourselves properly.” She spoke again, her tone purposeful. Her words rang in Castin’s ears, and for the first time, he realized they hadn’t yet exchanged names.

He cleared his throat, trying to maintain some of his dignity. “Commander Castin of Intacia.” His voice was firm, though it carried the unmistakable strain of a man who was far from home.

Her eyes softened slightly as she gave him a nod. “I am Aru’a, Baroness of the Empire and this is my village; Maui’na.” She spoke the title as if it were nothing more than a fact—simple and true, like the sea itself.

Castin felt an odd sense of humility at her words. He had expected hostility or a show of superiority, but her calmness unnerved him more than he wanted to admit.

“We will need to get you dressed properly.” Aru’a’s voice was matter-of-fact, as if it were simply the next task on her list. She moved toward a nearby chest and retrieved a large cloth.

Castin stiffened, realizing what was about to happen. His mind raced, but there was no avoiding it. Intacians did not wear loincloths, nor did they adhere to the same customs. Here, everything was different.

Aru’a stepped toward him and handed him the loincloth. Castin hesitated, his face flushing as he took it, uncertain of how to wear it.

“You’ll need to wear this. You are in the Empire now.” She made no attempt to hide the fact that she was speaking from a place of experience, as though this was nothing strange to her.

Castin made a futile attempt to tie the cloth around his waist, but his tail, wouldn’t cooperate. It wasn’t like the paddle tails of the Empire. His was thinner with a tuft of hair at the end, and was not easily maneuvered into a simple knot.

“It’s not fitting right,” Castin muttered, frustration creeping into his voice.

Aru’a stepped closer without hesitation, her calm presence unshaken. “You’re doing it wrong.” Her voice was sharp and firm, but not unkind. She took the cloth from his hands and began to rewrap it, adjusting it with a practiced ease. “You’re not used to this, I see. You need to stop being a baby. Let me help.”

Her words stung a little, but Castin bit his tongue, not wanting to argue. He had no room for pride in this situation.

Aru’a carefully adjusted the cloth around his waist, making sure it was secure. Her fingers brushed against his tail, and Castin stiffened, but she paid no mind. For the Imperials, it seemed natural. This was the way things were done here.

When she finished, she stepped back, her gaze assessing him. “There, now you are ready.” Her tone was almost approving, though it lacked the warmth he expected.

Castin stood silently, staring down at himself. The loincloth felt strange but not unbearable. He was now dressed according to their customs, and for the first time, he realized how much he had to learn.

A New World -

Over the next few weeks, Aru’a taught Castin the ways of the Empire. He learned their language, which she spoke with a heavy accent but a surprising fluidity. It was nothing like the language of Intacia, but with time, Castin picked up the patterns, the flow, the subtle differences.

She taught him how to breathe underwater, how to ride an ilu, how to hunt and gather from the ocean. Castin learned how to adapt, how to survive in this strange new world. He even learned how to ride a tsurak, though he often struggled with it at first.

The Baroness became more than just his captor. She was a guide, a teacher, and in time, something more—a silent, unspoken bond began to form between them.

By the time the Tulkun returned to the shores of Maui’na, Castin had come to understand this world in a way he never could have imagined. And when Aru’a led him to meet her spirit sister, he realized how deeply the people of the Empire were tied to the land, the sea, and the very essence of the Goddess herself.

But still, the war between Intacia and the Empire loomed over them. Would Castin ever return to his homeland? Would he ever truly be part of this world that had so much to offer—and yet so much to take?