#The Umbra Take The Rings!

[ravenwitch45]

Helluva Boss x Bayonetta crossover idea:

Assuming that Bayonetta would meet the main cast of Helluva Boss in the show's current events, imagine the possibility that she wasn't the first Umbra Witch to come into contact with anyone from the Seven Rings.

What if, say, there was a history between Bayonetta's mom Rosa and Stolas's dad Paimon?

Rosa might have visited the Seven Rings or Paimon might have discovered Vigrid on an excursion to Earth (maybe even summoned), but somehow and someway, they both meet each other.

Perhaps on their first encounter, they are curious about each other or they get off on the wrong foot. Then again, not every run-in between a witch and a demon is a smooth one.

If the first meeting is one of hostility, they have a fight. If it goes cordially, Rosa might chaperone Paimon to Vigrid, but he might not be received the same by the other Umbra Witches and especially the Lumen Sages - This predictably leads to the witches and sages attempt to bring Paimon under control, which he doesn't like, so he whips out his Goetian powers and resists. He's able to trounce a number of witches and sages, but Rosa intervenes to make him stop, leading to both of them fighting each other after Rosa somehow gets the witches and sages to stand down and let her deal with him.

The fight may end in a draw or Rosa momentarily bringing Paimon to his knees, but Paimon is amazed at the witch's strength, skill, and cunning. (Plus, she's one hot witch, to boot!)

As a powerful demon in his homeland, Paimon doesn't really have trouble returning home whenever he wishes, but is too fascinated with Vigrid and the clans to leave right away thanks to Rosa. So he hangs around, getting to learn more about the culture and heritage of Vigrid, though he mostly learns more about the witches since Rosa is the one he trusts the most out of all of them. He's especially enamored with the two clans' possession of 'The Eyes of the World'.

Eventually, Paimon and Rosa are able to form a sufficiently friendly relationship, somewhat of a friendship (kind of), that they can be casual with each other about sharing who they are and their roots, among other things. They would even be comfortable enough with each other to engage in some friendly sparring, at least when they're alone.

But alas, there is still the chance that Paimon may have something else up to no good in mind. He might be sneakily trying to find a way to snag the Eyes of the World for himself to bring back to the Seven Rings for an edge in whatever hellish ambitions he has that are typical for his kind - whether to rule over the other Goetias, all of the Seven Rings and beyond, even take over Heaven, you name it!

Of course, Rosa finds out and won't stand for it, especially after Paimon learns to his surprise what the true nature of the Eyes really are, the truth of which would make whatever plans he was cooking up impossibly difficult if not pointless. Regardless, Rosa is compelled to confront Paimon on his attempted actions, and they once again engage in a serious fight like the first time, but now with the sincere intent to finish off the other.

Rosa is able to beat Paimon and for the first time, he is humbled by the very same qualities he earlier praised her for. Understanding her seriousness and the futility of trying to steal and use a gift that is outside his scope of understanding, he admits defeat and finally decides to leave Vigrid and go home. As Paimon prepares to leave, he tells Rosa that he genuinely enjoyed his time with her and seeing Vigrid, implying that he's promising to never return if that's what she wants. But Rosa replies that she might have other surprises waiting for him in store and show him a thing or two, implying that she isn't exactly forbidding Paimon from returning if he so wished.

Paimon can only take that response in light humor, silently telling Rosa that he might take her up on that offer, before he resumes leaving and officially returning to the Seven Rings.

Only time will tell if either one of them feels like sharing this private little story to anyone else. Until the situation somehow, somewhat calls for it, it would be one helluva riddle for the ages!

Oh Baby we got some history with these famlies! I think this idea is so cool. Especially since I already kinda wrote Bayonetta's and Stolas's meeting so imagine there reactions to finding out about this. Not to mention Paimon learning Rosa's fate eventually. Okay let me add a few ideas ^^

The Umbran Witch and The Goetia Demon that came before...

You already lined out a pretty good story, so I won't add much there except a few ideas I have. Maybe when they meet, Rosa assumes he must belong to another witch, a notion he's radically insulted by, explaining who he is and they calm down, Paimon starting a full conversation asking about her practices of magic, pretty polite and curious at that age, and after that they hang out, Rosa herself also curious of him.

Maybe when Rosa chaperones him to the city itself, the person that makes a big fuss is Morganna, since we know her very dehumanizing view of demons and all, personally I feel her and Rosa had a bit of a rivalry but not important rn.

When Paimon freaks out and Rosa fights him to a stalemate, and maybe knocking him to the ground. I could certainly feel him panicking a little, having never been bested or threatened by any creature, but he surrenders anyway, calming the situation.

With the friendly sparring I could see both being impressed at the others magic, Paimon finding the Witch time and bullet arts an interesting magic, while Rosa is intriqued by Goetian Magic as well the soceity of the seven rings. Also Paimon being incredibly nervous if Rosa introduces him to Madama Khepri XP

But of course Paimon sees power and sees oppurtunity with the Eyes of The World, and won't just back off upon his friend telling him he can't understand them exactly or steal them. The fight would certainly be dramatic, both fighting on all cylinders. Paimon going full shadow beast and Rosa going serious mode with the wicked weaves, maybe even pulling off a demon masquerade or two.

With Paimon coming back eventually, maybe after some time they start discussing how there lives are changing, there views clashing as Paimon is resigned to marry a woman he barely knows, while Rosa falls for Balder against all law. But there still friends albeit ones with conflicting views.

Maybe despite all they went through, when Rosa is caught and imprisoned. Paimon really starts distancing himself from her. Rosa won't let him help her, and he can't stand to watch her suffer for something even he can't blame her for even if love barely makes sense to him.

He comes by her cell one last time, to say goodbye, but before he leaves Rosa asks him to look after her daughter, telling him her name. "Cereza." And he just leaves, never going after the child. Focusing on his status and power back home as he marries his kids off to succeed. Thinking of her occasionally, having nightmares he ignores of her hating him. Never daring to go back to see what happened to his old friend. Ignoring how his heart skipped a beat when Stolas gave him a bouquet of roses he grew as a child. Finding the flowers so bittersweet even though he likes having them around to remind him of her...

I can not tell you just how much I LOVE this idea, deepens both of their characters greatly and complexs how Bayonetta will interact with the Helluva cast. Not sure what next but this sure is cool.

[naffeclipse]

Forget-me-not

Reader x Sun and Moon

Commission Info

Thank you for @robinette-green for the lovely request! I adored writing this and making the boys so sweet to the reader! The reader is a clockwork animatronic who's trapped in an abandoned circus, and Sun and Moon step foot onto the forgotten ground and find someone in need of their help.

———

You watch another golden glow creep into oblivion upon the abandoned carnival and its sad, lonely inhabitants. The sun withdraws soundlessly like a stranger passing by. The Freak Show sign slumps, depressed. The once golden and galloping horses in the carousel have rusted into cruel, dark hues and no longer stamp or throw their wild manes back while children ride their once beautiful, gleaming saddles. The big tent—it hasn’t been big in years. It lies in sore tatters, wet from yesterday’s rainstorm with poles sticking up high and stringing along broken bulbs of once bright, yellow lights illuminating the darkness, promising fun to the humans who stepped onto the fairgrounds. 

You hate the darkness. You hate it more than being bolted down in place and left to host a game of ring toss no one has played in years. Your right arm is still extended in invitation over the green and brown bottles. The carnival owner couldn’t even allow you both of your arms, pinning your stance into place with bolts and leaving only your left hand to occasionally wave and flutter to catch the attendee’s eyes. 

After all the trouble he went to steal you away from your creator, you thought he would at least have taken you with him when the bright, colorful lights and happy, bouncing music came to a halt.

The soft words of your creator ring distantly, like a voice calling out through fog. You are—were his most beautiful creation. He whispered the words to you while he painted your lips red and bid you to take a look in the mirror.

You agreed. You were so, so pretty.

Perhaps it’s for the best that you don’t know what you look like anymore. You don’t want to look upon how rusted your clockwork inner workings have become. Your once pale and milky porcelain skin might be gray and slushy as the dirt along the pathways guests took, and that is not something you wish to know. There’s no doubt your red lips and silky red hair have been forsaken to the elements. You fear you are ruined. 

You are now worthy of abandonment.

In the darkness, you truly are forgotten. A hitch within your clockwork chassis catches and grinds before continuing, but the scraping pain remains.

Your attention is drawn back to the front entrance, a good distance away from you. Half crumbled with support beats cutting over the access in an ‘X’ shape, like a warning to not trespass this decrepit lot, shadows slink over the splintered and rotted wood. Long, lanky umbras move with a silence that is so strange and careful.

