#altair daybreak

[grox-empire]

AAAALTAAAAIR! And that's the final daybreaker trio ref done, Just in time for artfight!

[vapolemon]

SPONTANEOUS EPSTAIR!!!

Woohoo!! I'm getting back into drawing mood again!! I'm becoming an art machine.. So I decided to spontaneously draw @grox-empire's characters Altair and Epsilon from their upcoming webcomic Daybreak :D These designs rock ohmygod

[thatconfusedanon]

The Current World

*After Altair had almost successfully cleared himself of the glitter he had experienced relief beyond comprehension. Sure, hair still had compartments of glitter left undiscoverable but this was fine for the most part he was glitter-free. He hid beneath blankets to prevent any more glitter from touching him as he closed his eyes and slept soundly.*

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Back At Home

*Somewhere between daybreak and midnight the back door to Altair's house opened ever so slightly, violet eyes peered inside and looked around the laundry room it was connected to. They narrowed as an unforgiving voice hummed in disapproval. So this is where he had been hiding. Slender fingers stained with color crept around the door frame as a head peered in. Hair like a red cloud of stardust floated around as they looked around and into the home. Hearing nobody was there they let themselves in, closing the door behind them. The meter beside it dropped to "home" again and she roamed the home, a long flowing gown trailed behind her colored navy blue.*

*Soon she stood in Altair's bedroom, staring at the assortment of band posters, self made paintings, and wall decals. As she looked around she took in the mess and the state of disarray things were left in... The clock in the hallway chimed, marking the hour and she startled before heading back to the back door hurriedly, inching the meter back to a label that has been scratched out of the metal and opened the door, stepping back into the unfamiliar landscape beyond it, closing the door silently...*

[mangolon]

List of All Kamen Riders’ Final Forms

Will not count extra final forms. If a final form only appeared in a movie or special, it will be counted. Under the cut

1975

Stronger → Stronger Charge Up

2000

Kuuga → Ultimate Kuuga

2001

Agito →  Shining Agito

G3 → G3-X

Gills → Exceed Gills

2002

Ryuki → Ryuki Survive

Knight → Knight Survive

Ouja → Ouja Survive

2003

Faiz → Faiz Blaster

Kaixa → Next Kaixa

2004

Blade →  Blade King

Garren → Garren Jack

Chalice → Wild Chalice

2005

Hibiki → Armed Hibiki

2006

Kabuto → Hyper Kabuto

Gatack → Hyper Gatack

2007

Den-O Sword Form → Den-O Liner Form

Zeronos Altair Form → Zeronos Zero Form

2008

Kiva → Emperor Kiva

IXA → IXA Rising

2009

Decade → Decade Complete

DiEnd → DiEnd Complete

W CycloneJoker → W CycloneJokerXtreme

Accel → Accel Trial

2010

OOO TaToBa → OOO PuToTyra (or TaJaDor depending on who you ask)

Birth → Birth DAY

2011

Fourze → Fourze Cosmicstates

Meteor → Meteor Storm

2012

Wizard Flame Style → Wizard Infinity Style

Beast → Beast Hyper

2013

Gaim Orange Arms → Gaim Kiwami Arms

Baron Banana Arms → Baron Lemon Energy Arms

Ryugen Budou Arms → Ryugen Yomotsuheguri Arms

Zangetsu Melon Arms → Zangetsu Kachidoki Arms

Gridon Donguri Arms → Gridon Lychee Arms

Knuckle Kurumi Arms → Knuckle Jimber Marron Arms

2014

Drive Type Speed → Drive Type Tridoron

Mach → Chaser Mach

2015

Ghost Ore Damashii → Ghost Mugen Damashii

Specter → Deep Specter

Necrom → Necrom Yuujou Burst

2016

Ex-Aid Mighty Action X → Hyper Muteki Ex-Aid

Brave Taddle Quest → Brave Taddle Legacy

Snipe Bang Bang Shooting → Snipe Bang Bang Simulations

Lazer Bakusou Bike → Lazer Turbo

Genm Mighty Action X → Genm Zombie Action

Para-DX Perfect Puzzle/Knock Out Fighter → Para-DX Perfect Knock Out

Cronus Kamen Rider Chronicle → Gamedeus Cronus

2017

Build Rabbit Tank → Build Genius

Cross-Z Dragon → Cross-Z Magma

Grease → Grease Blizzard

Rogue → Prime Rogue

Evol Cobra → Evol Black Hole

2018

Zi-O → Grand Zi-O

Geiz → Geiz Revive (Gouretsu and Shippu)

Woz → Woz GingaFinally

2019

Zero One Rising Hopper → Zero Two

Vulcan Shooting Wolf → Rampage Vulcan

Valkyrie Rushing Cheetah → Valkyrie Justice Serval

Jin Flying Falcon → Jin Burning Falcon

Horobi Sting Scorpion → Horobi Ark Scorpion

Ark-Zero → Ark-One

2020

Saber Brave Dragon → Xross Saber

Blades Lion Senki → Blades Tategami Hyoujuu Senki

Espada Lamp do Alangina → Espada Arabiana Night

Calibur Jakku Dragon → Calibur Jaou Dragon

Saikou Kin no Buki Gin no Buki → Saikou X-Swordman

2021

Revi Rex Genome → Ultimate Revi

Vice Rex Genome → Ultimate Vice

Live Bat Genome → Evilyty Live

Evil Bat Genome → Evilyty Live

Jeanne Cobra Genome → Invincible Jeanne

Demons Spider Genome → Imperial Demons

Vail Kabuto Genome → Crimson Vail

Over Demons Kuwagata Genome → Get Over Demons

2022

Geats MagnumBoost → Geats IX

Tycoon Ninja → Tycoon Bujin Sword

Naago Beat → Naago Fantasy

Buffa Zombie → Jyamashin Buffa FeverZombie

Punkjack Monster → Punkjack FeverMonster

2023

Gotchard SteamHopper → Rainbow Gotchard

Majade SunUnicorn → Twilight Majade

Valvarad → Valvarad Kurogane

Legend → Legendary Legend

Dread Type Zero → Dread Type Three

Gotchard Daybreak Daybreak SteamHopper → Gotchard Shining Daybreak

[ackerfics]

the parent trap — levi ackerman (iv)

— levi ackerman x female reader (modern au | the parent trap au)

— warnings: angst??? and feels, i think

— summary: after assuming that everything was starting to shift further away from the plan, the people in the ackerman estate found out the identity of the boy mirroring the twin they know so well.

— word count: 8.6k (i know, i had to do it bc it's been so long)

— author's notes: finally, after weeks of not touching this series, i finally updated it. this part is centered around the reveal in levi's side of things. to those who watched the movie, you know things will go down from here. happy reading everyone !!

part one | part two | part three | masterlist

The news that was dropped on Altair last night stole away every ounce of sleep from him.

At first, he felt like everything collapsed on his shoulders. His mum is getting married? In what universe? There wasn’t even a decent man in a five-meter radius around his mother, well, except for her employees at the bridal shop. Nonetheless, all of the men trying to court her were turned down in an instant but why was she getting married to an idiot when he was away from home? The number of times he ran his hand through his hair and wishing everything was perfect can’t be counted on his fingers. First, it was that Cindy woman and now, an unknown man wooing you with serenades and God knows what in London has added himself in the list of pesky outliers. There shouldn’t be outliers in the first place. Throughout the night, Altair made his mind busy by making adjustments in their plan, eyes fixed on the ceiling in concentration.

The next thing he knew, daybreak dripped on his eyelids, peeking through the spaces between his curtains. Altair sat up on his bed and rubbed his eyes free of sleep crust before turning to his alarm clock on the nightstand. A red 9:34 glared at him, telling him he overslept. The boy huffed and plopped himself back on the plush mattress, his pillows swallowing him whole as he tried to give himself more hours of sleep. His five-minute doze was interrupted with a knock on his door. It took everything in him not to shout ‘five more minutes' so he decided to might as well wake himself up by walking to the door and answering the person on the other side.

Petra’s face beamed at him and Altair had to narrow his eyes because Petra’s smile was too bright for his own good. It was like looking too long at the sunrise.

“Good morning, Al!” the redhead greeted him.

“Morning, Petra,” Altair replied, rubbing his eyes again. “I’m sorry I overslept.”

Petra waved him off. “It’s fine. I expected it yesterday since you just came home from camp. You must be so tired. Why don’t you go take a bath and change and come downstairs for some breakfast? I’m sure this will wake you up — I cooked your favorites.” The boy nodded at her suggestion. She tried teasing him by calling his name again, Altair turning around to acknowledge his nanny with a raised eyebrow. “You know, I’d probably oversleep, too, if I were up in the middle of the night making mysterious phone calls from my bathroom. It’s pretty quiet in here at midnight so I think that pretty much exposed you.”

Altair froze at Petra’s inquiring tone, blinking his speechlessness. In an instant, he doesn’t feel sleepy anymore. He scratched his undercut. “Uhm, it was a friend from camp. He just wanted to talk to me, that’s all.”

The redhead hummed as she crossed her arms. “Ooh-kay. Well, your breakfast will be waiting on the kitchen counter!” She shouted while making her way downstairs.

“Okay!” Altair yelled back.

He opened his closet and took out a blue flannel, a white undershirt, and a pair of jeans. Without wasting any more time, Altair got himself ready by taking a bath just as Petra suggested and made himself presentable once he reached the kitchen. His hair was still wet, a towel wrapped around his shoulders when he inhaled the savory smell of breakfast on the first floor. As Altair sat on the high counter stool, Petra turned around from cutting up fruits and placed too many plates in front of the boy with a smile. He couldn’t control the twitch in his eyebrows as he stared at his breakfast. Is his twin really eating this much food every morning? He realized he might be coming off as rude since he was only staring at the number of bacon slices on his plate so Altair took a bite of bacon and let the sound of knives against the cutting board flit through his ears.

“Petra?”

“Hmm?”

