#and i found out that Eclipse really likes puzzles

[gontic-solution]

I've been engulfed by ai chats lmao. Would anyone like to see doodles of this one chat ive got going on with Eclipse and an oc??

[solarflaresdaddyissues]

My SAMS/LAES/EAPS HEADCANNONS

(Some of these are a bit old and have been sitting in my notes, so I may to provide some context for them. Also, yes, they’re slightly long. I know. I think about this show to much)

Sun’s eyes are damaged and his vision appears much dimmer ever since the “nightmare” with the creator, though he hasn’t told Moon because he hadn’t at first due to the suddenness and didn’t want Moon to think he was just hiding it, so he thought it was too late to tell him anyways

Nexus has an applejack plush (Bought it to match the Applejack sticker he has with Solar back when he was New Moon)

Dark Sun likes humming nursery rhymes that he still remembers from the daycare

Ruin’s arms kept their glowing function from his old body

Taurus was almost completely oblivious to Lunar and Gemini’s courtship, but when Gemini was upfront about it, he was supportive and willing to help however he could

Frank being in the new dimension was partially the reason for Eclipse’s nightmare of being stuck in Sun’s head again. After that, Francis snuck into Eclipse’s lab when he was asleep to stay near him and give him positive dreams

The Gemini twins sometimes give Lunar little space rocks as gifts

Eclipse commonly forgets he’s not a part of Moon anymore and sometimes accidentally refers to himself as “Moon” or responds to it. Early Eclipse accidentally went into Moon’s room often instead of Sun’s because he got confused when he was posing as Sun (still has the memories of being Moon)

Nexus never takes Solar’s old goggles off. In turn, Solar has a box of Nexus’s old stuff that Sun gave to him

Sun, Solar, Monty, and Earth play Dress to Impress together in their spare time

Sven made gifts for all of the Celestial family and is saving them until he can find a special occasion to give them to them all (Christmas, a birthday, etc.). He’s having trouble with the dates because of the time differences between dimensions

Nebula is a lesbian and doesn’t know it

Dazzle likes to make drawings for Sun, who’ll hang them on the fridge. One time, Sun wasn’t there and she showed it to Moon first instead. Moon loved the drawing, but instead of hanging it on the fridge, chose to take a magnet and stick it on Sun’s face as soon as Sun got home as a harmless prank

Jack really likes crows and to chase them around, but they run and fly away from him because he’s too erratic and he looks like a scarecrow

Jack was skeptical of Jack O’ Lanterns and pumpkin carving at first because he’s based off a pumpkin, but Lunar and Dazzle managed to convince him it’s fine. Dazzle and Jack tried to carve each other, though Jack chose to stalk Sun for the rest of the day since Dazzle also added Sun on hers

Eclipse is claustrophobic because of the memories of being in Sun’s head

While Earth and Eclipse were at Walmart buying their puzzle, Earth chose to show and name off all the flowers they had there to Eclipse

After the events of Earth’s BETRAYAL! in VRChat (clickbait title for anyone who didn’t yet watch it, I swear), Taurus began to become more comfortable with Earth. Earth took this opportunity to teach Taurus more of the English languages, including sign language

Dark Sun doesn’t get offended by people portraying him with a tooth gap like Sun does

Ruin likes humming or singing to himself while he works, which helps as a stress reliever or a coping mechanism. However, while working for Dark Sun and Nexus, he wasn’t been allowed to do that and was more stressed than ever, which is why he seems so much more stoic when he worked for Nâo than working for Nexus

Eclipse and Sun are both scared of the dark, but pretend not to be

Sun can’t look at flames without seeing Nexus’s death flash in front of his eyes

Sun’s fire magic acts up when he has a nightmare about Nexus and he sometimes wakes up with flames around him or his bedding burnt

The reason that Taurus was initially more mad at Lunar than Gemini when they found out about Lunar’s little deal with Rez is because Lunar’s situation almost felt like when Cetus betrayed them too, which meant reliving losing his best friend

Ruin wears silk clothes. Due to this, he’s constantly slipping off stuff when he leans against something or sits down

Sun has accidentally called Moon or any of his other brothers “bro bro” before because Nexus kept saying it in his dreams

Eclipse’s rays are damaged after his whole thing with the Thanksgiving episode (being turned into the Dorito bag. There’s no way he didn’t damage himself during that)

Sun/Sollux (from What if Moon NEVER EXISTED?! In VRChat) still watches the SAMS and misses Moon

Old Lunar drew pictures of him and Bloodmoon together. The pictures were destroyed in the explosion from Bloodmoon and Ruin Show 

Solar can sometimes catch glimpses of the dead ever since coming back from the dead himself. This is how he so easily contacted the ghost that pestered Sun and Moon

Eclipse V4 can’t remember the majority of the Eclipse and Lunar Show show, neither could V3, which is the reason he’s so different than V1 was.

Eclipse V2 still had the save files from Lunar’s alchemist game after Eclipse and Lunar Show. They were destroyed in the bunkers explosion 

Lord Eclipse and Moon both got distracted by Lord Eclipse twirling his Star around out of boredom when they first met

Eclipse and Lunar sometimes go back to rewatch Eclipse and Lunar Show episodes, separately trying to remember the good parts so they can get over their hatred of each other or thinking of what they could have done differently

The real reason that Moon is decommissioning his computer that predicts different outcomes is because of Solar catching him on that one What if him and Monty were dating video

Moon told Sun to ask Atlas was his favorite sandwich is so he could make it for him in return for getting them out of their little vacation fiasco and when Sun asked, Atlas was confused by the prospect of a sandwich. When Moon found out he’d never had one before, he made Atlas an entire stack of different kinds of sandwiches and sent them with Sun

[tsamsheadcanons]

Merry post-christmas! Not going Anon for this cos I wanna see what u say whenever u reply to it :3 (no rush at all)

Foxy Hcs! :

1 - He has chronic pain, due to how torn his old body was and due to how many times hed been broken and or was ripped apart.

2 - he loves ships in a bottle, that was one of the first Piratey things he was introduced to.

3 - His ears react like Eclipses did when he was in the furry form (old body & new body)

4 - Old foxy(the one Monty basically killed) was a very good gambler, and often found ways to cheat and or rig the game (which usually caused him to get kicked out and or get found out)

5 - Both he and fc have accidentally ate dog treats- (bacon flavored to be specific, they didnt hate them :3)

6 - he made a fox-like nest for himself in his couch in his old house, since FC had the bed :D

Eclipse hcs! :

1 - the lights in his eyes flicker when he dissociates or is panicking, moon has only noticed this.

2 - He's really good at balance and acrobatics, as he had to act as Sun for a while, iirc

3 - He has his own killcode, but doesn't realize it as it's more hidden then Moons killcode and acts differently, also since he holds a lot of resentment and anger, it makes him act irrationally a lot.

4 - he enjoys playing soothing puzzle games, or shooting/horror games, but only when he's in a certain mood for each of them.

5 - His hands and arms have dents and scratches in them, some deeper then others.

6 - he actually does have a second set of arms, he just can't pull em out so he doesn't know they exist.