You squint your eyes. The urge to tilt your head slightly to peer better at the disturbance is cut short by the bolt in your neck, refusing to let your head tilt save from a slight side to side to give an enthralling smile.

You shouldn’t get too excited. It’s likely mere animals. A pair of raccoons or a stray dog who has lost its owner. Once, you watched a doe deer step softly through the wretched ruins, big wet eyes turning to you for one moment before the blurt of your automated voice lines jumped from your throat and sent the creature bounding away.

Nothing is yours here, not even the moment of daydreaming of you prancing out of this forsaken carnival like a doe deer. Free.

The shadows mingle into the dusky darkness. The blue-gray twilight reveals figures, and your mechanical heart chokes.

Two personages creep along the path winding from the entranceway. The same path leading directly towards the ring toss game; towards you. One dons a thick hood and cape, dark blue like midnight. The other’s head is sharper and unconcealed. A crown of jutting points frame the figure’s disk-like face, and a thick deep brown shawl gathers at his throat and falls down his chest and arms. 

As they pass into a silvery slant of budding starlight, metal glints on the crowned one’s face and the other hooded person’s hands spray out while scanning the darkness for threats, silver digits curling and uncurling.

Two automatons. Like you. But not.

A whirl in your servos thrums a loud, exhausted sound, and you stiffen—as much as you can while bolted in place. 

What could two automatons want with an abandoned circus? You were never familiar with the world outside of your creator’s home before you were smuggled out against your will by the circus owner, but at the circus, you learned much. 

You learned of scavengers and automatons gaining their rights. You always wonder if that’s partly the reason you were left here to rot too—are you too human now to own but robotic enough to be neglected? 

They could spy on you in the darkness and decide to strip you for parts. Your clockwork clanks heavily within you like a clapper within a bell, beating against your brass heart. Can they hear it? You have to stop. Be quiet. 

The two automatons prowl forward. Their optics and audio processors strain not unlike hounds searching for a fox. What do they prey upon? The crowned one gestures towards the carousel, the ride well within distance to your ring toss game, and you must clench your jaw tightly to keep from whimpering. The hooded one dips his head but keeps moving forward. Your gears crank in jarring motions, jolting and jerking while you hope they take the parts they desire from the circus and leave.

The hooded one continues down the path. Your chassis tightens, and your fingers tremble in place while you keep your eyes averted, held above the automaton’s head but keeping him in the unfocused corners of your optics.

Please. Please, don’t. Your bottom lip quivers.

“Step right up and toss a ring to win a prize!” The words blurt from your mouth and startle all the ruins and everyone within.

Two pairs of glowing eyes fall upon you. Straightening and alerted, the shrouded automatons stare into your fluttering eyelids as you attempt to beg them to leave you alone. A spark burns in your throat. Your voice lines refuse to give.

One stops and reaches silver and blue digits up and lowers the hood slowly. A face gazes at you, scarlet eyes glowing in the darkness with a face like a crescent moon. A blue nightcap, slightly frayed and worn, and decorated in yellow stars, covers his circular faceplate. 

The other steps closer with a curious tilt of the sharp points framing the automation’s head, and enters the last of the blue-gray darkness before night completely takes over. A yellow face, grinning with round cheeks, observes you. Pale optics beam. 

“Hello, friend,” he speaks, voice bouncing low but with intrigue. “Why don’t you come on out? It’s alright, don’t be afraid.”

Your optics dart side to side. Helplessness settles over you, pinned in place by rusty, dark shame. 

“Do you need help?” The one with the pale yellow sun rays steps closer, his eyes narrowing in the slightest. “Are you stuck?”

The moon-face automaton slips closer. The glow of his gaze sweeps over the game you’re bolted in front of, and he fixates on your right arm stiffly held out in invitation as your fingers curl and clench. You glance down at him, wondering if your eyes plead in the way your mouth cannot.

Biting your bottom lip does not prevent another voice line from bursting forth, and inwardly, you crumple.

“Try your hand! One ring around the neck of a bottle wins a prize!” 

“Not stuck,” the lunar automaton turns to his accomplice. His cloak shifts like shadows under the arc of the moon. “Trapped.”

“Oh, you poor thing! Here, let us help.” The sunny one steps forward, his hands raised as if to pacify a wild creature. “And, if I may be so bold, your voice box sounds like it’s not your own.”

You wish to nod but only succeed in cranking your head halfway to the right, as if in a gesture towards your hapless situation. 

You wonder if they can see the ugly, rusty bolts pinning your body in place, holding you shackled to the ring toss game. They must, for the lunar face man slips closer, stooping down by your feet behind the barrier as he inspects the heavy metal securing you in place. The solar gentleman energetically leaps over the barrier and stops right beside you, hand on his hips. His shawl drapes darkly around him but his grin is bright like a new dawn.

You don’t dare hope. The niceness will fall away like a curtain to reveal the snarling, roaring beast behind it. They will strip you for parts or worse, mock you, revel in your helplessness, and slip back through the night, leaving you with only the daydream of a rescue.

Facing the sunny one, you hold your metaphorical breath as he pauses. He stares deeply into your optics. You stare back into the foggy gray irises he possesses, like a cool, misty fog gathering in the night only to be touched by the sun’s first rays of light. 

“Your eyes are beautiful—the same color as forget-me-nots.” The sunny automaton smiles.

Your servos slow to a calm hum.

“Come on,” he says and carefully reaches for your neck to begin unscrewing the bolt stuck in your throat, “You won’t be left to rust here anymore, starlight.”

Your insides melt, touched by their generosity.

Below, at your feet, the dark blue and silver automaton begins to unscrew the bolts holding your feet down. Rust scrapes away and a harsh squeak of metal echoes. You grunt, jostled but, strangely, you hold to hope like a feathered, tiny thing in your hands, hoping to watch it fly again. 

“We can fix your voice box,” the lunar one speaks in a slight rasp you find endearing. His gaze remains focused on setting you free. “We have a shop. We repair things sometimes.”

“That’s right,” the solar one chimes in, “We scavenge as well. Don’t worry, we’ve repaired a few automatons or two. You can trust us.”

When he pries the bolt from your neck, you can dip your head in acknowledgment. A strange sensation burns through your wires, heating you from the inside out. Emotion. You wish you could ask for their names.

“You look very delicate.” The one at your feet finally frees one of your porcelain slippers with a slow, cautious tug. “We’ll be gentle.”

He tilts his head upwards and flashes a grin. You find yourself warming in the face. Is he being a tease or does he not know how he sounds? By the mischievous glint in your eyes, you fear he knows exactly what he’s doing.

You try to pry your lips apart to find the right words, but all that leaves you is “Enjoy lots of fun! For a small price, of course!”

The automaton of yellow and gray hues glances briefly at you, tilting his heading in confusion while he begins to loosen the bolt stabbed into your right elbow. Holding his gaze, you speak with your eyes, almost pleading.

What are your names?

A spark of understanding answers in his pale optics, and he gasps.

“Moon, where are our manners? I’m so sorry, starlight! My name is Sun, and this is Moon.”

You dip your head again, bobbing up and down in excitement. You know their names. You haven’t learned anything new about anyone in so long…

When they free you from the ring toss game, you can hardly believe how the muddy path now leads you to the outside of the circus as Sun holds you gently in his grasp, how their strides are sure-footed and smooth, and how they look at you with concern.  

You vow silently to speak their names the moment your voice is free too.

*

You haven’t seen anything outside of the carnival in so long, you’ve almost forgotten the sight of dark, shiny paved streets and the lone lamp posts that light the way. Gray and dreary buildings line the streets. One, however, is cheerfully plastered in wooden stars painted bright yellow, and the door is a soft, sky blue with white fluffy clouds along the very top. 

Sun and Moon take turns carrying you. Their hands are careful, cradling you close against their cloak and shawl while murmuring that it’s alright. You’re safe. They’ll get you fixed up in no time. Moon cradles you in his arms now as Sun unlocks the door, and holds it open so you can be carried over the threshold. 

For an odd reason, it triggers your faceplate to heat up more than the colored rouge on the porcelain should allow.

Through the door, the interior of the workshop is set with tools ranging from smallest to biggest, shelves containing boxes marked, and small containers with different, shiny nuts and bolts. There are even some small containers with shiny, bronze gears. You haven’t seen a spotless floor in so long. There were always leaves and mud staining the path serpentining through the carnival. 

A table, coppery under a work lamp, awaits. 

“I’m setting you here,” Moon murmurs close to your audio processor before he lays you softly down with a gentle click of your frame against the metal. 

