#NoVA and the rest of the state should be different states

[crystal-moon-101]

Species: Semiesis Homeplanet: Gathmadiemperuidhiopazai Life-Span: 300 - 450 Habitat: Mountains, Caves, Valleys, Oceans, Lakes Diet: Mana/Photosynthesis Breeding: Magical Reproduction

Sexual Dimorphism: Due to their shapeshifting abilities, a semiesis’s body can look however they want. Some stick to a base design for the rest of their lives, while others are constantly changing up their looks. However, their eye shards can’t be morphed, with females having four and males having three.

Males are white/greyish in colour, while females come in soft colours of any kind. Children are born living in a geode like rock until they are big enough to leave.

Behaviour/Bio: The Semiesis come from a rather complicated background regarding their homeworld, Gathmadiemperuidhiopazai, in that it is both socially and literally fractured. Many years ago there were three siblings, Iomddan the oldest, Pedtroi the middle, and Aztpo the youngest. The three had apparently united their world and created quite the progression in the realm of magic to help build up their land, even historical records on other planets mention the kind of power that backed up this species once.

However, things changed when the siblings apparently had a falling out of some kind, one that led to a drastic and destruction war, splitting the world into three factions. The modern day Semiesis do not know why such an event transpired, calling it the War Of Zuiveren, and many records of what transpired have been lost to time. Any person you ask has a different tale to tell on what they think happened between the three siblings, and how it all ended, for no one was there to witness what became of the three rulers, or at least survived to tell the tale. The last known whereabouts of the three was them confronting each other in a last ditch effort to finally figure out who was coming out on top with their goals and ideals.

Next thing anyone knew, a massive mana snap in reality was caused, magic twisting the planet before breaking it into pieces, only able to stay closely floating to each other thanks to the inhabitants using magic to mend what they could. Now Gathmadiemperuidhiopazai is broken chunks floating around what they call the Nova Geode, the centre of the planet that has been corrupted by whatever the siblings did during their fight. It’s a location no one can go too, due to how unstable reality is within it. Theories suggest you wouldn’t die, but you would be subjected to a life of chaos as the world around you always shifted and never stopped being so loud.

The legacy of the siblings has lived on though, mostly due to people still fighting over what each one believed in, concluding to their own stories on what happened. Followers of Iomddan present a path of order, as he had been a very scholarly man who seeked to rule his land under one title, listing out many strict rules to abide by to keep everyone safe. Followers of Pedtroi present a path of hunting, as she intended to take her people across the galaxy to branch out and create new colonies, forming many groups under one banner. Followers of Aztpo present a path of recreation, as he believed their people should explore a world of culture and arts, and a more carefree life that embraced the unknown and chaos. There are many other groups as well that follow their own path away from the siblings, but these three groups dominate Gathmadiemperuidhiopazai.

Because of how the planet looks and how the locals behave, not many like to visit them, but talking to them outside of Gathmadiemperuidhiopazai can be nice. There have been plenty who left their homeworld due to the state of it, so it is not a strange sight to see one wandering about on space stations, often taking a spiritual journey to make sense of who they are, and who their people are.

Abilities:

Crystal Shapeshifting - The Semiesis can freely manipulate and shapeshift their body to have any proportion they desire, whether that is to have five legs, a crown like pattern of crystals, or spiky beyond belief. It’s not common for two Semiesis to look exactly the same. They do have limitations with sizing, but it is incredible the kind of designs they can come up with.

Magic User - They have natural magic within their body, and thus are able to be spellcasters and sense mana around them. How strong they are as a spellcaster though is highly dependent on the individual, and not everyone is a golden protege of magic.

Crystal Body - They are made of a high durable crystal substance that is very hard to break. It can also be very sharp, many able to use their bodies like blades.

Multi-Directional Vision - They are able to float their eyes around in a manner that lets them see in different directions at the same time. It’s natural for them to shift around an eye or two when having a conversation with someone.

Magic Bounce - With the right training, they have the ability to reflect magic back at people with the use of their crystals and own mana to act like a mirror. Though they are not immune to magic, and it is a skill that can be fumbled.

Oxygen Independence - They do not require air, and thus can live or wander environments that most others would require oxygen to breathe in, such as underwater or space.

Regeneration - While not instant, they can heal on their own over time. Though there have been cases where very severe breaks and cracks may not grow back cleanly.

Weaknesses: They have a limit to how far parts of them can float away from them, and aren’t able to fire off crystals like a projectile. People have been able to steal their eyes to blind them during fights. Depending how complex a shape is they wish to take, it may take time or some thinking to get right. Anti-magic can harm them or work against their spells. If their mana is being taken away, their bodies will start to malfunction.

[amoresdahlia]

You're My Savior When I Fall

John Munch x Dahlia

A/N: Dahlia is Korean, so any Korean sentences in any chapter or story will be written in Hangul, Romanized for pronunciation purposes, and translated as well :)

AA/N: 아이고/aigo and 와아/waa are the equivalent to oh dear/oh my/oh my god/anything along that sentiment.

AO3 link here!

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“You’ve had a long day. Take the day off, the rest of the squad and I got it down for you and Munch.” Dahlia couldn’t help but smile at Cragen’s comforting words, laughing at Fin’s “Yeah, let them start smooching in the squad room, why don’t you?” in the background. “Much appreciated, Captain. I’ll let Munch know, and tell Fin I have a little stash of that candy he likes so much.” The call goes silent for a brief moment before Cragen comes back with “He’s happy now, thank you.”

They exchange a few more pleasantries, and Cragen ends the call saying, “We’re here for you. Talk to us if you need anything.” As they hang up, Dahlia thinks that maybe Olivia might have mentioned something to him. She doesn’t mind, it’s something that they should learn eventually, but doesn’t feel fully comfortable speaking about it herself. She wasn’t gonna stop Olivia if it meant easing the others into a long conversation about her past.

She does her morning routine: showers, makes breakfast, feeds her two cats (a black Burmese named Damien and a white Turkish Angora named Nova), and ends her morning standing on her apartment complex rooftop with a cup of freshly made coffee. The sky is overcast with grey and the promise of rain. The familiar smell of humidity brings a smile to her lips. The events from the night before flash in her mind.

“I don’t understand, I thought you died.”

“I promise I’ll explain.”

“Guess I should call him over.” She sighed and made her way back into her apartment. 

Once inside, she sat at her couch, staring at her phone. Dahlia had done many hard things. One of those moving across the country to get away from her mother. And yet, reaching for the phone to dial John Munch felt that much more daunting. They’ve talked before. Engaged in playful banter, exchanged some thoughtful advice to one another, even participated in the occasional flirting from time to time, to Fin’s dismay.

This felt different. Maybe it was that they knew who they really were now, after all this time. 

“That shouldn’t change anything now, should it?” She asked herself.

Dahlia was about to reach for the phone when it rang, startling her out of her mind and cried out a quick “아이고! (aigo!)” before huffing and answering the phone.

“Myers.”

“Geez, you answer your home phone the same way you answer the phones at the precinct?”

She hated the way her heart fluttered. “And what about it?” She shot back, standing from her couch and made her way to the kitchen, holding the phone between her shoulder and her head as she washed the dishes she used up.

“Harsh, you wound me.” John said, feigning pain as he chuckled. Dahlia rolled her eyes, grateful that he couldn’t see the way her cheeks began to grow a soft pink.

“I assume Cragen called you?”

“Yeah, something about needing the day off and Elliot crying that he was gonna have to babysit Fin all day.” 

Dahlia laughed at that. “Please, with the way Elliot gets easily riled up, Fin’s gonna be doing the babysitting.”

“Ah, but you forget that Fin likes to enable sometimes.”

“True, true.” She sighed, growing a bit anxious that they eased into a comfortable silence. She kept herself occupied with the dishes, knowing she had to say something soon. How was she gonna go about this situation? Hey John, I know I said I would tell you what happened, and now it’s the next day, so you should come over so we can talk and maybe make out- 와아 (waa), Dahlia, tone it down–

“Dahlia, you there?”

Crap. “What?”

“...Are you okay?”

“Yeah, I’m fine. 

“Right, and I’m the new President of the United States.”

Dahlia couldn’t help the giggle that came from her mouth, rolling her eyes again. “I promise, I’m okay. What were you saying?”

“I was saying I would like to meet with you today, if that’s alright.” Her breath caught in her throat as John continued, “I want to talk about yesterday. Would it be okay if I stopped by your place? I’ll bring some takeout and some wine, how does some chardonnay sound?”

“Oh I dunno, I’m more of a pinot grigio girl myself.”

“Well let’s take this as a chance to broaden your taste pallet. I’ll stop by around 4:30.”

“That sounds perfect.” Dahlia glanced at the clock on her wall, noting that it’s 2:30. “Gives me time to look presentable.” There was silence on the other end. Sensing some hesitation, she decided to give him a little push. “No quip for me, detective~?”

“Well, I was trying to find a way to respectfully say you always look good, but I can’t seem to find my wording.”

Her face immediately warmed, as John’s laugh rang through the phone.

“야아! 그냥 그렇게 말할 수는 없죠! (Ya! Geunyang geuleohge malhal suneun eobsjyo!/Ya! You can’t just say that!)” She said, knowing full well that he doesn’t understand what she's saying.

“See you in two hours, Myers.”

They hung up, and Dahlia threw herself face first onto her couch. Her place wasn’t a mess, and she doesn’t take too long in the shower, so she let herself be flustered over John’s words for as long as her little heart can handle. She does eventually get over it and take a shower, where her previous energy shifted into something more nerve wracking. Logically, she knows that the conversation should be somewhat easy. All she needs to do is explain what happened after her apparent death, and that’s that. But that’s what scared her. John, while a strong and level-headed man, felt deeply with all his heart. Life definitely left him cynical and jaded, but when things hit too close to home, you could always see the way his eyes would shine with hurt. Dahlia hates that this is gonna cause him that.

Meanwhile, John drove a route that he found too familiar, a bag of burgers and fries in the passenger seat. He’d been going through last night’s events. From Olivia showing him the picture to Dahlia confirming that it was her.

Dahlia coming into the precinct to join their squad was like a breath of fresh air to John. She was smart, witty, but tough and guarded. Overtime, he felt proud of the fact that she’s opened herself to him just enough to gain her trust, and he returned that trust to her willingly. His heart broke all over again, now knowing that this beautiful woman with a glowing heart of gold was that same little girl he had let down before. The one who looked at him from her front porch, silently pleading for his help. He pondered if he even wanted to hear what she’d been through, if he could take that kind of guilt. And yet, the longer John thinks it over, the more certain he is that he owes her this much.

Did she live a happier life away from her mother? Was she placed in a loving home? Could things have gone better if he just pulled his head out of his ass for one second? Daunting questions that ate at John’s consciousness as he pulled over once he made it to her apartment complex, running a hand over his face.

Standing outside her apartment door, the numbers 1117 staring him down as he raised a knuckle up to knock. He gave a few gentle knocks against the door, and waited patiently as Dahlia came to answer the door. “Hey, John!” She said with a smile, and John detested the way his heart flipped in what was supposed to be nothing but a hollow cavity in his chest after all his failed divorces. “Hi.” He muttered, stepping inside when Dahlia motioned him to come in. 

“Brought some fast food, hope you don’t mind.”

“Not at all, I was craving something like this.” She shut the door, looking at the bag in his hand. “No chardonnay?” She teased, smiling wider when John sheepishly looked at his free hand. “Oh, uh- I changed my mind, alcohol probably won’t go well with this.” He said with a shrug. Dahlia nodded in agreement as she headed into the kitchen, pressing play on a radio that sat on her kitchen counter and set the volume to something pleasant for both of them. “Take a seat on my couch, I’ll bring out something to drink.” 

Over the course of the following three hours, their meal turned into a comfortable discussion about their work, their coworkers, and their captain. Gentle words turning into laughs at the jabs they threw out at their partners’ expenses. The banter died down as John grew a bit more serious.

“What happened that day, Dahlia?”

It was such a simple, yet loaded question.

She picked up her trash and put it in the discarded lunch bag, avoiding John’s gaze as she readied her thoughts. Giving him a brief glance, she saw him look at her with such understanding and patience, it eased the nerves in her heart and amplified the guilt instead.

Dahlia opened her mouth, and everything came out. The start of the abuse, the days she spent looking at him in a silent plea, and the day she was thrown out the window. She didn’t mean to, but she ended up going into great detail. She couldn’t help it.

“I lay in the hospital bed, praying for the pain to stop. I would cry in agony, and my father thought I was crying because the physical pain was too much. In a way, he was right. I was in surgery for a long time, the glass had cut into me so deep and embedded itself deeper when I landed on the ground.