“Can I have a cup of rose tea?”

Petra stopped cutting the mangos and stared at Altair, who was immersed in doing small bites of his breakfast. The redhead stared for a moment and assessed the way Altair picked up his fork and knife — it was the same way a certain someone did back in college when Levi’s friend group and lover ate meals together. Now that Petra remembered it; when you gave birth to the twins, she mentioned how one of them inherited the shape of your eyes. It could be a trick of the light but Altair’s eyes were softer in the edges instead of the sharpness Levi adorned, the boy’s eyelashes slightly fuller than usual.

“Petra?”

The said woman jumped at the mention of her name, with Altair’s face scrunched up in worry at her lack of response. She cleared her throat while transferring the mangos in a small bowl, sliding it towards Altair. “Yeah?”

The silver-eyed boy rose an eyebrow. “Are you alright? You look like you were in a trance there.”

“I’m fine.” Petra washed her hands before wiping them dry with a clean towel. Her gaze went from the boy’s expectant stare to his unfinished breakfast. This was weird. Altair usually never leaves any leftovers on his plate, it was what Levi taught him since he could eat on his own. Pushing this matter at the back of her mind, she smiled. “You’re not going to finish that, Al?”

Altair looked down on his half-eaten scrambled eggs, bacon slices, and still full pasta salad. He only had a couple of bites from the last dish and wished he could eat more but the two slices of bacon and scrambled eggs made him full in an instant. His stomach couldn’t handle too much in an early hour. He needed the tea to wash all this down. “No, I’m not, I think I’m full,” he answered, patting his stomach with a grin. He hoped Petra wouldn’t notice that his appetite wasn’t like his twin. That idiot (his twin, never Petra) appeared small like him but the buffoon has a vacuum inside his torso, always hungry at the wee hours of the day. If this was roast beef, this was a different story. “Must be because I’m tired from the trip. I don’t feel like eating and moving around too much.”

Petra nodded in understanding, preparing the rose tea the boy requested. She was waiting for the water to boil as she glanced at Levi’s pride and joy. “So why rose tea?”

“Pardon?”

Pardon? With a suppressed chuckle, Petra turned around with an incredulous expression on her face. “Camp made you prim and proper, huh? So why rose tea, champ?”

“Because I thought it would be nice to try the flower teas instead of the fruit-flavored ones this time. I know Dad has been experimenting with flowers for the next blends.”

Petra hummed, letting the tea steep for a few minutes. The scent of roses immediately wafted across the kitchen, making the two sigh in contentment. Petra wasn’t one for tea but smelling the pink drink made her want to try one. She presented the cup of rose tea to the black-haired boy, who was leaning forward to finally have his drink, his silver eyes sparkling at the small petals floating on top of his tea. Petra knew she was watching Altair closely but all her doubts flew out the window when she witnessed the boy hold the teacup the same way Levi does. Maybe she was looking into this too much. She shook her head and took away the leftovers, placing them in containers.

She missed the way Altair blew out a sigh of relief, a small half-smile tugging on the corner of his lips.

Altair stood up from his seat, patting his lap from imaginary dust and placing the towel from his shoulders to the back of the counter stool. He took a long sip of his tea before grinning widely at his nanny. “Thank you so much for breakfast, Petra!”

“No problem, kiddo. Oh, and your Dad wants to talk to you about something. He’s in his office.”

“Okay!”

The black-haired boy walked past the archway leading to the living room, where the glass double doors to the patio were located. Snuggling on the floor and chewing on his toy was Levi’s golden retriever, Captain. Altair flinched when he saw the dog shift their head in his direction. A series of barks came out of the pet, making the boy hurry for the handles of the double doors. His heart was pounding when he couldn’t get the doors to open, pulling on them as Captain was now standing up to give him another round of barks. It caught the attention of Petra and the woman instantly shot to the living room but not before shouting something that made Altair’s ears turn red of embarrassment.

“Push, Al.” Petra was now wrapping her arms around the dog, eyebrows furrowed with confusion.

Altair stopped for a moment, twisting the handles of the double doors and pushing them just as Petra said. He turned around with a sheepish smile, chuckling nervously because this mistake might have lost him the plan. “Must have slipped my mind.” He had never gotten out of a house that quickly in his entire life.

Only when he stepped foot on the patio that he could breathe normally. Altair kicked a pebble on the pathway, hands snug inside his pockets, as he thought about what his father will tell him. He followed the pathway until he was met with a slope, a building looking the main estate was sitting on top of the small hill overlooking the plantation. With a bundle of nerves swirling in his stomach, Altair took a deep breath and trekked the hill. The higher he got, hectares of a variety of tea trees greeted his vision, mimicking the sea with its vastness. It was the first time he saw something so wide and before he knew it, questions started entering his mind.

If the Ackerman family held so much money, why did his grandparents make his mum go back to London? Why did they take away the only person who made her feel loved in every sort of way possible? She could’ve been happy here. Everything is so soothing and secure.

The sound of people talking snapped him back to reality. Altair shook his head and continued his small walk towards the building. It looked like there was more activity in here than he imagined. People were sorting out the tea leaves they harvested and others were manning a machine meant for grounding the leaves. It was so busy that he didn’t realize he stopped in front of the huge window showing all of the employees trying to keep Levi’s business booming.

A person rounding the building noticed his gawking and smiled a little. They clutched the flowers they picked for the new blends Levi was experimenting on and went to the black-haired boy. “Al, welcome home. I’m sorry I couldn’t be here yesterday to welcome you back.”

The silver-eyed boy turned around to the young woman sharing his features — the same jet-black hair, pale complexion, and shade of silver for the eyes (though hers were more on the bluish side of the spectrum). He tried recalling the family members his brother told him to remember. There was a woman with the same appearance in one of the pictures. She was hugging the Altair she knows, their smiles shining through the piece of shiny paper. She was the older cousin his twin was telling so many stories about since she was the only one closer to his age around the household. The Altair standing in front of her right now smiled, muttering her name, “Mikasa.”

Mikasa returned the smile with her own, sitting on her heels to meet the boy’s eyes. “How was camp?”

“My opponent in a fencing competition pushed me in the washing area of our pavilion.”

Mikasa winced, ruffling the boy’s hair gently. “Why did they do that?”

Altair shrugged, feeling proud of himself for doing that to his twin despite being guilty to this day. “Guess he was better than me at fencing. He has a teacher specifically for that sport back in their hometown.”

“Oh, wow. If you want someone to practice fencing with, I’ll gladly help you.” The young woman tilted her head with a smile. “That is if you want to go back to that camp next summer. I’ll even learn the rules for you.”

The older of the two had so many records in her portfolio. Altair recalled that his brother was gushing about how Mikasa was a part of the track and field team the entirety of her stay in college. She was also a part of a volleyball club when she was in high school. This young woman has everything in her belt and it would be so good if Altair practiced fencing with her. However, he also realized that Mikasa probably had her hands full with academic and familial responsibilities. “But you have your final year in college, though, and you’re so busy in the plantation.”

Mikasa once again tousled Altair’s hair, chuckling under her breath. “Anything for my baby cousin so don’t worry about it.” She looked down at the pile of flowers in her arms. She handed a single red lily flower to Altair. “Here, to brighten up your day.” Mikasa stood up and waved at Altair. “I’m testing these flowers out with some berries, kiddo. I’ll be in the kitchen by the sorting room with Annie. If we can get the right combination, we’ll let you try some. Your dad is in his office waiting for you.” With that, Mikasa turned around but not before ruffling Altair’s hair again.

Altair nodded at nobody in particular and entered the building with a slight skip in his steps. The office was situated on the second floor of the manor-like establishment. The color palette of red and olive green was still observed in the interior but the large, open balcony let in enough light to illuminate the second floor. There was a railing surrounding the middle space of the entire floor, perfect for looking down and observing the bustling life inside the house. Altair’s destination, however, was the door to the left side of the second floor down a painting-covered hallway. He tentatively knocked on the door with his father’s name pinned on it. Altair faintly heard someone call inside the room and opened the door to peek his head in.

Levi was behind his desk, phone close to his ear. “Yes, Erwin. I thought you will be visiting because of Altair today. I see. No problem. You can visit the plantation anytime.” He glanced at the opened door, seeing Altair meekly staring at him. He smiled a little before telling Erwin, “Al’s here. Yeah. The stocks are fine and the new blends are coming out great. Sure, I’ll send you some. Bye.” The silver-eyed man sighed as he placed his phone on the desk. “You can come in, Al. Usually, you just barge in here and wait for me on the couch.” Levi hummed, eyes softening at the sight of his son grinning in front of him.

Altair chuckled, scratching the back of his head. “I thought it was an important call.”

“It was just Eyebrows.”

“Whatever you say, Dad.”

The boy sat on the couch, eyes inconspicuously roaming around the office. He heard the sound of a chair scraping against the floor and Altair looked up to find his dad preparing a cup of tea in the kitchenette installed in the room. He looked away from Levi and shifted his attention to the framed photographs on the desk. Everything wasn’t facing him but there was one frame positioned to face the person behind the desk. Altair craned his neck to get a glimpse of the picture, his eyes going back and forth between the frame and his dad, who was waiting for the tea to steep. With his body draping over the couch and neck stretching as far as he could (the position was starting to hurt), Altair saw that it was a picture of you, his mum. The silver-eyed boy gasped because it was you in a wedding dress.

“Blimey.”

“Al?”

Altair dropped the position with a huff. He straightened himself to face a confused Levi, a tray of two teacups filled with raspberry tea held by his hands. “Thought I could just, you know,” he nervously chuckled, “get a good stretch after oversleeping. So what’s up, Dad?”