“I worry about how long you were left there.” Sun loses the shawl and locates a brown leather apron. Tools line the pockets as he swiftly ties it behind his back. His eyes are creased though he still smiles reassuringly. “By the amount of rust, I would guess years. For your sake, I hope I’m wrong.”

The answer is on the tip of your tongue. What comes out instead is a showy voice declaring “Whoever can ring three bottles wins the ultimate prize!” 

A whirl in your servos practically screams out your embarrassment. You lower your gaze. The stiffness in your joints is almost as unbearable as the voice lines the circus owner forced upon you. 

“Shush,” Moon says, his cloak falling away as he snags an apron similar to Sun’s off of a hook. “Wait for a moment, pretty thing, then you may have your words back.”

“That’s right,” Sun nods and shifts to stand close beside you. He grows still for a moment, his bright disposition falling behind a somber cloud. “We’re very lucky to have found you.”

You smile—not the forced, showy smile that has been plastered on your face while you lie in the ruins, but a true smile for the ones who rescued you.

Moon moves to the other side of the table. His hands, now gloved in black leather, hesitate. 

“We will open you up now.” The automaton turns flush along the spindle support of his neck. “Is that alright? It’s the only way we can fix your voice box.”

Sun leans forward, his smile still cheery while he modestly averts his eyes, “As well any other damage done from being exposed and negligent for… however long you were out there.” 

You never thought the solar automaton could be shy, and yet. 

You nod your head as it rests on the table. You feel safe, so much more so than when you were bolted in place. The circus owner did not ask you what you wanted then.

Moon and Sun move in tandem. It’s strange and beautiful, how effortlessly they weave their fingers to begin work. Sun unlocks your chassis and Moon gently lifts it open. You throw your gaze to the ceiling. You don’t want to know. You know they will find it horrible and awful, but you don’t want to see it and have it seared into your mind.

“You’re beautiful,” Moon utters.

You blink, as breathless as a machine can become.

“Your clockwork—is very beautiful,” a slight stumble from his raspy voice seals your fate. You say nothing. You press your lips together and wonder if you might overheat right here and now. 

“You are pretty,” Sun continues effortlessly, though there’s a slight trill to his voice that may give away his nervousness or bashfulness, you can’t decide. “Clockwork automatons are rare.”

The circus owner made mention of that.

You close your eyes as Sun and Moon narrate their every movement. Hands held down by your sides, you only occasionally shift or softly buzz as they clean and fix your voice box nestled within the bottom of your throat. They are so gentle. You never knew hands could be so kind, even if they are rummaging through your inner workings. 

Could they possibly let you stay?

The absurd thought enters your processor and you almost immediately shove it into a box and bury it deep into cold, black soil. 

“You’re doing so good.” Sun grins as he looks down into your chassis. “There. That should do it. Moon?”

“I’m done.”

Slowly, carefully, as if finishing a sacred rite, the two close up your chassis and tighten it back into place. You haven’t opened your eyes yet. A part of you wonders if you’ll only look out into the ruins of the circus again, and find this was all one blissful moment of a daydream. 

“Can you say something, starlight?” Sun’s voice washes over you.

“It’s alright if you’re not ready,” Moon answers in a low sound of comfort.

It falls past your lips before you realize you are not ready, but you so terribly want to speak anyway.

“Thank you.” Your eyes flash open, and you gape—the echo. Your soft, demure tones no longer strained into shouting and calling attention. 

It’s you.

Your hand touches your lips, and a sound between a laugh and a sob emerges from your voice box. 

“Thank you! Thank you!” You look between the two of them, overwhelmed. With the overhead lamp now touching their features as they sit back, grinning, you get to admire their handsome features. 

You two are very striking.

“Oh, my,” Sun chuckles, bleeding red in the cheeks, “Thank you!”

“You’re very sweet,” Moon murmurs, touching his nightcap with a slight bashfulness.

And you realize you spoke your thoughts out loud. You called them striking.

“Oh,” you begin to burn.

“It’s alright,” Moon says swiftly, interrupting your apology. “We would like to know what your plans are after this. Now that you’re free.”

“Free,” you whisper back. You clutch at your chest, over your clockwork heart, and marvel. “I…”

You have your voice back. Use it.

“I—if I may be so bold, may I ask to stay with you both? I won’t be a burden. I won’t stay longer than you will allow, and I—”

Sun sighs, dramatic and cheerful, as he finds your hand to hold it. 

“I thought you would never ask, starlight!”

Moon’s hand slips under your anxious fingers. His nod echoes his solar counterpart’s enthusiasm. You turn your head between both of them, your lips parting in awe.

“Thank you,” you whisper. “Sun. Moon. Thank you.”

[midnight-bay-if]

Who of the Ro's would propose first, who would wait for the MC to propose first? Also who just believes and doesn't believe in marriage/wouldn't want to be married?

S: S's relationship with marriage has a complicated history. Their parents used marriage as a cage to trap them, which put them off the idea for a very long time. But once they meet MC, their minds begin to change. Somehow, the idea of marriage with you feels less like a shackle and more like the key turning to unlock it. So, they would like to propose first, but if MC grew impatient and decided to pop the question, they would say yes.

Rain: Rain has no experience with the concept of marriage until they start working with S. They become fascinated with it. The idea of devoting yourself to a single person through hardships and good times is beautiful, but it's also terrifying. Rain is terrified of loving anyone that much. It would take a while for Rain to settle the idea in their head. They would need to feel confident that any hardships could be overcome together. They live dangerous lives, after all. But once they felt safe, they would absolutely propose.

Taj: Taj is probably the least fussed about marriage. It's not something they ever gave much thought to after their home's decline. They have no qualms about doing it if MC wanted to, but it would be solely for them. They don't feel the need to declare themselves in front of any god? Why would they? They were practically worshipped as gods themselves once upon a time. Still, they can support the idea of dedicating their life to you in an official capacity, but it's what they plan to do regardless.

N: Demon marriage has political motivations, typically, especially for someone like them. Marriage is a demonstration of opulence and power, not one of love. So, asking for your hand in marriage wouldn't even cross their mind. They are much too fond of you for that. But if you ask them, explaining it's because you love them, their whole perspective shifts. Expect them to immediately design you an engagement ring, then boast about you wearing it forever.

Umbra: It would take a lot of courage and at least a conversation about marriage for Umbra to ask first. But if you take the plunge and ask them first, their heart will melt. What do you mean you're giving them permission to spend the rest of their life with you? They can't believe it. The moment you spring the question, so much of their self-doubt is going to fade away. They don't deserve you, but they're going to spend every day of forever living like they do.

[wild-flowerhoney]

multi-fandom masterlist

fandoms and ships:

the rings of power: elrond/galadriel, elrond/halbrand

marauders: gen, regulus/lily, regulus/remus

pjo hoo toa: percy/nico

the rings of power

- AO3 pseud: as-summer -

• COMPLETED WORKS

bitter wine - one shot, rated mature, galadriel has always known elrond will make a fine husband some day, it's just hard to accept that his wife won't be her, hard to accept the idea of losing him to another, pre-series, not canon compliant, implied sexual content, hopeful ending.

the missing pieces series - a bunch of short stories taking place in canon and expanding/exploring various scenes.

1. glimpsing light - one shot, rated gen, elrondriel week 2024, day four: outsider pov, elendil discovers something new about galadriel and his ancestor's brother in 1x03, fluff, missing scene.

2. out of sight - one shot, rated gen, takes place in 1x08/2x01, sauron takes elrond's form to trick galadriel, pining, possibly unrequited love, manipulation.

3. scorched earth - one shot, rated gen, beginning of s2, after that meeting in círdan's workshop galadriel tries once more to get through to elrond, pining, emotional hurt, possibly unrequited love, friendship.

4. gaps of sunlight - one shot, rated gen, companion to glints of moonlight, 2x07 kiss scene romantic rewrite from galadriel's pov, the golden light in lindon is very different from the lifeless shine in adar's refuge but elrond's presence makes it just as beautiful, pining, possibly unrequited love, love and friendship mixing into each other.

5. glints of moonlight - one shot, rated gen, companion to gaps of sunlight, 2x07 kiss scene romantic rewrite from elrond's pov, the dim light in adar's refuge cannot compare to the moonlight in lindon but not even the shadows can ever hide galadriel's light from him, mutual pining, requited love, love and friendship and the ways they're one and the same.