I love your headcanons! Especially about Foxy because he's underrated in my opinion

[freudyou]

"Make it look like a freak lighting accident"

It’s been years since I’ve revisited Due South, but the @ds30below event sparked my interest again, and I decided to watch a few episodes with my bud @flownwrong  to celebrate. We watched three episodes that stuck in my mind the most over the years after being absent from the show for so long: Bird in the Hand, Eclipse, and The Ladies’ Man, and I found all three to be a very rewarding rewatch, even though my memory of the rest of the series is a bit hazy.

Bird in the Hand: 

When we started our mini marathon, I didn’t realize that this was the only ep of the three where Fraser’s dad plays a role, and I forgot how solid Pinsent was at pulling comic relief duty. The scene where he popped up demanding that Fraser murder Gerard immediately after Gerard was droning on about how Robert’s dogged nobility was his ultimate downfall had me rolling, as did the bit where he—probably correctly— asserted that Ray would shoot Gerard for him if Fraser really asked him to (aww). One thing in particular about his character  that struck me while watching this episode were the moments where he actually interacted with the environment around him in a way that impacted people other than Fraser by implanting the idea to retreat in McFadden’s mind and having Gerard attempt to grab his hand while dangling in the air. In my memory, it was a lot more ambiguous whether Robert was actually a spirit or a figment of Fraser’s imagination, so that ended up being kind of a fun twist for me. 

Since the other two episodes we watched were very Ray K centric, I’m glad we did one that had a focus on Fraser’s emotional state. The scene where he confronted Robert about stubbornly refusing help in life and  said “I never loved anyone as much as I love you” while Robert was still trying to find ways to derail the conversation is a fan favorite for a reason; it’s a rare, intensely vulnerable moment for Fraser and I really enjoyed the way that Paul Gross pulled back from it a little. In another show with another character, it’s easy to imagine a scene like this being a more blatant, emotional showstopper, with the neglected son saying this in a fit of tearful anger that’s meant to make his father rear back in surprise. Instead, Paul Gross delivers the line in an understated way that’s almost more like puzzled frustration, as if Fraser is trying to piece something together about himself instead, which I thought was a really nice touch to the scene that made it feel very Fraser. I also love the cunning way that Fraser brought it back around just a few minutes later by weaponizing male emotional repression in order to freak out everyone else in the room and gain the upper hand (as well as have an opportunity to annoy Ghost Dad by calling him short) while also delivering some genuine truths: Gerard really did break his heart. 

Last but certainly not least, I adore how Ray kept trying to take care of Fraser throughout the episode in his own grumpy, special way. Sure, trying to orchestrate some Fraser-on-Gerard police brutality didn’t end up being the most well received suggestion, but it’s sweet that he acted extra vengeful to make up for Fraser’s dutiful restraint. I also forgot that the “Mentally Deficient” sticker gag and the tape recorder conversation were both in this episode. The Bickering Married Couple vibes between them were always such a classic part of the show, so it was nice to see that on display. 

Bird in the Hand really held up strongly against my fond memories of it, and I was a little surprised at how easy it was to slide back into this world and be immersed in it after being away for so long. Sometimes I guess you actually can go back home again.  

[aylacavebear]

The Traveler - Chapter 3 - Earth 1997 PT 2

You're from a specific dimension, Solaris Eclipse. It was a dimension of magic. When your kind, the Eldrathiren, turned fifteen, your unique power would awaken within you. Most times, it was something small, levitation, teleportation, creation, elemental manipulation, and things like that. Once in a while, a fifteen-year-old would just disappear, and those were called Travelers. None of them had ever returned. Your parents had told you stories about them, and you hoped that wouldn't happen to you.

Please don't take my work. I'll post warnings for each chapter. Will probably be 18+ I haven't decided yet!

Word Count: 3590

Pairing Eventually Dean Winchester x OC Reader/You & Sam Winchester x OC Reader/You

Warnings: Angst, Scary Situation, Some Fluff.

----------------------------------------- Chapter 3 - Earth, 1997 Pt. 2

After the brothers left, you changed back into your original clothes, feeling better now that your tail was free again. It was strange, though, when you took off Dean’s shirt. You picked it back up and sniffed it, noticing a part of the scent that had lured you out of your village. Sadly, you still couldn’t place the exact scent.

You watched the TV again while waiting for Dean to return. The things on it were fascinating and confusing, depending on what came on or what channel you were on. You also realized that in order for you to even go out anywhere, you’d have to hide your ears and tail and not smile too much at anyone so they didn’t see your canines.

Throughout the day, you and Dean talked, about a lot. Luckily, you’d caught on to English, which made communicating easier. He’d brought back something called donuts, and you found them utterly delicious. Dean even chuckled, watching you eat several different kinds. You weren’t big on the thing called coffee, though. It was bitter, at least compared to the donuts.

That afternoon, after lunch, which had been something called a bacon cheeseburger and french fries, he left to retrieve Sammy from school. The food in this world, at least what you had tasted so far, was delicious. Dean had explained the things they hunted. He also explained how people in this world were. Unfortunately, he had to be blunt with you, explaining that because of how you looked, the whole cat ears, tail, and canines, people here would freak out, and some would want to hunt you.

You really wanted to see more of this world and experience the outside, and while Dean was gone, you began thinking of how you could do that without scaring people. Dean had made it clear that he had no clue how to help you get back to your dimension. This dimension did have magic, but it was different. Here, witches did magic, and so far, the brothers didn’t know a nice one that might help. Witches were usually something they hunted.

When the motel room door opened, only Sammy came inside, which puzzled you, “Where is Dean?”

“Oh, he’s at the library. He didn’t want to leave you here alone,” Sammy replied, setting his backpack down.

You plopped down on the bed, sighing through your nose, “What is school like?” you asked, fairly curious.

He laughed before sitting on the opposite bed, facing you, “It’s school. Adults teach you things. You take boring tests. Kids bully other kids. Uh, they’re mean to other kids. That’s what a bully is,” he began explaining when you tilted your head slightly.

“Why are people mean to other people?” you asked, not fully understanding the concept. It wasn’t like that where you were from.

Sammy shrugged, “Some people are just mean. Dean said he hadn’t found a way to help you get home yet but that you liked all the food he brought you.”

You figured he wanted to change the topic off of school, so you went along with it. You also didn’t realize that asking a thirteen-year-old wasn’t the best way to discover why people were mean to others. “I am not sure there is a way for me to get home. A Traveler has never returned home before,” you replied, a little quieter than before, trying not to feel sad at the thought of never seeing your family again.

“You can stay with us. We can be your new family,” Sammy told you quite happily, making you chuckle a little. He was rather adorable.

“I do not know how long it will be, before I end up somewhere else,” you replied, somewhat quietly, realizing that you were actually going to miss both the brothers.

“Well then, we’ll have to have some fun while you’re here,” he said, trying to lighten both your moods.

Sammy began explaining a game called Go Fish as he pulled out what he explained was a deck of cards. It seemed like a simple game to match certain cards by asking the other player if they had a specific card. He showed you an example, and you found him adorable during his explanation. Then, the two of you played a practice game. He wanted you to understand it before he “got serious” about playing.

The first round was simple enough, and you caught on faster than Sammy thought you would. He had you laughing, you had him laughing, and the rounds were tied so far. Before he could deal the next round, Dean returned to the motel, looking somewhat discouraged.

“Hey, Dean, you want to play too?” Sammy asked, smiling as he looked over at him.

