#amaia kids.

[world-of-wales]

CATHERINE'S STYLE FILES - 2020

8 NOVEMBER 2020 || The Duchess of Cambridge attebded the National Service of Remembrance at The Cenotaph in London.

[thecatalogueofroyalfashion]

Princess Leonore and Princess Adrienne || Amaia Kids

[charlotte-of-wales]

An endless list of my favorite outfits worn by the Princess of Wales (81/∞):

At Windsor Castle for the final stop of the mini-tour aboard the Royal Train, on December 8th 2020, wearing:

Catherine Walker coat

Troy London ‘Faux Fur Lapel Collar’ in ‘forest green’

Alexander McQueen clutch

Cornelia James ‘Alice’ merino wool pair

Amaia Kids ‘Katie and Millie’ print mask by Amaia Kids

Queen Elizabeth II’s Diamond Frame Earrings

[heauxvibez]

Born Again Virgin III

warning: none, enjoy!

"I'm not sure I can handle this," Amaia whimpered, sinking into Micah's embrace.

Micah held her close, gently stroking her back, offering what comfort she could to her friend who was clearly feeling sexually frustrated.

"But it's only been a few hours," she murmured, pulling Amaia's head to her chest.

"You don't get it. This guy is not just fine. He's like, f-i-o-n-e fine," Amaia explained.

"Wow, that fine?" Micah exclaimed.

Amaia sat up, reaching for her phone on the table. She scrolled through Google images until she found a picture of Roman.

Passing the phone to Micah, she watched as her friend gasped at the sight.

"Oh, Maia. I'll pray for you, girl. You weren't kidding about him being fine. He's definitely something," Micah remarked.

Amaia sighed, snatching her phone back. Micah could sense the weight of the situation. Amaia was committed to her vow of abstinence, and if she broke it, it would hit her hard.

"How about this," Micah suggested, swiftly taking the phone and securing it before placing it back on the table.

She interlocked her fingers, her eyes gleaming with a plan.

"Why don't you slip into something cozy, and then we can binge-watch some Martin?"

"Really?" Amaia's voice sparkled with excitement.

"I can't think of a better way to spend my day off, boo."

"Well, alrighty then."

Amaia bounded off the couch, dashing into her bedroom like an eager child.

Micah chuckled, clicking the remote and queuing up all five seasons of Martin on HBO Max.

As she hit play, a few knocks echoed at the door. She approached the door, peering through the peephole.

A slight frown creased her lips. The figure was too tall to see clearly. In a world where danger lurked around every corner, she hesitated to open the door to a stranger.

People can be unpredictable. One misstep could lead to a kidnapping, harm, and all sorts of awful scenarios. She was definitely a worst-case scenario type of thinker. Right now, opening the door felt like a risky move.

"Who is it?!" she called out, her ear pressed against the cold, polished wood.

"Your new neighbor," a deep voice replied.

Ah, yes, the new neighbor. She recalled seeing boxes in the hallway earlier, even stumbling over one as she fetched her mail.

With a click, the door swung open, revealing the towering figure leaning against the frame.

His eyes widened with concern as he observed the smaller woman's startled expression.

It was the same guy Amaia had shown her a picture of.

"Um, hey... I'm your new neighbor, Joe. I came to introduce myself, but by the look on your face, I'm guessing you already knew that," he chuckled.

"Micah, who's that?" Amaia queried, pulling her braids into a neat ponytail.

Micah slammed the door, shutting out the person on the other side.

"Just some... uh, girl scouts... selling, you know, girl scout stuff. Cookies and..stuff. I told them we didn't want anything.." she stammered with a nervous giggle.

Their new neighbor persisted despite Micah's efforts to make the man disappear. Micah let out a grunt.

"Seriously, dude," she muttered under her breath.

"Move," Amaia gently nudged her friend aside, taking matters into her own hands. With a bright smile, she flung the door open, anticipating a troop of uniformed children clutching boxes of cookies.

But her excitement quickly turned into shock when she laid eyes on the familiar face, causing her to let out a startled scream that made the man jump.

"Joe?!"

He grinned. "Hey, Amaia. Didn't know you lived here too."

Shaking her head to regain composure, Amaia asked, "What do you mean, 'lived here too'?"

"I just moved in. I'm your new neighbor, right across from you," Joe explained.

This ain't nothin' but the Devil's work.

"Are you okay?" Roman noticed, observing Amaia's twitching eye, a telltale sign of her losing her shit.

"I'm fine," she replied through clenched teeth, her voice strained.

He flashed his perfect teeth once more, pulling her into a tight embrace. "I guess I'll be seeing you a lot more often, neighbor," he remarked, emphasizing the words as he squeezed her tightly.

Reluctantly, Amaia returned the hug. The sensation of his muscles through his shirt against her own body made her weak.

She could have stayed there forever.

But the disappointment hit when he released her. Despite her inner turmoil, she forced a smile as he made his way across the hall to his condo.

"See you tomorrow," he called out, loud enough for her to hear, as he unlocked his door.

"Yeah, see you tomorrow," Amaia whispered, slowly closing the door before sliding down against it.

With a whimper, she bit her lip, battling her inner desires.

"How am I supposed to do this? He's so sexy, and perfect, and he smells so good. Did you hear his voice? It sounds like sex. Not only do I have to work for him, I live 8 feet away from him as well. I can't."

Micah squatted down in front of Amaia, taking her hands into hers.

"Listen, you're going to get through this virgin thing, okay? You know why? Because I'm going to help you. I'll make sure you don't do anything with any man, no matter how fine he is... Jesus, and he is fine."

Amaia lightly slapped Micah's hand. "What? He is! You're lucky I'm not a triflin' ass friend, or I'd be over there knocking boots. But watch out for Kaydence, she'll steal your man."

Amaia rolled her eyes. "He's not my man. She can have him. I'm not feeling him like that. I just find him attractive."

"Yeah, right. I know you. I can tell when you're into someone, and you were not trying to let that man go."

"Psh, I've only known him for a few hours."

"And knowing you, you fall for people within a couple of days. That's why you're always having one-night stands. You get it in once, and no feelings are involved because they're out of your bed before the sun comes up."

Her face scrunched up in confusion. "That doesn't even make sense."

"You don't make sense!" Micah chuckled.

"Whatever," Amaia laughed, getting up and walking to the couch with her roommate trailing behind her.

They watched two seasons of Martin before both falling asleep on the couch.

Knocks against their door woke Amaia up. Groaning, she checked the time on her phone.

12:32 AM

Rubbing the crust from her eyes, she approached the door, already knowing who it was without bothering to look through the peephole.

"Kaydence, why are you always forgetting your keys every nig—Joe?" she asked, surprised to see her neighbor instead of her best friend.

Joe rubbed the back of his neck, hesitating with his movements, clearly consumed by his thoughts. His bottom lip caught between his teeth, looking amazing even though he was only wearing plaid pajama pants and a black t-shirt.

His eyes wandered over Amaia's body, taking in her attire—a loose-fitting black tank top and black boxer shorts that hugged her figure. Her thick, ebony legs secretly drove him crazy. He'd kill to have those wrapped around his waist.

He would be lying if he said Amaia hadn't been on his mind all day. Since seeing her, he couldn't shake her image from his thoughts. To him, she was perfection, flawless in every way.

He considered it a blessing that she worked for him and lived right across from him.

A blush crept across Amaia's cheeks as he continued to scan her body with his dark eyes. She became nervous as he stepped closer, his gaze fixated on her lips. His hands wrapped around her waist, bending down to kiss her.