Levi hummed, placing the tray on the low table. He sat beside Altair, body facing the little boy as he surveyed the innocent smile plastered on his son as he sipped on his cup of tea, the two of them mirroring how they held their cups. Maybe it was because Al went away for summer camp in the last eight weeks or maybe he was just missing you and your presence in his life, but Levi felt his heart clench at how fast his little boy was growing. The summer camp must be a blessing in disguise because his boy came home with newfound manners and the whole time he was away, he thought hard enough to make a decision he won’t come to regret. Eight weeks was a long time, things are bound to change. So Levi cleared his throat and readied himself in spilling his carefully thought-out plans to his son.

“There’s something really important I want to talk to you about, Al,” Levi started, putting this teacup back on the low table.

“That’s funny because there’s something really important that I want to talk to you about.”

“Yeah? Well, you go first, kiddo.”

Altair shook his head rapidly, gulping down his tea first. “No, you first, Dad.”

“Hmm.” The black-haired man carefully formulated the words in his mind. The first order of business was to cut off any people who would dare hurt his son. Yesterday was just the catalyst in his ongoing debate with Petra all summer to get rid of the publicist leeching off of him. From the look on Altair’s face while he was wading in the pool, Levi figured that Cynthia said something to him that might have shaken his mind. He leveled his gaze with Altair’s and told him, “Okay, I want to talk to you about Cynthia, the hired publicist for the teahouse and plantation.”

The boy turned his body so that he was seeing his father eye to eye. “And I wanted to talk to you about Mom.” Altair furrowed his eyebrows in distaste. “Oh, so Cynthia’s her name. What about Cynthia?”

Levi blinked in surprise. He knew Altair was a smart kid but he didn’t expect him to pick up on things so fast. There was no one in the estate that he shared his current sentiments. Petra was known to be a person not careful enough to keep a secret hidden from Altair and Erwin will most likely tease Levi throughout the day if he revealed his plans. Not to mention that Mikasa will probably indulge his kid in spilling every embarrassing thing about him so that makes his niece out of the list of people worthy enough to be told a secret.

With a calm voice, he regarded his little him with a flat expression. “What about your mom?”

Altair groaned in exasperation. “Dad, I’m almost twelve. I’m at a point in my life to ask about the whereabouts of my mom. You can’t expect me to believe the stork story all my life!”

A slow inhale and a look at the ceiling was all Levi needed to compose himself. “You know what, that is a story for later. But first, we’re going to talk about the publicist. Did she say anything to you? Anything that might have hurt you in any way yesterday?”

One pair of gray eyes looked away from the other to examine the invisible dust gathering on top of the coffee table. Altair wanted to tell Levi that Cynthia was trying to exploit him, trying to wound him in her trap and to make him fall in love with her. But the way that his father was insisting on the topic of Cynthia instead of you didn’t sit right with him at all. To Altair, it looked like Levi was desperate to clean the woman’s name and to make him build a relationship with her when the time comes that she’ll be carrying the Ackerman name. He mentally apologized to his other half across the ocean for not having the strength to continue the plan. Because as he glanced at Levi, the man’s concern apparent on the glint of his eyes, Altair wanted his father to be happy — to love someone without any pain that spanned for more than a decade.

“No, she didn’t say anything to me. She just told me how happy she is to be on the plantation.”

As much as he was scared to be a father when his boys were born, Levi always knew if his son was lying after years of raising Altair alone (with the help of Petra but the nanny will always give him the credit). Right now, however, he couldn’t tell if Al was lying or not. “Al, are you telling me the truth? If not—“

The door burst open, bringing with it an overly dramatic woman. “Levi? Are you here, sweetie?”

Eld followed after Cynthia, his face betraying his aggravation at the woman. “Don’t just enter Levi’s office without permission, Ma’am!”

Cynthia scoffed, insulted at the term. “'Ma’am’?! I’m not that old, employee.”

The blonde man bristled. He tried puffing his chest to remind the publicist that he has more authority than just a last-minute accommodation in the staff, but he stopped when he saw Levi starting to stand up from the couch. He had never seen his boss express anger in his years of being Levi’s secretary, however, the apparent look on the onyx-haired man will probably drive Cynthia more than six feet under the surface. Eld dismissed Cynthia with a roll of his eyes, focusing on the annoyed man walking towards them with terrifying footsteps. “Levi, she just went inside the building. Believe me, we were trying to prevent her from getting her head cut off by you but she wouldn’t listen!” The blonde glared at the woman who was gasping dramatically, manicured hand pressed on her chest. “Levi, you have to believe me. Mikasa even had to—“

“I understand, Eld.” Levi’s voice was uncharacteristically icy. Sure, he was known for being blunt and dismissive at times but that was the man's nature in forming social relationships. The employees were used to him being that way. Right now, though, his glare could have frozen Cynthia in place. “What is this, Miss Maryland? I thought I told you to leave a message to my secretary if you want to have an appointment with me. But I remember telling you that I’m not free this day.”

Cynthia pouted. “But I also told you that I wanted to have lunch with you! Is your job more important than me? Or are you just using that as an excuse to not make time for me?”

Eld looked scandalized at the woman’s reaction while Altair was wincing at the sound of Cynthia’s whine.

Levi was praying for his ears as well, pinching the bridge of his nose to calm himself down. He looked at Altair at the corners of his eyes. “I don’t recall you being on my priority list, Miss Maryland, and I have plans with Al today anyway. Horseback riding.”

“You’re lying!” The woman turned to Altair. “Is this true, Al, darling?”

The boy quickly took note of the hint of desperation from his father’s eyes so he smiled. “Yeah, I’ll be riding Nox since I miss my horse while I was at camp.”

“You heard my kid,” Levi drawled. “Now get out. You’re invading my privacy — sounds fitting for your job.”

Cynthia’s face scrunched in disgust, turning around abruptly, her hair hitting Eld in the face. The blonde man sputtered before incredulously staring at the retreating publicist. There wouldn’t be any need for Mikasa to restrain her if needed since she knew the way out. Eld turned back to Levi and Altair, his face showing how guilty he was. “Levi, I’m really sorry. If I’d known she’ll barge in here like this.”

“No, it’s fine. Thank you, Eld.”

“Alright.” Eld trailed off, shifting his attention from Levi to Altair. He waved at Levi’s son before pointing at the door behind. “Have a great afternoon, you two.”

Levi nodded at his friend, sitting on the couch with a sigh when the door closed. He had to get rid of that publicist, she was starting to become a headache. Levi then felt a small weight on his shoulder. Turning his head to the side, a head of onyx hair greeted his vision. With a small smile, he lifted his arm and wrapped it around Altair, letting him snuggle into his side some more. The two of them cherished the silence as if the room was their haven, away from pesky publicists and the bustling activity a floor below.

Speeding through the plantation felt liberating for Altair. He wanted to raise his arms in the air as they zoomed by the small tea trees but that would mean having Levi being suspicious of him. At first, Altair thought that the predicament with Captain would be the same with Nox but the black beauty of a horse nuzzled his palm affectionately as if he was the real owner. Of course, it couldn’t happen without the help of the sugar cubes laid out on his palm. Now, he was laughing as he raced with his dad, their destination was the hill on the other side of the plantation. It looked like Levi was winning but Altair tried to spur Nox faster. A blur of black reached their landmark, a tree with a swing on it, and Altair whooped at the top of his lungs.

“I won!”

“You always win,” Levi told him, a loving stare directed at his son.

Altair turned his horse to meet Levi’s stare. “I do?”

A confused frown painted the silver-eyed man’s lips.

At that, Altair brightened immediately, realizing his mistake. “I do! Just slipped my mind again. I can’t seem to stop forgetting things. That’s so weird.”

Levi guided his horse to walk towards Altair’s. “Yeah, so weird,” he murmured until he was beside his son. They stared at the plantation with varying expressions. The boy looked so mesmerized at how the sun touched every single tree while Levi blankly surveyed the rows of what brought him to this moment. It was once upon a time when he brought you here during spring break in junior year at college, telling you his dreams of starting a tea plantation. You looked radiant against the sunset, the rays creating a halo that Levi wanted to preserve forever. Altair’s laugh when he won has the same smile as yours when you manage to outrun him in a race. Levi couldn’t help but think of a life with you and the twins here in the plantation and estate, the two boys growing up with each other and with both parents unlike now. The four of you wouldn’t experience the pain brought by the separation. But reality struck him hard when Altair breathed out an expelling sigh, eyes soft around the corners like yours.

“So, Al, do you think we’re lonely?”

The said boy looked at his dad, who was wistfully looking at the plantation like it was hurting him. “I don’t think so.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah.” Altair’s grip on the reins tightened. “Why are you asking this, Dad?”

Levi took a deep breath. “Believe it or not, Al, but I feel lonely every night. The moon and the stars must be tired of my internal monologues to them, all wishing to have a normal night with our complete family. But with Maryland here, there seems to be someone at the back of my head telling me to make a move. You know what, Al, I want—“

“Race you back to the ranch, Dad!”

“What—wait, Al! Hey, slow down, kiddo!”

Tears were starting to blur Altair’s vision as he rode around the plantation. No, the plan wasn’t going to work. His twin brother was a liar when he said he had an amazing and genius plan. Everything was starting to burn in flames and Altair had no choice but to watch it fester until only ashes remain. When he reached the stables, he tied the reins to the post with hurried yet precise knots. And Altair ran and ran. Up the slope leading to the manor, past the building where the workers were happily interacting with another until he felt himself bumping into someone. He brushed off a concerned Mikasa shouting at him to slow down. Minutes later, Levi passed by the fretting young woman, the latter asking if Altair was alright. But the onyx-haired boy finally reached the safe confines of their manor, passing by the opened double doors. He started pacing around the living room.

Altair buried his hands in his hair, his accent coming out as he rambled. “This isn’t going the way he expected it to. Bonkers, this is a mess! I’m just a kid and I couldn’t handle everything at once. Now, Mum’s getting married to a person I don’t know and Dad is tying the knot with Cindy—Cassandra—whatever!” He leaned on the back of an armchair, body slumping on the plush cushion. “And I don’t even know Dad as much as he does. How am I supposed to fix this?”