6. of the heart - one shot, rated gen, post 2x08 galadriel and elrond meet in the woods to talk, disapproving dad gil-galad, pining, possibly unrequited love, unresolved romantic tension.

pulvis et umbra - one shot, rated teen, a discussion with a mortal man makes galadriel think of her feelings for elrond and what they mean in regards to her and her marriage to celeborn, post 2x07, pining, unresolved romantic tension, love and friendship.

canto v series - elrond and galadriel, giving in to something that shouldn't be. and all that comes after. somewhat inspired by the retelling of Paolo and Francesca's affair.

1. unto one death - one shot, rated explicit, galadriel gives in to her feelings for elrond who was once her ward, infidelity, mutual pining, forest sex.

2. who reason subjugate - one shot, rated explicit, elrond pov after their sort of marriage, thoughts and feelings about being peredhel, infidelity, secret relationship, smut.

the rising of the tide - two chapters, rated gen, 2x07 rewrite, the negotiation with adar ends with elrond in chain besides galadriel, mutual pining, not canon compliant, friendship and love.

at the end of all things series - my works for elrondriel week 2024, all about their doomed relationship and them making the best of their time together.

1. an interlude - one shot, rated gen, day one: secret relationship, elrond and galadriel meet before her trip to the north in 1x01, pre-canon, established relationship

2. glimpsing light - one shot, rated gen, day four: outsider pov, elendil discovers something new about galadriel and his ancestor's brother in 1x03, fluff, missing scene.

3. breathing space - one shot, rated gen, day three: nenya, elrond and galadriel in the middle of their fight during the trip to eregion in 2x04, established relationship, fluff and light angst.

4. by candlelight - one shot, rated gen, day two: prophecy/future, elrond and galadriel have one last night before their relationship must come to an end, post 2x08, break up, bittersweet ending.

• WIPS

wings of a butterfly - two chapters, rated teen, elrond is such a delight that the dark lord himself can't help but give up on his plans for him, eventual romance, pining, crack treated seriously.

as a binary star - three chapters, rated teen, stardust au, galadriel is pushed out of the sky and elrond takes the chance to finally explore the magical world beyond the wall, eventual romance, tenderness, strangers to friends to lovers.

marauders era

- AO3 pseud: rab-stars -

• COMPLETED WORKS

that which is holy - one shot, regulily, rated explicit, lily goes to meet regulus in the middle of the first war just before her marriage, infidelity, running away, mentioned horcrux hunt.

they'll think of me kindly (when they come for my things) - one shot, regulily, rated gen, regulus and lily and the future they'd wanted for themselves the night before lily leaves hogwarts, canon-compliant, secret relationship, break up.

what we do in the shadows - one shot, rated teen, wwdits/documentary death eaters au, regulus, evan, barty, snape and pettigrew living in grimmauld, crack treated seriously.

• WIPS

i'll stop the world (and melt with you) - two chapters, moonwater, rated gen, regulus runs away with sirius but it's remus and the lupin family that he truly feels he belongs with, eventual domestic fluff, idiots in love, light angst.

we ain't angry at you love (you're the greatest thing we've lost - five chapters, rated gen, rated teen, regulus runs away at his initiation and lives on the streets of muggle london, black family centric, heavy angst.

• COMING SOON

the sun will go out - sirius introspection after regulus' death, heavy angst, hurt no comfort.

pjo hoo toa

- AO3 pseud: cabin13 -

• COMPLETED WORKS

unreal unearth series - stand alone works whose themes/titles/ideas were inspired by hozier's unreal unearth album:

1. the first time that you kissed me (i drank dry the river lethe) - three chapters, rated gen, son of neptune au where percy develops feelings for nico in camp jupiter, angst with a happy ending.

2. heaven is not fit to house a love (like you and i) - three chapters, rated gen, post-canon, au where nico left after gaea and ends up at percy's after six years, angst, domestic fluff, happy ending.

3. carving through the dark (hold me like a knife) - three chapters, rated mature, for the 'unreal unearth' series, infidelity/cheating (not on each other), a percy and nico that can't seem to stop chasing after one another, deeply flawed characters all around.

only the sun - two chapters, rated gen, post-canon where nico reveals that he saw them question his loyalty from the jar, emotional hurt/comfort with hopeful ending.

when the sea rises to meet us (nothing left for you and i to do) - two chapters, rated gen, soulmates au where nico shouldn't be percy's soulmate but definitely is, angst, hopeful ending (possible series/more chapters in the future).

what love means series - five one-shots for the 12 days of percico/nicercy christmas. all fluff and very slight angst:

1. to put in the work - gen, aphrodite and percy discuss his blossoming relationship with nico.

2. to have a home - gen, percy and nico talking about their plans for christmas.

3. to be there for someone - gen, their relationship during the years in four phone calls.

4. to make the best of it - gen, a christmas gift mishap.

5. to give yourself to someone - teen, wedding day fluff.

i'd be home with you - one-shot, rated teen, attempt at humor, fluffy proposal fic.

on the mend - seven chapters, rated teen, follows married percico as they go through a rough spot, angst with a happy ending.

all that glitters is gold - two chapters, rated teen, the greatest fairy tale never told AKA shrek au. half-human/half sea monster percy embarks in a quest to rescue a prince from a tower with his satyr companion grover so that the lord of the land will give him his home back free of magical creatures.

growing into us series - all my fics for percy/nico fest week 2024, all about growing and healing and building relationships.

1. the soil and the sea - four chapters, rated gen, nico and percy getting together years after hoo, mutual pining, light angst, unrequited solangelo (from will), moving in together, domestic fluff.

2. gather the pieces - two chapters, raten gen, nico and percy fell in tartarus together au, dealing with the aftermath of akhlys and tartarus as a whole, not actually unrequited crush, healing and getting together.

3. taste divinity on your lips - one-shot, rated mature, nico becomes a god after his death, mourning and grief, worship, getting together, happy ending.

a thousand old graves - one-shot, rated gen, middle earth setting, percy coming to terms with what his boyfriend's immortality means, elf nico/human percy, established relationship, bittersweet ending.

• WIPS

the relinquishment of logic - three chapters, rated explicit, the haunting of hill house au, horror, mystery, major/minor character death, grief, cousin incest, eventual happy ending.

colored in love - three chapters, rated teen, buddy daddies au, assassins/hitmen percico accidentally adopt a child, found family, humor, angst/fluff, happy ending.

devotee - eight chapters, rated explicit, post-canon percy and nico as friends with benefits, pining, slight angst, past emotional cheating (light and not on each other).

inherent vice - four chapters, rated explicit, hunger games au, angst, minor character death, hunger games canon violence, grief, murder, slow burn, enemies to friends to lovers, district one nico and district twelve percy.

to the ends of the earth (would you follow me?) - three chapters, rated gen, percy and nico meet in the lotus casino, mix of show and book, slow burn, eventual romance, friends to lovers, inspired by @g0thnico's post.

what was holding up the ground (it was you all the way down) - one chapter, raten teen, percy struggling with his sexuality after years of being exposed to heteronormativity.

in the dark of sleep - four chapters, rated explicit, russian doll au, time loops, temporary character death, post-canon percy and nico keep dying and reliving percy's 21st birthday.

• COMING SOON

when the earth is trembling on some new beginning - sequel to "when the sea rises to meet us (nothing left for you and i to do)", shouldn't be soulmates but definitely are percico dealing with the fallout of their new relationship.

[fascinati0nstr33t]

Arcane SSB headcanons

(cus i’ve been replaying smash and the lack of arcane content is killing me-)

Jinx

mains the Inkling or Kirby

i always thought of Jinx as a splatoon player, she’d deffo enjoy the game as a whole (she probably also listens to the soundtrack)

uses the purple inkling girl cus there isn’t an inkling girl with blue hair pipipi

spams the splat bombs and the splattershot

also spams the booyah taunt

another character i think she’d main would be kirby

it’s the “cute but will beat your ass” character that she would pick

absorbs her opponents none stop

is far more insufferable with kirby than she is with the inkling

WILL rage quit if she’s defeated by a final smash

go-to stages are moray towers and gamer

Vi

started using little mac but stuck to incineroar after first use

spams the down smash where incineroar jumps in the air then body slams to the ground

says she won’t get competitive but does the complete opposite when she loses once

favourite stage is the boxing ring

gets cocky if she has the final smash

always teams up with jinx or cait if it’s a team battle

has beef with isabelle for a good reason or for no good reason

has definitely told cait that she looks like lucina from fire emblem

Caitlyn

started playing the game because of vi

varies from lucina and samus

will definitely be the cause of jinx’s rage

manages to get the most KO’s in team battle

WILL accuse jinx if she spams a side special too many times

does get competitive after a few matches

despises the wii fit trainer with every fiber of her being

go-to stage is the great plateau tower

plays classic mode every now and then

if she’s an excellent shot with her rifle, then she’s getting critical hits in the game

grabs every assist trophy that drops on the stage

Mel

has played smash rarely, but is always up for a challenge

elegant and cunning? she’s maining Bayonetta, specifically her third edit style

palutena’s temple is her favourite stage

is possibly the only calm one during a match

witch time and bullet climax are the combos she uses the most

“if you need to learn how to talk to a lady ask your mum” taunt is used at least 5 times during a match