She wanted to stop him, but it felt like she was paralyzed.

When his lips touched hers, she melted into his embrace. Grabbing onto his biceps, she slipped her tongue between his lips, forgetting about her rule against sex.

Roman moaned into the kiss, his hands moving to grab her bottom.

Now they were in her doorway, lost in each other, oblivious to the world around them.

He pulled away, sucking on her bottom lip in the process.

Her breathing was uneven, stomach full of butterflies as he panting against her lips.

"I just came to say goodnight.."

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Yall foldin'? Or would you be able to resist?

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[thatliminal-wanderer]

Traumacore ID Pack

Requested by 🫀🪽anon

Names:

Abaddon, Addy, Amaia, Amanita, Amelia, Anahera, Angela, Angelette, Angelica, Angelina, Angelo, Angerona, Aniela, Ariel, Ashley, Auiak, Ava, Bacia, Balaksha, Benjamin, Blaire, Blessed, Bomma, Bronach, Cael, Castiel, Cessiar, Charolette, Chimie, Chisuke, Chrissa, Claudie, Cordelia, Corinne, Deirdre, Desemona, Dol, Dolores, Eden, Elijah, Ember, Emma, Engel, Evangeline, Evelyn, Eztli, Felicity, Gabriel, Gabriela, Gwen, Halia, Henry, Ichigo, Isabella, Itishree, James, Jophiel, Laveda, Leah, Liam, Lola, Lucas, Luna, Mallory, Mia, Michael, Mugdha, Nathaniel, Nishkapata, Noah, Oliver, Olivia, Perdita, Ramiel, Raphael, Raziel, Riju, Sariel, Seraphina, Sophia, Theodore, Tristan, Uriel, Valeji, William, Zaccheus, Zadkiel, Zelenka

Pronouns:

blood/bloods, cloud/clouds, cor/corrupt/corrupts, de/dec/decays, dull/dulls, empty/emptys, fall/falls, fi/figure/figures, flower/flowers, fun/fungus, gore/gores, hum/hums, inno/innocent/innocents, kid/kiddy/kiddies, knife/knives, melancholy/melancholies, mist/mists, mud/muds, nostalgia/nostalgias, plush/plushes, prey/preys, pure/pures, rot/rots, sacred/sacreds, sick/sicks, soi/soil/soils, somber/sombers, sorrow/sorrows, spoil/spoils, stitch/stitches, stuff/stuffie/stuffies, taint/taints, thread/threads, to/toy/toys, toy/toys, void/voids, ☠️/☠️s, ⛓️/⛓️s, ❤️‍🩹/❤️‍🩹s, 🌘/🌘s, 🌪️/🌪️s, 🎈/🎈s, 🎭/🎭s, 🏚️/🏚️s, 🐁/🐁s, 🐇/🐇s, 🐊/🐊s, 🐍/🐍s, 🐛/🐛s, 🐡/🐡s, 👤/👤s, 💉/💉s, 💔/💔s, 💭/💭s, 📌/📌s, 🔇/🔇s, 🕊️/🕊️s, 🕷️/🕷️s, 🕸️/🕸️s, 🚨/🚨s, 🚫/🚫s, 🚬/🚬s, 🥀/🥀s, 🥉/🥉s, 🥣/🥣s, 🥩/🥩s, 🦈/🦈s, 🦝/🦝s, 🦷/🦷s, 🧫/🧫s, 🧸/🧸s, 🩸/🩸s, 🩹/🩹s, 🪡/🪡s, 🪰/🪰s, 🪱/🪱s, 🪳/🪳s, 🪶/🪶s, 🪽/🪽s, 🫀/🫀s, 🫗/🫗s

Titles:

The Bloody [One/Angel/Your choice of Animal], The Blurry Nostalgic, The One Which Feels Broken, The One Who Grew Up Too Fast, The One Who Lost [prn] Innocents, The One With a Broken Childhood, The Traumatized One, [prn] Which Wants [prn] Childhood Back, [prn] Who Feels Like a Broken Doll, [prn] Who Hides [prn] Trauma Behind Cute Images

Genders:

Aesthetitraumic, Angelcoretraumic, Auroracoretraumic, Babycoretraumic, Beaniebabytraumic, Beastwoundgender, Bettertraumic, Brokenangelic, Brokendollic, Childhoodgender, Corrangelic, Corrinnogender.exe, Crayongender, Cybercoretraumic, Dangerlinetraumic, Dontraumic, Dreamsweetraumic ,Filthangelic, Foxcoretraumic, Foxplushtraumic, Genderfangel, Ghostklahomic, Guardetrayal/Trascguardetrayal/Tremguardetrayal, Hallowtraumic/Eastraumic/Julytraumic, Ingeluse, Inochuld, Kindetravio, Liminalspacestalgic, Lolitatraumic, Lostboy, Memoridemic, Mychemancetraumic/Mychemancetraumix, Nostbackplushic/Kenostbackplushic, Novemberaintraumic, Nursedollic, Oreotraumic, Pateretraumic, Pinkanifuraum, Psychosocialtraumic, Recovertraumic, Sacrilambtraumic, Snuftraumic, Sweetchildtraumic, Teremuskin, Traumacoric, UYI1traumic/UYI1traumix, UYI2traumic/UYI2traumix, Vantablackic, Virstuel, Wistigender, Wolfplushtraumic, Xenohoardtraumic

Other MOGAI:

Alderpelosgui, Assigned Void Doll at Birth/AVDAB, Brokenwingsdernic, Fallevior, Innocentperspesque, Traumavesi, Unholy Omninoun

[brf-rumortrackinganon]

I respect that you don't cover minor children but I am interested if you can find out anything about the Sussex merching Archie. I feels this reflects more on the parents than the innocent child.

September 25, 2019 was the "Arch meets Archie" engagement in South Africa. This was the first real look anyone had of the baby. Fashion label H&M posted Archie's photo on their website with the jumper he was wearing. Almost immediately it was removed bc apparently the UK Advertising Standards Authority will not allow merching of royal children.

I am skeptical that H&M would do this without the parents permission. CP Victoria wears their clothes frequently and they never use her for ads. Perhaps Sunshine Sachs arranged this behind the BRFs back? I bet they could have gotten $500K. This entire incident has been scrubbed from the internet but plenty of articles remain detailing what he wore. Harry merched Dior at the coronation and MM is selling stress patches. I wouldn't put it past them to sell their kid. Apologies if you have already covered this.

Well, my computer blue-screen-of-death'd mid-answer so...shit and I don't feel like rewriting everything.

But essentially, yes. Meghan did try to merch Archie. The one H&M ad is the only sell she could make.

And we know she tried to merch Archie because she tried to sell his baby pictures to a magazine but, obviously, no takers. The proof:

Her PR was dropping hints left and right about it, including how much she was looking for.

She played the "you can only see parts of the baby and not his face" game that all celebs play when they want a People payday for their baby. We didn't get a clear photo of Archie's face until the christening.

The controversy around the rules Meghan and Harry issued to their Windsor neighbors reek of someone who was worried about neighbors selling photos of their kid (and missing out on a payday) than protecting his privacy.

We also know that Meghan was trying to sell/merch Lili too when she was born. We did get similar PR hinting that the opportunity was available and what kind of price Meghan wanted for it and of course, no takers there either since we didn't see her face until her 1st birthday in pictures taken at Frogmore for the Platinum Jubilee. I think Meghan thought that if she made it look like they were back in the royal fold, she'd have an easier time selling Lili's photo but, again, didn't work.