“What are you trying to fix?” Petra suddenly appeared in the armchair. (She was there all along but she figured that by keeping quiet, she will learn more about why Altair acted strangely since he came home.) The redhead stood up, arms crossed on her chest. “Do you want to share something with the class, Al?”

Altair jumped back, placing a hand on top of his pounding heart. “You gave me a fright, Petra.”

Petra leaned back with an expression of disbelief. “What? Are you sure there isn’t anything you want to talk to me about? If you’re scared of your dad finding out your secrets right now, you can always tell me.” Altair remained silent as he stared wide-eyed at the nanny and housekeeper. “Care to explain to me why Captain doesn’t like you anymore when he has been with you since you were a toddler? Or how you can’t open the doors properly? Even your appetite change this morning. I have so many questions, Al, and it all stemmed from when you came home. Do you know something we don’t?”

The boy shrugged. That didn’t seem to alleviate the suspiciousness he carried. “I just changed over the summer, that’s all.”

Petra slowly took a step forward and tilted her head down to meet Altair’s eyes. “I’m starting to think you were raised …” She shook her head to dispel the thought and turned around to make herself busy in the kitchen. “That’s impossible. Never mind. I must be needing sleep from all these theories.”

“I am raised by who, Petra?”

She waved her hand to dismiss the question. “Forget it, Al. I’m not supposed to talk to you about this anyway.”

“Like I’m raised by [Name] [Last Name]? Like I’m the other half of one pair of twins?”

The redhead tensed at the question, her smile frozen in place. She managed to blink herself outside of her stupor, slowly regarding the onyx-haired boy, who was gradually turning into an image of you. Those eyes, though sharing Levi’s stormy irises, were reminiscent of your kind ones — always appearing as soft as they can be despite the intensity of a present glare. Petra was at a loss for words and she had to clear her throat a couple of times to find her voice. “How do you know her full name? How do you know that you have a twin, Al? How do you know about—?”

“About Caelum?” The boy pursed his lips, forcing himself to smile. He dropped the act because there was no use continuing their charade any further. Besides, this is Petra, the most loyal person from what he could observe during a full day in the Ackerman estate. She reminded him of Oluo, the way they stuck to each parent almost every day. His British accent came out when he said the next words, “That’s because I am Caelum.”

If this wasn’t a serious situation, Caelum would’ve laughed at Petra’s reaction.

“Altair?!”

Levi looked around when he stepped foot on the patio. However, he was surprised at the peculiar scenario welcoming him in the living room — it was as if Petra was looking at his son for the first time in years. The redhead had both hands covering her mouth, tears prickling her eyes, and an expression showing disbelief. He rose an eyebrow in incredulity because nobody paid him any attention. With measured footsteps, Levi placed a hand on his son’s shoulders, making the boy jump a few inches in the air.

“Hey, buddy,” his voice was so soft since his boy looked shaken up just as much as Petra, “why did you take off on me like that? I told you I wanted to talk to you about something.” His son looked up at him with wide eyes so Levi expectantly glanced at Petra. The woman was still silent with that constipated look on her face. “Petra, do you need to take a shit? Why are you looking at Al like that?”

Caelum was breathing heavily, eyes pleading with Petra to let him tell Levi the truth.

With a subtle nod, Petra wiped her eyes and turned to Levi, who had his face scrunched in perplexity. “Like what? I’m not looking at him in a special way.” She shrugged but with one look at the bright-eyed boy beside her friend, her voice started to falter. “I’m looking at him like I’ve looked at him for eleven years. Since the day he came home from the hospital, all wrapped up and squirming for contact with his parents.” Petra looked like she could cry any minute. (Levi was staring at her like she had grown a second head. He was ready to give her a day-off.) “Seven pounds, five ounces, 21 inches long. This is how I look at him.”

Caelum felt himself smile as Petra gestured at him.

“Can I hug him?”

Levi blinked and stayed silent for a second. He lifted his hand from his son’s shoulder and stepped back since Petra wrapped the boy in a tight hug. He felt the back of an armchair behind him, leaning against it with a sigh. “Everybody’s so weird.”

As the woman continued hugging Caelum, she exclaimed, “Oh, he’s so beautiful and he’s grown so much.” The boy nuzzled his head on the crook of his nanny’s neck, a large smile painted on his face.

For once in his life, Levi wanted to sleep the day off. Maybe everything might go back to normal.

Petra pulled away from the hug, wiping her eyes with her sleeves. She pointed at Caelum while trying to control her voice from shaking. “I’m going to make you something special to eat. What do you feel like eating? Anything? You know what?” She waved her hand once she reached the entrance of the kitchen. “I’ll just whip up something from everything we’ve got, okay?” With a last nod and an apologetic smile directed at Levi, Petra went to the kitchen whilst wiping her tears, leaving behind the two Ackermans’.

Now that heartfelt moment ended, Levi knew he had to tell his son what’s weighing on his mind for the past years. All it took were eight weeks for him to steel himself in making a choice he won’t come to regret. If only he had done this when you gave him your back, a baby looking like him snug in your arms and reaching out to a father he won’t come to have. If only he had chased you to London, fighting for your love in front of your parents, promising a life filled with enough luxury for your newfound family. If only he had the strength back then, none of this would’ve happened. So Levi gently directed his son to the couches, sitting in front of the boy on the low table. Their gazes matched each other and it looked like Levi was staring at his younger self.

“We have to talk.” The onyx-haired man’s voice was so soft, matching his visage that was contorted in slight wariness and expectation.

Caelum nodded. “Okay. Shoot, Dad.”

Levi nodded back. “I’ve been thinking about this since you were a toddler and this summer was the only time I could focus on debating with myself on it.” He took a deep breath, his heart thundering in his chest, and his cheeks burning. “Al, I want to get back together with your mom.”

The whole world stopped. Caelum stopped breathing for a few seconds. There was a lack of emotions inside him at first, him just staring like an idiot at Levi. Suddenly, he felt like jumping but that would look suspicious so Caelum abruptly stood up in front of his dad, tingles traveling in every fiber of his body.

“Al?” Levi asked, confused at the constipated look on his little boy.

Bright gray eyes stared back at Levi, Caelum’s grin erasing every doubt in his father’s body. “This is perfect, Dad!”

“It is?” The onyx-haired man trailed off before perking up a little, a small grin tugging his mouth upwards. “Yeah, it is. I decided that I will do everything right this time and have our family back again.” He looked down wistfully on the floor, fingers wringing with each other. He murmured under his breath, “I wonder how Caelum’s doing right now. Will he like me? I’m not exactly awarded with the best father of the year title.”

On the other hand, Caelum heard it and he couldn’t help but grin knowingly. He erased that on his face when Levi looked up at him. “So, Dad, what are you going to do about Cindy?”

“What about the publicist?”

Caelum sat back down, leaning forward to enunciate his next words. “Well, it’s quite obvious that she’s so enamored by you.”

Levi scoffed a disdainful laugh. “Why would she? I’m not interested in her in some way. I don’t even like women her age.”

“That’s the thing, Dad. I heard from her yesterday that you’re planning on telling me something. I figured it would involve her since she suggested it. It might be a different thing than what you told me right now.”

“Oh, that. I decided, with the help of Petra and the other workers, that you will be the face of the tea shop. Since I am not too comfortable with the idea of having my pictures posted on every branch, a majority vote prompted you to do the job. But Mikasa suggested that we also do that by putting you in the new label design. It doesn’t have to have your face on it, just your silhouette. I think Isabelle will do that well enough.”

“So,” Caelum prolonged the word, “you’re not engaged to her, right?”

Levi looked ready to barf his lunch. “What? Where the hell did you get that idea?”

A sheepish smile prevented the laugh that was bubbling in Caelum’s chest. “I tend to overthink at times, Dad.”

The silver-eyed man sighed, running his hand through his hair. “You get that from me.”

“I asked you that because yesterday, she told me you proposed to her because you wanted me to have a mother figure. She even told me you dated because you liked her at first sight. She mentioned that you went horseback riding in the sunset like a typical chick flick pairing and there you confessed that you felt lonely because Mom left you. Oh, I mustn’t forget how you reciprocated her feelings under a moonlit night. Hey, Dad, where are you going? Dad?”

“Don’t mind me, Al, I’m killing a bitch this afternoon and it’s best if you stay put while I do that.”

“Dad?!”

Cynthia Maryland is a fucking menace to society.

It has been so long since Levi met a person who just by talking, brain cells are diminishing at every word they utter. The first one who made him feel this way was a genius, however, they were too much for his social battery. They always hung off of him at times during college all because they were your childhood friend, who followed you to America to make you feel like you had someone in a foreign country back then. That was seen as endearing but this time, it’s fucking irritating. Levi didn’t even have to control himself from showing how much he wanted this meeting to be over.

“Miss Maryland, can you please listen to me for one second?” Levi spat out, the stress coming to him in a migraine.

“I am listening, doll, and I guess those plans with Altair didn’t happen because you have me in your office — doors closed and just the two of us,” Cynthia spoke in a sultry voice that didn’t have any effect on the man slumped on his chair. “I will do anything for you, Mr. Ackerman.”

“Thank God for that.”

Cynthia was over the stars at that statement.

“Because I believe it’s time for your job as my shop’s publicist to be terminated. So I suggest getting out of here.”

“What?!” The brunette all but shrieked.

At the commotion, a knock resonated in the room. “Levi, is everything all right in there?” Mikasa asked. “Do you need me to restrain her?”

“No need, Mikasa,” Levi answered, not looking away from the distressed woman squawking in front of him. “Hey, Maryland, what are you whining about? Didn’t you hear what I just said? You’re fired. What are you still doing here?”

“Pray tell, why are you firing me?! You need me!”