What he didn’t know is that the physical pain was nothing compared to the ache I felt that day in my soul. My own mother tossed me out a window because I breathed wrong. Later that month, my soul died when I heard what she had to say. How much of a pain it was going to be to buy a new window.” She scoffed, shaking her head. John scooted closer to sit right next to her. “I’m sorry.” He whispered, taking hold of her trembling hands. “I didn’t do anything to help you, I’m so sorry.”

She shook her head, her eyes focused on the floor. “I hated you, you know.” Her voice shook, and John felt his heart stop. “For a few years, until I was a few months past my 15th birthday,” she continued, “then I understood. Being a teenager really sucked. Your body’s changing, your mind is developing much more, and it’s just a hard time adjusting with expectations being set on you.” Dahlia gave John a sad smile. “I realized I wasn’t being fair to you. “You have nothing to be sorry for. You were a growing kid, you had your own issues going on, I’m sure.” She didn’t miss the way John’s gaze fell just a bit, but she didn’t comment on it. If he wanted to tell her, he would. That much she knew. “So, I got over my hurt and disdain for you, and moved on. An estranged aunt of mine on my father’s side took me in, and we moved to Korea at the start of the 70s, then we came back to the states in ‘87.”

“Any word on what’s going on with your mother now?”

“She died back in ‘90.” She said with a shrug. “That’s when I decided to come out of hiding. I had been looking into going to law school, was doing some internships as a paralegal for some shady law firm, ended up taking some courses and landed a job at the precinct.” Only then did she process that he had been holding her hands. “That’s where I’m at now.” She breathed, noticing just how close he was. John must have noticed too, because he cleared his throat and let go of her hands, much to Dahlia’s disappointment. “You have warm hands.” She blurted out, unable to stop herself. John’s eyebrows raised in amusement as she covered her face, mildly mortified. “I did not just say that, you didn’t hear that come out of my mouth.” She muttered, taking all the trash between them and getting up to throw it out.

John followed close behind, glass cups in hand as he scoffed in disbelief. “Come on, Myers, we’ve definitely said worse to each other, and a comment about my hands being warm sends you over the edge?” He moves to stand beside her as she wills the rising blush in her cheeks to go away. “I didn’t wanna say something that could potentially make you uncomfortable, John.” She keeps her voice low as she takes the cups from him. “I repeat, we’ve said worse.” John emphasizes. He opens his mouth to say something when he feels something nudge at his leg. He looks down and gasps at the sight of Damien, the cat he’s become familiar with. “Oh hey, bud!” He bends down to pick him up, and Dahlia feels her heart melt. “Does Dahlia not give you enough attention?” He coos, and she shoots the cat a slight glare when he seemingly purrs in agreement. “Please, he falls asleep on my chest every night, he doesn’t give me room to reject his cuddles.” John listens as she rants, finishing up the dishes, when he says, “Huh, never thought I’d ever be jealous of a dang cat.”

John sets Damien down, and the cat wanders off to possibly annoy Nova, leaving the two alone as Billy Joel’s Vienna provides a soft ambience. Dahlia had just put the cups in their respective cupboards when John comes up behind her and wraps his arms around her waist, putting his chin on her shoulder. “I really am sorry.” He mutters, tightening his hold on her ever so slightly, almost as if he were afraid she’d vanish from his grasp if he let go. Dahlia turned in his hold and wrapped her arms over his neck. “I already told you, you have nothing to be sorry about. It’s not like you told my mother to throw me out of the window, did you?”

“Well, no-”

“Did you personally do it yourself?”

“I might as well have.” He used that tone where he had gotten too into his head. “I’m so unbelievably happy to see you here, to be able to hold you right now, but the guilt I’ve felt is never gonna go away.” 

“Well, you’re gonna have to try to make it,” She pulled his head down just a bit, so their foreheads touched, “because I’m here. I’m right in front of you, alive and breathing. Can you learn to let go of the girl from back then and learn to love the woman that stands before you?” John looks her in the eyes, seemingly searching for something. Anger, disappointment, maybe even a hint of resentment. Instead, he finds compassion, warmth, and something else. He lets himself be delusional and that he sees love in her eyes. 

Unknowingly to the two of them, they strayed away from the counter and began swaying back and forth to Billy Joel’s song. The lights are dim, the traffic from outside has miraculously dulled into nothing but background noise, and John is playfully singing along. Dahlia laughs, a bit louder than he’s used to, and he promises on the spot to never make her feel anything less than that joy ever in his life.

The song ends, replaced by Bee Gees’ How Deep Is Your Love, and the mood subtly changes. They don’t stop dancing, Instead, they improvise on the spot and move around her kitchen with a bit more vigor. They keep swaying until he puts a hand on her waist and the other holds her  hand. Neither of them know what they’re doing, but they’re having the time of their lives. He twirls her around to the song’s whimsical and melodic sound, and she can’t help but smile wide at this. This is the most genuine they’ve both felt in a long time. Dahlia sees the way John’s eyes sparkle in the dim lights, laughing at the way they both dance without a care in the world. Nothing else exists outside of them. She winds up back in his arms for a few seconds, until he places both his hands over her cheeks, his thumbs caressing her cheekbones. 

As the song comes to an end, she’s looking at him like he’s someone precious, and he doesn’t think he can handle that. He starts pulling away. “I should go.” He whispers. Dahlia’s eyes go wide, and something comes over her. She places both her hands on the back of his neck and pulls him in for a kiss. The kiss is full of passion, sensuality, and longing on both their parts. He doesn’t pull away. He places one hand on her waist, the other coming up to cup her face again. She puts a hand on his shoulder as the other comes up and gently grips his hair, eliciting a soft moan from him that goes straight to her core.

They pull away from the kiss, reluctantly, as they’ve both run out of air in their lungs. They’re catching their breath when Dahlia whispers, “Spend the night?” and John doesn’t have it in him to say no. Not when she’s looking at him with tear-filled eyes.

“Don’t cry.” He rubs a thumb along her cheek once more, noting how she seemed surprised that she’d begun to cry. “I’ll stay. I’ll be here, and I won’t leave you alone.”

Once the radio is shut off, the cats are fed for the night, and they’re in bed, Dahlia lays with John in her arms and his ear pressed against her chest. She doesn’t question it, and John’s grateful for that. He closes his eyes, a fragment of the guilt in his heart eroding away at the sound of her heartbeat. It’s loud, it’s strong, and it’s there. She’s running her fingers through his hair, her nails scratching at his scalp. Her hands are on him. She’s breathing softly underneath him, her heart’s beating in his ear and she’s here. With him.

“Will you still be here when I wake up?” She asks, her fingers stopping, but she doesn’t pull them away. John looks up at her with a soft smile. “Wouldn’t dream of leaving.” He said, sincerity laced in his words. Dahlia blinked away the tears that sprung to her eyes. “Good.” She resumed gently scratching his scalp as he rested his ear against her chest once more, both of them lulling each other into a peaceful slumber.

The following morning, they both walked into the squad room, holding coffee and breakfast for the rest of the team. “Good morning, everyone~!” Dahlia set the drinks down for everyone to grab when they were ready, while John went around giving them their meals. Fin and Elliot exchanged looks, perplexed by their chipper mood. “Who are you two and what did you do to Munch and Myers?” He half-joked, taking a cup from Dahlia’s desk. Olivia gave them a knowing glance, attempting to hide the smile from her face. “Leave them alone, you guys.” She called out while John immediately started calling Fin a crazy conspiracy nut.

“Seriously though, are you two okay? I know that last case was a bit much for you two.” Elliot gave Dahlia a gentle pat on the back while looking at John in concern. “We’re fine, thank you.” Dahlia handed Elliot his coffee as Cragen came out of his office, holding up folders. “Alright, enough chit-chat. Narcotics are handing their case over to us…”

[chewyjellycable]

You should talk about the remnant parasite au more you really should i am wiggling my magic fingers at you and casting a spell at you that makes you talk about your interests and ideas forever💥💥💥💥💥

WAHHH it took me a hot minute to get to this ask but I am smiling big and wide and am ready to ramble about this AU. I may repeat some information from previous posts and some info might be different since I ACTUALLY THOUGHT ABOUT IT more. This will mainly be about Xylitol Nova's fall to the parasite and is somewhat of a preamble to the Cyborg stuff.

WARNINGS: Talk of Parasites, Terminal Illness

Xylitol Nova is infected with a parasite caused by his Xyl-Suit breaking during his search for XyL-Q. He seems alright for the first week or so on the ship that the Xylitol population is stuck with living in. After which, Nova begins to show small signs of infection. They're minor things. Mouth pain, eye aches while waking up, anxiety... And appearing a bit out of it now and then.

The leader "goes missing" for recovery, which essentially is him going into hiding (none of the other residents aside from Xylitol Researcher know) in one of many residential rooms on the ship while Researcher gives him the usual check-up.

Give it another week, and the symptoms have not gone away. If anything, they have gotten worse. Not to mention Nova being alone in his containment, as comfortable as it is, does not help his mental state. Thoughts of violence and destruction that once cropped up very rarely appear in his mind more often, scaring Nova much more than it should.

Researcher arrives to give Nova another check-in, getting some... odd results from the scans that they run. They run it again, and... It's shown to them that the infection that their leader has is sourced from the very thing that destroyed Planet Xylitol. The parasite is attached to Nova's heart.

Researcher emplores Nova to make an announcement for recovery, because despite all this, he doesn't want his citizens to worry about anything. Especially not after the whole disaster they've endured. Nova reluctantly agrees.

Before any more notes can be made, Researcher is spooked by the whites of Nova's eyes being blackened. They're blood-shot, but rather than blood, it's some black bile produced by the parasite.

Other symptoms that Nova experiences over time: Blood being replaced by the black bile, lethargy, an increase of violent thoughts and an increasing desire to act on those, a lowered ability to take in nutrients, replacement of existing teeth with much sharper versions, various aches and pains ranging from mild to debilitating, other parasitic symptoms...

Rather than having only Researcher working on this task, Nova permits them to have a group of medical staff (hence where Cyborg comes in). Progress is slow, practically non-existent.

The leader becomes less and less peaceful and willing to participate in tests and scans. There's a moment where Nova nearly wails his staff on Researcher but stops himself just before. The horror between those two lingers and only becomes worse the more time passes.

And though Nova becomes more intent on destroying others, after a particularly bad scuffle with Researcher, he stops attacking them. Particularly them. Testing is resisted, but Researcher isn't harmed. It's odd- as if there isn't a point to that any longer.

Researcher has the idea of throwing Nova into space or just. Killing him outright. That way the infection doesn't get any worse- though that only means the parasite would spread through the rest of space. This thought scares the hell out of them and gets them to check themself for any form of infection. And, unfortunately, the readings come back positive for the black hole's remnant parasite.

Not only have they caught the parasite, not only is the leader unable to act like himself and needs to be actively restrained in due time, but... Testing the other medical staff almost all come back positive. With no progress on slowing or stopping this parasite, the ship may very well be doomed. It doesn't help that the infection's symptoms halt any progress between staff members.

Note the Almost. Cyborg, not being a Xylitol and being made of different components and bodily composition, is resistant to the parasite. They essentially become the last hope the more the parasite spreads and the more hosts it begins to inhabit.

[WE ARE XYLITOL. YOU CANNOT BEAT US.]

[mydisenchantedeulogy]

Candy Coated [Chapter Nine] Shining Confidence [Buddha]

A/n: I want to draw these fights out a bit to avoid catching up to the source material which will eventually happen, but that's the plan. The picture above was drawn by the talented Somanoko from AO3.

Warning(s): confidence, teasing, minor blood, Buddha is up to something, support, Gods and Goddesses, female reader (though I've yet to state pronouns).

Tag list: @useless-potatho , @tojibreedingme , @quinloki , @yingxian, @2lottie2, @lunas-nova , @anduinandwrathionlover, @tiredfairy, @the-queen-of-sorrows , @alientee, @lawlietliet, @hanaibea, @69your-best-night-mare69 , @bradshawwannebe

"I'm ready to go," you announce with a confident smile. 

As soon as the sun rose, you got ready; showering and dressing in the outfit that Buddha had given you. Breakfast had been a bit lonely, considering the fact you ate alone, but once you were refreshed, you hurried to the main hall to meet with Buddha. 

He, like the moment you first met him, was in his chair. And after your statement, he smiled.

"You look confident."

You nod in agreement. 

"I am confident…or at least I am trying to be."

Buddha hums and saunters down from his chair. 

"That's the way to be." He skims you over and grins. "Looks good on you."

An embarrassed heat spreads across your face. You aren't sure if he means the outfit or the confidence but you will take the compliment. 

"You're sweet." 

"Am I?" He asks with a raised brow. 

You know he's teasing you, so you ignore the question. 

"When do we leave?"

"As soon as Brother Jataka gets here," Buddha answers. "He wanted to take a short walk before we left."