“It’s dinner time,” he replied, and you tilted your head a bit as the aroma of bacon cheeseburgers filled the motel room, making you smile.

“It is okay, Sammy, we can always play tomorrow if I am still here,” you tried to reassure him, “Plus, it was fun.”

Dean began unpacking the food he’d brought onto the table as you went over to try to help, but he didn’t let you, “You’re a guest. Just get comfy, Sweetheart,” he told you with that cute smirk that made you smile.

So, that was what you did. You went and got comfortable on the bed you’d slept in the night before, sitting cross-legged and attempting to wait patiently. Sammy went and sat at the table while Dean brought you yours and sat on the opposite bed.

While the three of you ate, he explained that he hadn’t been able to find anything about how to open a portal to another dimension. He also explained that libraries were limited on information, so that didn’t mean that there wasn’t a way, he just hadn’t found it yet.

Over the next three days, you stayed at the motel room with the brothers. Dean had even washed your original clothes for you. The whole washing machine and dryer was fascinating to you. You had barely managed to keep yourself from going out and exploring, although, you had watched things from the motel window. You had also had to borrow one of their knives to keep your claws trimmed, as they grew at a much faster rate than the brothers’ nails. Sammy had found that utterly fascinating.

The shower experience was different but quite enjoyable for you. It wasn’t like at home. If you wanted water to flow over you, you had to go to the waterfall. At home, you would sit on a small stool, wash up, rinse off, then soak in the warmed bath. 

Dean had even gone as far as getting you a pair of jeans that you could customize so they weren’t uncomfortable for your tail, and you could leave it out. He’d also gotten you what was called a tank top, which was fairly comfortable. Then he had gotten you something to sleep in that you could do the same with, along with a bag like his and his brothers to keep your belongings in. 

You’d fallen asleep fairly quickly on the fourth night, but the brothers had stayed awake.

“What happens if Dad comes back and sees her? He’s gonna freak out,” Sammy whispered, worried.

Dean groaned quietly, rubbing his face with his hand, then glanced at you as you slept, “I know. I’m gonna have to call him if she’s still here tomorrow. He’s been gone for almost a month now. He’ll probably be back any day.”

Sammy looked over at you as well, “How do we convince Dad that she’s not a monster?” he asked sadly.

“I’ll figure it out,” Dean told him.

The two hit the sack not too long after. Sleep found Sammy quickly, but Dean was kept awake with his thoughts, knowing this would not be easy.

Dean’s POV

Dean woke with a start just after five the following morning. Then, he jumped out of bed and grabbed his jacket before going outside. “Dad, there’s something I need to tell you before you go in there,” he said quickly, now standing near the driver’s side door.

“Dean, I’m tired. I just want to relax for a minute before we head out,” John told him.

Dean took a deep breath. There were a lot of scenarios that had played out in his mind as to how this was going to go, and none of them were looking good, “Dad, please.”

“Damnit Dean. Fine. What?” he snapped, and Dean swallowed hard.

“We found, a uh, a girl. She’s pretty lost and confused. We did all the tests. She’s not a monster, so we were trying to help her,” Dean stated quickly. Yeah, he’d omitted a few little details but hoped he could work up to those.

“So why don’t you want me to go inside?” John asked, and Dean could tell he was quickly losing his patience.

“Well, she, uh, she isn’t human, but she’s not a monster,” he answered.

John moved far too fast for Dean to think. He was inside the motel, Dean quickly on his heels. Dean had barely managed to close the door behind him. John stopped dead in his tracks, seeing you sleeping in the bed, your ears twitching slightly at the sounds. 

“What the hell is she?” John practically demanded through a clenched jaw, his hand on his gun.

You stirred at the new voice in the room, slowly opening your eyes. Seeing the older man now standing at the side of your bed instantly freaked you out, and you moved to the far side of the bed, debating the corner of the room.

“Hey, it’s okay. It’s just my dad,” Dean quickly told you, moving toward the other side of the bed, but John stopped him.

“What. Is. She?” he asked again, enunciating each word, just as stern as before, only now, he had drawn his gun and aiming it at you.

You knew what was in his hand and the damage it could do. Your eyes widened. Slowly, you slid off the bed toward the corner of the motel room, staying as low to the ground as you could, terrified.

Dean sighed, “She’s an Eldrathiren, and she’s from another dimension.”

John looked over at his son in disbelief, “And you just let her in the motel room?!” You heard a click from the gun, and you knew that meant all he had to do now was pull the trigger.

“She’s not a monster,” Sammy said confidently, awake now due to the commotion in the room.

John’s eyes were back on you, ignoring his youngest son, but his hand was no longer on Dean. Dean was torn between listening to and obeying his father or standing between you and the gun. He took a shaky breath and chose to defy his father and stand between you and the gun his father was pointing at you.

“Dad, please, let us explain,” Dean began, holding his hands up in front of him. He used as calm a tone as he could manage, praying his father would listen to reason.

“She’s only fifteen, don’t hurt her,” Sammy stated, standing beside his brother.

John rolled his eyes, “What the hell has gotten into the two of you?! Move!” “I’m sorry, I’ll leave,” you said meekly from behind the brothers, still crouched in the corner. 

You speaking threw John off, especially with the amount of fear in your voice. He sighed and uncocked his gun before sliding it back into his waistband. “Dean, make some coffee. Sammy, start packing everything. You, I want to talk to you,” John barked orders, and he didn’t sound in the mood to be argued with.

Dean clenched his jaw but didn’t argue, “Yes, Sir.”

Sammy said nothing and did as he was told while John went and sat at the table, motioning for you to follow him. You did but were very cautious as you sat down across from him. Dean kept an eye on you as he began a pot of coffee, worried about what his father might do.

“Now, mind explaining how you managed to get both my boys to go against everything I’ve ever taught them about hunting?” he asked you, fairly annoyed.

Your POV

This wasn’t something you’d prepared yourself for, getting woken up to an adult and then having a gun pointed at you. You also hadn’t anticipated both brothers attempting to protect you from their father, no less. You explained to John what had happened to you since the day of your birthday, what a Traveler was, at least what you knew about them, and then about how Sammy had found you the day you showed up and tried to help you.

It was hard to tell how he felt or what he was thinking. Dean had gotten his father a cup of coffee and also had one himself. He was leaning on the counter, just listening. Sammy had finished packing their things up and loaded them in the car outside, which you still hadn’t seen. John was clearly thinking.

The sun was now up, its rays shining through the thin, closed curtains of the motel room. John was sipping his second cup of coffee. He still hadn’t said anything, and you were trying not to fidget with the hem of your shirt although you were looking down at the table.

“Dad-,” Sammy began quietly, but John just held up a hand in his direction, effectively silencing him.

Dean was still leaning against the counter, his arms crossed, just watching his father and you. The silence was getting not only you but also the brothers. John was glancing at you occasionally, more at your ears than anything. They had drooped some, as they did when you were worried or sad.

It wasn’t until he finished his coffee that he finally said something, “We’ll take her with us, for now.”

Both the brothers seemed relieved, but you weren’t sure how to feel. At least you wouldn’t be alone in this strange place, but John seemed like an angry, strict adult, and not even his boys would argue with him.

“Let’s go,” John told you and his sons, standing from his seat and heading for the door.