Levi rose an eyebrow. “Why would I need you when I have capable people working on the plantation right now? It was a mistake hiring you. Eld was actually the one who wanted to have a publicist for the tea shops and if my secretary said it would be beneficial to the business, I will always say yes. But I guess he hired the wrong person. As for the question of why I fired you, let’s just say, you were spewing things that weren’t even true. And of all people, you said those things to my son. What are you trying to gain from telling him we’re fucking engaged? Money? My last name?”

The brunette remained silent, angry tears dripping on her cheeks.

“Let me tell you this, Miss Maryland, you’re not worth those things. So if you don’t want me to get fucking angry at you, get the fuck out.”

While the whole debacle with Cynthia was happening in Levi’s office, Caelum was in the kitchen rolling a pin over a chunk of dough. The silver-eyed boy was helping Petra with the afternoon snacks, something that the nanny suggested since Caelum looked bored out of his mind, staring into the high ceiling of the living room while lying on the long couch. Only half an hour passed since Levi stormed into his office, demanding Eld to contact ‘that hysterical fucking woman’, and only two batches of apple turnovers were ready for the oven. There were a lot of workers on the plantation, all of them having big appetites, so Caelum and Petra had a lot of work to do.

Caelum just finished his story of meeting Altair for the first time and his shoulders felt so light after spilling everything out.

Petra pensively gave Caelum a wistful glance. “I’m happy that you two found each other.”

The boy looked up at the redhead. An air of earnest gratitude exuded from her, the idea of two twins reuniting was worth being happy about. Petra wasn’t the only one thanking the moon and stars for granting a request, Caelum felt like his world expanded because of that summer camp. “I am happy, too. I got to meet you, Mikasa, and the workers. I want this stay to last longer than a day but Al and I will eventually go back to our rightful homes.”

“Why are you being sad, kiddo? Didn’t Levi tell you that he’s planning on courting your mom again?”

“That’s the thing,” Caelum mumbled. The dough became too thin to wrap around apple fillings at the force he was pressing down on the rolling pin. He sighed, starting over again. “Mum is engaged to someone in London. I can’t even do anything about it.”

Petra hummed casually. “But Altair can.” Beside her, Caelum once again shifted his attention from the dough to her side profile, making her smile. “One thing I know about Al through the years is that he will do everything to make his plan a success. That brother of yours is a stubborn kid but he’s determined to fulfill his goal, which so happens to be what Levi’s planning, too.” She placed the knife on the cutting board, leaving the apples unattended, and faced Caelum with a half-smile. “How about this, you want to make this a success?”

Caelum nodded.

“Then tell your dad who you really are.”

The boy’s eyes widened. “No!” He looked down, cursing himself for raising his voice at Petra. “I mean, he’ll be mad for sure.”

The redhead chuckled before pointing a ladle at Caelum. “That’s where you’re wrong. Levi was always praying every night to have a glimpse of his other son across the sea. Now that you’re here, you’ll be giving him the happiness he always wanted for eleven years. He deserves to hug you, knowing who you are.”

This is how Caelum found himself standing in front of Levi’s bedroom. It was inevitable anyway — his dad finding out his real identity. Letting out a sigh, Caelum twisted the doorknob with clammy hands, opening the door to the image of Levi reading a book on his bed. The boy smiled when Levi looked up at the sound of the door opening.

Levi took off his reading glasses and smiled. “Hey, kiddo, come in.” He lifted his covers as an invitation for the tentative boy. When Caelum got on the bed, Levi placed his book on the nightstand along with his glasses. For a moment, he only looked at his son with soft eyes as Caelum adjusted the duvet to cover his lap. He pulled him close with an arm around the boy’s shoulders, letting Caelum relax against him. “Did you have a nightmare?” Levi felt his son shake his head. “Is something bothering you?” At the silence, Levi looked down on Caelum's onyx hair. He kissed the side of the boy’s head. “I hope you will feel better once we spend the rest of the day tomorrow.”

“I can’t, Dad, I’m sorry.” It was a low murmur that Levi had to crane his head to hear. “I have to go somewhere tomorrow.”

“And where will this somewhere be? Is Mikasa going with you? Or did Petra invite you to go get the groceries?”

The silver-eyed boy squirmed out of Levi’s hold, burying himself in the think blankets.

“Al? Are you feeling unwell? Kiddo?” Levi tried tickling his son’s sides but was only met with muffled laughs. “Al.”

A British accent enveloped the words Caelum uttered next, “That’s where I’m going! I have to go see Altair.”

“And where might Altair be?”

A pause. “In London.” Levi froze. “With his mum, [Name] [Last Name].”

It was as if cold water surrounded Levi, dunking him in a fever dream. It was too good to be true. Of all the surprises he received for the day, this is by far the most responsible for taking away his voice and steady breathing. He couldn’t think properly at the revelation. So this was the reason why Petra looked like she saw the boy for the first time because she did, after eleven years. His heartbeat echoed through his chest, making a duet with his clattering mind. Levi didn’t know what to do. Should he embrace the son he never got to hug in almost twelve years or should he stay quiet and let the night go on, pretending that this was a dream? His eyes started to burn with unshed tears as he carefully lifted the edge of the duvet off the small figure lying beside him. There was no way this was happening. But as he finally got a glimpse of his son staring up at him, eye shape boring some similarities to yours, Levi let out a shaky breath.

“Caelum?”

Caelum sat up. “Yes, Dad?”

Levi’s vision became blurry, arms instantly wrapping around Caelum. He hugged him tightly, worried that this might be a trick of his loneliness, that this was Altair pretending to be his twin to make him happy. But no. He knew Altair like the back of his hand and if he hugged him like this, the little brat would whine at the long physical contact. This was Caelum, hands gentle like yours as they patted his back. He didn’t know he was crying until Caelum rubbed rhythmic circles on his back to calm him down.

“Al and I met at camp and we decided to switch places.” His breath hitched, nuzzling his head on Levi’s chest. “Dad, I’ve dreamt my whole life of finally meeting you. Seeing you waiting at the airport nearly made me cry because you were exactly like Mum’s vague stories. And Al wanted to meet Mum as well so we sort of made the switch impulsively.”

Levi pulled away, a smile present on his face. “Who exactly made this plan?”

“Never in my life would I suggest switching places with my twin. I told Al this is an idiotic plan yet here we are.”

Levi snorted a laugh. “Of course it’s Al’s idea.”

“But Dad …”

“Hmm?” The man waited patiently for his little heaven to speak up.

“I hope you’re not raging at the moment because I love you so much and I just hope that one day, you will love me as me — not as a mirror image of Al.”

Levi pulled Caelum again in a hug, kissing the boy on the crown of his head. “Did you know I was the one who named you?”

“Really?”

“Yeah. Since your mom named Altair after a star, I thought it would be best if you were named after the realm the star is situated. You’re my little heaven, Cae, and nothing can change that. I’ve loved you your whole life. Stop being a mopey little brat — I meant that term in the most endearing way possible because your mother was the original one, she was my pain in the ass — and give your dad another hug.”

Caelum felt like he forgot something, choosing this moment to never mention you being engaged to someone and instead chose to let his dad’s warm hugs lull him to sleep.

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Daybreak

Daybreak by Altair

Everyday the ocean attempts to drag him under the surface, to drag him down into the darkest depth to never be seen again. His head is always filled with a crashing storm—he can never be quite sure which way the waves are going to tip him. There are only a few more hours until dark, and Izuku toils them away on pointless homework that will disappear mysteriously, and making up for the lunch that had met an unceremonious fate on the cafeteria floor. Izuku waits for the dark with an eagerness he reserves for few things—because when the sun sets he can finally, finally, shed the burden of himself and become someone so much more alive.

He takes a deep, shuddering breath and slowly the swirling rapids of his thoughts slow.

They slow until he's no longer at risk of drowning.

They slow until they ebb and flow like the calm night tide, brushing against him like he's the smallest, most insignificant grain of sand.

He is nothing, in that moment. He's invisible, untouchable; nonexistent.

He's standing on the precipice, so he tips forward—And the next moment, he is everything.

Words: 1120, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English

Fandoms: 僕のヒーローアカデミア | Boku no Hero Academia | My Hero Academia

Rating: General Audiences

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Characters: Midoriya Izuku, Midoriya Inko, Midoriya Hisashi

Relationships: Midoriya Inko & Midoriya Izuku, Midoriya Hisashi & Midoriya Izuku

Additional Tags: Quirkless Midoriya Izuku, Vigilante Midoriya Izuku, Midoriya Izuku Does Not Have One for All Quirk, BAMF Midoriya Izuku, Good Parent Midoriya Hisashi, Midoriya Inko's Bad Parenting, Minor Character Death, Dead Midoriya Hisashi

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Courage Of Stars Snippet

(This is a small snippet of my ‘Courage Of Stars’ Transformers series that follows Original Characters; Altair Prime, Moonbean, Drax and Honeypot as they try to solve their problems and find their place in life after Cyberton’s Fall. THIS snippet focuses on Autobot Jolt and how he sees the ‘Nexus’ around him and how he interacts with the people living there. 

Following characters; Jolt, Moonbean, Songbird, Daybreaker (Mentioned), Armsmaster (Mentioned), Faultline (Mentioned), Optimus Prime (Mentioned), Nova Prime (Mentioned), Altair Prime (Mentioned), Prima (Mentioned), Solus Prime (Mentioned), Megatronus Prime (Mentioned), Nexus Prime (Mentioned), Onyx Prime (Mentioned) Primon (Mentioned), Guardian Prime (Mentioned), Vector Prime (Mentioned), Alpha Trion (Mentioned). 

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"Fleet Admiral!" A young femling called, catching his attention. He turned to look, saw Moonbean doing so at the corner of his optics, and watched a young, pale blue with dark almost Allspark blue highlights stumble to a stop a few steps away from them. 

She was pretty, not in the spark dropping way that some femmes had before their decrease in numbers but in the way she held herself. Soft, excited and happy. Her field bubbled with positive emotions that stretched out to envelop his own. 

He doubted she was aware of it, as she only had optics for the seeker beside him. Moonbean's lips twitched, telling him that she too had been subjected to the little femlings field. 