You hum in response. It's not a bad idea. Though you wonder how he feels about this? You don't want to leave the realm either. Taking a deep breath you remind yourself of your confidence. It's best not to dwell on what-ifs anymore. 

The sound of quiet footsteps brings your attention to Jataka as he saunters into the room. You offer him a smile, which he offers back. 

"Did you enjoy your walk?" 

"I did," he retorts. "And now I am ready to go."

Turning his eyes to Buddha, he hums in question. 

"No sweets or junk food?"

You are honestly a little surprised that he isn't taking any with him too. Buddha merely grins, sauntering over to his chair to retrieve his staff. 

"I don't need to take any."

You raise a curious brow. That's a bit unlike him. Before you can question it, however, he rests his hand on your back; Jataka sets his hand on Buddha's shoulder and the staff activates. 

When the scrolls disappear back into the staff, you note that you are in the Observation Room that Brunhilde had shown you before you met Buddha. It feels as though you've come full circle. 

 The faint glow of the flatscreen catches your attention and you sigh, viewing the Earth again, but there's something different about it. The images of twelve people are spread across it, one of which you recognize. 

Kintoki? 

Could this be the Einherjar he had mentioned?

The sound of rushed footsteps breaks your focus on the flatscreen, as Brunhilde and Göll pace into the room. The former sighs in annoyance.

"I told you to arrive near the arena with the others, Buddha."

The said man grins. 

"I must have over-calculated."

"I doubt that," Brunhilde retorts. 

Buddha laughs in response. Does he want to see the Einherjar for himself? You can understand Brunhilde's annoyance. 

"Should we not go to the arena for the tournament?" You ask Buddha. It's best not to demand him to leave; it's obvious he does what he wants. 

"There is a waiting room for you on the God's side, Buddha-sama," Brunhilde mentions. "It should have all of the accommodations that will make your wait enjoyable."

Buddha hums. 

"My wait, huh? Are you insinuating something, Bu-chan?"

"Me? Never," the woman retorts with a confused look. 

Something about this is odd. You glance between the two unsure of what is going on. 

"But humans aren't allowed on the God's side," Göll states. 

"We will make an exception given the tether," Brunhilde mentions. Her green eyes turn to Jataka. "I'm afraid that is as far as I can extend my gratitude."

Jataka smiles. 

"It is no issue. I will watch the tournament from Humanity's side." 

"Which is starting soon," Göll claims in a slight panic. 

Brunhilde sighs. 

"I trust that you can find your waiting room on your own, right, Buddha-sama?"

The said man grins and though he seems reluctant to listen, he leaves the Observation Room. You join him in the hall, standing beside him as Jataka says his farewells. 

"Do try to behave," he mentions. 

Buddha laughs in response. 

You know better than to assume he will, but it's nice of him to worry. The three of you part ways; you walk beside Buddha down the hall toward the God's side of the arena. 

"Are we going to your waiting room?" You ask. 

"Once we see the opening of the first round," Buddha answers. 

You hum, a bit curious as to who the two sides will start the tournament with. You reckon the Gods will want to make a statement, so they will most likely send out someone strong. 

Thanatos…or perhaps Zeus himself. 

You have to admit, it's a bit exciting.

On the stairs overlooking the arena, you take note of the thousands of spectators, Gods, and humans alike. It's nerve-wracking but you had expected as much. This is a significant event. 

"The chatter is a bit loud," you admit. 

Buddha hums. 

"The who's who of Gods and Humans is here." He pauses a moment and points straight into the air. "And right above us is the VIP box. I bet the old man is up there giggling under his breath because he thinks this is going to be easy." 

"That's an amusing image," you admit with a grin. 

The God beside you laughs. 

"Not as amusing as the look on his face when he tried those jelly beans."

You raise a curious brow as he hunches over and positions his arms behind his back. His eyes grow wide and he makes a series of overdramatic gags that make you snort in laughter.  

"That tastes horrible. Like moldy cheese and barf. You youngsters and your weird candies. I will have to pass," Buddha states, mocking Zeus the best he can.

"That was a terrible joke…but he certainly deserved it," you admit. "I wish I could have seen it." 

This would have to do. If only the other Gods and Goddesses had been included. 

"I was merely sharing your gift," Buddha claims.

He would be the type to kill them with kindness; a gesture of friendliness that had turned sour because he was a bit biased.

This means he left the good ones in the box for our next game.

You smile, happy to have spent time with him. At least for a short while.

A piercing sound similar to a microphone echoes around the arena as a short God with a robot-like face walks onto the field. He lifts a golden megaphone to his mouth and clears his throat.

"This is the moment that I've been waiting for ages! The moment to blow this Gjallarhorn!" The God states in excitement. "The time to open the curtain of the Ragnarok is drawing near! Are you rrready for this?!"

A chorus of cheers erupts from the crowd, making you tighten your jaw. Covering one ear you turn your eyes to Buddha, leaning close to him.  

"That's Heimdall, isn't it? He certainly knows how to work the crowd."

The said man pouts. 

"Do I not look like my textbook counterpart?"

"Not exactly," you admit with a snort. "But neither does he. His horn though is notable; that's how I knew."

Buddha hums and averts his eyes to the arena. You follow suit, missing the rules, though you are certain it's pretty clear how this works.  

"The first bout," Heimdall announces as he directs the crowd to a doorway beneath your feet. "Introducing the vanguard from the God's side! This man! Everyone knows of this God. Everybody wants to see his maximum poweeer! His Mjölnir can even–"

Your eyes widen in shock. No way! From the platform leading to the arena walks an extremely tall and muscular man with long red hair. The hammer he's carrying is massive, even bigger than his body. Before Heimdall even announces his name, you utter it in awe. 

He's intimidating. 

For some reason, you had expected his movie counterpart to walk out, spinning his hammer in the air. The thought makes you grin.

The Gods made a good move. 

"And then his challenger!" Heimdall shouts. "The vanguard from Mankind's side…is this man!"

The sound of a gong permeates the air, followed by the bang of drums and the swish of symbols as hundreds of armored men surround the opposite doorway. Their chants of 'no' as Heimdall questions their will and power bring goosebumps to your skin. 

Then from the gate springs a beautiful black horse and upon it is a figure bound in blood-red bandages. As the horse approaches the arena, the bandages begin to rip, uncovering a muscular tattooed man with long dark hair. 

Your eyes widen in response. He's more intimidating than Thor.

"The most powerful of all Chinese heroes! Lü Bu!" Heimdall introduces him as.

Lü Bu? There isn't much you know about him, but you have heard of him. Based on the aura he's radiating and his appearance, you feel as though he's a good match for the God's heavy hitter. 

A warm hand on your shoulder turns your attention to Buddha, who motions for you to follow him. You do, a bit reluctant to leave the arena, however, you do want to watch the match from the comfort of the waiting room, at least until you want to.

In the bowels of the arena, minutes later, a piercing nose like the sound of a horn permeates the air. You glance at Buddha in question and he hums. 

"Sounds like the match has begun." 

You take an uneasy breath, merely nodding. It's fine. You trust that Brunhilde knows what she is doing. Focusing on Buddha, as he once mentioned, you continue down the hall to the waiting rooms, finding a door with an ornate lotus on it. You've always found it impressive the length the Valkyries go to make the Gods feel comfortable. It's a bit strange that Buddha has a waiting room, but you dismiss the thought and walk into the room. 

The ambiance is ideal. It's laid back and painted in shades of blue and green. A large bed sits on the far side of the room and instead of a couch, there is a swing chair with a plush cushion situated in the middle. It's gorgeous.

"They spared no expenses," you utter. 

Buddha hums. Sauntering over to a side table near the bed, he takes a lollipop from a lotus-shaped bowl and pops it eagerly into his mouth. 

"Bu-chan is trying her best to butter me up, isn't she?"

You raise a brow. What for? 

"I think it suits you."

Buddha grins. Also from the table, he picks up what appears to be a tablet and shows it to you. 

"So we can watch the matches."

You hum in understanding and close the gap to take it, turning the device on. The first scene that pops up makes you widen your eyes in shock. Thor is wearing some sort of black gloves as he weirdly positions his body, almost like he's trying to rest his back on the ground while standing up. 

"What are these gloves?"

You realize the tablet has a rewind option, so you take it back to see Thor materialize them once he and Lü Bu clash. A small bubble pops up on the screen with an icon of the gloves on them, so you tap it.

"Járngreipr," you read. A list of facts appears on the side of the screen. "These gloves are rumored to be able to withstand any attack. Worn by Thor to protect his hands from the heat of Mjölnir, though this is a misunderstanding." 

Your brow rises. A misunderstanding? You have no idea what this means. 

"It seems like he's already taking this seriously," Buddha remarks. 

"Because of the stance?" You ask. 

Buddha agrees with a nod. So, he's preparing to attack. Another fact pops up moments later, stating that Thor wiped out 66 Jotun with this attack during the Asgard-Jotun battle in ancient times. You feel doubt creep up your spine but a comforting hand on your lower back soothes it away, at least for the moment.

Can Lü Bu withstand this much power? In horror you watch electricity fill the arena, emanating from the hammer. And with a single strike, the image on the screen is shrouded in blinding light. You groan and avert your eyes, turning them back quickly once it's over. Another fact pops up on the screen, making you widen your eyes. 

Thor's Hammer, an instant kill technique. 

There's no way that it's over. What hope does–

"Breath," Buddha orders. He helps you to sit down on the bed. "It's not over."

To your shock, once the arena clears, you witness Lü Bu standing unharmed with his spear aimed down. What surprises you more is that Thor is bleeding from a cut to the chest. He did it. He managed to cut a God. 

You shout in triumph and toss your arms around Buddha. The God laughs in response, holding you there against him. The feel of his muscles brings heat to your face and a pleasant tingle to your stomach. 

"There is that confidence."

You grin. It's too early to tell who will win the match, but you are certain now your kind has a chance. The hold you have around Buddha tightens. There is no point in wasting this. It's best if you just relax and take pleasure in the moment. 

And watch the match too, I suppose. 

[jules-7-blog1]

There will be Blood on the Dance Floor

The feeling of MaD was triggered by what Mr. Loyal Gossip said last night: "I broke up with him." At the moment, during the homecoming dance, I didn't care much because I looked (and still look) better than he does. That was all that mattered then. But now, sitting in my sleeping clothes, those words haunt me relentlessly. I can't shake this feeling. Should I change the narrative and create my own story, or should I accept his version?

The night had began with a late teenager on his way to his official first break-up coronation or his official first breakup execution, that night was war and I planned the perfect victory or so I thought. On the way to the hoco venue Mr.Loyal Gossip my ears on the ground was calling with a religious fervor “when are you getting here” “are you still at home” “Do you know what time these events begin”. I smirked to myself in the driver's seat doing a 70 in a 40. I always know when these events begin, I simply like to take my time ya know read a few pages of Vanity Fare or play with my cat. Simply for this reaction and because he was calling I knew my first war tactic was already in play. But eventually my smirk disappeared like Hitler after his defeat when I heard the words “he told me he broke up with you last night”. My queen was taken my most powerful asset of creating the narrative was take from me and it showed. I need to reconnaissance from my ears on the ground “How does he look?” “Better than he usually does” “Better than me?” ‘I don't know what you look like, so hurry up and get here”. I quick regrouped with information given to me. and my 70 in a 40 turned into a 100 in a 40.

I make it to the event looking like I had just robbed the mall of every piece of jewelry and finery I could get my hands on. A necklace that looked like the crescent moon was at the apex on my neck with a matching bracelet that acted as though they were stars on there way to super nova. A black shirts paired with black pants accenting my shoulder and complementing my waist, I knew gave me a shape more consuming than anything he could ever image. That night I was the darkness I was the sun the moon the entire fucking galaxy I was our dead star born a-new a supermassive black hole. My packed Black Louise Purse had little to any space for anything more than a gun, which in this moment I wouldn’t be reluctant to use. Alas this was a game of the socialites played by accent societies and courts since the dawn of time, this was the art of war and I was gonna paint it red.

I’d asked Mr.Loyal Gossip to escort me inside, I understood my power but I knew that my emotional state would wavier like a baby bird learning to fly. Immediately, my initial trepidation melted from my explosion as I walked in and was showered in the blood of my enemy when I saw what he was wearing. A tatter stained ridden blue shirts with a matching blue blazer like something he had pulled from his closet in a last stitch attempt to make a pathetic statement that was a mere whisper to calculated roar. It was like a dead star quit to every one else but those who listen closely and based of his following actions he heard me load and clear. I came to the table seating already set out for me by my team taking my place in front of his not existent arsenal he quietly relocated and surrender in defeat but in an idiotic action zealous I sent out a patronizing attack “Hey Jonah”. I mean’t to say as though we I was not effected but it came out all wrong hoarse, small, uncultivated, Heart broken. My team saw this and quickly jumped into action force-ably taking me outside in an attempt to reinforce my emotional state reassuring me of there loyalty to me and only me. But even with that I tried to put there worries to rest with “I promise you, I am okay, please don't be mean or treat him any differently on my behave”. But my forces were unyielding in there loyalty and that was all that I needed to here to sooth my victorious aching heart.