My gut feeling is that she'll try to merch the kids again when they're a little older, especially Lili. Charlotte is 9 now and growing out of cute kiddie clothing. Meghan might try to launch Lili as the next fashionable toddler princess. (But it goes without saying that it won't work because Charlotte entering pre-teen years and being too big for Amaia Kids means a lot of parents are waiting to see what she wears next/how Kate dresses her as an older kid because, let's admit it, girls' fashion these days is...complicated.)

Edit: Archived link for the "too big for Amaia Kids" article

[sparrow-flight]

Operation STATIC SHOCK

[4413 words, 23 minutes]

This letter was written in a sketchbook stored in Agent HROTHGAR’s locker. It is written in a blend of Ingush and Russian.

Operation STATIC SHOCK 13 FEB 2017

First operation. Helvetia Branch 4 headquarters in Rio, Brazil. Amaia is late, and Melydice immediately jumps on the opportunity to tell it’s a good habit to be on time. What a great start. I am not looking forward to her talkative presence.

Arquette tells us about the case. A static worm came out of a man. Two people have been bit. No one knows how it happened or what it means, but he has an idea: it’s because of a drug people have been trying to send out. He doesn’t know where it’s from. I guess that’s our job now.

He drops a duffel on the table: 1 pistol for each of us. He empties the bag and leaves as Fisher enters, who mutters about missing the meeting. Again, Melydice scolds him. Even though we flew here on the same plane, he apparently had another meeting before this one.

Arquette immediately starts walking out. Fisher chases after him and we follow. We go outside to see the van we’ll be using: a Benz sprinter. The kind I’ll tell the kids to avoid. We use it to go to the crime scene, an apartment. Arquette starts it. Fisher sits in shotgun, opens a laptop, and we go in. God, it was really fucking hot in there. But if I took our uniform jacket off, Arquette will scold me. Or worse, Melydice.

Speaking of Melydice, she mentions logistical issues with another agent to Arquette. I thought it was about Molly, who was supposed to be here. But apparently she wasn’t here because of food poisoning (she ate seafood for her birthday). Anyway, Arquette tells Melydice to leave the files on his desk. I don’t think the rest of us were supposed to hear that, because he looks back at us after saying that while driving. Fisher takes over the wheel while that happens.

We’re still on the way to the apartment. I’ll continue writing after we investigate.

---

We arrive. The three junkies and the five cops are there. Arquette parks and tells us to get out. He and Fisher are only here to babysit (they have another task to do). So I go talk to the police and the junkies immediately. I don’t want to spend more time here than necessary. I ask them what happened. One of them wonders if they’re allowed to tell us. I don’t know what to do, so I look at our babysitters. Arquette mouths, “Lie”.

This is going terribly already.

Melydice does the talking again. She says we’re back up. Obviously they don’t know who we are, who called us in, and know none of us are locals. But I guess they’re shaken enough to let it slip. He tells us about the call to the apartment. A worm came out of someone’s chest like the “conjuring” (I don’t know what that is). 

After that, Melydice takes charge of the group. She suggests searching the apartment and investigating wounds. Yona checks the junkie’s and officer’s wound: swollen, developed new tissue (Metasised? Metastasized? I don’t know what that is), and static-like. The junkie’s scar is worse than the officer’s. Melydice then says to split the group: two to talk to junkies (Tatsu, Melydice), three to search the apartment (Amaia, Yona, me).

The three of us see the body the worm tore through. Yona inspects the body. She says its nerve channels are scrambled, repurposed by alien signals. The pineal gland also grew a radar organ that broadcasted signals. I don’t understand what any of that means, but it doesn’t sound good.

I use the UV light on my gun to look for the drugs. They weren’t good at hiding them. It’s just in the cupboard: small vials of glowing pink liquid. I give it to Yona. She asks me what drug I think it is. I don’t know why.

Amaia figures out the drug’s taken with a syringe, so I suggest looking for them. I help Yona with my UV light. She finds one syringe easily with equipment to test drug purity. I continue shining normal light on her. Yona reads the test results and says the drug is nootropic (heightens senses). Fisher was right. She is useful.

Then, I search the bag the needle came from. It’s filled with university textbooks and notebooks. A student’s. I take the bag. Amaia checks the body and finds a wallet. His name was Ted, 22. He was just three years older than Hrodwyn. Poor kid.

I check for any signs of other people being here, and then we leave to join Melydice and Tatsu.

Outside, they tell us about their talk with the junkies (Vito, Mike). Vito thinks he needs to go to a hospital. Melydice says he will, after answering her questions. So he does. The flat belonged to Ted. Vito and Mike were there only for a hit. Neither are the suppliers. This was Ted’s third time taking the drug. It’s the first for Vito and Mike.

Vito said the drug was called “Pink”, or “Fuzz”. It lets you see everything, like “mega LSD”. It lets you see everything, and everything sees you. At the crime scene after taking the drug, Ted opened his mouth. Static came out, and then the worm came out and bit Vito.

Melydice asks where Ted got the drug from. He got it at a comic store. He used a sign up sheet for a game room (Magi Nation, Jyhad, some dead game), asked for 30 minutes, and the dealers showed up. Vito and Mike have never gone to the store.

Tatsu gets his turn and asks Vito how he and Mike knew Ted and the drugs (Ted was their university friend). And then he tells him how things aren’t so fun with drugs involved. Vito tells him to fuck off. Even then, Tatsu tries to medicate Vito’s wound, even though he has no idea what to do with it. What a strange man.

Melydice reconfirms if it was Vito and Mike’s first time. Vito confirms. He says they saw other worlds with the drug and refuse to take it again. He also tells us there are other users besides the three of them. They all know to sign up for the dead game.

By the way, while this was happening, Vito keeps asking Melydice to go to a hospital and to see a doctor. And each time, Melydice tells him she’ll let him only after he answers her questions. It’s good that she’s efficient. That’ll get me home sooner. But I remember he’s just a kid and feel a bit bad for him. In the end, Yona was the one who treated Vito.

Melydice starts questioning the bitten officer. She asks if it was a wild animal report. The officer says yes. And then Melydice insists that it was a wild animal he saw. The officer describes the same thing as the one before and whenever he says monster, Melydice talks over him to say wild animal. I don’t know how convincing she thinks she is…

This is when an officer approaches Arquette and Fisher to ask them questions. So I walk between them, tell Arquette we’re done and we can leave. But the officer still tries asking me who we are. I tell him it’s not his business. He says it is. I don’t know what to say. But Melydice likes to talk and she’s good at talking to people. So I point at Melydice. Ask her. Not me.

That worked. He goes to her. As she says we’re private investigators working under an NDA for a private health firm, I see her slip her wallet out, and she makes sure the officer sees it. I shouldn’t be surprised she’s not above that. And I figure I should be there for extra support, unfortunately, if things go dirty.

I don’t really follow what she says, but standing there seemed to work. The officer asks us to “show credentials” but instead, brings us aside and opens his hand, expecting money. I am not spending a single cent for the job. So it’s good that Melydice is. The officer takes her money.

At this point, it has been 1 hour and 20 minutes. Cops have been here 15 minutes: they’ve been here for 1h and 45 minutes total. In that time, Vito’s wound went from the fresh state of the officer’s to the worse state it is in now. We don’t have much time.

We agree on a plan: Arquette and Fisher will drive the victims to a hospital and will drop us off at Stoneburner Comics (we got the address from one of the junkies). Fisher also changes into his suit, for some reason. It’s a 15 minute drive to the comic store. We just arrived, so I’ll continue writing later.