"You know my name, Songbird." She said gently, her denta curling slightly. 

Songbird, the femme, blushed a dark blue that spread across her faceplate and her cooling fans kicked on. "Fleet Admiral!" She said again, her fans turning off as she shook herself from her flustered state. 

Moonbean sighed, and because he was close to her he could feel her field flicker with resignation and a small amount of fondness that caused him to smile. 

"Yes?" 

"The Rarities are finished, ma'am!" The grounder femme said, throwing her hands in an untidy salute that screamed rookie. "Armsmaster and Faultline have finished updating them, the rooms are ready for use again." Songbird grinned, field bursting with joy. 

She was cute. And very bubbly. He thought to himself, amused. But, what was 'Rarities'? He hadn't heard of them before. At least, not that he could remember.  It might have been something from before the war, however. Jolt’s memories of those cycles were hazy at best and nonexistent at worse. It hadn’t helped that he had only been just reaching the age of youngling when the war had been kickstarted instead of the hushed whispers and rumours. 

"Oh?" Moonbean inquired, moving past the small grounder with a wave for him to follow. He did, curious over what they were talking about and where they were going. "Anything else?"

Songbird nodded, bouncing on her pedes as she walked between them. "Yup! Armsmaster said he made a few adjustments and stuff, Faultline called him a perfectionist and kicked him out, so he went off to sulk somewhere. Probably with Seafire." She looked over at the seeker pointedly with a small, teasing smile. 

Moonbean huffed, a small sound that somehow managed to carry her amusement, and shook her helm. "Of course," she said dryly. "What adjustments?" 

"He made them bigger, like the real ones, so it's easier to see them even if others are already there." 

"You've already played around with them, haven't you?" Songbird shot her superior an overly innocent look, causing both of them to snort. 

"I have no idea what you're talking about." She answered, convincing no one.

“I’m sure,” Moonbean answered. They moved down the corridor, passing by a couple cybertronian’s that nodded or saluted Moonbean. 

That came to a stop at a large blue door that Songbird opened and stepped inside, Jolt and Moonbean following behind her.   

The room was large, overly so with high ceilings that could probably have space even if Daybreaker stood on three clones of himself. Sitting in the middle of the room was twelve altars, one of them was covered in a large grey tarp that hid the name etched on the plague from view. 

Jolt hummed and after getting a nod from Moonbean walked closer to the altars. He squinted at the plagues and read the old glyphs there with a feeling of anticipation in his tanks.

PRIMON. One read in ancient cybertronian. FOREFATHER; FIRST OF THE PRIMES, it said underneath a small symbol of a planet.

It was curious, for it to have read of a cybertronain so ancient that the only mentions of him were in the recordings and documents of the Original Primes, and even then it was only in the letters between Alpha Trion and Vector Prime that they had managed to salvage that had even mentioned him.

PRIMA, the next one said and like the first, a large sword with the words Star Saber inscribed on it sat above the rest. VICTORY; ONE WHO LEAD OTHERS INTO LIGHT.

NOVA. He read the next one, his symbol small, almost unseen but undoubtedly of a telescope. CURIOSITY; HE WHO BROUGHT OTHERS AND MADE THEM INTO ONE. 

It was of the Primes, the first ones. The ones who had made Cybertron from the ground up, made their society and rules, traditions and others.

GUARDIAN. TRANQUILLITY; HE WHO BROUGHT BOTH THE GOOD AND THE BAD. A circle of flags, one with Cybertrons main symbol, another for Caminus. Antila. Paradon. Velocitron. Archon. Neutronia and a few others he didn’t have the name for but could guess were colonies. 

Cybertron colonies. He looked over the words and it hit him a moment later what the Prime had wanted when he lived. Equality and Unification. 

VECTOR. STABILITY; THE ONE THAT SOUGHT BALANCE BEFORE ALL ELSE. An hourglass half-empty-half-full, fitting for the guardian of time and space. 

ALPHA TRION; EFFICIENCY; HE WHO THOUGHT OF NONE BAR THE NEXT. A quill was next, amusing in its accuracy as Optimus had always called his older mentor an avid writer. 

SOLUS; COURAGEOUSLY; SHE WHO MADE THE OLD INTO THE NEW. Of course, Solus Prime’s symbol was that of her Forge, frighteningly detailed and realistic. 

NEXUS; IDEALISM; ONE WHO SEARCHED FOR PEACE IN WAR. Nexus Prime’s symbol was baffling, a shield that was marked and dented yet still usable even if it looked worse the wear.

ONYX; TEMPTATION; HE WHO BROUGHT HIS FATE UPON OTHERS.  Large wings, spreading to both of the edges of the altar. It was the largest picture he had seen on the monuments and if what he knew of the Prime was true, oddly fitting for the beast.

MEGATRONUS; STRENGTH; HE WHO BROUGHT BOTH FEAR AND COURAGE TO ALLIES AND FOES ALIKE. Underneath his words were visible even if his symbol was not, four large claw marks disfiguring the picture from view that he couldn’t make heads or tails of what it was. FALLEN, LOST HIS WAY FROM THE CORE OF THAT WHICH THE EVERTREE GREW.

ALTAIR; WISHFUL; THE ONE THAT LIVES IN THE PAST, PRESENT AND FUTURE. Even more oddly, Altair Primes symbol was of three things, a circle, a square and a thin line that looked like a sword.

On the last one, covered by the trap he could make out just the slightest of writing. It seemed to call to his spark, seeping into his every joint and wire, warming his frame and leaving him in awe. And even though he could not see it, his optics seemed to light and glow a bright Matrix blue like never before.

OPTIMUS. It said, neatly etched into the smooth metal beneath the Autobot faction symbol. HOPE; HE WHO IN DARKNESS, BRINGS THE GREATEST OF LIGHTS.

It was just words, glyphs of a Prime, it shouldn’t have had him venting heavily and feeling weak in the knees, nor feeling like his spark was about to burst with how much it had swelled up. There was a feeling that rushed through him, powerful and relaxing in equal measures. It was an emotion he hadn’t felt in a long time, and even when he had never had he felt it to such extent. 

Hope.

He stared wide optic at the altar for an unknown amount of time and felt small, but not weak nor insignificant almost in a sense, protected and loved. It was something he could not name, it was a feeling that seemed to curl through his whole body and almost, it almost seemed to strengthen his frame.

“The altars have a purpose besides being a monument,” Moonbean interrupted him, breaking him from the foggy daze like trance he had been trapped in. He turned to look at the femme as she watched Songbird scutter over to the altar with Nova itched onto it. She was smiling, soft and at peace, in a way that he hadn’t ever seen her look like. 

It was nice. She definitely looked beautiful when she smiled like that. Her sharp features and piercing optics softening and making her look more approachable, to him at least. 

“Or for us to see what they looked like.” She continued. Songbird pressed something on the altar, close to the symbol - it probably was the symbol - and the top of it lit up, frizzily and sparking for a few seconds before a holograph appeared. A mech was made out of the pixels, he was tall, towering over Songbird and even though it should have been terrifying it wasn’t. He was black, with white legs and arms. Large with two wheels on both hands and feet and his biolights were a bright orange-yellow that came from his lower chest and kibble sticking from his shoulders. 

The strangest thing about him was the long, rotary blade-like kibble that extended from his shoulders-to-forearms and beyond his possible reach unless he was really, really flexible. The blades looked like helicopter rotaries but at the same time, they didn’t. 

“The response you got from Optimus Prime’s monument is normal.” She said. “The others get different reactions to the Prime the bot in question has the closest ties too.”

“Closest…?” Jolt wondered. “Then, who is the one you’re closest too?”

Moonbean’s smile dropped, not disappearing completely but not as content and happy was before. “Altair.” 

He nodded, watching her with considering optics. Wishful, huh?

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Here be my ending slides and character thoughts and whatnot.

Everyone was a wyvern so there was so little gameplay difference.

Ingrid was not the stat monster she somehow became in the GD but she was another battalion which helped.

Dorothea kept relevant by picking up both Darting Blow and Deathblow but eventually got benched for the Church.  I set her up with Sylvain because they are so damn similar and it’s a good compliment to each other.

Bernie flew in endgame with her surprisingly high STR and always useful personal.  She actually ends up with one of the better OR scores too...

Zuh, well, I was trying for Catherine/Shamir but uhhh, this happened.  Huh.

Alois was way damn stronger than I ever anticipated.  His STR was huge and Weight-3 meant he had little difficultly doubling.  The inbuilt brawling meant he could actually self-heal and he had good DEF so I could leave him to his own adventures.  His weakness was his goddawful flying, obviously.

Alois is exactly what he is.  He has a surprisingly deep reason for his fear of ghosts, vengeance of his kills and whatnot.  But he’s probably the simplest guy there is.  Big heart, big friend.  A shame there’s no Raphael support.  Also the way he gets Manulea to help him makes it pretty easy to see how he got married despite her disbelief.

Despite that Catherine still took longer to reach Wyvern Lord, go figure.  Catherine is fully expected to kick ass from the get-go and the game knows it.  Despite her lowish fights, that’s entirely because of her awful joining time.

And I figured out why they wait so long on the Eagles.  It’s because they don’t want you destroying Thunderbrand beforehand since she’d leave at the path split.

Anyway, getting some actual supports for Catherine helped put some good context on things.  She’s utterly subsumed any idea of her own justice out of devotion to Rhea.  So when she balks at Rhea’s worst you know it’s bad.

Now this pairing I sort of expected and it was pretty OK!  Ferdinand apparently is an assassin since he has a hidden blade and keeping her from the ol’ Altair special means he has to hug her which makes both of them all flustered and adorable.

Flayn had good SPD and decent authority but low STR and I didn’t heap oodles of favor like I did on Lysithea.  She still did some work, but her entire run in endgame she used a bow over an ax.