-To be continued with “Allies and Traitors of the Heart”

[mythoscoffee]

Tayen’s Relationships With The Others

Tayen’s Relationship With the Other Personifications

Nilo (Personification of Death) – The Eternal Counterpart

• Tayen and Nilo are the ultimate duality, representing the endless cycle of beginnings and endings.

• Unlike many others, Tayen does not fear or avoid Nilo. They see Death as a necessary force, just as much as Life is.

• Their relationship is not affectionate, nor is it antagonistic—it is simply a deep, unwavering understanding.

• They rarely speak at length, but when they do, their conversations carry a weight that few others can comprehend.

• Nilo does not try to control or interfere with Tayen’s work, and Tayen does the same for him. They are two halves of an eternal equation.

Lazarus-Raven (Personification of Sleep)

• Tayen and Lazarus get along quite well.

• Sleep is not Death, but it is a state of rest where life and consciousness fade in and out. Tayen respects this.

• Lazarus, being energetic and fun-loving, often tries to drag Tayen into their antics. Tayen indulges them… sometimes.

• They balance each other in unexpected ways, as Lazarus reminds Tayen to enjoy the chaos of existence, while Tayen reminds Lazarus that even boundless energy must eventually rest.

Father Athorn (Creator of the Omniverse)

• Tayen holds unshakable loyalty to Father Athorn. Without them, there would be no Life.

• Tayen is one of the earliest personifications Athorn created, giving them a unique sense of importance.

• While they do not always agree with Athorn’s decisions, they never question his wisdom outright.

• Athorn, in turn, places great trust in Tayen, knowing that Life must always persist, no matter the cost.

The Lady (Personification of Purity)

• Tayen and The Lady have a strained relationship.

• The Lady sees Life as something that should be untouched, untainted, and pure, while Tayen knows that true life is messy, brutal, and ever-changing.

• The two clash ideologically, as Tayen believes purity is an illusion, while The Lady sees corruption as a sickness.

• Despite this, they hold a distant respect for one another. Tayen acknowledges that purity has its place in existence, even if they do not embody it themselves.

Octavius (Personification of All Evil)

• Tayen is one of the few personifications who does not treat Octavius with disdain.

• They do not endorse his ways, but they understand that evil is often born from life itself.

• Octavius enjoys pushing Tayen’s buttons, seeing them as someone who should be more reckless and uninhibited.

• Tayen, however, never lets him get under their skin. They have existed for too long to be easily swayed by temptation.

• Despite their differences, Octavius respects Tayen immensely, knowing that Life will always outlast him in the end.

Tony (Personification of Time)

• Tayen finds Tony frustrating but also endearing.

• Time and Life are closely linked, yet Tony struggles to understand his own purpose.

• Tayen has tried to guide him before, but Tony resists structure, making it difficult.

• Tayen is patient with him, knowing that, eventually, Tony will come into his own.

• They often remind him: “Life moves forward, whether you are ready or not.”

Nova Sweetheart (Personification of the Universe)

• Tayen and Nova are very close.

• The Universe is the grand stage upon which Life plays its role, making them deeply connected.

• Nova looks up to Tayen, seeing them as a mentor of sorts.

• Tayen, in turn, sees Nova’s determination and hard work and admires her for it.

• They often share quiet moments together, watching the stars and discussing the endless possibilities of existence.

Hailey (Personification of Love)

• Hailey and Tayen work in tandem, as Love is a driving force behind Life.

• They share a warm and affectionate relationship, though Tayen often reminds Hailey that Love is not always gentle.

• Hailey believes everyone deserves love, while Tayen believes that not all things are meant to last.

• Despite these differing views, they share a mutual appreciation for each other’s work.

Adrian / Dr. Fall (Personification of Insanity)

• Tayen keeps their distance from Adrian.

• Insanity is a corruption of the mind, a perversion of what Life should be.

• While Tayen does not judge Adrian for what he has become, they do not trust him.

• Adrian, on the other hand, finds Tayen too rigid, too unwilling to embrace the darker aspects of existence.

• There is no outright hostility between them, but there is wariness.

Tayen’s Place Among the Personifications

• One of the oldest and most respected personifications.

• Unwaveringly loyal to Father Athorn.

• Understands that Life is both beautiful and brutal.

• Viewed as a guiding force by many, but often at odds with others who seek control over existence.

• Neither cruel nor kind—simply an unstoppable force of creation and growth.

Tayen is not a gardener who tends to life, but the very soil, the very roots, and the very breath that allows all things to exist.

[ligayagardener]

I’ve been having a few down days of late, my cycle of depression has kicked in and has added weight to already grey days. One of the best remedies for the blues is sunlight and as yesterday had some to spare, I soaked a little of it in beneath the grapevines at Cafe Nova. The vines haven’t been green for a while now and those that haven’t fallen are the most beautiful reds and pinks, especially when highlighted against the bright, cloud free blue patches of sky. I got to chatting with one if the Sparrows that frequent the space and we got to wondering if those same colours that we see have the same medicinal properties for we humans as the compound that causes some of them has in other plants. New customers came and sat nearby so the Sparrow lost interest in the conversation but I continued to ponder over my coffee. So why do leaves turn red? The green in leaves is the colour of that miraculous compound called chlorophyll wirhout which life asxwe know it wouldnt be possible. Plants who lose their leaves in the cold seasons are breaking down many difficult ti maje and energetically expensive compounds and storing them up for the return of the warmth. Chlorophyll is one if those. The withdrawal of chlorophyll from the leaves leaves (pun intended – isn’t English a weird language?) other compounds in them which were always there but to we humans, were masked by the green of the chlorophyll. As the green is withdrawn from the leaves, production of another compound is ramped up. That compound is called anthocyanins and is red. It is also a compound that is extensively used in nutrition and  herbal  cures. Antho-what? Anthocyanin is one of the flavonoid compounds that you mat be familiar from one of your herb books that lists the chemical constituents of the herbs contained within it. Flavonoids have several key functions in our body’s activities. They’re antioxidants, meaning that they pick up free radicals before they can damage our cells. They’re also important in maintaining or restoring the health and proper functioning of our blood vessels and can affect a range if things from inflammation to blood pressure. There are some differing theories about the role of anthocyanins in the leaves. The one that I like best is that they protect the plant from Sun damage. In the cold weather, when the rest of the plant is dormant, it doesn’t need a burst of energy from the Sunlight because most of its warm weather processes are toned down or switched off. That doesn’t mean that the plant is dead or even asleep but that its biochemistry changes to keep it alive in the cold. Remember that most of these plants come from the Northern hemisphere and that the Winter there brings heavy falls of snow and lots of ice.  A big boost of energy in this state could throw things off and even wake the plant prematurely, so the anthocyanins block that. I like that idea because it reflects the role of anthocyanins and flavonoids in general, in our body. They are key antiinflammatories and work by protecting the body from free radicals and damage to blood vessel walls. Free radicals is a term often used in both medicine and marketing but what are they? Simply put, oxygen in our bloodstream exists in a state where the electrons in the molecule are balanced. Environmental stress, radiation, toxins and illnesses of some kinds break one electron from the outer shell of the oxygen molecule. It becomes a radical. The upshoot of this is that the molecule tries it’s best to fill that gap with another electron. It takes it from any other molecule that has has a free electron handy and joins with that electron. The oxygen molecule can break that bond on the target molecule and steal that electron. This means that the molecule no longer functions in our bodyas it should. Free radicals can also atttach to molecules in blood vessel walls in the same way, causing damage and scarring. Too much of this and we end up with inflammation. The body’s response to this damage to blood vessel walls is to produce the hormone choleste...

[krinsbez]

So, hey.

I got something sort of.

So, in response to a completely different prompt, forumposter drakensis made the following proposal:

Hypothetical: The Grand Council refuses to accept Victor Steiner-Davion's bid for the Grand Refusal as he isn't a bloodnamed warrior. However, Victor has a plan for this. His mother was a Steiner! Steiner is a bloodname! All he needs to do is win a Steiner bloodname! It worked for Phelan! There are no vacant Steiner bloodrights. Solution: Kai Allard-Liao. There is now a vacant Steiner bloodright. The Cloud Cobras don't want to let Victor compete for the blood right. Second verse, same as the first, the trial of refusal is successful. Victor, after months of training on the way to Huntress is in fine shape for any form of combat. It isn't easy but he manages to fight his way through five duels and emerge as a bloodnamed warrior. This does delay the Great Refusal though, and by the time Victor can meet the Grand Council, there have been developments. Specifically, Katherine has taken over the Federated Commonwealth. And the Clans know it. Lincoln Osis may even taunt Victor with it - he may be an ilKhan with no Clan left, but Victor is a prince with no realm. Victor takes it fairly well, suggesting Osis put his money where is mouth is and fight a trial right here and right now. Osis can't believe his luck and accepts. Then to his great surprise, Victor demonstrates his practise with the draw-cut and takes the ilKhan's head off with his katana. A mechwarrior killing an elemental in single (technically unaugmented) combat in front of the Grand Council makes an impression. And at this point Clan Nova Cat has not yet been abjured, so their Khans speak up. The Clans invaded to restore the Star League. The Star League has been restored. They should therefore swear allegiance to the Commander of the SLDF or the nearest ranking officer (pointed look at Victor Steiner) and follow him to the Inner Sphere to restore order. Such as dealing with a certain usurper...

OK, so. Victor Steiner is now ilKhan, the Crusader Clans are happy-ish because they now have a way around the Truce of Tukayyid that doesn't require breaking their word, the Warden Clans are happy-ish because they can participate without feeling guilty, and theoretically the Clans are now beholden to the Second Star League and thus are no longer a threat to the Inner Sphere.

There is a VERY OBVIOUS problem with this, though. That being that Victor's victory is contingent on leading the Clans into honorable battle to remove the usurper of his throne. Which is not something he really wants to do and would look really really bad. Not to mention the Second Star League's legitimacy rests on the idea of it protecting the Inner Sphere form the Clans, so him leading the Clans to attack a member state could well make it fall apart, which is a problem because his status as ilKhan rests on his being in charge of the SLDF!

Is there a way of threading this needle?

Random BattleTech Thought

So, Page 23 of Shattered Sphere, illo of VSD's visit to Luthien. He's got a big ol' Clan Daggerstar on the right breast of his uniform:

Pret' sure this was a mistake, but it kinda makes want to come up with an AU based on this.

IDK, somehow VSD ends up being made ilKhan after the Great Refusal?

No idea how to plausibly imagining that happening, or what the consequences would be.

[cherubinym]

oh please tell more about prism, how did they get affiliated with those two? what are their general motives? :0 any friends besides.. the ones lost along the way :(?

AD ASTRA PER ASPERA ------------------ THE CHILDREN OF LIGHT

=== Author's Notes

-> Now, of course I still can't give everything away. There are important points I do not wish to say yet; or even can't do so, to be honest. This is more of the basic timeline and information, yet still malleable depending on how much new content ends up changing the direction of stuff drastically pfft. Especially considering their story involves the third and second layer, and garufa corp, whom we still know very little about. It goes purely off of the little information we have, along with speculations and headcanons. Please keep this in mind.

Adding a read more link to not make the timeline space perish lol... Also yeah oops um, Chapter 15 spoilers beyond this point? Lmao

Many spoilers for Rejuvenation in general.

-> About Prism <-

-> Prism is Not their real name. I half think that should be obvious, half think "no, that's absolutely something someone would be named here." Regardless, it is indeed Not the real name. Technically listing their name isn't really a big deal.

And technically the real name doesn't really matter. And technically I've already dropped it before. But I'll refrain from saying here, so if you want to spend a couple hours digging then be my guest. Don't recommend it though! It isn't that important.

->

-> Physically, they are around 25 years old. Existentially? Many, many years. Probably centuries in technicality, if I had to guess? Or decades. Something like that. Rejuvenation's timeline and lack of pieces needed makes this ???. So I'll just say existed for Many years.

-> Aevian/Filipino/Sinnohian/Malaysian

-> Also obvious; nonbinary (AMAB), they/them. World's ending no time for gender.

-> 6'2" / 188 cm

->

-> Their name Prism, however, comes with the Suspicious Pokemon they travel with-- a Necrozma that they name as Sirius. They are shockingly casual about having Sirius out around other people, implying a level of confidence in their ability to battle.

-> Sirius is an unsettling Pokemon. It sticks around wherever Prism is, but doesn't seem to speak at all. Sirius is quite distant, and seems to simply space out whenever Prism starts on one of their long sessions of speaking to "themself". Constantly cold to anyone who approaches, Sirius lacks much care for any individual. Clearly, for being with Prism for so many years and timelines, Sirius has something they need of each other--- but for what?