“it was a fair game, dear” as she absolutely demolishes her opponent (probably Jayce or another councilor)

high chance that smash got her to play the actual bayonetta games-

Ekko

i headcanon him as the bigger gamer out of everyone

saw a fanart of him as twilight princess link AND IT LOOKED SO GOOD🔥

so, ye, he mains link

pirate ship and umbra clock tower are his go-to (cus, he’s the boy who shattered time-)

got splatrolled by jinx too many times

gets pissed if his final smash doesn’t hit anyone

spams the boomerang and bow

impersonates the “HYAH” depending on the combo

uses any taunt animation after defeating someone

has beef with wario and king k rool

Jayce

COCKIEST MF WHEN IT COMES TO SMASH

mains captain falcon

spams falcon punch to the point it’s annoying

just like vi, he gets competitive when he says he won’t

played world of light but made it halfway through

will team up with mel (because he loves her and he doesn’t want to get beat up by Bayo)

secretly enjoys the squid sisters songs if he’s playing moray towers

hates moving stages

made a bet with vi to see who would win a squad strike…he lost

buys everything in the shop

hates that blue gumball son of a b!tch

unironically quotes “show me ya moves” while viktor is absolutely fed up with his bs

Viktor

MY BOYYYY SJDBKDJSKXNKSHDKDKF

he mains fox, that’s it

has won three tourneys with little to no effort

bridge of eldin, final destination and halberd are his fav stages

hates ness, absolutely despises him, and definitely takes out his stress on him

possibly has said “PK FIRE my ass you little shit” at least once

he’s known to be pretty calm and calculated, but that doesn’t mean he hasn’t gone absolutely livid in a match

if it’s a free for all, he’s targeting jayce, no second thoughts

has teamed up with jinx whenever vi would team up with cait (they would be a solid duo)

spirit board speedrunner

knows how to target the final smash

he’d probably build a miniature of fox’s ship after having mained him for some time

[lustrous-dawn]

@asktheisle [ related to this ]

Lucian did a double take of the sheet, sure of his prediction. As much as he wanted the Dragon type to dominate, he knew Fairy might be the one to come out on top. Without knowing the participants, he went with type advantages instead of gut feeling. 

But for a tournament to happen this soon? Lucian was unfamiliar with the Sinnoh circuit  but recognized it as one of the rougher regions to compete in due to the likes of Cynthia and the history of Sinnoh. Many came to test the strength of the Champion who had connections to Arceus. 

How much of it was true? He wasn't sure but her remaining undefeated was a testament to her skills. He scrolled through the browser on his phone, his eyes, lighting up at a familiar sight. 

“Is that… Nat?” 

Shiho and Umbra, his Flygon and Umbreon, bumped their heads against his and gave excited chirps at the trainer card upon the screen. 

“Easy, easy, now,” Lucian laughed. A glance at his sheet. “Well that answers the dragon type.” He knew without a doubt, Nat came in prepared with a team of dragons. But when it came to the others involved, he recognized none of them. Maybe, one, his eyes narrowed on an orange haired youth part of the trainers participating.

With a grimace, he eyed the sheet. If he knew from the start, Nat was involved he would have placed the trainer to win. His gut feeling told him Nat had what it took to take the crown. 

“He's gotta be nervous…” 

Umbra leaned, her snout pressed to the screen. Her eyes looked up at him expectantly. 

“You want to send a message, don't ya?” She wasted no time, pawing at the screen in the hopes she would hit the number. 

“Hey!” He pulled the phone away. “How about this? We send a voice message, cheering him on.” With Shiho and Umbra voicing their agreement, Lucian pulled up Nat's contact.

“I know it has to be tense getting ready to be on screen.” A severe understatement. His first showing had Lucian freaking out before he managed to appear on television. A soft inhale, a wry grin as he remembered being coaxed down by a friend of his before heading out into the stadium. “Treat this as you would any other battle. You're there for the experience, for your Pokémon and no one else. Who cares if you win or lose, it's all about having fun out there and proving those who think otherwise wrong.”

Shiho gave a small roar of cheers, chuffing smoke proudly. Umbra's ring illuminated brightly as she chirped. “Even my Pokémon are cheering you guys on! Do your best out there and… thanks for before. It meant alot. Wish I could be there but you got this.” 

[gimmigardens]

(Ask-Inky-Umbre) Umbra crouches down to get a better look at the Gimmi's work while his tail wags like crazy, it most certainly is by some sort of magic that ink doesn't fly everywhere "Wowza! I've never seen anything that looks like those! Its like the world's prettiest ties and watches!"

“Would you care to take a closer look at my stock? All items are for sale and all sales are final!” Jade holds up a few pieces of jewelry to the strange umbreon, “you seem more like a bracelet or necklace mon to me, I don’t think the rings suit you as well. But the customer is always right when it comes to taste!”

“I think he would look good with moonstone,” Hail excitedly called from where they were soldering more rings, “it would match his black at white theme!”

(@ask-inky-umbre )

[whumpflash]

Umbra: Wasted Magic

cw: broken bones, bad healing

previous ///// masterlist

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The healer came to his cell after the mockery of a trial, and even through his agony, Cerus could read the distasteful expression on her face. Oh what an insult, to be tasked with healing a fallen ruler. Years ago, before the revolts, it would've been considered an honor.

The woman crouched beside him, poking at a shattered shin with a none-too-gentle hand, and Cerus let out a choked cry of pain, biting down on the gag no one had bothered to remove. Despite the pain caused by the shifting bones in his leg, he did his best to hold still. The guards had returned him to the spread-eagled position on the cell floor after the trial, and the slightest shift caused the shackles to pull at his broken hands; made even worse by the raw, newly tattooed skin; the accursed seals of the priests.

He'd felt the disconnect from his magic when he woke in the cell, muddled underneath the agony radiating from his limbs, but undeniably there. It was like losing a sense; like waking up suddenly unable to smell or taste, and that loss had caused reality to fully sink in. 

He'd lost. His subjects had risen against him, destroyed the armies he'd commanded, and dethroned him. Any hope of reclaiming power had been snuffed with the severing of his magic, and he wouldn't delude himself with the idea that any of his subjects had any loyalty to him. They'd made that clear with the rebellion.

He was nothing now. A king no more, a mage no more. Deemed unworthy to even die.

The faint glow of healing magic began to spread from the healer's fingers and seep into his leg, and he groaned as he felt the shards of bone begin to reform. The feeling it brought was something almost like relief, but even when she removed her hand, the healing complete, a certain wrongness remained.

She repeated the process with his other leg, then each hand, quickly and without care. The worst of the pain dissolved away, but an odd ache was left behind, and when he flexed his fingers, testing them, pain rippled up the joints like a crack of lightning.

Even were the gag not present, Cerus would not have dared to speak of it. It was a miracle they'd sent a healer his way at all, now that the trial was over, but he recalled with a bitter certainty that the traitors who'd appointed themselves as the new Council had sentenced him to service. The healing wasn't given in the name of mercy, but utility. 

The healer stepped back, rapping her knuckles on the heavy door that sealed the cell. A guard answered her summons promptly, and they exchanged words Cerus couldn't quite focus on.

His attention snapped to the armored figure as they stepped inside, taking a key to the chains that held him. Memories hit him like blows, reminding him what had happened the last time his enemies had been kind enough to free him from his shackles.

Strike me down! Will you?

As soon as he was able, Cerus pulled his limbs into his chest, tucking his head into his arms, waiting for the first taunt, the first strike.

Instead, the guard standing over him let out a bawdy laugh.

"Look at him! Sniveling little rat of a man. Ain't even touched him and he's trembling."

The healer seemed less amused, her tone cool and tight. "Do what you need to and chain him back up. I don't want to be in here any longer than I have to."

Cerus wanted to curse them both, but held his tongue, the echoing crunch of his own bones ringing in his ears like a warning. The guard could break him however they wanted and the healer could put him back together like nothing happened.

He tried not to flinch when the guard's boot gave him a nudge. Their short bark of laughter told him he was unsuccessful.

"Alright, shadow rat. On your feet."