Manuela ends up being like the only other person Seteth opens up with regarding his past marriage.  Mostly it’s to prevent Manuela from shipping him with his own daughter, but he wouldn’t do that if he didn’t consider her a valued person.

Don’t let Seteth’s low ratio fool you, that was almost entirely because of him being ranged bait.  Seteth is a damn good unit, with damn good DEF and kill power.  He was top five dependable in the endgame and he was way more useful than Claude at Battle before Daybreak.

Seteth has probably lowkey won his way up to my top ten character rankings by just being a damn cool dude.  Every support he has is interesting at least and some of them are really insightful.  It’s a shame he gets overlooked.

Manuela was damn weird.  She wasn’t the burden Hanneman was but she couldn’t punch it with the big boys despite her decent stats.  Still, she grabbed and MVP, so she did some damn fine work sometimes.

Manuela is still an excellent character, and often one you wouldn’t with how “sexpots” are treated.  Just man-seeking or being sexy isn’t her entire character.  She’s a slob, deeply faithful, loves singing, loves drinking and is basically married to Hanneman already from the way they act.  She’s the infirmary master for a reason and is just as torn by the war as anyone.  Maybe one of the most well-rounded characters in the cast entirely.

And they did their generic support to the end.  The end.

Shamir got three empty levels, my first empty levels across the whole time.  She was frail, had awful luck dodging and a middling STR.  But she was fast and the bow rank let her run interception on fliers and Inexhaustible destroyed anything that needed to die.

Shamir is cool-quiet-professional to a tee.  And... that’s it.  Even her hatred of bugs doesn’t get much play other than her killing them a lot.  I did want her to end up with Catherine since the two’s bond and their intents become more meaningful with information gleaned elsewhere but eh.

Cyril in GD was Claude-lite.  Now he’s Claude-negative.  He was so bad.  His SPD was absolutely nutty, but he was frailer than Flayn and less killy, even with Hilda’s ax.

For as much as Cyril is LADY RHEA LADY RHEA she like, never interacts with him.  Like, ever.  There’s only when they’re brining Rhea back, and when he gets killed in Eagles where she acknowledges him.  It’s weird.

MY PRECIOUS GIRL LIVED THIS TIME YAYYYYYYYY!

Even in literally the worst idea in the game (save Raphael or Dedue supreme magic users) she still managed a 58% OR rate.  Yeah, I babied and fed her to grow BIG AND STRONG but goddamn, she has a 15% base STR growth.  That’s 5% more than your basic ass FE1 Jagen.

God I hated Hanneman in this.  If ever there was a contrast of use...  I seriously should have given him a bow, then at least he could shoot fliers.

On the flipside his supports are cool and good.  Even as one of the two pro-crest guys he still has a very balanced view of them, noting how deeply they contort the world.

510 goddamn battles and less than half in one-rounds.  So many damn ranged units just picking away at him!  There were 1950 battles between the above, + maybe another 150 with Edelgard, Hubert and the chaff.  A full 1/5 of fights in the game involved him.  His statline was utterly insane.  They make it hard for him to get flying because of how much ass he’d destroy with it.

This is probably the best route for just how frightening a general Byleth actually is.  In the GD, he has the Knights and Alliance and Almyra to take on the Empire but here it’s almost entirely the Knights + a bit of Daphnael and Aegir and it’s almost the exact same level of ass-kicking.  Then when the other three clash at Gronder it’s an utter bloodbath without Byleth.

Like, go back to Solon, and like me you probably thought he was gonna be a bigger part to play.  Certainly seemed like it!  And yeah, he did work, but he died on his second map.  But here on playthrough three I can finally fully grasp what they wanted.  It’s to show just how frightening Byleth is.  Solon had to stake his life on taking Byleth out NOW because he was only going to get more and more powerful.  And it works.

I was fully aware going in that Rhea would be a kind ick wife with Byleth being her mother sort of and boy did the route just make her seem worse and worse.  By-mom is the 12th attempt at bringing back Sothis?  Your entire Church can randomly go insane if you get too pissy?  I mostly do Edelgard was right as a joke but holy shit Edelgard was right!  She actually is worse than the Slithers.  And I love me some crazy, dear me I do, but how is it she actually comes across as worse on what’s effectively her route than the one she’s a villain and burns down an allied city she’s inside?

I, mean, I’d have still married her because I love making terrible decisions, but yikes.

Also the support not carrying into battle is LAME.

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Biscuit’s Hopes and Fears For Kingdom Hearts III

We are one month away from the release of Kingdom Hearts III. Like many other fans I am excited to see the new entry in Sora’s story in his battle against Xehanort and Organization XIII. Although there are many things that I hope we get to see, I also have some fears regarding the new entry. So let’s go over what some of them are:

Hope #1: Enhancing combat:

If you played Kingdom Hearts 0.2, there may have been one thing you noticed in terms of its combat and that’s simply attacking enemies and using abilities does not always get the job done. There are moments where you will have to cast spells to either exploit a weakness or cause a status effect for you to easily dispatch them. Having spells be more necessary for fights is something that I hope does remain from 0.2 and into Kingdom Hearts III.

Fear #1: That the series recap packaged within Kingdom Hearts III may not be enough:

Square Enix has done an amazing job re-releasing all of the Kingdom Hearts titles to one platform. Doing so has almost destroyed the stigma of Kingdom Hearts being a “complicated and convoluted” series. Is it still poorly written and full of retcons? Yes it is, but a lot of the major plot points are now much easier for players to digest now that everything is on one platform.

However, I know that there will still be many newcomers to the series that will start with Kingdom Hearts III and not play any of the past titles. Although Square has stated that they will include something in Kingdom Hearts III to bring new players up to speed, my fear is that it will not be enough. I’m afraid that it could potentially leave out some important details that this new fan may need to know to understand certain events, which will in turn them off from the game completely.

Hope #2: More Representation From Other Square Enix Properties:

Dream Drop Distance opened the possibility that Kingdom Hearts does not have to just be tied down to representing Final Fantasy, but other Square Enix series as well. Dream Drop Distance featured characters from “The World Ends With You” and it got many players that did not play that series, more curious about it and wanting to play it themselves. With this I think it can open some other Square properties to also make an appearance such as Nier or even the new Octopath Traveler.

Fear #2: No Final Fantasy Representation:

On the flip side of my hope, my fear is that the Final Fantasy representation of this series, which is one of the main points that Kingdom Hearts was known for will be extremely minimal or not present at all. Birth By Sleep had extremely little representation from Final Fantasy and 358/2 Days and Dream Drop Distance only had Moogles representing Final Fantasy. My fear is that Kingdom Hearts III, might take the full plunge of having no Final Fantasy representation, which would also mean no optional Sephiroth boss battle, which was a major highlight for Final Fantasy fans in Kingdom Hearts I and II.

So having one of the main selling points of Kingdom Hearts that brought so many people to this series in the first place, could be a slightly upsetting subtraction.

Hope #3: Party Members are more competent:

We all know that setting priorities for party members has always been more of a suggestion rather than a priority. My hope is that when you set priorities for certain situations that they’ll be more likely to follow those prompts.

Fear #3: The Impact of Kingdom Hearts: Chi, Kingdom Hearts: Chi Backcover, and Kingdom Hearts: Union Cross to the story of Kingdom Hearts III:

This is perhaps my biggest fear for the entire game.

Kingdom Hearts: Chi and Kingdom Hearts: Union Cross are two mobile titles that Square released that told the story of the Keyblade War and the aftermath, an event only briefly mentioned during Birth By Sleep. Now, although Square and Tetsuya Nomura have gone on record to say that the Kingdom Hearts: Chi Backcover movie on the 2.8 collection will be all you need to know from those titles for Kingdom Hearts III, my fear is that it won’t actually be enough.

The movie only covers part of the mobile games events and it shows them in the perspective of a group of Keyblade Masters known as the Foretellers. It doesn’t show the perspective of your player character and more importantly, the events that happen after the movie which introduces a lot more elements and characters to the story.

To further show that these games are connected, we have already seen elements from the Chi story in some of the Kingdom Hearts III trailers, with Chirithy’s making an appearance as well as Daybreak Town where the mobile games and the Backcover movie take place.

There’s many other things that happen during the events of the movie that are only covered in the game so I would highly recommended reading the events that happen in these two games before going into Kingdom Hearts III. Nomura has gone record saying that when writing the story for Kingdom Hearts III, that the story for Kingdom Hearts: Chi and Union Cross were also being worked on at the same time, so you can bet that those three games will be very closely connected.

If you want to know the details of what has been going on in these games I highly recommend watching this link here. This video breaks down all the major events that have occured in the mobile titles.

Hope #4: This is the end of Sora’s Journey:

Square has stated that even though this game is the conclusion of the Dark Seeker saga, I also hope that it also brings an end to Sora’s story as well. When Square does advance to Kingdom Hearts 4 or the next Kingdom Hearts title, my hope is that it will follow a new cast completely, perhaps the apprentices of Sora and Riku or a cast that has no connection to them at all.

Fear #4: This Is Not The True End of the Dark Seeker Saga:

Although it’s possible Kingdom Hearts III will end with the defeat of Xehanort, my fear is that this will not really end the saga like Square Enix claims. I fear that there might be another Kingdom Hearts side title that gets released after Kingdom Hearts III that will have something that was left unfinished. For example, Nomura might have an idea that Xehanort left some small remnant of himself somewhere and that Sora and friends will have to journey to find this last remnant. I also fear that with time travel now a thing in the Kingdom Hearts series, that we still might encounter a past version of Xehanort that will try to put things back into motion. I’m aware that Kingdom Hearts has clearly stated rules for time travel and for those that would like a reminder of said laws, here is what the law states as stated by Xehanort.

“In order for one to travel to a certain point in time, there must be another version of them waiting at said destination. In addition, rewriting the events that are destined to happen is forbidden in the laws of time; what is set in stone cannot be changed. Upon return to one's original point in time, the traveler loses all memory of the experience gained traveling. In spite of this, the memories of these experiences are etched into the traveler's heart, which can potentially have an effect on their perspectives and decisions.”