Just like most other Pokemon, though, Sirius will follow Prism's orders--- provided Prism is also attacking. It is ruthless and direct with its tactics, as opposed to Prism's preference to toy with the opponent in a slow and painful battle.

->

-> All of their Pokemon are named after some of the brightest stars in the sky.

-> We have Sirius, the Necrozma* .

-> Followed by the rest of their main roster; Canopus, the Mega Corviknight

-> Arcturus, the Hydreigon

-> Capella, the Raikou*

-> Antares, the Crested Cinccino*

-> Aldebaran, the Aevian Musharna

-> And many more! Here's the full image list. Do note it's very messy... and considering some new Pokemon or Forms, may get an addition or two in the future ;)

-> Of all of these, the starter may surprise you-

-> Or starters rather. At first in their life in the Third Layer, Prism only owned TOLIMAN and POLLUX.

-> Despite the prankster esque nature, they are rather partial to hyper offense.

-----

-> Yeah, but like, where did they come from, and why? <-

As I had stated before, Prism was born in the Third Layer; under a different name, of course. Clearly they got out of it eventually for a time, for it doesn't exactly seem inhabited ingame, does it? Save for the Xen members that were down there and the mech Pokemon.

As a child--- it was relatively normal, really. They lived in the Nova District, a district simply neighbours with Bridgeport; where their closest friends Lunala and Leo resided as well.

People knew each other, for sure. Those three, along with a few other close friends of theirs, grew up as one would normally presume, surely. Aiming for whatever goals they would have. Battling. But they were all scouted by Garufa Corps in some way, and many started gravitating towards assisting the company in some way.

( Please do not mind the Very old art. Help. )

HARPER RENSIAR (She/her), AURELIA JEANNE (He/they), and SETH ADEVEAM (They/them)

Harper and Aurelia ended up becoming top scientists and such in the corporation. They were highly trusted with tasks relating to {REDACTED} and many other experiments. Both held a level of sarcasm to their names, yet despite the rudeness of especially Harper, they got along with their entire friend group very well.

Harper's ace was Kabutops. Aurelia's ace was Aurorus.

Seth was a top biologist and nurse in particular. They kept checks on patients' health and investigated any abnormalities in... whatever. They're shy and reclusive, only really piping up with their friends; and mostly if they have something to say. Their ace was Carbink.

GIBBOUS (GIBBY) ALTHEA (He/she), LEO EOS (He/they, picture unavailable bc redoing design lol) and LUNALA EOS (She/they)

Gibby had a VERY outgoing nature. Despite the clownery, he was also in a top position of Garufa Corps along with Harper and Aurelia. She secured a job in well--- security of various kinds, as well as an experimental position on occasion. One of the top students of his graduating class, she can be a little aggressive if rubbed the wrong way, but nothing Usually comes of that? His ace was Reuniclus and Silvally.

Leo was serious and to the point. He was highly protective of friends, and while unable to stop whatever chaotic, life threatening antics they were usually up to, at least made sure they came out of it alive. They did have a little habit of covering up the truth to make people feel better, but go too far and that tends to bite you in the ass. His ace was Solrock and PyroarM

Lunala was very cheerful and affectionate with friends. She had a tendency to be really blunt, unlike her brother, because she figured it was better to make it easier to heal. They'd do anything to heal a situation, and was rather self sacrificing in a way. Her ace was Lunatone and Crobat

-> ... Y'all like the past tense here? Yeah, they're all dead. Pretty sure that was clear with precious ramblings--- but, yep.

Maybe their souls are still wandering aimlessly somewhere. Maybe they aren't. Who knows.

Prism holds conviction that they can be brought back somehow for sure. Perhaps too much hope, ironically, for someone whose mere existence brings grief and despair.

-> Other 3rd layer individuals that Prism knew, with some relevance to everything going on, were Azar, Sebastian, Emma, Hannah, Jessica, and Gillian.

-> And of course, Adrest and Variya, but

(looks at my lawyer)

That has to wait some more. Sorry.

-> Mysterious Figures? <-

Sometime in the present... a mutual goal. Prism first came into contact with them soon after their creation.

Much like Clear and whoever-the-fuck in WLL, they simply came in acquaintance because they had that similar goal--- of Oblivion. But what is oblivion, exactly?

For Prism, it is the nullification of Existence--- they wish to break the cycle of grief; of everything.

In their case; Prism is not still alive because they Want to be. Being "immortal", in a Sense, is more punishment for them than a blessing. Either they stop existing, or they demand to exist in Their World as Normal again (aka, the life they had back in the 3rd Layer, before Something occurred. Unfortunately, the attempted necromancy of their old friends has not exactly worked... mostly because they cannot find their souls. If they could find their souls, the black boxes could be of assistance...)

Hence, the other reason why they joined forces. The black box technology. The intention to be able to bring one back in a sense over and over was... Intriguing to them. Especially considering their assistance in the archetype project.

Cue, alas, a bitter rivalry with Crescent as well--- because she ended up stealing the Black boxes from the MFs. Prism was not present at that time; they were busy moping around in the 3rd layer again.

I wouldn't say they get along with the MFs at all. But strangely, they hated Eden. They get along the most with Kieran due to their similar personalities.

-> So to tldr the motives; either complete oblivion so they can be freed from the curse of Life; and everyone can be free of the cycles of grief, etc, so nobody must feel pain ever again; or being able to Return to a normal life with their old, dead friends from before. Which, the former feels more likely to them, hence the closer allegiance. But they still feel a bit of hope.

-> Friendship is Magic <-

As for friends, ummm... If they become your "friend"-- they need something from you. They are Not anyone's friend, really.

They do have quite a few enemies though... and Madame X is--- not one of them...?

Common enemies include -> chirp chirp (Vitus), vrr vrr (Nymiera), sus (Variya), Team Player, Team Xen, might as well seem like everyone probably.

It's Complicated includes -> Madame X, Adrest

-> But seriously, they refuse to get attached normally in the present. Prism is too stuck in the past... whatever the Past technically entails :)

-> ... Maria?

-> Timeline after timeline... oh Interceptor PLEASE don't fuck up this time.

----

-> Oh yeah and they made Necrozma (help) steal the light and rain judgement in their grief after Lunala and Leo died. that's pretty cool innit?

-> addition to Necrozma/Sirius section, it kinda just crash landed after a Big Mistake(tm) into the Third Layer from a wormhole one day lol.

-> not the whole story, clearly. It's boring to tell Everything immediately.

-> they talk to themself a lot. or talk to Sirius while Sirius pretends to listen aka still talking to themself.

-> Their trainer classes include "Child of Light" and [REDACTED]

Let's end this hell once and for all.

Sorry if that was boring or anything. I genuinely don't have enough information ingame for some specifics, or don't wanna ruin certain surprises haha.

[wttt-dirus-work]

Québec (Headcanon)

Québec, my province. Less population (8,576,595 in 2020) than New York City (8,804,190 in 2020), biggest province of the country by land.

She appeared when the French came in the Americas for the beaver fur under the name of “Nouvelle France” (New France). She knows the first thirteen colonies of the US, since after the fight between the French and Britain (Seventh Years’ War), she switched to the name The Province of Québec and became a British colony. I headcanon that she knows well New York and New Hampshire from her time with them as colony and as of today is kind of friendly with Maine (who speaks and understand French if they’re talking -> Acadian French is different than Cajun French, but still comprehensible if I try to understand despite the accent – kinda like when you try to understand an Irish accent-) and Vermont (maple syrup). She’s perfectly bilingual but hold a grudge towards English speaking people who refuse to learn French, or who understand French and refuse to speak it (cough, Ontario, cough, Alberta, Cough). She will talk with the provinces and territories solely in French, mostly because they never try to speak French when they visit her land, so why should she try when they are able to understand her? She mainly does it to make them understand how she feels when they keep being assholes to her.

She’s always cold (because of the three climates, subarctic being the biggest sized one, she’s feels as cold as Alaska, not warmer than 3 °C/-16°F in summer and at least -8°C/-22°F in winter and can go lower than -35°C/37°F, while staying around -3°C/-19°F during spring/fall) despite the population living mainly in the south of the province because of the “No Mans land” and continental climate similar to the northeast’s. She is salty to her government for the lumbering, and how they do nothing to protect the forest.

She doesn’t like people, kind of remember me of New York, but she will just not talk instead of getting into fights, except if it’s with Ontario or Alberta, or anyone about hockey. She’s mean but can be nice if you’re on her good side. She’s got a love/hate relationship with Ontario and doesn’t care about the other provinces/is chill with New Brunswick (who is bilingual too and speaks French despite his Acadian accent). She doesn’t really care about Saskatchewan, Manitoba and British Columbia and is in a truce-like friendship with Newfoundland, Prince Edward Island (PEI) and Nova Scotia (Newfoundland and Nova Scotia are the oldest in Canada). The “rivalry” concerning Alberta is mainly like Texas and Alaska’s relationship. She doesn’t really care about the west provinces and their problems towards her, which is mainly due to malformation concerning the money divided between the provinces (Alberta feels like she should get more for what she produces in oil, but Québec is the double of her population, so the latter consider it normal that she gets more money). Really, she just want to protect her culture and language.

Against all odds, she has friends: Nunavut -who she can relate for how their government treated their Natives and could understand why Nunavut wanted his own government who was closer to their people- and some of the Northeast states. Since New York buys her electricity from Hydro-Québec (more than a 100-year-old contract!), I headcanon that she and New York would at least talk to each other, and since they know each other from centuries before, I believe they would be good friends. They’re not always fighting like the rest of the Northeast, and I think New York would like Poutine (it’s literally French fries, cheeses curds and brown sauce) and Beavertail (the dude has a thing called Garbage plate, the bar is so low it’s in the ground). As for Vermont, who’s also buying power from her, they bonded over Maple Syrup (Québec is the main producer of the world) and how the real stuff is way better than the cheap from the market (we literally call it sirop de poteau, post syrup). Concerning Maine, he was literally called Little Canada by the Québécois immigrants who fled the depression. Due to the numerous towns/city close to St. Lawrence River, and La Gaspésie, there is some popular seafood closer to Québec city, so they definitely bonded over that.

As of sports team, she loves hockey (they all do) and the Habs is her team (New Brunswick support them because he feels kind of sad for her being alone with most of the maritime provinces rooting for the Maple Leafs/local teams). She doesn’t really care about the other sports but will fight anyone saying the Senators/Maple Leafs/Flyers/Bruins are better. She had horses for some time, but then moved north after Canada becoming a country to help her Native nations despite the way her government tried to annihilate them. She only come down south during the elections times/meeting with the government and when she spends time with the Maritime’s or New York.

Québec is the tallest province (6’7), and only Nunavut beat her in size (7’). Alaska is bigger than her (6’10), but smaller than Nunavut. She got white skin pink in the face/extremities from the cold, some muscle from cutting wood, dark brown hair usually tied in Dutch braids and sky-blue eyes, like her flag. She wears fluffy earmuff (help to muffle the sound in the cities) or a white toque (beanie, guys, for us a toque is a beanie), she got a Habs shirt under a blue flannel (which she sometimes switches for a red one), ripped light jeans and pairs of rainbow runners/converse (wink Montreal wink). She will wear boots in winter, don’t worry (it must be under -30°C/-34°F, like for me lol). She will complain about the snow/cold in jokes, just because she can, but she would never switch it for tornadoes, fire season, earthquakes, hurricanes, alligator, etc.

Here you can see her waving towards someone she knows and is kind of fond of. Is it a Northeast state? Is it New Brunswick or the Maritimes? Who knows. But I can guarantee you, it’s not the west. Honestly, it’s probably New York.

Fun fact about Québec : It's pronounced "kay-beck", not "kwah-beck", honestly, it's a personal pet-peeve. Also, we invented Poutine, and if the other provinces try to pass it as their making, they didn’t, they are big liars who lie. It was made in Drummondville, by Jean-Paul Roy in 1964. It’s not “Poo-t-ine”, it’s “poo-tsin”. If you don’t pronounce it with the “-tsin”, you’re saying it wrong; I don’t make the rules. And if you come here, we won’t hate you because you’re black/Asian/another ethnicity; we will hate you if you don’t speak French. And not France French (you won’t understand anything from us), Québec French. Acadian French is good if your accent isn’t that bad (also Cajun French is something else, like you saw with International Canada (Kallmekris) in that sketch, but I personally can understand it well), it’s like that saying: A French speaking (francophone) person in Montreal who speaks English is a bilingual, and English speaking (anglophone) person there who speaks French is a fucking miracle. Don’t take it personal, as I said before, it’s linked to our history. Oh, and we do swear a lot, but there’s gradation : Tabarnak is worse than Calisse or Esti, like fuck off is worse than damn. And saying fuck here is nothing vs our swears, it doesn’t hold the same importance than an Esti de Calisse de Tabarnak; we also use them as verbs and can accord them as nouns too.