---

The comic store is empty, except for some people. The sign up sheet at the front is easy to find. 20 people have signed up for dead games. 20 people have signed up for death.

Melydice takes a picture of the list and writes down Yona’s name. Hm. The store owner sees us and reaches for his phone. I thought he was onto us. So I walk over and put his phone down. Just in case. I say we’re only here for a good time. He doesn’t say anything. 

I can’t fucking believe what I’m about to do. You would never let me live this down. 

I sling my arm over Melydice’s shoulder to convince him that we’re only here for a good time with friends. That was all for fucking nothing, because he wasn’t convinced. So I try to ask who he was calling, but he’s too scared to answer! Why is he so scared? I don’t understand. I’m trying very hard to be nice, especially with my arm around fucking Melydice. I’m sure you’d agree. Right?

Melydice does calm him down in the end, and the owner says that he was going to call the dealers… until I put the phone down. God. What a sick joke. How was I supposed to know?? He could’ve just told me. At least Melydice has talked sense into the owner and I can leave. But Melydice holds the back of my jacket so I can’t. Bastard. At least I can write all this down before the dealers get here.

---

20 minutes later, Arquette calls Melydice from the hospital. He’s posing as a doctor and says the kids’ wounds are growing. Since Melydice has the information on the wounds and drugs, he asks her for help. Melydice calls Yona outside for her to relay what she knows to Henri. She thinks amputation is not a good idea, but remembers the radar organ in the pineal gland. In the living victims, the radar may be sending or receiving signals. She suggests surgery to remove it. Arquette tells Fisher to find out if there is a basement: if there is, put the victims there. If that doesn’t work, trepanation. He speaks French and hangs up.

Then the dealers arrive, and we go into a game room. The dealers are 2 people. First: 7’ man, shit posture, bald patch on neck. He doesn’t have hair. Instead, it’s… long, thin cattails poking out of his head? Second: 5’ woman, all muscle, looks very sunburnt except for the glyph on her head. Strangely, I think I recognise it. Maybe from a book I’ve seen. It’s from another world, so she’s definitely not from this place. Maybe from this planet, but not of this… realm. Maybe you’d known more about it, Lin. Ah, but if you were here, I wouldn’t bring you into this mess.

The man is the one who talks. He asks how many we want. Melydice asks how many they have. The man opens his bag, showing 20 vials. Tatsu asks if they’re the only suppliers, and the man says they are.

I ask how much it is. It’s 4000 Real. God. I’m not spending that much for this job, and I’m especially NOT spending that much for drugs! I say it’s too expensive and leave. The rest follow. The dealers are upset and stare at us, but I don’t care. All I need to do is know their car. I see it, write down the licence plate in this sketchbook, and draw the symbol on the woman’s head. Melydice calls Fisher to pick us up.

When Arquette and Fisher arrive, I show them my sketchbook. Fisher goes to his computer and gets the car’s information. It includes the owner's apartment address. We leave immediately.

Fisher drives fast. Very fast. Arquette quickly gives our breaching order. Tatsu goes in first with his sword (why is he using a sword??). I’m next to throw a flashbang to cover him. Melydice gets the shotgun and goes next. Amaia and Yona are door guards.

We arrive. As Fisher and Arquette wait at separate exits, we don our kevlar vests and scopes and storm up to the fourth floor. Tatsu kicks down the door, and the skull on the table screams like a death whistle.

My gut tightens. Melydice kicks the skull. It shatters and stops screaming. The dealers aren’t here but others will hear it. We need to move fast.

Messy room. Takeout boxes everywhere. There’s a couch with a broken frame. Something heavy broke it, maybe. A pile of laundry behind it. I smell it before seeing it. Oily. Disgusting. There’s also a blue-grey metal gong on the wall. It doesn’t have any symbols on it.

Rooms: living room, bedroom, bathroom, kitchen. Amaia and Yona stand guard. Melydice checks the bedroom. I cover her. There’s a wardrobe and closet. The bed… is a mess. Medication, handguns, blood and… semen samples, candy, and coloured lamps shaped like a round cartoon cat. Very cute. Hygd might like it. Melydice checks under the bed. There’s nothing. I open one of the candies. Normal candy. I check the sample labels. Only has names and words ‘blood’ or ‘semen’. 

Melydice checks the closet. I watch her back. No clothes. But there’s a body. McDonalds cashier. Opened up. Missing organs. Walls smeared with no-scent incense. No wonder there’s no smell. But I can imagine it. He was just a kid. Really still a kid. He was just Merethel’s age. 17 years old.

Melydice asks Yona to inspect the body while calling her “sweetie”... Meanwhile, I shine UV light on the corpse, the closet (just smears), and the rest of the room. There’s nothing much. Melydice checks the wardrobe. It’s designed to suspend a person (there’s a harness dangling from the top).

Melydice checks on Yona and asks if something is wrong, as if there’s nothing wrong with a teenager being ripped apart. Yona says his chest was crudely opened and it is empty. Heart, lungs, stomach, liver, all gone. Though his pancreas is still there. There are signs of struggle: he was serrated open while alive. I’ve seen all sorts of things before. You know that, Lin. But this… now that the job’s done, my mind keeps going back to Merethel.

Anyway, Melydice thanks her. The kid has no identification on him, so I take a picture of his face and the room. I wonder if his parents know. They should.

Tatsu checks the kitchen: cabinets, oven, a fridge. He opens the fridge. There are sheets and sheets of fatty skin marinating in plastic bags, their colours changing to the light. The oven has wooden boxes. The cabinet has lighters, incense, crystal necklaces. Tatsu goes back to the boxes to open them, and there’s a shit ton of Pink.

In the bedroom, I check for fingerprints on the items on the bed again with my UV light. I ask Yona to record the fingerprints, and we both gather the rest of the evidence. Yona categorises them to bag them. For the 5 handguns, I turn on the safety, unload them, keep one magazine on me and hand one to Yona. She thanks me. I distribute the other magazines to the other agents. Tatsu joins us to help.

Amaia suddenly locks the door and puts a chair under the handle. We stare at her. She says she hears the dealers’ voices echoing up the stairwell. They’re coming. There’s no key. The dealers have it on them. 

I quickly check the bathroom. There are two sets of helmets and “shoulder pads” (I searched it up later: gorget). On the shower curtains are glyphs. They look like computer writing. I tell the other agents. Melydice and Tatsu checks.

Melydice reads the glyphs:

WHEN THE CURTAIN IS DRAWN FROM ONE SIDE TO THE OTHER, THE GATE OPENS.

Tatsu reads more:

SHOULD YOU OPEN IT, THE AIR WILL FREEZE. IT WILL LEAD TO THE FEATURELESS PLANE AND THE MONITOR WILL CARRY YOU TO THE BORDERWORLD. THE WHIPLASH IS FATAL WITHOUT NECK PROTECTION.

Tatsu also tells us about the Pink in the oven. But there’s no time to do anything about it now! We put our backs to the wall: Melydice to one side of the door, Tatsu to the other. We hear them coming, talking in a strange language. Amaia hears the woman fiddle with the keys and twist it. The man says something in a low tone. They speak in hushed voices.

And then the man speaks in English. He stutters. “What-what-what do-do you-you-you want?”

Surprisingly, he seems… genuine. Open to talk. And nervous. Good. I ask if he wants to live. Silence. Then, from the other side of the door, after whispering with the woman, the man says the gong blocks out sound from the room. If we want to negotiate, we open the door.

Melydice removes the chair from the doorknob and opens the door. She tells them to put their hands on their heads and walk in. The outer layer of the woman’s skin looks like it’s made of stone, while the man’s skin is peeling off. Tatsu notices the skin looks like the one in the fridge.