You glanced over at Dean, and he nodded, so you, too, got up and headed outside. The sounds didn’t bother you like the day you’d arrived, having had time to adjust to them. Dean opened the back door of the car that John had gone to. Sammy had already gotten in, sitting behind his father.

“It’s okay. It won’t hurt you, and it’ll be okay,” Dean told you quietly. “Thanks,” you replied just as quietly, sliding into the back seat. 

Dean sat in the front seat in front of you. Sammy reached over and set the beanie in your lap so you could cover your ears, and you gave him a thankful smile before doing so. You’d wanted to go outside the second day you’d arrived but had listened to Dean and stayed indoors. Now, you watched as the world outside passed by while John drove to wherever he was going.

You were in complete awe, looking out the windows during the entire drive. Sometimes, there would be music on and other times, it would be quiet. John barely said anything, so both brothers stayed quiet. John mostly took backroads but stopped for food and gas a few different times. 

When he finally parked in front of a two-story house, Dean asked, “What are we doing at Bobby’s?”

“It’s too dangerous to take her with us,” John said flatly, “I called him before you three made it out to the car. He knows, and he’s okay with her staying here.”

You looked between the two of them in the front seat but said nothing as your heart began to race. Dean got out and opened your door while Sammy grabbed your bag out of the truck. He looked so sad as he handed it to you, and then you followed the brothers and John to the front door.

A man near John’s age opened the door after John knocked, “John, boys.”

“Bobby,” John replied.

The man you realized was Bobby held the door open as you followed the three inside.

“I’m sorry I’m so much trouble,” you told the adults quietly.

Bobby sighed as he looked you over, “You need help. We’ll see what we can find.”

“Boys, grab your bags. We’ll be staying a couple days to help Bobby go through his books,” John told them again in that stern voice. 

You wondered if that was just the way his voice was and how he always spoke, but you weren’t about to ask either. Bobby’s place looked nice, although fairly cluttered with a lot of books. You may have been able to speak English, but you still didn’t know how to read it. 

“Come on, kid, I’ll show you where you can sleep while you’re here,” Bobby told you, and he didn’t seem frustrated at you.

“Thank you,” you replied, still a bit quietly, but you also gave him a small smile.

For the next three days, the four of them poured through books. The brothers and their father slept in Bobby’s living room. Bobby was kind, although he was still surprised to see your ears and tail. You were a creature none of them had encountered before. Bobby and Dean took turns cooking. Or, someone would order food and have it delivered. 

You’d been contemplating why you hadn’t ended up in another dimension yet, although you knew very little about Travelers and how things worked. Plus, so far, not one of Bobby’s books even talked about your kind, let alone a Traveler. Even the morning the brothers and their dad got ready to head out, you wanted to go with them. You weren’t sure why, you just did. Saying goodbye to the two of them was hard, and for a moment, you thought you saw something in Dean’s eyes when he looked at you. It was just before he quickly turned from you and got in his Dad’s car, Sammy already in the back and John in the driver’s seat.

“I’m gonna miss them,” you said quietly before Bobby put his arm around your shoulders.

“I know, kid. They’ll be back one day,” Bobby tried to reassure you.

“But will I still be here?” you asked rhetorically, although quietly. It felt like a piece of you was missing now, but had no clue why. “I’m gonna go to my room for a bit.”

There were still so many things you didn’t understand about being a Traveler, and this dimension had held no answers so far. You hadn’t even realized that that scent you’d followed on your birthday hadn’t even been around. As you sat on your bed, things your parents had told you played through your mind.

Travelers are different, Y/N. Their powers are typically based on where they go. All we can tell you are the rumors from a long, long time ago—stories that have been passed down. In the stories, a Traveler has a soul that needs to find something or someone. That is what makes them disappear from here and travel dimensions until they find whatever it is they are looking for or need to find.  So far, at least in the last few centuries, a Traveler has never returned. Dimensions work in weird ways. There could be numerous dimensions of just our world, not to mention all the other ones that are out there. As per the stories, a Traveler stops aging at twenty-five until they find what their soul is searching for, but no one knows for sure.  The chances of you being a Traveler are very slim. According to the stories, it only happens along certain bloodlines, and so far, no one in our bloodline has ever been a Traveler. So, your Dad and I don’t want you to worry about that. You’ll probably get a power similar to what the two of us can do or something close to one in our bloodline.

A knock on your door pulled you from your thoughts, “Y/N, you want something to eat?” Bobby asked through the closed door.

You sighed, “Sure.”

The moment you opened the door though, you caught a whiff of that scent again, and you froze. You weren’t ready to leave this dimension.

“What’s wrong?” he asked you, seeing your reaction.

“The scent, it’s… back,” you answered, staring at nothing in particular but worried you’d just disappear.

Without thinking twice, you grabbed your bag off the end of the bed. If you were going to get dragged somewhere else, you at least wanted to have that with you. So far, the last two times you ended up in a different dimension, you’d walked through two objects. In your world, there were two mushrooms near the border of your village. In the last world, it had been two trees. Here, you had no idea what it would be, and the doorway of your room could have easily been what would take you somewhere else.

“Well, come try to eat something,” Bobby told you before heading back to the kitchen, leaving your door open.

You took a deep breath, closing your eyes as you walked through the doorway of your room. Everything changed around you as you felt a warm breeze blow through your hair.

----------------------------------------- Chapter 4 - Twilight Veil

Link to the series Masterlist.

A/N: If you'd like to get in on the Dimensional Traveling, go to this link and leave me with a comment, or several, with as much or as little detail about the dimension you'd like the Traveler to end up in. If you'd like to have something specific happen, share that too. I'll make sure that you get credit for the idea you shared in the chapter in which your dimension is featured. I'd love to have as many readers involved as possible. I think this could be a lot of fun.

As always, if you'd like to be tagged, let me know and I'll add you to the tag list.

Tag List: @littlemadamred @mxltifxnd0m

[maudiemoods]

Questions sddsdd for stardust :D

How old do they usually live to be? Do they even really measure time since space is wacky?

What do they do for fun?

Are there any animals on the planet? Ooh also what does the planet look like/how does it work?

Do sun and moon have more things to wear than just black?

So it seems like they know to avoid the earth, but why? And how did they find out in the first place?

What happens if one eats a lot of them? Like more than eclipse a lot.

....What would happen to a human if for whatever reason they did that?

What are sun and moon trying to do?

I think I found the ask!! Yay!!

1! How old do they usually live to be? I haven't put much thought into it really! I think on their home planet, they'd live to around 100-150ish? They do age I just haven't shown that in any ocs but I have this elder lady I've been thinking about and she's pretty old! I'll have to actually draw her sjndjw

2! What do they do for fun? They create! Their species is very big on arts and crafts!! But that also includes creating and improving tech, making music, designing and a lot more!! They tend to really enjoy puzzles and challenges! They also like to explore and document!

3! Are there any animals on their planet? Yes! I really need to work on what their homeworld is like! I have a basic idea for it but now I'm not sure how I like it! They definitely have pets and livestock though! Most are primarily vegetarian so there isn't much livestock though! They do harvest bugs though!! They really like eating bugs!

4! What does the planet look like? Hmm not sure! Originally their world was covered in mountains and they lived in giant cave systems! They have domes breaching the surface but they typically stay underground! Their planet is huge in intergalactic trade so there'd be big cities with giant landing docks for ships! But I'm kinda more into a solar punk vibe? Super high tech and cool machines but still super naturey and cozy! I'd like to think they have a flourishing ecosystem on their planet!