Most of us doesn’t believe in Church while we can be Christian (look up Québec’s Bill 21 for more information towards our relationship with religion) or are polite with it and won’t force it in your face, and if you try to justify hating on other people because of your beliefs, we will judge you and won’t like you. Our way of life is kind of a mix between the Midwest and Northeast, in the “mind you own business” mindset for the latter, and the former, if you guys recall the Minnesota goodbye, yeah, we do that here (took me two hours at the door once, because my friend and I were still talking and unable to say goodbye) with also the being too nice, usually in the country, but not in the city (this is a generalisation, there’s always exceptions). From what I know, it’s mostly this way with the rest of the country, so I don’t think it’s a fun fact about the Province.

The more Cryptids we have (except for some locals stories; I have a few personals, just send a ask if you want to hear about it) is La Chasse-Galerie, some skinwalker, wendigo and Mugwump.

Oh, and most of the things about Alaska with cold/snow does apply to us, in majority. We do play the game of “am I on the road/guess the line” during winter and the spot the deer/moose in the rut season.

About her relationship with Cana, where I mentioned the mistake Cana made in the 80s:

Pierre E. Trudeau, the prime minister of the country at this time, knew René Lévesque, Québec’s Premier. They weren’t friends, especially after the referendum to make Québec a country, and when came the time to sign the Constitution in the 80s, to finalize Canada’s independence from the UK, Lévesque was excluded from the negotiations which took place on the night of November 4 to 5, 1981, called “Nuit des Longs Couteaux” (Night of the Long Knives). The National Assembly of Québec has never formally approved the law.

Concerning Cana and Québec, I think the latter is still angry at the Fed for not even informing her of it until it was signed, and it’s another reason we’re, as Québécois, pissed towards English people.

Masterpost here

[of-house-atreides]

Nova | Part 2

Summary: The Mandalorian goes on a rescue mission to fix his mistake.

Pairing: Din Djarin x OC

A/N: Please note that I am French and there might be some mistakes here and there.

Word count: 1734

Warnings: imprisonment, mentions of torture and needles

Nova Masterlist

The cold.

The needles.

The machine.

The pain.

Nothing had changed.

Even if the one in the white lab coat was gentler this time, nicer, apologetic even, nothing had changed.

Even if there was a little one with her this time, nothing had changed.

Poked at, looked at, played with, experimented on… nothing had changed.

But this was different.

The guns.

The explosions.

No, not in the lab.

They were in control here. They always won.

Even in her state, she could hear it. She was paralyzed. Couldn’t move, couldn’t even open her eyes. But she heard it. She heard the door open. She heard him. It was the way he walked. It seemed heavier. Must be the new armor.

“What did you do to them?” he asked the doctor and she thought she heard him activate his weapon, “what did you do to them?” he asked again, angrier this time.

“I-I- I protected them. If he wasn’t for me they’d already be dead, please!”

He begged and whimpered but the man didn’t speak again. The needles and the straps were being removed from her. It was easier to breathe now. She felt two strong hands around her waist, still, she couldn’t open her eyes. Was he taking her with him? She felt like he was carrying her, holding her against his chest, but she felt something else above hers. Was it the child? Must have been. She prayed it was him.

Had he come for them? Had he changed his mind? Was he going to sell her to someone else now? For a higher price? Another armor, perhaps?

A thought crossed her mind. A silly thought. In her silly silly head.

Had he come to rescue her?

She focused on what she knew. She couldn’t let herself hope. She knew better. She’d never trust him, anyway.

They were moving. His grip tight on her. He was strong, holding her with only one arm, no doubt a weapon in his other hand.

Her eyes started to open, but she couldn’t see. He knew she was waking up, because he felt her jump, startled, when stormtroopers started shooting at them.

They were running now. Well, he was running, not as fast as he would’ve if he hadn’t bothered taking her with him.

He ran and hid and spun around, shooting and taking down whomever came in his way. It was dark inside her prison, but she slowly started to see again. The first thing she saw was the child, resting on her chest. She sighed of relief, then winced as she felt a strong headache start. She didn’t notice right away, but they had come to a stop.

“Don’t move!”

“Hands up!”

She cracked open her eyes as best she could, trying to see what was before her. They were surrounded by stormtroopers, two in front of them, and most certainly more behind them.

“I could use a little help here,” the man said quietly.

It took her a second to realize he was talking to her.

Surely, he could tell she was in no state to help him. But she also knew she didn’t have much of a choice. If she wanted out, she’d have to work for it.

She sighed as she closed her eyes. Focusing on her surroundings. One, two, three, four stormtroopers in the room with them. Weak-minded men. It wouldn’t be too hard, but in her state, it would be harder.

She grabbed them, trapped them within her mind, their actions hers to do as she pleased. What should she do? Kill them? Or put them to sleep?

She knew the answer.

Remember what master said.

She knew the answer. And she didn’t like it.

“Sleep.”

But she did it anyway.

The stormtroopers fell to the ground and she could feel her rescuer relax. He slid his right hand under her knees and brought her up higher, moving his left hand on her bottom, repositioning her before he started moving again.

“Ready?”

“For what?”

She looked up as he looked down, his brand-new helmet shining silver making her rage burn gold in her heart.

“To be free.”

The word was like a spark in the dark and cold hallways of her mind. All doors were locked, she couldn’t escape anywhere. But there was a candle now, the fragile flame dancing before her eyes. Freedom. That word used to hurt like a frostbite. But it was warm now. It was hopeful now.

“Get me out of here.”

The words like a plea, like a wish he was the only one able to grant. And he would not fail. He had fucked up and he was going to fix it.

He walked out the back of the building, night falling on the town, darkness embracing them, hiding them in the narrow alleys between the houses. Her vision was still blurry but she could see his ship outside the town. All they had to do was walk out. It wasn’t that far away. They were so close. She was so close.

But it wouldn’t be that easy. Armed men and women coming out slowly around them, surrounding them, more and more of them appeared. Too many of them.

It’s over.

She shook the dark thought away from her mind. He didn’t feel like he was giving up, he didn’t seem like a man who gave up. And she wouldn’t give up. For the child. For herself.

“Welcome back, Mando.”

A man called as he appeared before them, blocking the way to the only exit out of town, blocking the ship out of view.

“Now put the package down.”

She grimaced. Package. I’m not a package. He’s not a package.

“Step aside, I’m going to my ship,” the man she understood was named Mando said as he tightened his arm around her.

“You put the bounty down and perhaps I’ll let you pass.”

She didn’t know who the hell was that man, but he was seriously starting to piss her off.

I’m a person. I’m a living being.

“They’re coming with me.”

He felt the girl move against him. She took a deep breath and he could see she was working on something. Perhaps she would use her voice against all of them, could she even do that on a good day? There were over a dozen of them. And droids. She couldn’t control droids, could she?

She put her hand over his, silently asking him to put her down. He hesitated and she frowned at him. He put his other hand above his weapon as he let her down, carefully watching the other’s reactions.

“Wise decision,” the man said, to her this time.

She tilted her head at him and stared for a few seconds. He stared back with confusion. Her eyes moved from him to his men. All the way to her right, then to her left.

“Come with us, girl. You know there is nowhere for you to go.”

She growled. There was everywhere for her to go.

Holding the child with her left arm against her shoulder, she raised her right hand towards the man standing between her and her freedom. The man flew back and his head hit the metal gate behind him, knocking him out.

“Don’t,” she said as the others raised their weapon towards her. “Sleep.”

One by one they fell, like dominos. Mando was frozen in place, he would never get used to it, he thought to himself. She looked around, looked at her work, watched all of them sleep in the dirt. She was the last one standing this time. She turned towards the ship, and she felt like she could finally breathe again. Fresh, delicious, air entered her lungs and she gasped and sobbed at the feeling. She fell to her knees with a cry, the child’s tiny hands finding her face, wiping a tear away. Mando hurried towards her, but still careful not to startle her, he didn’t know what she was capable of.

“You okay?” he asked as he crouched before her.

“Depends.”

“On what?”

“Where are you taking us?” she answered with a trembling voice as she put a hand on the child’s back.

He nodded knowingly.

“Away from here.”

She took a deep breath or tried to at least but only miserable sobs escaped her. She didn’t move when he put his arms around her, and she didn’t stop him when he lifted her off the ground and pulled her against his chest again.

“Why?” she asked as he started to make his way towards his ship.

She had so many questions, so many worries, but she was too weak to even formulate them.

“’my fault you were there.”

“Why?”

“That’s the job.”

“What are you going to do now?”

“Keep working.”

“I meant with us.”

“’don’t know. Where do you want to go?”

“’don’t know.”

“Let’s just get off this planet first,” he said as they reached the ship.

He took her to the cockpit, sat her down on the chair to his right and attached her seatbelt. She watched him carefully, finding him awkward. She brought the child to her chest and held him protectively within her arms as she looked up.

“Your name Mando?”

He looked down at her and was surprised by what he saw. She was just a girl with too much power and not enough luck. Her big tired wet grey eyes stared at his helmet like she was looking for something. Something he knew he couldn’t give her, whatever it was.

“What’s your name?” he finally said after a moment of silence as he turned around to settle in his chair.

She paused too. It had been a while since anyone had asked her that question. Since anyone had cared. Since she had needed a name. She had almost forgotten it, it took her a moment to remember it.

“I’m Nova,” she said, her voice breaking. The name tasted odd on her tongue, as if it didn’t belong to her. “I’m Nova,” she repeated, with more strength this time, with more certainty, reclaiming it, her own name, her own power, her own humanity.

“Nova,” he said, her name like a spell on his lips, bringing her back to life, acknowledged, alive, free, safe.

Not a package, not a bounty.

Just a girl.

With too much power.

And just a little bit of luck.

[lgcmanager]

NOVA MISSION 001

SCHEDULE TYPE: TRIMESTER ( PART 1 OUT OF 1 ) SCHEDULE RESTRICTIONS: cannot be paired with another trimester schedule, unless stated otherwise.

early morning, on APRIL 10, the members of NOVA are met by their manager, GEUM SHINHYE, straight in their living room. "good morning girls! i thought we could do our meeting in a more comfortable setting today since we have a lot to get through! let's begin with the basics first.” she calls out each of the girl’s name and hands them a folder containing all of the necessary information that they needed to know.

DEBUT SONGS

“with the finale airing on MAY 5, the company wants the group to capitalize as soon as possible from the hype around future dreams and has planned your debut for JULY 10. so, if you look at the next few pages, we’ve given you the lyrics sheets of your debut songs. we’ve also e-mailed all of you the tracks so don’t lose any of it.”

STAY WITH ME

ATTENTION

HURT

HYPE BOY ( title track )

SUNFLOWER (P.E.L) ( nabi's solo )

STAY W!TH ME ( special edition )

line distributions for all of the songs mentioned above can be located over HERE.

starting from now until APRIL 30, the girls will be learning and recording the songs, along with learning the choreographies for ATTENTION and HYPE BOY ( the two songs to be promoted on music shows ). on MAY 1,  the girls will have their hairstyles changed, dyed, and styled ( or maintained as, if no drastic changes ). on that topic, as the members will still be active on social media, shinhye emphasizes that the girls should do their best to hide their hairstyles so as to avoid any fan speculation.

( ooc note: hairstyles (and stage names) will be chosen by the admod team, and will be revealed with the teasers ! )

from MAY 2 to MAY 13, the group will depart for SPAIN, where they will be filming the music videos for STAY WITH ME, ATTENTION, HURT and HYPE BOY ( 5 VERSIONS; MILAN, MINSEO, MIYU, NABI, NAYOUNG x SENA ).

after their return, during their free time from MAY 18 to MAY 28, the girls will be learning the choreography for STAY W!TH ME and filming its music video on JUNE 26.

NOVA IUVENTA

before the girls can rejoice over having two months to practice before their debut, shinhye goes to explain that while the group is part of the PROJECT ORIGIN UNIVERSE, the lore around the group is slightly different from the rest, and as such, will be promoted a bit differently, through its own VISUAL VERSE called NOVA IUVENTA. for their debut, called by the company 'CHAPTER 1: AMARE', the FOUR FIRST TRACKS of their debut mini-album will be used as inspiration for a MINI-DRAMA. each episode will use the themes of one of the songs, after which, said song and its official music video will be revealed. details of the drama will come in the next post.

as such, from APRIL 11 to APRIL 31, every MONDAY, TUESDAY and WEDNESDAY, the members will spend 6 hours every day preparing for the drama, followed by 7 hours of preparation for the mini album. official script reading/rehearsal for the drama will take place on MAY 15 to 17 and MAY 22 to 24, while filming will begin on MAY 29 and end on JUNE 23. please read the official NOVA IUVENTA post for more detail on the mini-drama.