They wanted him to stand? Why? Likely only so they could strike him down again and laugh at the pain they caused.

But if he hesitated, they could crush his legs and then make him stand on them anyway. He had no delusions about the depths of the cruelties he could be made to suffer here. These people had no concept of mercy; not for him.

Cerus rolled onto his stomach with a soft hiss, his movement pulling at still-open wounds, jostling still-cracked ribs. He tucked his hands under his chest and gave a tentative push, crumpling back to the ground as pain spiked through the bones of his badly-healed fingers.

"Quit wasting my time. Up." The guard sounded more impatient than amused now. It wouldn't be long before his shouts were punctuated by violence, Cerus knew.

He tried again, getting a knee under him for better support, biting back a yelp as pain crackled through his hands like a spitting fire. Still, he pressed on, encouraged by the fear that whispered what would happen if he didn't.

His legs trembled under his weight, his shins and ankles throbbing like they'd had nails driven into them.

When was the last time he'd stood unassisted? The last time he'd been free of his chains and upright? He did not know, but the weakness in his body insisted it had been ages.

"Take a step forward," the guard said. "Walk to the wall."

Cerus complied. The first step, the first shifting of barely-healed bone, nearly sent him to his knees, but he managed to stay upright, panting heavily as he slowly, slowly crossed the room.

"Bit slow, ain't he? Maybe a little more of your magic," the guard said, their eyes on the sullen healer.

"I won't waste my magic on the likes of him."

The guard made a noise that said they agreed, but continued anyway. "He's s'posed to be able to work. Useless to the whole rebuilding thing if he can't even walk."

The healer let out an irritated sigh. "Very well."

Cerus used the wall to guide himself back to the floor, watching this scornful woman as her eyes followed him hatefully. No matter. He could bear it. He'd borne the hatred of countless others, even before his fall.

"You'll need to chain him," she said.

"Why's that?" the guard murmured, even as they reached for Cerus, seizing him by his hair before he could even try to crawl away. The pain in his skull was immediate, but it was outshone by the sudden chill that washed over him as he caught sight of the woman's face.

Of the small, cold smile she wasn't trying to conceal.

"Before I can try again, you'll need to rebreak his legs."

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@whumpwillow @rabbitdrabbles @kixngiggles @honeycollectswhump @chiswhumpcorner @whatwhumpcomments , @dont-look-me-in-the-eye , @turn-the-tables-on-them , @pigeonwhumps , @itsmyworld23 , @andromeda-liske , @starlit-hopes-and-dreams , @haro-whumps , @kira-the-whump-enthusiast , @whumpedydump ,

[abelflints]

Little ILW MC Angst Piece

Book: It Lives Within

Basis: What brown means to Vax... (ILW MC.) Or, his reaction to the loss of his eye. Warnings: spoilers. angst. injury. Word Count: 620+ A/N: I wrote this forever ago, but I'm digging it up because it became relevant again.

Vax knew brown to be warm. To be human. 

It was the fragmented sheen of the pebbles at the bottom of the lakebed he and Annie had lounged in, sunlight weaving and waving off the smooth rock faces, the rival of any monarchies jewels. 

It was the polished glow of woodwork, hours amassed into a single little figurine, standing proudly on his desk. Hands covered in cuts and splinters, slices and dices, but he doesn’t frown, no– he doesn’t frown– 

Sitting back and thinking– I made that, I made that!, the conjoined laughter of father and son echoing out across the oaken room, buttery hues of the setting sun softly dancing past the silhouette of a son, a hero, and a father. 

Vax knew brown to be homely. To be kind.

It was the tantalizing bronze of food, freshly cooked, the glimmer of the oaken table where family and friends alike would gather, and laugh, and chatter, the umbra hues of the extra servings that he folded into hands that once held onto milk bottles, building blocks, and storybooks, but now holds onto a world, weighted down, heavy and hurting and hoping for something– something less– 

Vax knew brown to be an oath, a truth, and a promise–

It was the glint of his mother’s ring, catching on all the angles of the light, and sending rainbows bounding across the ceiling. A golden-brown and gilded thing, crested by the cream of a quaint little cranium, the skull ring that she had clutched to her fingers, and now, he clutches to his, the scrawling swirl of calligraphy sheening softly with each turn as he spins it around through the air  - memento mori - remember, you will die. 

Vax knew brown to be familiar. To be grounding. 

It was the colour of the sap that raced down the tree he had hidden in, and wailed and bellowed before Annie, a stream of mocking ghostly wails that sent her screaming, not laughing, like he had intended, and then, his run to her, brotherly arms outstretched, it’s just me, it’s just me, I’ll never let anything hurt you, okay? You’re stuck to me, see, like this sap is to this tree, and I won’t let anything happen to you, I won’t let anything happen to you… 

I promise, Annie. I promise. 

Vax knew brown to be many things, but mostly, it was home.

It was his mother’s eyes, his father’s, his sister’s, everyone that ever mattered to him– 

Or it was the speckling of freckles across the nose of the boy he had sneaked out with at camp, tangling his fingers into his hair and realizing, oh, that’s what the feeling of my tingling chest when I saw my friend in his silken suit at prom was, oh, that’s the feeling of my pinkened cheeks as I heard him speak, oh, that’s… this is… this is… 

The truth is, brown was– is– so much more than a colour. 

So maybe that’s why he sobs, and sobs, and sobs, and sobs,  like a man possessed, inconsolable, on his haunches, no consolation left in the soft compress of strong arms and frantic utterances “Vax– Vax– show me, show me, show me, please, show me where it hurts, let me take care of you–”

Brown was good, brown was safe, brown was home, soft… sweet– 

And stolen from him. 

So maybe that’s why he sobs, when the last of it is taken from him. The one thing he took pride in, the homely hue of his kin carried down in one singular eye, and struck out with one single swipe. 

“They got– the wrong eye– they got–”

It should have been the other eye. 

…It should have been the other eye. 

[moonfurthetemmie]

Deimos’ Understudy: Horror Theater Kid AU Master post

Nicknames

Gonzalo and Petruccio

Alinda

Phobos and Deimos

Everyone else

Yighraru

The Rings

Bonus content: Carter

It’s been one hundred twenty-two years since the cursed rings of Yighraru came into Jade and Obsidian’s possession. Despite how long they’ve been working, only in the past few years have they made notable progress. The one who was meant to stop them is dead. Her organization, wiped out. They have a highly effective team behind them, and one of them is as dedicated as they are.

Some months ago, however, they made the (potentially fatal) mistake of pulling one Umbra into their madness. It happened so quickly that Astra’s jealousy almost didn’t cover his concern. In trying to dig up even the pettiest of dirt on Jade and Obsidian to get Umbra away from them, Astra finds a much more serious problem lurking beneath the surface. Something far bigger than any of them.

Everyone who lives with Jade and Obsidian has been touched by it.

Including Umbra.

Now Astra must find a way to stop this madness, despite his desire to just grab Umbra and leave everyone else to their fate. But Jade and Obsidian are trying to pull him in, too, and they’ve had decades to perfect their acting and manipulation skills.

The odds are against him. But if it means getting Umbra back and away from anyone who tries to take him from Astra, then he’ll find a way through.

The clock is counting down. Jade and Obsidian aren't as patient as their master.

Notes:

Astra (Jet) and Umbra (Dark) are from another Horror version of DINTIS that, at the time of this post being written, hasn’t been released. There’s some little comments and fun facts shared about them (mostly Astra) in the AU tag for Deimos’ Understudy, though, and eventually I do plan on talking about the AU (and the corresponding JMV AU) that Astra and Umbra come from >:]

Carter’s cool you should go look at him :3 (please 👉👈 look at my most fucked up beloved yet) (except for ebony in certain fics/aus/etc. pats his head. this baby can fit so much trauma and mental & emotional instability in him)

The lore is all over the place. Please feel free to dive through the tags and consume everything.

[spacetimewithstuartgary]

NASA develops process to create very accurate eclipse maps

New NASA research reveals a process to generate extremely accurate eclipse maps, which plot the predicted path of the Moon’s shadow as it crosses the face of Earth. Traditionally, eclipse calculations assume that all observers are at sea level on Earth and that the Moon is a smooth sphere that is perfectly symmetrical around its center of mass. As such, these calculations do not take into account different elevations on Earth or the Moon’s cratered, uneven surface.

For slightly more accurate maps, people can employ elevation tables and plots of the lunar limb — the edge of the visible surface of the Moon as seen from Earth. However, now eclipse calculations have gained even greater accuracy by incorporating lunar topography data from NASA’s LRO (Lunar Reconnaissance Orbiter) observations.