5! Do sun and moon have more things to wear other than black? Yeah! They have tons of casual wear! Moon has a lot of flashy fashion stuff while sun is a little bit more minimalistic with the exception of a few outfits! They just wear their plain clothes all the time because they're kinda sad and depressed and don't have the energy to put work into dressing y'know? But that changes eventually!

6! Why do they avoid earth? Mostly because there's nothing around earth! There's really no reason to be close other than to observe! Also, earth is monitored so no aliens intervene with earth's development. It's poorly monitored though! Observation devices are pretty outdated and the monitors are hardly ever watched!

7! How did they find the place? They were kinda just drifting aimlessly and found themselves in the area! Their ship can turn plant matter into fuel so they had planned on just taking some dead leaves and getting out of there fast. Ha didn't happen like that

8! What happens if one eats a lot of cores? They blow up!! Kinda! It varies between beings but they get more and more mentally unstable and their body starts to get deformed! Some experience voices that drive them crazy, while some experience many phantom limbs! If they consume too much, the energy of the core becomes too much for them and they implode before exploding! The energy of this death can create wrapped areas of space! And places with high energy that can damage tech and equipment! Overall, it'll usually kill them!

9! What would happen to a human that ate a core? They'd die! Pretty painfully too! Those of warmer colors have very hot cores, so the human would burn and boil from the inside out! Those with cooler colors have freezing cores! So a human would freeze from the inside out! Neutral colored beings have a core temp in-between! Their core would cause a human to have such a terrible heart attack, they would die! They'd get all jittery and basically have a huge panic attack before dropping dead!

10! What are sun and moon trying to do? Hmmmmm I have some ideas but I want to explore them a little before I talk about them :D!!! But mostly, they want normality and comfortability! They want to heal and be happy again!

[bitterkarmaa]

38. “Of course I’m scared, but I’m also excited.”

This one for Rays and Eclipse maybe? Like Eclipse getting ready to properly introduce him to the others or show him around the daycare/plex or even the outside world? And if not Rays then maybe Lunar for a different reason!

Ah. And so, it begins. The Rays squad is rising, and I am SO excited.

“Of course I’m scared, but I’m also excited.”

-Rays & Eclipse-

Eclipse has never been someone to think before acting. He's impulsive, and he knows that. But, ever since he brought back this alternative Sun that seems stuck to his side almost as much as Blood Moon is, he's been more...careful.

It isn't really a conscious decision when he slows his movements, raises his hands in a show of innocence, bites his tongue whenever he's on the verge of snapping. It just happens now.

Blood Moon has learned quite quickly to be quieter when their new friend is in the room, and, surprisingly, coexists quite well with the new company. Eclipse offered ‘Rays’, as he likes to be called, a place to stay within his own room, since they didn’t have any more pre-existing spaces that he could occupy.

The others have been giving him differing looks of shock and surprise ever since. Admittedly, Eclipse doesn’t know why he is doing this, either. Maybe he feels the need to pay Rays back for saving his life in that other world, maybe he feels bad for how he was treated- whatever the reason, Eclipse still maintains a kinder demeanor despite the rest of him wondering what the fuck he’s doing.

It’s…rather jarring, too. Jarring to realize that Rays knows more about the power that Eclipse possesses than he does, currently. Jarring to think that the voice within his head belongs to something much greater than he could’ve ever imagined.

He remembers the star jolting towards him in those few moments of inexplainable coherence. He remembers reaching out to it in wonder, it hovering peacefully in front of him as if pondering it’s next move. Could it think? Was it sentient?

Eclipse tries not to bring up his new-found abilities with Rays, finding the thought overwhelming and…maybe a little bit frightening, as well. He searched endlessly for the star. He sacrificed so much to claim it’s restless energy, to return it to it’s rightful place- a treasure held by a king.

But now, the thought is…exhausting.

Instead of bringing brilliant images of a world crafted by his hands, he sees oil pools and ruptured paneling, reminiscent of his own crudely melted wound still plastered like a badge on his chest.

And he knows Rays felt that badge, too. A little part of him aims to appease the Sun-look-alike in hopes that he won’t say anything, that he’ll keep the jagged edges of an untold story safely concealed behind goldenrod fabric and a slick, dark vest.

Those thoughts catch him off-guard. The moments when Rays glances to where the scar is, when he gives him those sympathetic looks that make Eclipse want to wither away in shame.

His death is no secret. But he wishes it was.

“You…said you’d show me around…?” A soft voice makes Eclipse jump, and he turns on his heel to come face-to-face with a very stiff, startled Rays.

Immediately, he forces a smile that he hopes may soon become genuine.

“Yes! Right, sorry. Got a bit distracted.” Eclipse explains in a rush, struggling to keep his cool as Rays gives him a curious, mildly uncomfortable look.

Without giving Rays much longer to contemplate Eclipse’s odd behavior, the scarred animatronic strides forwards, motioning out towards the stage that overlooks the daycare and sits above the ball pit.

“The others should be out. Sun and Moon, at least. They have this thing they do- I tried it with Lunar, wasn’t a fan myself- that entails recording videos for people they cannot see. Very weird.” Eclipse explains, slowing his stride as Rays gives him a puzzled look.

“If you don’t mind me asking…what is a…‘video?’” He asks quietly, subdued as usual.

Oh boy.

Eclipse mulls over how to explain this in a comprehensible way.

“….do you know what a movie is?” Eclipse asks.

Rays shakes his head slowly.

He’s been living under a rock.

Eclipse looks Rays over.

Or an evil overlord.

“Right then…” Eclipse fidgets with the ruffles at the end of his sleeves. “What do you know about, then? Like…were there electronics, or tv’s, or anything to entertain other than books?” Eclipse tries not to sound exasperated, but it must show a little through his tone since Rays seems a tad bit embarrassed.

“Uhm…there were coloring books…?” He offers, and it takes every ounce of self control Eclipse has not to groan.

He opens his mouth to make another possible comparison that Rays might understand, but is promptly cut off by the door opening. Rays startles, stepping back as his rays make that god-awful scraping noise, like they’re trying to retract against broken springs or bent metal. Lunar looks on in mind intrigue, then sympathy as Rays darts over to tuck himself behind a few of the boxes situated in the corner nearest the ladder.

“I’m not here to hurtcha’!” Lunar chirps, and Eclipse finds it mildly worrisome that an animatronic the size of a toddler is enough to scare Rays into hiding. Slowly, the sun-themed robot peeks his head over the edge of one of the boxes, peering nervously at Lunar.

“Hi! I’m Lunar!”

His warm, carefree tone seems to be enough to bring Rays out of his spot, since he slowly stands and, still watching Lunar the entire time, begins to step away from his safe haven.

“….hello Lunar.” Rays responds timidly, and Eclipse catches the look that Lunar gives him. The looks that, quite clearly says:

“I was like this once. Why didn’t you treat me this well then?”

Eclipse looks away, gazing at the floor with a ferocity that could light it ablaze if he so pleased.

He could light it ablaze. With a single thought, it would smolder before his eyes. It would reach up and around the room, providing a scorching heat that would force out the memories of a distant winter settling inside him that he still feels late at night.