When they see our guns, the man, who’s 2 feet taller than the woman, tries to hide behind her. He’s trembling. Melydice says there’s nothing to be scared of if they follow our instructions. The man grips the woman’s shoulders. She shrugs them off. Tries to. Says she’ll put her hands up because the man’s too much of a bitch to.

We keep the guns on them. Melydice keeps threatening them. The woman says not to do anything funny and threatens us with two stone eggs in her hands…

I notice the man eyes the bathroom. I follow his gaze and look back at him with a raised eyebrow. The woman says to not look at him, to look at her, and to ask her questions. 

Amaia closes the door. Melydice asks where they get the drugs from. The woman asks why, saying we probably already have some. But we don’t care about that. We want to know where they’re from. The woman says ‘Mechanics’.

Melydice asks her to elaborate, but the woman instead comments about how calm we are, as if we’ve seen these things before. (No idea what they’re talking about, but alright.) She explains they’re not from this world, which is obvious at this point. Then she explains where they get the drug from. Pink is fuel they get from mechanics of their world that’s used to fix communication devices. They sell it here because it’s cheap back home. They come here, take human materials (the ones on the bed), and sell them back at their home.

I ask about the skin in the fridge. They’re disguises to look like humans. It’s what the man wears, but it doesn’t look good on him. He’s too stressed for it to work. I ask about the kid in the closet. Organ trafficking. Some things still stay the same across worlds, huh?

I also ask what the rock eggs do. She asks if we want to find out. Tatsu and I say no. As Melydice reaches to her pocket, the woman’s hands tighten around the eggs. But all Melydice wants to do is to call Arquette.

Some time later, we hear his voice: “Room service.” Amaia opens the door. Arquette and Fisher enter. Fisher’s two fists are held in front of him and when the door closes, a flaming sword appears in his hands. You would’ve loved seeing that. The sword, I mean. It sounds like the story about the sword in the stone you tell me about. The one with Merlin, right?

Arquete gets more information out of the drug dealers. They’re from a city called the Borderworld, made by extinct aliens. It’s filled with refugees from other universes. Traffickers, sorcerers, slavers, awful people. Also slaves. These two go between both worlds through gates like the bathroom, trying to keep low because both worlds hate them. So they do a bad job in both worlds. Money’s tight. They have a hard time keeping it. Besides Pink, they also sell machetes (made out of meteoric iron, intricately engraved, very useful for combat), protective equipment, necklaces (good for defence, guns will be useless with them).

And then, instead of killing them or arresting them, Arquette decides to negotiate with them for some goddamn reason. If they stop selling drugs and stop killing people, Helvetia will keep them alive as payment for their goods. He continues to threaten the woman, cornering her, and intimidates her into dropping the stone eggs, the snake. She complies. Nothing happens.

Arquette tells Melydice to bag the eggs as evidence and to take them away. We can handle the aliens as we please. As we do so, Melydice tells them they’re lucky we were told not to kill them. The woman also spits out an amulet and her skin turns to normal.

I hold Fisher back. Since he’s the computer guy I thought he could, I don’t know, track the kid’s face and find his parents. And I don’t need to use English to talk to him. He says he’ll take care of it. No parent wouldn’t want to know their kid has been torn up like that. It’ll be a closed casket funeral, and he’ll find the kid’s parents.

We’re the last to leave. Fisher tells me that even if it doesn’t look like it, this was a job well done. It sure as hell doesn’t feel like it. It doesn’t feel like anything.

Everyone gets in the van. The woman and man are handcuffed. Arquette fixes the disguise on the man, looks through the evidence bags, and keeps one of the cat lamps. I’m glad I kept one in my bag. Hygd’s going to love it. I hope she will. He also talks about keeping one of the lighters even though Fisher says Arquette doesn’t smoke anymore.

Arquette tells the prisoners that they’ll be kept in a special cell where Melydice can visit them. Melydice interrupts, saying he's making another mistake by keeping them. Arqutte says it’s better to keep them out of others’ hands, even though there are other ways of doing that. The prisoners also have weapons and defences that are good for Helvetia. Melydice leans back into her seat: “Don’t say I didn't warn you, Mr. Arquette.” Arquette trusts her to take care of him when he gets over his head.

I’m writing part of this as we drive back to headquarters. I also take another cat lamp: something for Molly’s birthday. She’s still young. She might like it. Yona takes two of them. Tatsu and Amaia take incense.

We arrive at headquarters. Fucking Arquette had the same idea as me and gave his cat lamp to Molly! Melydice tells her to throw it away because it’s “touched by devils”. I think it’s more important for her to know they were left next to blood and semen samples. I give my second cat lamp to Molly since I don’t know what to do with a spare. I tell her to not listen to Melydice, but that she may want to wash her hands because of the blood and semen samples. I clarify that the samples weren’t on the bed. They were in the tubes. So the lamps are at least that clean.

Arquette and Fisher talk to each other in French as we follow them into an office. Arquette says we did good. And the bastard reveals he made us wear the uniforms to make the mission harder for us! He wants us to make sure we have the right clothes with the right situation. Obviously we already know that. A fucking six year old would know that!

He also reveals the police were under his pay. Apparently, when the cops at the apartment called their office, it also went to Helvetia. This won’t always be the case for our operations, though. Then he talks about the other Helvetia branches (we’re in the South American one). The North American branch was killed off. A prisoner from there either escaped or was broken out. The African branch killed themselves. The Asian branch is dying out. There’s only Europe, Antarctica, South America, and Australia left. Melydice raises an eyebrow at Arquette. I can hear her say “I told you so”.

We’ll get a message in late April to get our clearances, whatever that means. We’re also supposed to get “mandated therapy sessions” as well. I also don’t understand what that means, but I don’t care either. Because of the list of 20 we gathered, we got paid well. Very well. And most importantly, I can finally go home.

My flight home isn’t until tomorrow, so I’m writing this from my hotel room while lying on my bed. To be honest, I don’t know why I wrote this. I thought this would’ve been like those books you like to read. But even if you were here and I was stuck in Helvetia, I would never show this to you. It’s sick. And I’ll get killed for that, too.

I guess I can’t help it. Maybe in another world where all this was just make-believe, you would’ve liked reading these. And it’s always nice to write to you. It’s like you’re still here, listening to me. And I would really like you to be here right now.

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Amaia, Melydice, Tatsu, and Yona belong to and were played by other @daruqin, @katastrofish, @mintrhine, and @inkysatell respectively. Arquette and Fisher belong to and were played by our game master @theroyalzealot.

This campaign session was based on the scenario "The Signal Smugglers" by mellonbread.

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[willows-pjo-ocs]

Thinking about how Amaia, Kiara, and Marilene would all be low-key jealous of Odette

Mainly Amaia

How dare this random kid who has no relation to her have a better relationship with her mom than she does. How dare her mother seemingly favor this kid over her.

Odette gets to have a kind sort of mother figure with Selene. That's all Amaia ever wanted was to have a nice present mother.

Instead, all Selene ever did for her was help worsen her father's addiction issues, leading to her running away. In Amaia's eyes, Selene never cared about her. She never tried to help her in any way. Or at least keep an eye on things.

[emilmoreno]

Full Name: Emiliano Tomás Moreno Nickname: Emil Age & Birthday: 33 - November 20th.  Occupation: Marine Welder Preferred Pronouns & Gender: He/him & cis-male Sexuality: Heterosexual Hometown: Briar Ridge, South Carolina. Neighborhood: Beach Front Family: Isabel 'Isa' Moreno - 9 year old daughter.