Using LRO elevation maps, NASA visualizer Ernie Wright at NASA’s Goddard Space Flight Center in Greenbelt, Maryland, created a continuously varying lunar limb profile as the Moon’s shadow passes over the Earth. The mountains and valleys along the edge of the Moon’s disk affect the timing and duration of totality by several seconds. Wright also used several NASA data sets to provide an elevation map of Earth so that eclipse observer locations were depicted at their true altitude.

The resulting visualizations show something never seen before: the true, time-varying shape of the Moon’s shadow, with the effects of both an accurate lunar limb and the Earth’s terrain.

“Beginning with the 2017 total solar eclipse, we’ve been publishing maps and movies of eclipses that show the true shape of the Moon’s central shadow — the umbra,” said Wright.

“And people ask, why does it look like a potato instead of a smooth oval? The short answer is that the Moon isn’t a perfectly smooth sphere.”

The mountains and valleys around the edge of the Moon change the shape of the shadow. The valleys are also responsible for Baily’s beads and the diamond ring, the last bits of the Sun visible just before and the first just after totality.

Wright is lead author of a paper published Sept. 19 in The Astronomical Journal that reveals for the first time exactly how the Moon’s terrain creates the umbra shape. The valleys on the edge of the Moon act like pinholes projecting images of the Sun onto the Earth’s surface.

The umbra is the small hole in the middle of these projected Sun images, the place where none of the Sun images reach.

The edges of the umbra are made up of small arcs from the edges of the projected Sun images.

This is just one of several surprising results that have emerged from the new eclipse mapping method described in the paper. Unlike the traditional method invented 200 years ago, the new way renders eclipse maps one pixel at a time, the same way 3D animation software creates images. It’s also similar to the way other complex phenomena, like weather, are modeled in the computer by breaking the problem into millions of tiny pieces, something computers are really good at, and something that was inconceivable 200 years ago.

TOP IMAGE: A map showing the umbra (the Moon’s central shadow) as it passes over Cleveland at 3:15 p.m. local time during the April 8, 2024, total solar eclipse. Credit NASA SVS/Ernie Wright and Michaela Garrison

LOWER IMAGE: Viewed from behind the Moon, the Sun images projected by lunar valleys on the Moon’s edge fall on the Earth’s surface in a flower-like pattern with a hole in the middle, forming the umbra shape. Credit NASA SVS/Ernie Wright

[ravenwitch45]

Imagine that Bayonetta decides to visit The Richest Cup one day. How do you think that would go down?

(And if you're feeling particularly creative, you could even have her bring Jeanne along too! 😈)

Oh my. These two make a scene wherever they go, so in a cafe mainly patroned by some of the most conservative demons in Hell, oh this will be fun I'm sure

Bayonetta and Jeanne visiting The Richest Cup.

We all know these two have expensive tastes. Apparently Nunning and Teaching pay quite well so they can more the afford it, walking in dressed in their finest clothes, and dropping a fine wad of cash on the receptions Imp's desk, Jeanne just replying "Keep the change" and there immediately led to an open table, sitting down and beginning to gossip as they do.

Now getting into a bit of headcanon, but I highly doubt with how most Goetia's are, that tips are commonplace in a establishment where the lower class serving you is treated like a selling point. So two human looking women making their entrance by dropping a huge wad of cash certainly makes them stand out the second they show up.

There more then used to being gossiped about behind there backs. Heiress dating an Outcast and all, so they just ignore the whispers as they talk and order their drinks and meals, holding hands paying noone any mind, except the very nice staff, which are very bewildred when the witches actually try to start a conversation with them, politely asking what's good around here, what food they suggest and all.

Overall they are truly probably some of the nicest patrons that's ever been there, treating the servers with respect and Jeanne going "Complements to the chef. They do good work, and of course generous tips cause that's just how they are in my eyes.

If anyone felt disturbed enough by the presence of just two women minding their buisness to walk up to them and complain, then oh I cannot see anything but Bayonetta sipping her drink before getting up making sure her heel stomps on the floor, and that foolish goetia gets a full Elektra Abundance style roast. Jeanne just smirking and chuckling the entire time.

"We are simply enjoying ourselves, and if you take offense in that, well you have less sense then Enzo, and class even lower. If you cannot handle seeing two ladies relaxed, then I suggest you head back to your pampered palace cause in my eyes your hardly ready for anything else"The witch spits with more Venom then any infernal, Making the goetia walk off, stunned into silence, not even scoffing. The two witchs just chuckling to themselves. "You always knew how to tell it Cereza."

They both enjoy the trip, always liking putting privelaged people and there place, and treating others with respect they deserve whether or not they often get it. A nice memory they'll remember fondly.

Okay that was fun! Haven't written Jeanne much so it was fun bringing her into this, Umbran Witches just keep making scene huh? XP

[quarantineddreamer]

🌧️ and 🌈 for the wip game!

Sissi!! What a pairing this will be fun (thanks for the ask, friend <3)

🌧️ Share something angsty from your WIP.

It has to be Umbra Pt2 :') (still in-progress here a year later I swear, I swear--it haunts me all the time)

“Fuck,” Jyn breathed shakily, pressing a hand to her chest as though to shift something back into place–or else maybe to ward off the deep, lingering weight of a sadness not entirely her own.  Hands shaking, she slowly reached across her lap and into the parka’s left pocket, digging until she found the small, clear bag that contained her medicine. “Treatment for amnesia is extremely difficult,” the medic had said. “The efficacy of the medicine varies…” With every heartbeat, she could feel Jyn Andor-Erso inside her: too weak to live, too strong to die. Was this what it was to be possessed? Or was she the possessor? Stealing life from another and fighting to mold it into her own familiar shape. She had battled for her survival countless times before, but never like this–never so intimately, with every strike against her enemy seeming to chip away a part of her as well. Saw Gerrera would tell her it didn’t matter. That life was all too often a game of kill or be killed, that if she wanted to keep playing, there was only one choice to make: the one that gave her the best shot at seeing another day. Jyn stared at the medicine a while longer, then dumped the second-to-last dose into her palm, stalked towards the fresher sink, and threw the medicine into her mouth, chasing it with a handful of water from the tap before she could give it another thought. Just as prescribed. As she was meant to.  She had hoped taking action would fill her with certainty, steady the world and steel her resolve. Instead, the pill began to dissolve uneasily in her stomach. She could not seem to stop her thoughts from wandering to the memory of Cassian comforting the woman he loved; how just his touch had been enough to banish her ill ease. ‘You’re okay. It’s okay…’ Jyn could not remember the last time someone had said those words to her and truly believed them. She slowly looked up, her reflection flinching back at her from within the silvery world of the mirror. She appeared even sicker than she felt, a haunting pallor to her skin, deep rings like bruises beneath her eyes. (Other lines too, lines that measured years of experiences as opposed to a single, restless night, but she quickly tore her gaze away before she could examine them too closely–she’d had enough out-of-body experiences for one morning.) “You’re okay,” she told herself quietly, dragging a hand across her face–though the gesture was far from enough to wipe the exhaustion from it. It’s okay…

🌈 Share something soft/fluffy from your WIP.

I feel like I don't write much fluff, but Roadtrip AU has romcom vibes sooo this counts...I think? (I say it does haha)

With stiff, creaking limbs Jyn clambered gracelessly out of the car. Cool air greeted her in an instant, flecking her skin with moisture, refreshing compared to the stale atmosphere in the car, but clogged with the chemical smell of petrol–wet grass and dirt a barely perceptible whisper by comparison. The road closure had stirred the small town around them into chaos. Cars backed up along the entirety of the main street, more action than it had likely seen in years. Many of the storefronts were shuttered–lights off and signs flipped to closed, too early still for the owners to have risen from their beds. (Especially if the storm had caused any power loss to mess with alarm clocks.)  Across the way, Jyn spotted a park, the large, sprawling field no doubt sodden, puddles waiting to be splashed in by dogs or small children. A swing set made a lonely silhouette in the dawn, tangled from strong winds. It reminded her of the kind of place her mother had always talked about wanting to escape to one day. Charming, with green, open spaces to roam. Enough room for a home with a yard, somewhere with a proper garden where she could spend her days with her hands caked in rich soil and the scent of herbs and flowers all over while Jyn ran circles around trees and leapt the distance between rocks, Galen watching on fondly from the window of his study. “I can fill up if you want to duck inside. See if they have coffee, snacks.”  Jyn startled at the sound of his voice, closer than she expected. She hadn’t noticed Cassian moving to stand next to her at the front of the car.  She glanced towards the stations’ market, illuminated by halogen lights and neon beer logos, promising a sticky bathroom floor and likely a worse cup of coffee than even the airport had had to offer. “Um…” Turning back to Cassian, the sentence that had been forming on her tongue fled the scene.  She’d caught him midstretch, arms pulled over his head as though he were about to dive into a pool, shirt rising to display the smallest of flashes of a well-toned stomach. (She really couldn’t fathom why the sight had the impact on her that it did–tongue tied and stammering like a fool while her stomach did acrobatics–but she found it extremely frustrating.)