He shakes his head, dispelling the thought.

“Are you Clipsy’s new friend?” Lunar asks, and Rays gives Eclipse an uncertain look.

Eclipse forces down the darkness that swells in his chest, despite the knowledge that the true color inside is white. A bright, brilliant, blinding white.

“You can call me whatever. Friend. Roommate. I don’t care.” He says after a beat of silence, watching the tension visibly fade from Rays shoulders.

“Um…yeah, then. I guess I’m his…uh…new friend…” Rays confirms and Lunar nods enthusiastically.

“I’m his little brother!” The smaller animatronic smiles proudly, earning the slightest, smallest, most unsure smile back from Rays that Eclipse has ever seen. This is the first time Rays has given a hint of another emotion besides fear and despair since his arrival. This is a good sign, right?

It is hard to avoid smiling in Lunar’s presence, though. Eclipse knows that for sure.

“It’s good to meet you.” Rays responds, still keeping his distance.

Blood Moon pokes their head out of Eclipse’s room curiously, then spots Lunar and offers him a quick wave. Lunar waves back, letting out a small giggle as Blood Moon rolls backwards into the room once more.

“You too! I’m just here to grab Moon’s weird speaky stick, cause he said that he forgot it and I offered to get it. So, here I am!” Lunar jabbers on as he usually does, already trotting off towards the tunnel that leads into Moon’s room.

“Speaky stick…?” Rays murmurs quizzically.

“I think Moon calls it a Miropone!” Lunar calls back, making Eclipse cringe internally.

“Microphone! It’s….it’s a microphone…” He jumps in, lowering his voice as he notices Rays slight flinch.

“I like Miropone better.” Lunar pouts, slipping into the tunnel smoothly. After only a few moments of rustling, Lunar returns with the microphone in hand, carefully grasped between his little fingers.

“Anyway, I gotta bring it back to Moon. Nice talkin’ to ya! Are you gonna stay, or are you just visiting?” Lunar asks, tilting his head a little in Rays direction.

“I…um…there are other places to stay…?” Rays seems to be in some sort of disbelief that is actually quite contagious, because both Eclipse and Lunar give him differing looks of confusion shortly after. He shuffles awkwardly, his rays scraping once more.

“N-Nevermind…” He murmurs, almost inaudible. Eclipse breaks himself from his stupor and shakes his head, already starting to console Rays as Lunar watches quietly, then slips out of the room once he realizes he is no longer involved in the immediate conversation.

“Don’t apologize. We’re just a bit confused and…we’re trying to understand things that are completely new to us. It’ll take a bit of time, as getting used to all this will for you.” Eclipse explains, watching Rays nod along, hoping he’s taking his words to heart. Or…power core, he supposes.

Eclipse plays with the frills of his sleeves again.

“We could…get you some nicer clothes, if you want. Maybe that’ll make you more confident, or something. But…um…that would mean…” Eclipse trails off, glancing at the curtains that separate the daycare attendant’s room from the rest of the daycare.

Rays looks increasingly worried. “Mean what?” He asks, voice tainted by slight fear. Eclipse lets out a heavy sigh.

“We’d have to go through the daycare.”

Rays lets some of the fear leave his eyes.

“What’s so bad about that? You said the others were out.” Rays tilts his head, closely examining Eclipse’s expression as he subtly winces.

“Yes, well…it’s later than I thought it was…”

Rays still looks puzzled. “…it’s six in the morning…? Isn’t that…early?” Rays asks hesitantly, starting to become uneasy as Eclipse looks away.

“The daycare opens soon. Sun and Moon will return shortly before that. Sun runs the daycare, so he records those videos I was talking about before the children arrive.” Eclipse can’t help but let the disdain drip into his tone, voice turning cold as he mentions the kids, of whom Rays has heard nothing about up until this point.

“….what’s so bad about the children?”

Eclipse bites his tongue, mutes his voicebox for a moment as he turns his back on Rays. Bitterness rises like magma in his chest, threatening to spill over or explode like a volcano. He holds it in. He has to hold it in.

“They’re…weak.” Eclipse spits out the words as if they’re disgusting, as if poison has laid claim to his mind and tainted his morals all the same. The tone seems to frighten Rays, because he takes a step back as Eclipse remains standing stiffly a few feet away.

Little creatures. Ungrateful vermin. Awful, awful things that just happen to be easy to snap in half like a twig. Easy to forget.

Easy to let go. Easy to mourn. Easy to hurt.

“And annoying. You wouldn’t like them, I’m sure of it.” He explains after another long pause, still refusing to turn and face Rays- the shadow of the counterpart that took Eclipse’s place, took his life.

“I’m….not fond of making opinions before I meet them myself….” Rays murmurs after a bit of resigned silence, shuffling his feet over the floors nervously.

Eclipse glances over his shoulder, his rays spinning once before abruptly shrinking inwards, the mended pieces shifting in uncomfortable ways, dragging in an aggressive fashion. The two animatronics stare at each other in silence for a moment- one boiling with madness, the other afraid of the cruelty that madness might bring.

Then, Eclipse sighs. The tension fades from his shoulders, his hands going lax at his sides. His rays jut back out as Rays looks on quietly.

“You’re right. I apologize.” Eclipse turns his eyes back to the wall, his half-stare filled with a concoction of complicated emotions.

Then, the door opens again. Moon enters, looking between the two with skeptical eyes as if silently asking if there’s an issue that he would probably end up avoiding anyways.

Eclipse gives him a tired look. Moon shuts the door behind him, making a stiff static sound from his voice box- the equivalent of clearing his throat.

“The daycare will be opening in a few minutes. What’s going on with you guys?” Moon glances pointedly at Eclipse, seemingly already blaming him for whatever disagreement both him and Rays had. He wouldn’t exactly be wrong, but…a pang of hurt still stabs into his chest, his face instead reflecting an annoyed glare, choosing his anger over anything else.

“Eclipse was just…explaining how I would get some new clothes around here! Is there…is there a way to do that without going through the daycare, if it’s not too much trouble?” Rays speaks before Eclipse gets the chance to, a rushed explanation spilling from his mouth, reminiscent of an interaction best suited for his former master.

Moon frowns slightly, shaking his head. “No. I can get you some temporary clothes from the sad storage closet in the theater, but those have been sitting there for quite some time. I don’t know if they’ll still be in good enough condition to wear.”

The words make Rays deflate faster than a balloon poked by multiple knives all at once. Eclipse can’t help but pity him, since his own clothes were gifted in such a nice way that didn’t require him to venture down into the daycare to fetch them. They were…provided for him.

Shouldn’t he do the same, now that someone else needs help? Isn’t that the ‘right thing’ to do?

“Maybe…maybe you could take me down? Eclipse doesn’t feel comfortable-“ Rays requests in an uncertain tone, playing nervously with his fingers.

“I’ll take him. It’s fine.” Eclipse cuts in, voice sharp as the snap of a whip. Rays snaps his mouth shut, glancing to Eclipse. His expression gives nothing away, but his fear is obvious. All he can seem to bring himself to do is give a small, meager nod.

Moon seems puzzled as Eclipse strides forwards, already moving towards the door, desperate to get this mission over with before the kids arrive. Rays quickly moves to follow, each step stiff and quick, ready to flee at a moment’s notice. Eclipse doesn’t blame him. Of course he doesn’t blame him. It isn’t his fault that Eclipse dislikes the children.