NOVASCOPE

"although your official social media accounts will not be accessible for you before JULY 11, starting tomorrow, i will have the priviledge to begin filming your first youtube content; NOVASCOPE." shinhye announces. NOVASCOPE is to be a regular show on nova's youtube account that will show bits of the girls' behind the scene, from the point of view of the manager. therefore, the girls do not have to plan content for this show and will simply be filmed by SHINHYE from time to time. here's a list of the moments when shinhye will film:

APRIL 11-APRIL 30: debut mini-album preparation bts

MAY 2-13: spain bts

MAY 12: milan's birthday (on set of milan's version of HYPE BOY, surprise to her)

JUNE 9: sena's birthday (on set of NOVA IUVENTA, surprise to her)

REGULAR REQUIREMENTS

DEBUT PREPARATIONS: write a 300+ word solo or a 4 replies (minimum 8 lines) thread with another member about anything related to the learning, recording, and filming for their music videos for +5 POINTS TO DISTRIBUTE ANYWHERE and +6 NOTORIETY !

NOVASCOPE: write a 4 replies (minimum 8 lines) thread with another member about anything captured by SHINHYE (the girls will always be aware shinhye is filming) for +7 POINTS TO DISTRIBUTE ANYWHERE and +3 NOTORIETY ! ** can be done twice by girls who are LEADS and SUPPORTS in NOVA IUVENTA **

NOVA IUVENTA REQUIREMENTS

the success of the drama depends on its script but also on its cast members. you have until JUNE 24 to fulfill the following requirements depending on your type of role:

MAINS: one reply (8 lines) OR one solo (300 words) for 4 WEEKS about the drama (either on set, during rehearsal, etc) with ANY cast member. out of the 4 requirements, only TWO can be solos. each week completed will give you 4 ACTING and 4 NOTORIETY POINTS.

LEADS: one reply (8 lines) OR one solo (300 words) for 3 WEEKS about the drama (either on set, during rehearsal, etc) with ANY cast member. out of the 3 requirements, only ONE can be a solo. each week completed will give you 3 ACTING and 4 NOTORIETY POINTS.

SUPPORTS: one reply (8 lines) for 2 WEEKS about the drama (either on set, during rehearsal, etc) with ANY cast member. each week completed will give you 2 ACTING and 4 NOTORIETY POINTS.

for roles related requirements, you can skip certain weeks; so they do NOT need to be consecutive ( ex. meeting the reqs in weeks 1, 3, 7 for lead ).

make sure to use the hashtag lgc:novamission  for everything pertaining to this mission. you have until JUNE 24, 2022 at 11:59PM EDT to complete the requirements and validate your points. please submit the following form ONCE on the points blog.

TITLE: MUSE NAME ∙ NOVA MISSION 001 - DEBUT PREPARATIONS: +5 ( skill points distribution ), +6 notoriety [ LINK ] - NOVASCOPE: +7 ( skill points distribution ), +3 notoriety [ LINK ]

for the nova iuventa requirements, use the following form:

TITLE: MUSE NAME · NOVA AMARE (WEEK #) -  1 SOLO or 1 REPLY : +2/3/4 acting + 4 notoriety [ LINK 1 ]

[salemsbones]

First Time- Remus Lupin Oneshot

TW: implied sex, pain

     I was nibbling on a piece of milk chocolate as I slowly walked into the Great Hall. Every single inch of my body ached, today had been the first day I was actually able to get out of bed since the most recent full moon that happened just two days ago. It wasn't exactly comfortable having each of your bones dislocate or break in order to become into my werewolf form, and I had spent the last two days curled in my bed, sleeping or trying not to cry from the pain of my recovering body.      Walking into the Great Hall, I scan the large room looking for my boyfriend and his friends, quickly spotting them, they were eating dinner and laughing about something I couldn't hear. I walk towards them, my muscles screaming in resistance until I finally reach them.      "Hey darling," Remus smiled up at me. He looked at lot better than I did considering we both had transformed just days ago, but he always had a quicker recovery time than I did. I smile and kiss his cheek, "Didn't think you'd be coming, thought I'd have to bring you dinner."      "No, I feel-" I'm cut off by a involuntary whimper leaving my mouth as I sit down on the hard wooden bench, pain shooting up from between my legs. Remus looks at me concerned, "You okay? What's wrong?" He whispers, both James and Sirius also looking at me with concern.      I nod, wincing slightly as I try to shift my body weight so my core wasn't pressing so much against the bench. "Just sore, I'm okay."      "What'd you do, fuck her too hard Mooney?" James chuckled, his eyes flickering from Remus to me.      "Go all hardcore wolf?" Sirius laughed, joining in on James's antics, making my cheeks start to flush. When Remus and I avoided answering their questions, him instead squeezing my hand, this caused the two boys to continue their taunts.      "You did!" James said in disbelief. "Didn't you?"      My cheeks were heating up and I stare down at the table, not looking at my boyfriend or his friends.      "Shut up James." Remus said harshly but they continued to laugh to themselves.      "Fuck her so hard she could barely walk!" James sneered. "You saw how she walked in here."      "Couldn't get enough so you had to fuck in wolf form! Go Mooney, you horny bastard!" Sirius laughed, staring at his friend before turning to me. "So Nova, Remus better in wolf form or like this?"      Normally I could ignore their jeers and taunts, roll my eyes or even laugh along with them. But right now, in my exhausted state, their words hurt. I could feel tears brimming in my eyes, threatening to fall.      "Will you both shut up!" Remus says, his voice loud and firm.      "How horny do you gotta be to fuck as a wolf?" Sirius laughed, ignoring my uncomfortable face and Remus's pleads to get them to be quiet.      "We gotta worry about little pups running around?" James said. "Couldn't just wait to fuck as humans like normal?"      I could feel rage bubble inside of me, my hands forming fists as I jump from the table and rush from the Great Hall, ignoring the pleads of my sore body as I run back to the Gryffindor dorms, locking myself inside of my dorm. I burrow myself in my bed, covering my body in thick blankets as tears begin to fall from my eyes from frustration and shame.      I didn't know how long I had been burrowed under my blankets before I heard a gentle knock coming from outside of my door and the low toned voice of my boyfriend, "Baby it's me, can you let me in?"      Picking up my wand from where I had abandoned it beside me I whisper a quick Alohomora before retreating back under my covers. I heard my dorm room door open, the hinges squeaking slightly as Remus enters the room. His quiet footsteps cross the room and stop as he sits on the bed beside my curled up form, gently removing the blanket from over my face and wiping away some stray tears on my cheek.      "I'm sorry baby," He whispers, running his calloused fingers through my hair soothingly.      "It's not you who should be apologizing." I mutter, swiping some tears from my cheeks away angrily.      "They just don't know when to shut up," Remus says, running a hand through his hair. I push back my blankets and sit up quickly, ignoring the sudden head rush I had and look at my boyfriend.      "It's embarrassing Remmy," I say quietly and look down at my hands that were clasped together in my lap.      "It shouldn't be Nova," He says, taking my hands in his, rubbing the back of my hands with his thumbs soothingly. "You know when we're like that, we can't control ourselves."      "I- I just thought our first time would be special, it would be different, not this rough painful thing that I don't even barely remember." I murmur, avoiding his gaze.      "Hey, hey, look at me," He whispers, lifting my chin with his index finger so I was looking him in the eye. "Our first time- our real first time is still going to be special. It'll be different and I promise you that we will do it when you want to, when you are comfortable."      "I just hate that I don't remember any of it, that the only reminder I have that we had sex is the pain I feel days later."      "I know baby and I'm sorry that I caused that pain but our first real time I promise I will be gentle, there will be no pain, everything will be by your word and your say." He caresses' my cheek with his thumb, looking deep in my eyes.      "What if... it takes me a while to want to actually have our first time?" I whisper, embarrassed that I was unsure about having sex anytime soon, especially if it would cause a pain between my legs after like this did.      "Baby we have the rest of our lives, and if you're never ready that's completely fine, I won't look at you or love you any different." Remus reassures, smiling lightly.      "Thank you Remmy," I smile and wrap my arms around him, crawling into his lap and resting my head against his shoulder. "I love you."      "I love you too angel,"

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𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐍𝐓 #𝟎𝟎𝟐: 𝐁𝐄𝐀𝐕𝐄𝐑 𝐌𝐎𝐎𝐍

November 8th. In the morning hours of a mundane Tuesday, astorians and every other person inhabiting Nova Pangaea is presented with the Beaver Moon. This month’s full moon is accompanied by a total lunar eclipse, meaning the moon, sun, and earth stand in a line with our planet in the middle. During Beaver Moon, it’s been known throughout history that werewolves usually present a protective behavior of their own, urging for security during this specific lunar phase. Therefore, it’s advised not to meddle with any packs during this time. 

The eclipse happening alongside the Beaver Moon, causes the werewolves to be unable to shift, therefore they’ll feel their inner wolf trying to escape from its cage and being unable to do so; which enhances their frustration during the day during the full moon. For the other species, the particular shade of red that comes along a total lunar eclipse, will cause others to lose control of their own magic or nature. Vampires and Concubi will notice a shift in their hunger as they’ll desire to feed more frequently and urge for more, and witches that aren’t in control of their own magic or tries to use their secondary power, could lose hold of it.

Those who had the werewolf gene, and would, eventually face the transformations during full moon at November 8th, despite the effects of the lunar eclipse, the council still stated Alphas take to necessary precautions to ensure werewolves restrain themselves from being close to anyone other than their own pack - if they were in one, and for the rest of the population to remain vigilant.

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TRP Prologue - Welcome to the Story of Y/N L/N

Summary: To others, being princess is living the dream. To Y/N, it’s a living nightmare. But, that was until the day that she received the letter that changed her life and met the people who love her for her true self.

Warning/s: use of the word “damn”

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Anybody else would think that being the first-born Princess is literally living the dream.

Let me tell you, it’s not.

“Y/N, put down the book and head downstairs for the Family portrait.” My mother, Queen Ahnica, snapped as she entered my room.

I sighed, placing a bookmark on the page I was currently reading, “Do we honestly have to do this mother? We already did this last year.”

She glared at me, “Do you always have to ask? Now stop this nonsense and give them a smile when we get down. We don’t want the press giving a bad image, don’t we?”

I mentally rolled my eyes as I followed her out of the room, “Yes mother.”

We headed down to the lounge where the royal photographer, my father (King Michael), and my younger sister (Princess Christel) were waiting for us.

I sat down beside my sister, who gave me a sympathetic smile as she placed her hand on top of mine.

“Don’t worry.” She reassured, “This’ll all be over in a minute.”

And boy did that minute feel like an hour.

When we had finished, Clark, our chief of staff approached us.

“Your highnesses,” he greeted, giving a small bow, “There is someone wanting to see you.”

My mother and father exchanged a confused look, before we followed Clark into the guest lounge.

Standing there was a middle-aged woman, her hair in a tight bun and a stern but gentle look on her face.

“Good day Mr. and Mrs. L/N, or should I say your highnesses.” She said, giving a curtsy,

My father smiled, “Good day Ma’am. What assistance could we offer you?”

The woman chuckled, “My name is McGonagall and I’m just here to give your daughter, Princess Y/N, a once in a lifetime opportunity.”

I looked up at her, meeting her eyes for the first time, “Me?”

My sister looked at me excitedly.

The woman nodded, handing me an envelope with the words, Princess Y/N L/N, Montenaro Palace.

Christel nudged my shoulder, “Go on, open it.” She encouraged.

I opened it and pulled out the letter inside.

Dear Mr/Ms. L/N,

We are pleased to inform you that you have been accepted at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Please find enclosed a list of all necessary books and equipment.

Term begins on 1 September. We await your owl by no later than 31 July.

Yours sincerely,

Minerva McGonagall

Deputy Headmistress

I looked up again at the woman, my parents were both stunned into silence, “Am I really going to learn magic?”

McGongall nodded, “Indeed dear, and at the best wizarding school Britain has to offer.”

“But magic isn’t real.” My mother interjected.

McGonagall brought out a thin, stick and with a small wave of her hand, bubbles erupted from it. She then pointed to a teacup on a nearby table, turning it into a teapot.

“So magic is real?” Christel asked in awe.

McGonagall nodded, “It is.”

I turned to my parents as I gave them a pleading look, “Please mum, dad. Can I go.”

My parents exchanged a silent argument before my father said, “You may go. But if this is some sort of scam. You will regret dragging my daughter into this.”

The woman nodded, “You will regret nothing your highness.”

She then turned to me, “I’ll be meeting up with you next week to get your school supplies.”