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trigger warnings: car accident.

Born locally, Emil had what he would consider a mostly fairly middle of the road childhood. He often felt a bit detached from his parents, but he wanted for very little outside of perhaps a more socially stimulating environment. His uncle who was deemed by his ma as the ‘wild’ one of her family is very close to him.

A lot of times it was his uncle that took him to tee-ball, and sat in the stands all through his schooling years on the field.

Just as he was about to pack his bags and get out of dodge on a baseball scholarship, he experienced one of his first real upsets in life. His ma was in a bad car crash, and had to go through physical therapy. With medical bills and her needing help around the house, Emil put off college.

A semester turned into a year plus, but eventually with luck on his side and some help from his high school sweetheart’s family - Emil left town for his belated start out in San Diego on scholarship and studying physical therapy.

Everything was going pretty swimmingly, even his long distance relationship and he was so close to making the draft that he could practically hear the stadium crowds cheering for him. but alas life had one more curve ball for him & he was given the news that Amaia was pregnant and Emil immediately dropped everything to go back home.

Things went downhill from there in the years to follow. Between his own emotional distress of giving up his dream, there was a lot of tension between him and Amaia that he thought getting married could somehow fix. When it didn’t, the pair had a really ugly divorce and a custody battle you’d expect to be run by Judge Judy. Amaia was successful in painting Emil poorly and in the end, though he’d get visitations, he lost the custody battle for Isabel.

Having followed in his father’s footsteps upon coming back home, Emil nowadays has a very steady career. Though none of it is what he imagined he would be doing growing up he’s far from miserable, he’s adapted pretty well. Being able to turn his welding experience into his own thing by getting all his diving certifications definitely helped him settle in. Coaching tee-ball and being a sub for a local softball team certainly helps as well. The main stress in his life currently is dealing with his ex-wife and having to sometimes fight tooth and nail to get his owed visitations etc. with Isa. It doesn’t help that she’s old enough to ask questions Emil doesn’t always have an answer to, like why she has to stay with her mother. He’s stable enough that he’d like to go back to court, but he’s a little nervous it���d be hard on Isa and that he has less of a leg to stand on when Amaia has had her for as long as she has.

Fun facts:

he has a husky named Hercules after the dog in The Sandlot.

can be a bit of a thrill seeker. Likes roller coasters, dancing, and spontaneous road trips.

technically has enough diving certifications he could be a diving instructor but has little interest.  

owns way too many jerseys kind of sports fan, has seasonal tickets. supports a lot of local teams.

has a serious shellfish allergy, which is slightly amusing given the local cuisine.

likes #DadJokes and always has a snack on him because of either Isa or the kids he coaches for tee-ball.

[overlyprotectiveheadcounselor]

Intro post

Hello! I'm Marilene, the head counselor of the Selene cabin. Some of my siblings made these so I figured I should join in, especially since we're not using @willows-pjo-ocs as much.

Age: 19

Pronouns: she/they

Sexuality: probably straight? I dont put tok much thought into labels

Godly parent: Selene

Powers: I can 'see' anything that the moon is in line of sight of (one part of the earth in the day the other part at night since thats how day and night work) (nothing underground plus trees and stuff) to a degree. It takes a good bit of energy and focus and stuff since I'm not a goddess. Limited photokinesis and umbrakinesis though I am better at photokinesis. I can shadow travel. Like Kiara, my sister, I can heal. But only at night. I was the one who taught Kiara. I also gain strength from the moon. It does not change when the moon is new, since the moon is still out.

Siblings: @kiaradaughterofselene @sophia-hunter-of-artemis @born-of-moonlight @daughter-ofthe-moontitan @the-little-moonie

I've also adopted @vicious-daughter-of-zeus as my little sister

Ooc under the cut

Hello! I'm the moderator for this blog and @willows-pjo-ocs

My main is @gaygirldoodles

I also run

@kiaradaughterofselene

@southerndaughterofeos

@glykera

@amaiahunterofartemis

@melissathetherapist

@selene-goddess-of-the-moon

I figured it would be easier to use separate blogs for my ocs

anyways backstory stuff before i continue

Marilene has also been at camp for a pretty long time. She is one of the oldest campers there. She arrived at camp when she was maybe 9 and stays there full time. Being the head counselor of the Selene cabin, she cares about her sibling more than anything. When Kiara didn't return from her quest, she spent every moment she could trying to locate her and asking some of the Helios kids to help her. Even when Kiara was still doing the quest as normal she occasionally took a look just to see if she was alive and ok. She did end up having to promise Kiara that she wouldn't be looking too often. She also had to promise Amaia the same thing when she joined the Hunter of Artemis although the protective older sister part of her often made it very difficult not to.

#willow speaks ◇ is for ooc stuff

#willows pjo ocs ♡ and #marilene is cool are for in character stuff

Face claim:

I couldn't find anything like this where the person was plus-sized so just imagine her as plus-sized

Tag list:

@the-gods-abandoned-us

@arisdaughter

@mache-of-greece

@unhinged-waterlilly

@kaiaalwayswins

@yourlocalfallenstar @son-of-the-moonlight @luci-likes-dinoss @elixs-mythology-corner @bast-the-best26 @emdabitchass @if-chaos-was-a-boy @luck-is-crucial @love-lightning-forethought @the-prince-telemachus @pink-koi-lovejoy @fire-boy-official

[world-of-wales]

CATHERINE'S STYLE FILES - 2023

21 FEBRUARY 2023 || The Princess of Wales visited Oxford House Nursing Home in Slough.

Catherine was in -

↬ 'Longrun' Wool Coat in Camel by Max and Co.

↬ Cashmere Turtleneck in Navy Blue from Ralph Lauren

↬ Lucanus Trousers in Navy Blue by Roland Mouret

↬ Navy Blue Enamel and Gold-trimmed Earrings (possibly vintage)

↬ 'Numéro Sept' (No 7) Mini Bag in Blue Grain Leather by Poléne Paris

↬ Croc-Effect Leather Belt in Black from Anderson's

↬ 'Josie' Block Heel Pointed Court Shoe In Midnight Navy Suede by Emmy London

↬ Reusable 'Blue Phoebe' Cotton Face Mask from Amaia Kids

[thecatalogueofroyalfashion]

Princess Charlotte  ||  Amaia Kids

[royalchildreneurope]

Princess Leonore of Sweden, Prince Nicolas of Sweden and Princess Adrienne of Sweden attend the wedding of Christopher O'Neill's niece Celina d'Abo and Jake Giordano in West Wratting, England -July 1st 2023.

📷 : Amaia Kids.

[theblogtini]

It’s not the most obvious thing in the world but the hem of Charlotte’s dress is a mess. And it’s a size or two too big. And for a dress that was made by Givenchy and probably costs thousands, I think it’s understandable that Catherine wanted it redone. If you’re going to spend so much money on custom French couture, then at least, get your money’s worth. The sleeves are far too big and it looks rumpled which means that the fabric was probably unsuitable for the occasion and the ages of the girls. It looked rumpled even at the start of the wedding (picture on the right). And this was supposedly the altered version. What did the original look like?

Compare it to the dresses she wore to Pippa and Eugenie’s weddings:

For a wedding that more than likely had a bigger budget than those two weddings, with dresses that cost so much more (Pippa’s were done by Pepa & Co.; Eugenie’s were done by Amaia Kids), I think Catherine just wanted them done right. And didn’t want her kids looking a mess since it’s quite obvious that she takes great care in making sure they always look polished. Especially to an event as big and widely watched as this one was. That dress is still the worst thing Charlotte has ever worn. And it’s incredible that it’s also probably the most expensive thing she’s ever worn.