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@diademreigned sent AFRAID for a scene from my muse's past in which they were scared / under threat Glimpses of the Past Prompts

Trigger Warnings: injury, starvation, blood, torture mention, experimentation, abuse, death

As soon as the young keybearer stepped on Gyr Abanian soil, it took little time for the Garleans to find her. While they had their numbers, Selena managed to take down a good number of them with her keyblade and magic, with some assistance from Fang and Umbra. But eventually, they do overwhelm them. Both wolves are forced to be dismissed and leave her behind.

They smashed her face against the earth and confiscated her bag. The Garleans would have killed her then and there, but the keyblade's power caught their attention.

They failed to claim her keyblade. Immediately after their curious captain picked it up, the weapon disappeared in a burst of silver flame. Selena refused to talk about the keyblade no matter how black and blue they had beaten her.

To find out the secrets of the keyblade's power, the Garleans snapped on irons to both arms behind her back and dragged her toward the border toward a castrum cradled in the mountains. On the third day of their trek, the Garleans snapped more irons to her ankles after a poorly planned escape attempt. They refused her food for that day and broke her ribs for it.

Once they reached the castrum, she was tossed into a lonely cell in full view of numerous other Ala Mhigan conscripts across the cell. Her irons were never removed; forcing her to eat her meals like a savage dog and earning the mockery of the guards who passed by.

The girl had no method of escape, these shackles somehow prevented her from utilizing her magic. She could not summon a Corridor to Darkness even when she wanted to. She tried. She tried but only ended up hurting herself with excruciating migraines and a constant nosebleed.

The soldiers believed that they could break her and get her to talk about the keyblade in a week. Who did she commission it from? Was it someone from the Resistance? Which sort of metal and alloys was it melded and created from? How did she call it to herself and make it disappear? Questions Selena did not know the answers to these and wouldn't give. She spat on them more than once.

It has been a moon and she has kept her silence. Over the days, Selena would watch each of them disappear, never to return. Giving up on the keyblade's secrets, it was finally decided it was her turn to disappear. If they couldn't have it, no one would.

Selena tried to keep a brave face as the soldiers dragged her toward their laboratory, some of their tables glittering with mountainous mounds of aether crystals. But her face broke when she finally saw what became of the prisoners who disappeared from the cell across her.

Opposing the mounds of aether crystals, there is a pile of rotting corpses with nary a wound on their flesh waiting to be wheelbarrowed and cremated. The researchers there wore what appeared to be masks, vastly different from the helms the soldiers wore, for which use she could not discern. There is a corpse in an otherwise empty, insulated glass chamber.

What in the world is happening here? Her ears are ringing and her pale eyes widen from the shock. Her body shaking and breathing becoming shallow and ragged from the fear, she fails to hear what the soldiers say to the researchers.

Meanwhile, Selena watches another researcher push another prisoner into the chamber and shutting the door. She sees the prisoner begin to panic, looking around wildly and smashing their fist against the chamber wall, begging to be freed. Her heart stops as they suddenly fall, eyes rolling back into their heads, like a puppet freed from their strings.

She hears the song. The wordless lullaby, one that once comforted and cradled, Selena once heard so long ago as a child. She finds herself humming it to calm herself but is struck down by one of the soldiers beside her who barks at her to keep silent. The girl loses her balance and hits her head on the corner of the table.

As she sat upright on her knees, the air grew colder and tense as the crystals began to glow blindly. Machines beep sharply and the sound screeches inside her head. Blood and tears dripped to the ground. Her silver eyes shone bright. Her shackles froze and broke apart. Then came the whispered prayer in which all hell broke loose.

"Deliora please help us..."

Her vision is whited out. Silver flames, burning cold, consumed the girl and everyone and everything in that laboratory. The mournful song fills the air of the castrum, putting all who hear it to sleep.

Selena Wolfsong had been embraced by the goddess of their dead Star and became a primal born of horror.

[super-ion]

For Ion & Emily prompts. The moment Jen finally reveals her identity to Emily.

Okay, come on Jen, you got this.

Okay. Okay... Ooooookaaaaaay.

Jen. Jennifer. Jenny (oh god, I hope nobody ever calls me that)

It is Sunday night. It is date night. It is Jen and Emily's date night.

I am a complete nervous wreck. I gotta tell her. I mean, yes, she already knows. But I never actually told her told her, you know? Sure, we talked around it, but I never got to do my grand reveal.

Have I mentioned that being a super villain is about being dramatic.

The doorbell rings and I bound for the door for the second time this weekend. Embarrassingly, I forget to skid to a halt and thump awkwardly into the door. Why the rush? Well, as you may recall, the last time I did this, Emily never showed up.

I fling open the door and heave a sigh of relief. It's Emily. It's not Umbra, thank god... Also, what the fuck? Umbra is Emily's brother?? Note to self - have conversation about... uh...

My brain screeches to a halt as I take Emily in. She's gorgeous. She took time to do her hair and makeup after work and it's impeccable and effortlessly Emily. She's got a vest and button down shirt, open enough to be just barely modest and inflict a bout of gay panic in my heart. She's got a bouquet of sunflowers... How does she know I like sunflowers??

"Emily... uh... hi!"

"Hi Jen," she says with a smile that makes my brain short circuit.

My mind is totally blank except for her. I stand there awkwardly for a few moments, just staring.

"Can I... come in?" she prompts. Her tone is warm and teasing.

"Uh yeah, I... Sure. Yes," I reply, opening the door wide.

She steps inside, into the scent of dinner that's almost done. She closes her eyes in apparent extasy.

"Oh my god, Jen. That smells so good," she says.

I close the door behind her, running over the words I've rehearsed in my mind all day... actually all weekend... actually since the first time I accidently kidnapped her. It's gotta be the right moment, right? But when?

"Are you okay?" she asks. She's looking at me, her brow slightly creased in concern.

I open my mouth and say the first thing that comes to my mind.

"EmilyIneedtotellyousomethingI'mactuallythesupervillainIon"

I clap a hand to my mouth and feel my face heat.

Smooth move, Jen. Gold star.

Her eyes widen in surprise.

"Oh, we're doing that... um... okay," she says.

"I... I mean..." I stammer. "Can I start over?"

She presses her lips together in effort not to laugh. God, she finds my awkwardness endearing. What is even going on?

"Yeah," she replies. "Go ahead."

I take a breath.

"Emily," I say. "There's something you should know about me..."

[forthedancingandthethriving]

I'm drained from writing the Confrontation, so take this summary for what happens immediately following it until I get my energy back.

So, everyone gets back to the castle, and of course, emotions are running on high. The CAL groups introduce themselves and get down to explaining what we already know. Of course, those who have met Leto are able to clock that this 'Coral' is probably Leto, and that spells nothing good for Root.

But the thing is.. no one can find Root. After her little scuffle with LC, Lumi led them back to the door and tried to go through it, only for it to not work. The Purple One trying to open a portal back also doesn't work. While at the time they don't realize how or why, it's because Leto got Bio-Lumi (what I'll refer to the Lumi under Leto's control as) to give her permission to lock anyone out of CAL: ALiTS unless Leto herself allows them in.

So, that's fun, and of course, they have to get the Admins involved because the last time Leto sunk her fangs into someone, it didn't end well. Especially for the universe involved.

Meanwhile, Umbra is out on a little scouting mission. There's been some signs of an illegal server (basically a server not being properly registered or made known of, along with the Admin(s) and Moderators), and he's been asked just to scope it out and see if there's anything else going on.

Disguising himself, he heads on in to Wave-Mania and, with his surface-level knowledge, takes note of the things he notices are wrong. The server isn't registered, and neither is the Admin or Moderator. There's only one Moderator.. it's a goddamn fighting ring..

Just when he's wrapping up to head back, he hears something about their 'Silver Champion'. Just a little intrigued, he stays to watch, and nearly fucking breaks something when he sees Root. Especially since she's wearing a sea-themed outfit.

Now knowing that something is definitely wrong, Umbra leaves after seeing some of Root's fights. And with how she's fighting, it's leading him to think there's something more behind that Admin who's running the show.