As soon as she left, my mother turned to my father, “How could you let her? She’s ten! She should be attending finishing school, not some sort of magic school with a bunch of idiots!”

My father sighed, “We’ve taught her everything that she could be taught in finishing school ever since she was five. She’ll be fine.”

--

When September first rolled around, McGonagall brought me to King’s Cross Station and she had instructed me how to board on to Platform 9 and 3/4. Thankfully, I was able to leave before my parents realized that I was wearing “normal” clothes. Because if they did, I would’ve received a full lecture about maintaining an image for the press.

To be honest, jeans and a shirt were a lot more comfortable than a corset and a gown.

At first, I thought it was absurd. But after seeing the serious look on her face, I decided to give it the benefit of the doubt and run into the barrier in between Platforms 9 and 10.

I closed my eyes, braced myself for impact. But a cold chill came over me before I heard the chatter of a lively crowd, I opened my eyes, seeing a red and black train with a sign that said, Hogwarts Express.

A hopped onto the train, looking for a spare compartment. I didn’t expect anyone to recognize me as the princess, and I wish they wouldn’t.

I found a compartment that was occupied by two identical looking gingers.

I gently knocked on the compartment door, sliding it open a bit before asking, “Excuse me, but is it okay if I sat here? Everywhere else was full.”

One of them nodded, “Of course you may. I’m George by the way.” He said, offering his hand with I shook, giving him a small smile.

He then nodded to the boy sitting opposite of him, “That’s my twin brother, Fred.”

Fred stared at me, his mouth slightly agape, “Bloody hell, you’re gorgeous.”

I bit my lip, feeling my cheeks heat up as Fred was snapped out of his trance by George laughing.

“Oh, sorry.” He apologized, grinning sheepishly.

I giggled, “It’s fine.”

The three of us bonded over the train ride and became fast friends.

Despite the fact that Fred and George were identical twins, I had absolutely no trouble telling them apart, though something about Fred made my heart race a bit faster and the butterflies to rise up to my stomach.

--

It’s been three years since I first met the twins. I was now in my fourth year at Hogwarts.

Before I headed down to the Great Hall for Lunch, I adjusted the necklace I was wearing.

Once I arrived, I immediately slipped into the seat between the twins.

Hermione took a sip of her pumpkin juice, looking up from her book, “Where did you get that?”

I looked at her, slightly confused, “Where did I get what?”

“That necklace.”

I looked down and realized that I wasn’t able to hide my necklace in my blouse properly.

“My mum gave it to me.” I managed to stutter out.

“Why? What’s wrong with her necklace?” Ginny asked, “It seems alright to me.”

Everyone in our group was watching me and Hermione, obviously interested in the exchange.

“Well, it’s not just any necklace.” Hermione stated, “There’s only one necklace like that.”

Fred chuckled, “Hermione, I’m sure that necklace is one of billions.”

“No.” She insisted, “There is only one necklace like that and it belongs to the first-born princess of Montenaro.”

She stared at me intently, I could almost see the gears turning in her brain. Besides, she was called the “brightest witch of her age” for a reason.

“Oh Godric!” She gasped and I knew she had come to her conclusion, “What was your last name again?” She asked.

I sighed, “L/N.”

“How did I not notice it before?” She said, most likely to herself, “It makes so much sense now.”

“Hermione, not all of us are geniuses here. So, mind catching us up on what exactly makes sense?” Harry joked.

“The reason why Y/N has that necklace, even though it’s super rare, is because she is the first-born princess of Montenaro. She’s part of the L/N family, she’s basically royalty.” Hermione explained excitedly.

The group looked at me for confirmation.

“Is it true love?” Fred asked softly, “You’re a princess?”

I nodded, letting out a quiet, “yes.”

Everyone was dead silent; you would have thought that someone had just dropped dead in front of us.

Angelina was the first one to break the silence, “Why didn’t you tell us?”

I sighed, “I didn’t want you guys to treat me differently. Because when your royalty and others see you, all people can think about is: she’s the princess, she’s next in line for the throne. And being princess, I’m never free. Every decision is made for me, every word, every moved has to be supervised because there’s always some sort of protocol that’s against it. You guys love me and care about me not because I’m the princess. But because you see the real me. You don’t see me as ‘Princess Y/N’, you guys see me as just Y/N.”

I felt Fred hold my hand under the table as I continued, “Here, I am able to be myself, without having to worry about the damn rules or the press. That’s why I spend every holiday I could at the Burrow. Because I like being free. Because I’ve felt more at home there that when I’ve spent a portion of my life at the palace. That’s why I kept my identity a secret. I feared that when you guys learned the truth, you would treat me differently.”

Fred and George encased me in a “Weasley twin hug” as the former kissed the top of my head.

“We’ll always love you darling.” He whispered, “Whether you’re royalty or not.”

I smiled, “Really? You’re not mad that I kept all of this a secret?”

George chuckled, “Of course we’re not.”

“Fred’s right. To us, your being a princess is just a title, but what matters is the side of Y/N that you want to show us.” Ginny added.

I laughed as all of them wrapped me in a group hug, “What did I do to deserve friends like you guys.”

Fred laughed, running a hand through my hair, “What did we do to deserve being friends with an actual princess?”

“Way to ruin the moment, Freddie!”

“Did you have to bring it up now?”

The rest of the group chimed as they playfully scolded Fred.

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So I Don’t Forget Again: A Breath of The Wild fanfiction

Entry 208: Zora’s Domain

 Sidon made me breakfast. He made things I had taught him to make back at Hateno, he had to wake up very early to get the ingredients on time. He tried to hide it, but I could see he was a little sleepy through the whole day, he’s had such little rest. I really appreciate this, him just focusing on me, almost like there’s nothing else, but I don’t want him to push himself. Though I want to thank him all the same. He just makes me feel so special and safe, in a way unlike anything else, I guess. I feel like he really sees me, like he truly wants me. I don’t know how to describe this, but I want to. I want to pour these feelings into these pages, have him read this so he can know just how much he means to me, how he’s an irreplaceable part of my life, how he

I just want him to know as amazing as he finds me, I find him to be just the same. He’s much more eloquent with words than me, so maybe he’d know how to write this, but I want to at least try, even if this is just kinda incoherent thoughts by now.

We went to market, it’s a bit away from town, but that’s because it’s more of a trading area so Hylians and Gorons and others can get there easier than going through the canyon to the town. We did some shopping but we heard a lot of rumors. A new hero appearing, one who couldn’t be the reincarnated one. A hero who did not wield the blade of evil’s bane but a trident, instead of working in service of the princesses, or royalty, or goddess they worked for the people, a blond gender ambiguous Hylian who slew a massive, fearsome beast all to get ingredients for a medicine for a gerudo woman’s sick husband they didn’t even know, a person who helped the descendants of the champions calm all the Divine Beasts soon after their rampages began, a person who is a brother to the strong gorons, a person who had begun to teach others how to fend for themselves, on and on it went, even false or exaggerated tales. They were all about one simple person who served the people for their sake and nothing else. This person was not grand or flashy, they were only recognized since tridents are an uncommon weapon and even more uncommon for hylians outside of the royal family to be blond, two odd, eye catching characteristics and people made the connections from there. Sidon told me it just seemed fitting that the “Hero of the People” would wish to use all his peoples’ fighting styles, a person who was strong with all their power, their best qualities united.

I guess it is fitting. Before being the chosen hero or whatever felt like a burden, but this time, it felt different, it didn’t feel bad, like there’s this cumbersome weight I just can’t carry. I’m being called a hero for things I have done already, not things I’m expected to do, I think that’s the difference. I think Sidon could tell too. He admitted he was a little nervous about this, but if I did react badly, he wanted to be beside me so he could comfort me and not have me over hear this some other place far away and for my thoughts to go dark again. And we had the whole day to be together so we could do something fun to get my mind off it.

We had a lovely walk back. Bossa Nova kept trying to steal some of the ingredients we ended up running part of the way as he chased us. He even tried nibbling on my hair to get my attention. Sidon tried scolding him, but Bossa Nova didn’t care. After gifting a Hearty Radish he calmed down, but Sidon said I shouldn’t spoil him, that he’ll just take advantage of that and eat through all my non-meat supplies sooner or later. But then he just looked at me for a moment, smiled and shook his head before turning back to the trail ahead. When I asked him what that meant he told me he couldn’t find my behavior endearing and that I need to learn how to say ‘no’ sometimes. I guess he is a prince, he has to make decisions for his people, and he’ll likely have to say ‘no’ sometimes, but how can you say no to a cute hungry capybara! Besides I don’t think he would have stopped trying to knock us over till he was fed so I don’t think it could have been THAT bad. Just a treat. He’s a good boy, he needs the love. Sidon then gasped and said this must be why Bossa Nova likes me more now. It was clear he was play acting, playing up the moment but his reaction did get Bossa Nova to charge at him and knock him into the river for hugs. Much of the fruit started floating down river and it took a while to collect it all.

We cooked lunch together, a fusion between Rito and Zora cuisine. I always love cooking with him, well I just like cooking, but especially with him. Food reflects it’s culture and traditions, cooking is literally making something to help the other keep living and making it enjoyable all the while. I don’t think I need food, not anymore at least, but I can still enjoy it, making it and tasting it with others. Eating and cooking with others feels different than on your own, it only makes sense, food reflects people and so more people would surely make it taste better. All this to say I just really enjoyed lunch. And Bossa Nova still ate his meal so giving him his treat was not spoiling him! He didn’t eat his whole thing though, but that’s not the point! He still ate it… I guess it’s because I don’t get hungry I don’t see the point in having scheduled meals. Sidon said that was not the point, the point being Bossa Nova acting bratty to get whatever he wants. But could it be so bad, all he ever wants is food or extra affection.

Sidon asked if I knew how long I can hold my breath for. Much of his kingdom is underwater and he wanted to show more of it to me. Zoras really are made for the water, even the shape of their heads are kind of like arrows so they can effortlessly pierce through it. I know fish need fins to swim, I wonder how fins help Zora swim. They’re just stunning racing past, or at least Sidon is. Even with my complete zora armor set swimming can be a struggle but for him it’s effortless, he can go in circles and make twists and turns so quickly. Light seems much starker underwater, either bright or dark, I notice his glowy parts much more, I still can’t tell if they’re always glowing or if the glow activates when he’s in shade.

His home underwater looks similarish to land with similar plants, but there are also very different ones I don’t even know where to begin describing them. Some are kind of like flat dishes and others more spindly, then there are others that are wrinkly, I’ve never seen plants like those in the rivers before. There are some like stone, Sidon says they’re called coral and are plants oddly enough. Many of these only grow in the domain, but there are similar ones in the ocean. I wondered if any could be used in cooking, as they are plants zoras have never tried and Sidon was rather keen on assisting me if I tried working with them.

His kingdom underwater is so much larger than on the surface. Sidon and his people could so easily be separated from the rest of the world and be just fine. Their most important places like the throne room are on the surface so others can more easily reach them. That is something he’s always had been so appreciative of his ancestors for doing. His people, they’ve always been distant from the rest of Hyrule whether they lived solely underwater or some place out of reach or hidden away, of all times this current era is likely the closest they have been to others even with being separated by a distant canyon still. He doesn’t like this distance, even if it is better than before. After the champions fell and the hylians had no leader, everyone mostly went their own ways and more of a divide was created between everyone, sure there’s trade and the mail service but other than that, nothing, no alliance promises or at least documents stating they were at peace with one another, there’s nothing except for the few individuals who sought out pay from others, that’s why he finds what I’m doing to be so incredible. This legend I’m making just by being myself, becoming something or someone everyone can connect too or want to strive for. A kind of hero he could only have dreamed of. I told him I can’t do anything like uniting everyone, I’ve just lived with them and gotten to know them, he however, someone who knows how to lead others, someone who can understand and relate to others so easily or through his sheer determination, his hunger to know others better, wanting those connections, he could become someone who could lead and unite hyrule. He told me uniting hyrule again was going to be a monumental task, surely one he could not handle on his own, he’d definitely need someone who’s on good terms with everyone, and more importantly a partner by his side, someone he could lean on during the rough days, someone who could emotionally support him and just be by his side, just someone precious to him to keep close.

How tenderly he held my hands and stroked them with his thumbs, and just that way he looked at me. I don’t know what I was feeling but it was so warm, and soft, and like my chest was fluttering. Just… how he wants me, not just for what I can do, he just wants me. He wants me to be there because he just wants to share his life with me, I just happen to get some additional satisfaction since I know I get to help, but even if I couldn’t I KNOW he’d want me to be there with him and it just…

It means so much to me.

Today was just so nice.

After leading me to my room he collapsed on the bed. I don’t know about him, but I know swimming definitely takes a lot of energy and he was already working with little sleep, at least this way I know for certain he’s getting rest. I hope nobody comes here looking for him. For now, I guess I should get some sleep myself.

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