Someone who made sure her own bridesmaids looked like this on her own wedding day was obviously someone who would have a problem with her daughter looking the way Charlotte did during Harry and Meghan’s wedding. Especially if Charlotte cried about it. She may have been 3 but to me, it would make sense if she had been able to detect that something didn’t look right about her dress but not being able to vocalise it properly. Hence the crying. Almost like: “My other dresses don’t look this way, why does this?” They probably also told her it was for her uncle’s special day and she was like: “Bruh, this dress isn’t special. It’s actually quite the opposite.” Not exactly like that but you’ll probably get what I mean. Catherine probably also couldn’t fake enough good cheer to pretend it was good and children tend to pick up on stuff even if it’s unsaid.

[princemordecai]

@amaiavespillo location: Tower of Olympia notes: some nostalgia to go with trauma

They'd been just kids back then. Ask Leander at any point in his life, and he'd have been sure he had all the answers; nobody could tell him anything, even when he hungered for more. Arrogance traded places with some semblance of humility, prince of Lysara scrubbing latrines, polishing door knobs, and collecting dirty dishes from the rooms of Olympians. Scrubbing stains, folding linens, making beds. All this to 'build character.'

It may have worked. Leander still walked tall but looked everyone in the eyes after that.

"Crazy how so much changes but here -" he shrugged, "everything looks exactly the same," Leander said as he moved to stand beside Amaia, leaning against one of the pillars. The two overlooked a gaggle of novices chattering about, who seemed to be deliberately taking their time on their chores. "I don't think we were ever that young; that just doesn't seem right." They looked like babies, giggling children, and while Leander could remember laughing - feeling carefree as he promised this variation of the wine he'd made in his room was even better than the last, he didn't remember either being that young. Olympian and Legionnaire, Leander looked at his old friend who'd always carved her own path and asked, "How long you staying for?"

[sashitheeblogger]

Minecraft Diaries Rewrite: My Aphmau Rewrite/Revamp 💜

[ 𝓈𝓉𝓊𝒻𝒻 𝒶𝒷𝑜𝓊𝓉 𝒜𝓂𝒶𝒾𝒶 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝒾 𝒹𝒾𝒹 𝓉𝒽𝒾𝓈 𝓈𝒽𝒾𝓉 𝒶𝓉 𝓌𝑜𝓇𝓀:𝓅 ].                       

💜𝒜𝓂𝒶𝒾𝒶 𝒩𝒶𝓋𝒶𝓇𝓇𝑜💜

𝐼 𝒽𝒶𝒹 𝓉𝑜 𝑔𝑒𝓉 𝒶𝓃𝑜𝓉𝒽𝑒𝓇 𝓅𝒽𝑜𝓉𝑜 𝒸𝒶𝓊𝓈𝑒 𝒾 𝒶𝓁𝓇𝑒𝒶𝒹𝓎 𝒽𝒶𝒹 𝒶 𝓅𝒽𝑜𝓉𝑜 𝑜𝒻 𝓉𝒽𝒾𝓈 𝑔𝒾𝓇𝓁:𝓅

not going to mention the fact that she has a scar because she had a mental breakdown Pre-Tu’La  and that’s how she got that scar on her face in the first place because she had turned into a rabid Angel during her mental breakdown and she accidentally scratched herself on her nose* 

Afro-Hispanic [black + hispanic]

brown eyes, darkish tannish skin, longish fluffy hair, has a scar on her nose because of being Irena’s Relic Holder just know she's going to have more than just that scar, I also explained how and why she has the scar she's around my height like 5'3, she's thick but she's like my size thick if that makes sense

Meif'wa but she was self-conscious so she got into the habit of hiding her ears because she was insecure and no one took her seriously because of it

Late Teens [18] [yes these kids age up there is no fifth-teen year time skip I repeat there is no fifth-teen year time skip

shares looks and similarities with her mother, people often say she's a spitting image of Lady Irena starts her imposter syndrome and having an identity crisis later down the line.

only child but after getting to Phoenix Drop and being around Reese and them she feels like she has more siblings than she asked for [referring to Garroth, Laurence, and Dante]

was formerly a townsperson of Tu'La until the jury of nine destroyed the village and took over so she resides in Phoenix Drop as a refugee

roles consist of Lady Reese's Apprentice,  Lord In Training, Lady Irena's Relic Holder/Descendant, Necromancer Rogue Magicks User

personality type > [INFP-T Mediator]

personality traits > she's more introverted and she slowly becomes extroverted when Reese starts bringing her around to everyone, she's very intuitive, open-minded, and she's curious about everything and anything                                                                                                                                                                    she's a very empathetic person cough it's going to be her downfall she's also emotionally vulnerable as well

she's very flexible and she's really good at improvising and adapting to new opportunities that come her way, when Reese gives her the opportunity to be her apprentice she's quick to accept it and adapt to it.

she's self-conscious in herself, she tries hard to be a people pleaser and prove she can do just as much as everyone else does, she's eager to improve herself and she's very success driven (I don't see her being a perfectionist) she's creative, imaginative, passionate, and childish cause she's a kid at heart even though she's eighteen and always trying to prove herself she's just a happy bright spirit she's both idealistic and empathetic (down-fall) but deep down she feels lonely and invisible at times (i'll elaborate on this) she's a very vulnerable and emotional girl, she tries her best to understand others and try and figure out what to do since she's a lord in training and doesn't want to upset Reese so she figures she can handle it but that goes to shit really fast (this is going to be filler episode as well)

gets overwhelmed and stressed out easily even though she keeps up a happy high spirited facade, really she feels invisible inside, she doesn't feel like herself, she feels like she's just Lady Irena and the fact that she's her relic holder and she's responsible for keeping her relic in balance [also like how Lady Irena succumb to the affects of her relic corrupting her and consuming her and turning her into a Rabid Angel the same shit is going to happen to Amaia but when will it happen again I can't say] i'd like to add that at some point she suffers from Imposter Syndrome because of her being Lady Irena's descendant/relic holder especially when she was still in Tu'la everyone just saw her for Irena and never for herself so she had an identity crisis all the time because of it even to the point where she would have mental breakdowns because of it

[that's why she's so self-conscious and doesn't really know how to adjust to Phoenix Drop because everyone gets to be themselves outside of who they use to be so i'm also going to focus on that in her character era in the early parts of season 1 cause yeah] her personality traits consist of her being empathetic, generous, open-minded, creative, passionate, idealistic, and unrealistic (let's face it she has a tendency to be unrealistic about certain things cause she's eighteen she doesn't know any better)

her weakness traits consist of her being unfocused, emotionally vulnerable, desperate to please, self critical, and she's self conscious of herself. she's also a hopeless romantic (will see how her and Laurence work out lmao)

[other notes cause i'm on a roll today]

before Tu'la had fallen Amaia never really enjoyed her life there because everyone gave her a hard time about her being a Meif'wa, every-time she tried to help people or try to involve herself in the community along with her parents they'd doubt her ability to really help so she stopped trying to help anyone and isolated herself

because she was a descendant of Lady Irena they only saw her for that and not for herself, which caused her to have mental breakdowns to a point where she went into rage mode and the rabid angel came out and she caused a huge scratch on the bridge of her nose