Now, why could this open up a door of some form of Xehanort returning? Because the Kingdom Hearts series is known for not following the rules it has established. It’s already retconned events and rewrote already stated rules to better suit the story Nomura wants to tell at that specific moment, so what’s stopping Nomura and Square from bending the rules of time travel as well.

Those are my major hopes and fears for Kingdom Hearts III. I do have others, but I didn’t feel it was significant enough to include them as either the trailers have confirmed or refuted them. I’m looking forward to playing Kingdom Hearts III and sharing my thoughts with all of you!

Now for a shameless tail-end blog update because:

As a heads-up for how my blog will operate on January 29, I will be going on a hiatus to solely focus on Kingdom Hearts III. I’m going to be taking my time with this game. I want to really give it my full attention without having to worry about any other projects in the pipeline.  I’ll make a post when I’ll be going into that hiatus and another post when I’m getting out of it. When I make the second post that shows I’m back in operation, the Kingdom Hearts III review will follow shortly after, most likely a week from the return post.

As for the month of January itself, it’s going to be a bit of a strange month content wise. I have three reviews planned for the month. I’m going to be doing my reviews for Assassin’s Creed Brotherhood and Revelations which will then end the first sprint of the Assassin’s Creed review series. It’s a bit of a weird stopping point but in some ways it makes sense to stop it there as Revelations closed out Altair and Ezio’s story. I will also be doing my Yakuza 2 review at that time as well. I just recently cleared the main campaign for it and am getting ready to go through the Majima Saga.

Usually I stick to a weekend posting schedule, but for January I’m going to experiment with a couple of things. With Tumblr making a lot of changes themselves with the “female presenting nipple” bot running around going crazy, I’m going to take time to evaluate and try out different posting times again.

Thank you all for following, reading, and liking! I look forward to ending the Xehanort Saga with you all!

[grox-empire]

The final of the three past, present, and future pieces, this time featuring Altair!

Altair is much healthier as an adult and has far more freedom, Hence why they actually look somewhat younger.

I think Adult Altair's design is my favorite out of the adult designs I made.

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@iimperatriice || from here

Emily was laid out in his bed, warm and pleasantly sore as she curled up in his sheets. Eyes fluttering open, she looked over at where he sat on the edge of the bed, smirking as she took note of the marks running down his back before they disappeared under the fabric of his shirt. Rolling onto her side, the assassin reached out to run her fingertips down his spine. “Stay in bed with me,” she murmured, “just for today.” Sitting up, Emily pressed herself against his back, arms wrapping loosely around his neck as she nipped at his ear. “Just for a little while.” Her words are soft as one hand snakes beneath his shirt, grinning as she slid into his lap. “You can go if you really need to, but I think I’ll be staying here.”

          ( &. )  ❝ You know I won’t. ❞ The elder assassin whispers with a languid smile, golden eyes half-lidded as he regards her silently. & he wouldn’t, not with dawn a few mere heartbeats away -- it was better if he was gone, off to his own devices, before the sun kissed the horizon. Better for the both of them, Altair to his day’s mischief & Emily asleep for the few hours until duty called upon her. Yet, that didn’t mean he never considered staying; mornings like this made it difficult, the empress sat in his lap with her arms thrown around his neck, dark eyes imploring him to stay in a way that didn’t seem like begging at all. Demanding more like, in lieu of her character, but not quite. Like she was thinking about commanding him to stay with her.

      ❝ Too much to be done today. & I think you know just as well as I do that no one will favor finding a low-class heathen like me in bed with the Empress. ❞ He grins, tracing Emily’s jaw thoughtfully. ❝ Duty before pleasure, as always princess ❞ There were days he thought about that, about the rumors that would spring up from the sovereign’s illicit affair with a guttersnipe like him: none of them would likely be good. Just another good reason to go.

     Gently, longingly, he kisses her, eyes closed for the short, sweet seconds of contact. Then his hands are on her back, that chaste kiss turning into a forceful smatter of kisses down her jaw, his teeth baring against the naked base of her throat. But it’s a playful ruse to get her away, his motions all too skilled, too graceful, as he presses her back into her pillows. Hovering over her, Altair smiles again as he withdraws. ❝ I’ll see you later then. ❞ He hums, the corners of his eyes crinkling with an unseen smile.

     & then he’s gone, slipping off the bed into the shadows of her bedroom, appearing only once as a silhouette against the sliver of sky visible through one of the open windows. Altair glances back for only a moment, raising three fingers in an informal dismissal, & then he disappears out the window, into the gray light of daybreak.

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US Navy claims mine fragments, magnet point out Iranian involvement in assault on Japanese oil tanker

http://tinyurl.com/yye5grxa Fujairah: The limpet mines used to assault a Japanese-owned oil tanker close to the Strait of Hormuz final week bore “a placing resemblance” to comparable mines displayed by Iran, a US Navy explosives knowledgeable stated on Wednesday, stopping wanting immediately blaming Tehran for the assault. Iran has denied being concerned within the assault final Thursday that hit the Japanese tanker Kokuka Brave and in addition the Norwegian-owned Entrance Altair. An Iranian boat dowsing hearth on an oil tanker after it was attacked within the Gulf of Oman. Reuters The feedback by Commander Sean Kido got here because the Navy confirmed reporters items of particles and a magnet they are saying Iran’s Revolutionary Guard left behind once they spirited away an unexploded limpet mine after the 13 June assault within the Gulf of Oman. Iran has additionally not acknowledged taking the mine. Kido additionally pressured that the injury accomplished to the Kokuka Brave was “not according to an exterior flying object hitting the ship,” regardless of the ship’s proprietor blaming “flying objects” for the injury within the assault. In the meantime, a rocket hit an oil-drilling website in Iraq’s southern Basra province early on Wednesday, placing inside a compound housing power large Exxon Mobil and different overseas oil corporations and wounding three native employees, one critically, Iraqi officers stated. The assault on the oil tankers comes amid heightened tensions between the U.S. and Iran that take root in President Donald Trump’s determination to withdraw from Tehran’s nuclear take care of world powers a 12 months in the past. Iran not too long ago has quadrupled its manufacturing of low-enriched uranium and threatened to spice up its enrichment nearer to weapons-grade ranges, making an attempt to strain Europe for brand spanking new phrases to the deal. In latest weeks, the US has sped an plane service to West Asia and deployed further troops to the tens of hundreds already. Mysterious assaults even have focused oil tankers as Iranian-allied Houthi rebels launch bomb-laden drones into Saudi Arabia. All this has raised fears {that a} miscalculation or additional rise in tensions might push the US and Iran into an open battle, some 40 years after Tehran’s Islamic revolution. The US Navy briefed overseas journalists on Wednesday at a fifth fleet base close to Fujairah, an Emirati port metropolis some 210 kilometres (130 miles) northeast of the capital, Abu Dhabi. There, they confirmed journalists particles recovered from the Kokuka Brave, which they described as together with aluminium and composite metals. Additionally they confirmed a magnet they described as being left behind by the Revolutionary Guard, one in all six apparently sticking the unexploded limpet mine to the ship’s hull. Sailors stated it took two of them and a crowbar to pry it off the ship. These items put collectively have U.S. sailors suspecting the limpet mine got here from Iran. They confirmed an image beforehand shared amongst weapons specialists of a limpet mine on show in Iran, which they stated resembled the one they suspected was used on the ship. That image confirmed a conical mine, some 42 kilograms (90 kilos) in weight, on show with an indication subsequent to it figuring out it as being produced by a analysis firm affiliated with the Revolutionary Guard.”The limpet mine that was used does bear a placing resemblance to that which has been publicly displayed in Iranian navy parades,” Kido stated. “There are distinguishing options.” Kido declined to elaborate. Iran’s mission to the U.N. didn’t instantly reply to a request for remark. The mines had been positioned above the water line. One exploded, punching via the double-hulled ship and sparking a quick hearth. The location of the mines on the vessel makes it “not seem that the intention was to sink the vessel,” Kido stated.”The injury we noticed is according to a limpet mine assault, it isn’t according to an exterior flying object hitting the ship,” Kido stated. Authorities additionally recovered a handprint and fingerprints, he stated. “We recovered biometric info … which can be utilized to construct a legal case to carry the people accountable.” He didn’t elaborate. The second vessel concerned within the assault, the Norwegian-owned Entrance Altair, caught hearth and despatched black smoke up into the air that was seen from house by satellites. Kido didn’t clarify why the U.S. had no fast proof from that vessel. Each at the moment are anchored off the japanese coast of the United Arab Emirates. He additionally declined to debate an earlier, 12 Might assault on 4 oil tankers off the coast of Fujairah close to the U.S. base, which America equally blames on an Iranian limpet mine assault. Analysts additionally imagine these assaults got here from limpet mines. In Iraq on Wednesday, a Katyusha rocket landed at daybreak within the Zubair and Rumeila oil fields camp, operated by the Iraqi Drilling firm, the place Exxon Mobil and different overseas oil corporations have caravans housing their employees, safety official Mahdi Raykan stated. Exxon Mobil, primarily based in Irving, Texas, didn’t instantly reply to a request for remark. In Might, it evacuated workers from the West Qurna one oil area in Basra province. As Washington-Tehran tensions escalated, there have been issues that Iraq might as soon as once more get caught within the center between its two high allies. The nation hosts greater than 5,000 U.S. troops and is residence to highly effective Iranian-backed militias, a few of whom need these U.S. forces to depart. In Might, the U.S. evacuated nonessential diplomatic workers from Iraq. 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A starlit confession

WOOOHOOOO FIRST EPSTAIR OF THE MONTH BABY!! And this one's a big one >:)

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Another quick Epstair. For funsies.

You will all look at my gayass grox NOW

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fake screenshots are fun I think. Got an urge to draw one after watching evangelion with my friends.