“W-We can wait until later, if you’d like-“ Rays adds in a rush, quickening his pace in order to catch up with Eclipse.

“No.” Eclipse replies stubbornly, his pride seizing all his common sense in favor of showing that he is, in fact, not a coward. He settles his hand onto the doorknob, gazing down at his tinted claws, imagining the vivid, iridescent cracks that decorated their surfaces only a few days ago.

He shakes the thought away. He has to stay focused.

As Moon watches with a grim look on his face, Eclipse swings open the door and motions Rays inside. The other moves closer, hesitating for only a moment before slipping through the doorway, allowing Eclipse to close it behind them.

He navigates the theater with expert precision. He forces his gaze to the floor, never glancing up far enough to allow his attention to catch on the stage or anything other than the dirty, stained carpets and playmats.

The large gate opening to reveal the rest of the daycare area startles Rays, but not enough to keep him from snapping himself back to the present and continuing on behind his guide.

The warmth that stirs in Eclipse’s chest has now become achingly familiar, the knowledge of its presence making his mouth turn up into a small, only slightly maniacal grin.

The grin fades as he descends the stairs, focusing on each step to make sure that he doesn’t fall. Surprisingly, Rays is faster, and he makes it to the bottom before Eclipse even reaches half-way, gazing up expectantly at Eclipse as he finishes his descent. He quickly turns off to the left, trotting along the wall until he reaches a door labeled ‘clothing & other necessities’. It’s supposed to be for kids who may not have the best situation at home, but…Rays didn’t have the best situation at home, and what he doesn’t know won’t hurt him.

The door slides open smoothly as he approaches. Rays peers inside as Eclipse makes his entrance, looking around the room quietly, oddly subdued.

But Rays seems to be happy, because it doesn’t take him long to scamper into the room and begin to sift through the clothes, showing more excitement than he has since Eclipse met him.

He slides his hands into his pockets, leaving Rays to his sorting.

This won’t take long. We’ll finish and…and then we’ll go back up the stairs and return to the room. We won’t even have to enter the daycare.

Eclipse tells himself, swaying anxiously on his feet as the panic spills over into his earlier determination, heat warnings flashing across his vision the longer he lets the emotions linger.

Simply to preoccupy himself, Eclipse looks around a bit more, too.

The room has changed a lot since the last time he saw it. The shelves are organized into sizes now, and the hangers are no longer cracked or broken, having been replaced with new ones. Some tables sit against the walls, displaying other items such as stuffed animals, food, water, and other things that humans require to survive.

“Done!”

Rays chirps, causing Eclipse to turn in surprise at how fast he decided what he wanted. He can’t quite make out the clothes he has bundled in his hands, but he knows they’re in better shape than what he currently wears, so he supposes he’ll find out when they return to the room.

The smile on Rays’ face is the most genuine thing Eclipse has ever remembered seeing from anyone. Ever. It’s bright and yet tired at the same time, relieved and afraid and happy and so many other things that Eclipse doesn’t have the time to make out.

“Ready to try them on when we get back?” Eclipse asks, feeling slightly confused as some of the energy wanes from Rays’ expression.

“What?” Eclipse murmurs, watching his companion closely for any signs that would give away what changed his demeanor so quickly.

“N-Nothing. Well- not nothing, but…I suppose I’m just scared. Scared of all these new changes, and of what they might mean for me. All this positivity isn’t something I’m accustomed to. I’m scared, but I’m also excited. Those two things haven’t really mixed well for me in the past.” Rays explains after a long pause, and Eclipse nods along as he speaks. He understands that.

The changes in the ways he was treated before made him anxious, too. He was used to cruelty- negativity and endless greed. The kindness the others offered him in his time of need completely contradicted all his expectations. He thought they would kill him if they found him. Thought they would leave him for dead, or do anything other than bring him back home and save his life.

“It takes time. You go at your own pace. No rush.” His words are simple, precise, but they seem to be enough to soothe Rays nerves. With a small nod, Eclipse moves over to the door and lets it slide open again. He peeks his head out for a moment, then slinks forwards as smoothly and quietly as he can. Rays follows his movements in slight confusion, but doesn’t voice his thoughts as Eclipse continues to sneak around like a ninja.

But, just his luck, he isn’t quite sneaky enough.

“Ah, children! Look who it is!” Sun’s voice makes him stop in his tracks, head turning to his counterpart as he smiles sweetly back, the slightest hint of something in his eyes that makes Eclipse want to rip him in half.

All the kids turn to him in unison, like a crowd of obedient zombies. Rays comes up to his side, freezing as he realizes what’s going on.

It doesn’t take long for excitement to take over all the kids, possessing them like an obsessive spirit cast into the bodies of small, fragile pests.

And all of them…

Every single one…

Is focused on him.

(THERE YOU GO YOU FIENDS OSHSOSHSSK LMAO actually I really enjoyed writing this. Exploring Eclipse and Rays’ dynamic is like…soooo fun. Unbelievably so. A little bit of joy for the precious boy. Clothes are simple, but can bring with them a lot of meaning, as seen in Special Little Delights! However…there are other conflicts that bring less than desirable reactions. Rays might be getting better, but…it seems like Eclipse is getting worse)

Children…don’t play tag with the devil. He will always catch you. He only waits until he gets bored of the game to do so.

[bluemoon1331]

Hey! Reading One Lost Star and found myself intrested in Nova (obsessed villains are my catnip haha). If Nova had won and gotten everything he wanted how would that bad end look like?

Oh, interesting concept! I doubt it would have lasted because Y/N is Y/N, but for the sake of the idea, we'll ignore that, lol

For Nova's ideal ending, his first goal would've remained the same, tying Y/N to him by making them his demigod. This definitely would've happened if Ballora never showed up during the rescue mission.

From there, things would have spiraled. Nova would have locked away Moon to prevent him from getting in his way again as the god closest to him in power (plus, as mentioned, he still has some care for his siblings so he would have a desire to keep him close).

The fate of the rest of the party is a bit more cut and dry. Because of the deal you made to become his demigod, he can't really hurt them on purpose, but he makes it quite clear that he has no qualms defending himself or you if they should attempt another rescue. They would've been forced to retreat to Pharos and lick their wounds, though your grandparents would've argued to stay with you, annoying Nova. You plead to allow it for their safety when you see his temper flaring, knowing they were too stubborn to give up, and he ends up caving (he is a sucker for hearing you beg coughcough), shoving them in with Moon.

With that settled, Nova would enjoy every single second of his time with you, keeping you close, refusing to let you out of his sight, especially after the whole Monty incident.

Of course, the subject of Springtrap would've reared its ugly head eventually, and Nova would gladly have gone out to deal with him. For as apprehensive as you are to be with him, well aware Sun must be suffering inside, and Nova's rather jealous nature, you would gladly fill him in on where to look for Springtrap's HQ. The solar boy would have immediately razed the place to the ground before anyone had a chance to realize he was there, resulting in Vanessa and Scraps' deaths.

Springtrap would have gone into hiding as a result, furious at this loss, scheming to find a work around for Nova, whom had proved far more cunning and intelligent than the shadow god predicted (idiot still has no idea Nova was awake long before he cast the spell that switched him and Sun lol, get ratioed by the lost knowledge you're supposed to be in charge of bitch).