(it had to take for her mother to calm her down from that episode)

people often doubted her abilities to be a relic holder after her mental episode

since she was really introverted during her time in Tu'la she taught herself on how to be a necromancer and eventually she became a rogue necromancer magicks user

she had a hard time making friends because of how she caught on to rogue magicks faster the kids often despised her and looked down on her for it but she didn't care at-least she was able to make shit explode  ( cue explosion noises )

she came up with a spell in which it changes the color of her hair depending on her mood or based on an outfit she's wearing  which I think is really cool cause that explains how much of a creative person she is (I got this from this thing from Ecanto it was an old concept where Mirabel was like walking into this room and like the colors based off the tone and the setting of everything changes)

also besides her rabid angel rage mode she's not OP, like even though she is the relic holder and Lady Irena's descendant, the relic affects her and her necromancer abilities

since Lady Irena was the time-keeper she has a pocket-watch that Hyria gave to her she does have the ability to freeze time and stop time, she can make portals that you can go through but it won’t take you to dimensions or anything it more or so will teleport you to the other side and she can make portals through walls and she can also make secret entrance portals

[when Amaia makes her treehouse she comes up with a secret entrance portal to get up there]

also her necromancer abilities being bounded to her relic abilities limits her from doing stuff that Lady Irena was able to do

Lady Irena was able to put herself in a deep sleep and freeze herself in time, she was also able to make bigger portals that would teleport you to other dimensions and she could time travel as well

Amaia doesn’t have the ability to fully do that herself yet

Lady Irena could go back in time and try and prevent her friends fates and Amaia can’t really do that

Lady Irena was able to hide off some of her abilities that she knew her other reincarnations wouldn’t be able to do but have other abilities that she never really made use of and put them within the relic

but the rabid angel thing she Lady Irena wasn’t able to seal off

when you go into rabid angel mode you have no sense of human instincts if that makes sense it’s more of like animal and feral instincts and you could end up hurting others or yourself, although it was only the first time Amaia had went into that state and was able to come out of it with her mother calming her down that doesn’t mean it can happen again and no one won’t be able to calm her down from that

side affects of Amaia’s relic necromancer rogue magicks powers

certain things that Lady Irena was able to do Amaia can’t do

because of the rabid angel she’s in danger of hurting herself again and others if no one she trusts is able to calm her down

if she does a spell or a magicks ability that she herself knows she’s not strong enough to handle she wears herself out easily and ends up passing out

if she does certain magicks that obviously are prone to exploding she’ll get burn marks from it

gets side affects from being in rabid angel mode and scars

[also imma throw in there that out of her rabid angel form her wings are painful to adjust to so they are like normal sized to suit her but there a pain in her ass because she can’t lay on her backside so she has to lay side ways]

also she can’t open portals cause it will either result in more scars or death

she can’t make huge portals to dimensions because it’s not possible for her to do so

[ Amaia’s Main Weapons ]

so this is how I envision it since she’s a timekeeper’s relic person

I figured the butterfly reacts to the magicks that’s fused into it and that gives her more of a good usage of her abilities

and yeah she’s super cool with it lmao

[Amaia’s Backstory]

<just to note no one has a birthday because this is in the Middle Ages and I don’t feel like pulling out my age calculator>

ahem

so Amaia was of course born in Tu’la, so just so we are clear her father isn’t a Meif’wa but her mother is

so that’s how she got the genetics and what not

and obviously Hyria told her mother that Amaia was the relic holder of Lady Irena so once word got around about that the rage was pretty much on ten about Amaia being the reincarnation of Lady Irena and what not

also Amaia is an only child since her parents didn’t really want anymore kids

but anywho Amaia was content with it, people seeing her for a reincarnation, people being happy and grateful to her for doing basic stuff for them or just helping them out in general, she was content with it for so long that at some point she grew tired of it

she grew tired of Hyria constantly asking her if she remembers her, if she has any memories of any of her friends or if she has any memories of her, like how is she supposed to remember she was a normal person before a relic was inside of her being and now everyone is going nuts over a person that she is very much not

[side note > I forgot about the pocket watch I’ll insert it after I finish this back story

anywho as Amaia got older she tried being herself outside of her reincarnation/godhood but the people were not having it, they got on her case about how she shouldn’t be doing anything outside of what she’s supposed to be doing

and it got to a point where people didn’t bother depending on her anymore or really relying on her for help

she tried being as helpful as she could even going with her parents to prove she could be helpful like everyone else but they never wanted her help once she tried being herself and doing stuff outside of what everyone saw her as

that’s when she started isolating herself and shutting herself off from everyone accept her parents because they meant the world to her and saw her for who she really was there daughter and not some reincarnation

since she was often by herself she kept herself busy by teaching herself magicks which turned into rogue magicks and eventually she was able to teach herself necromancer magicks as well and she was very proficient in that field which caused the kids to look at her side ways

but she didn’t care as long as she got to blow stuff up she was satisfied and proud of what she was capable of doing

she was quite content with how everything was going for her, she was a rogue necromancer skilled in magicks, a relic holder, and a reincarnation of someone what could possibly ruin that sense of normalcy

something she had no real control over which was something Hyria did not explain and Amaia didn’t know what it was until it consumed her

the rabid angel is something lady irena herself had no control over herself and could not seal off from to keep her next reincarnations of herself safe

when she turned into this fit of rage that had no control whatsoever and was a threat to herself and others, she accidentally harmed herself by scratching the bridge of her nose and it took for her mother to see blood flying everywhere for her to calm her daughter down

after that commotion that’s when the townspeople didn’t rely on some eighteen year old anymore, and started doubting her abilities of actually being help to the people

they often gossip saying how could some kid be a reincarnation, how could lady irena make such a foolish choice to chose someone like her she already can’t control her womanly emotions so why chose someone like her

they already didn’t want her help when she tried to be herself now there doubting her to

after awhile Amaia just stayed in the comfort of her home and often lashed out and had mental breakdowns, she just couldn’t understand why this was her life, this was her sense of normalcy, why couldn’t she be a normal teen, why did she have to be a reincarnation of someone who’s memories she herself can’t even recall

at some point she felt invisible and lonely, and she felt like Tu’la wasn’t even a place to call home anymore

eventually she wouldn’t even have a place to call home anymore because a big bad was coming there way to conquer and seek power and control

Amaia tried to protect everyone but it was no use because the one precious thing that was passed down to her was taken away 

the one thing that she was really fond of and was so precious to her, Lady Irena’s amulet that was gifted to her from her mother was stolen away from her by a jury of nine member

and she went from a townsperson to a refugee heading to a whole other village that she had know knowledge of and she didn’t know if she would fit in with anyone

all she could do was hope that things would be different for her and that she could finally have a sense of normalcy in her life for once and finally be comfortable with herself

[ and yeah that’s it for Amaia’s backstory ]

Note > the reason that her father is not a Meif’wa but her mother is is because, it’s very much rare to have a kid of Meif’wa genetics in Tu’la so yeah.

I’d like to think that Amaia is the first born girl that was born as a Meif’wa

[other notes for Amaia]

colors I associate Amaia with are Purple and Blue

celestial symbolism I associate Amaia with is the moon which often symbolizes femininity, intuition, and emotions

it can also represent magic, mystery, change, and transformation

sometimes the moon is also used to represent beauty

flowers I associate her with are Daisies, Daffodils, and Poppies

Amaia is the Marcy wu but executed better in my story

she’s going to be the empathetic character snaps/has a downfall

happy tragic gal falls from grace

empathetic gal tragic situation but at what costs

welp Amaia’s done y’all

Reese is up next

[imma put more emphasis on Amaia cause I have to write on how she’ll contribute to the story itself]

More of Amaia cause I love her sm