Well aware Springtrap wouldn't give up that easily, Nova's main goal would have shifted to dealing with him. You would end up accompanying him on excursions to hunt the mad god, which would've, ironically, been when you and Nova had your most docile interactions, the sun god more focused on obliterating Springtrap than making out with you (a very difficult concept for him considering just how down bad he is).

This would be when he also found out about Eclipse, which would be a big trigger for his temper. Your days at the temple would put you more and more on edge, Nova's frustration over not being able to find the rabbit and retrieve the last piece of his familial puzzle building to dangerous levels. In the rare moments you are allowed to see Moon and your grandparents (another thing you had to beg for, especially over Nova waiting outside), they offer you as much comfort as they can, while you are struggling to hold it together. The link you now hold to the sun god does not help, sometimes almost painful with how bright it burns, and the internal conflict you can feel happening between Sun and Nova.

Eventually, this would devolve into a final clash between the three parties, Springtrap gunning for you, well aware you're the only thing that could allow him to regain any sense of control over Nova and the others, while the gods on Pharos would've been watching and waiting for their moment to save you and the others from Nova. Meanwhile, Eclipse would've suffered tenfold, since he was the only thing Springtrap had to occupy himself with. Eclipse likely would've become a bargaining chip during the confrontation, pissing off everybody, yourself included.

Not too sure of what the result would be, only that Springtrap def would have died, and Nova would likely have ended up breaking his part of the deal, summoning the not-so-fun backlash of breaking a godly pact. I'm thinking it would have ended in an Uno reverse, oH nO nOt ThE cOnSeQuEnCeS oF mY aCtIoNs type thing where they would've had to contain Nova until they could figure out how to regain Sun. Getting him to give up control like your previous life said is a MUCH bigger battle in this timeline, especially with Ballora not wanting anything to do with them anymore after Nova killed her daughter, deranged as Scrap might have been. She would've actually ended up leaving the group after Springtrap's defeat.

This end would assuredly be a lot more bittersweet. Freeing Eclipse from the pocket dimension would be incredibly dangerous, whatever spells Springtrap performed threatening to break should Eclipse's chains be removed. You would be able to get him back, like in the original ending, but he would be pretty much stuck without both Sun and Moon's help to contain the black hole. Nova is not budging, of course, and you can't exactly let him loose to assist, even in a weakened state. You visit Eclipse every day, though he is a lot more traumatized than before, jumping at every shadow, as if still expecting Springtrap to pop out and kill another illusion of you.

Freddy is left with picking up the pieces of his pantheon and the world, the planet still locked in place by Nova's refusal to withdraw the sun. Foxy and Moon would do what they could on the other half of the planet that's still ice, but melting it all into a new ocean would likely result in its evaporation, killing Foxy, so they are made to deal with the fact new life will not be a possibility for a long, long time. Monty assists as well, cooling the worst of the active volcanoes and their land, but there is little to be done about the blazing ball above scorching the surface. Of course, there is also the fact nobody has a clue where Golden is in all this, the last they heard of him being his hibernation.

Anyway, uh, this turned into a bit of a ramble, really got my imagination going I guess lmao. Whether or not they are able to right things is up for interpretation, the reader is immortal and still tied to Nova at this point (breaking the deal didn't change that, unfortunately), so there's that. Marionette and the twins might have stepped in at some point to at least fill them in about the Golden situation (though going into the shadow realm to retrieve him would be a whole other battle), but they're still not exactly able to interfere much, even if they hate this particular timeline to their cores. Nova would definitely continue to obsess over you and potentially play along if it meant having more you time. You do enter the sun god's head more than once and reunite with Sun, but it does little good, even in Nova's weakened state Sun is unable to wrestle back control by force. Whether or not you would've become a full blown god is also up for you to decide, as that would hinge on a successful rescue and revival of Golden. But yeah, just some thoughts.

[sigery]

Now that chaos has found out about Black Star how would the other stink of him. He's still quite bratty in person. A good old eclipse. But he's taking on a couple of other traits. One of those being manning the channel.

I'm pretty sure that is supposed to be "how the others think of him" but the idea of Chaos slobbering all over Black Star so he stinks of Chaos amuses me greatly

Most of the family probably won't be too interested in him; he is kind of boring. People most likely to be interested would be Envy, Glitter, and Pride.

Envy because he's another eclipse with a similar origin story but also in a very different mindset to his own. A lot of eclipses Envy never meets because they are dead. He knows a couple lords, but they are 'good' like him. or are a broken servant. There's some back ups out there, some better some worse. There are some completely different eclipses (like Angel or Puppy). Really I guess it's kind of a what if for him to understand.

Glitter never had a eclipse and is still new to the multiverse. Most eclipses are either too busy or dangerous for him to talk to. So this is kind of a chance for him. And this is also a excuse to hang out and bond with Blue Moon sometimes. (okay I just want my pastel sun to hang out by Black Star so if I have to push it a bit, I will)

Pride will never admit it, but in retrospect, he kind of misses the rivalry he had with Envy. Obviously the emotional distress was not fun, but the snark and puzzles were. He doesn't want to change the dynamic he has with Envy though, so Black Star will serve as a substitute. Plus he needs to know what kind of controllers and other gaming stuff he needs to get for Blue Moon.

[thetinyboio]

Welcome Home [Cult of The Lamb A.u]

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Prologue [Part 1][Part 2][Part 3][Part 4][Part 5] TW: Medical related talk minor though

Poppy raised her feather as if ready to argue but decided against it, not wanting to create more tension.

"Alright," she conceded, "just make sure he stays calm if he wakes up too soon again. He may need a revision."

With that, Poppy made her way to the nurse's station to gather more information about the medications everyone would require for the evening. Barnaby, still seated with his arms crossed in the corner, maintained his vigilant watch over the sleeping Wally and Thoth. Thoth’s gaze shifting awkwardly to the bedding, seemed uncertain in the silence.

Barnaby, attempting to break the ice and ease Thoth's unease, finally spoke up. 

"Aye, kid. I'm not gonna bite. So just relax, okay?" He rubbed the back of his neck awkwardly. "You like jokes?"

Thoth gave a small, hesitant nod.

Barnaby grinned, his nubby tail giving a playful wag.

 "If April showers bring May flowers, what do May flowers bring?" He paused, awaiting Thoth's response, but they shrugged in confusion.

"Pilgrims," Barnaby answered with a chuckle.

Thoth, still slightly perplexed, managed a small smile.

Barnaby continued his efforts to lighten the mood. "Oh! What did Baby Corn say to Mama Corn? Where's Popcorn?" He looked at Thoth, hoping for even a slight chuckle.

Thoth replied with a puzzled, "I'm sorry?"

Barnaby persisted, "Aw, come on, kid. Not even a fake laugh?"

Thoth finally caught on, he was trying to make them laugh. Barnaby posed another joke. "Mmm… How does the moon cut his hair?"

Thoth played along, asking, "How?"

Barnaby grinned triumphantly, "Eclipse it."

Thoth tilted their head in understanding and smiled a little, finally getting the joke. Barnaby let out a small laugh of relief.

 "Oh, thank goodness. You do have a sense of humor… well… ain't no medicine better than the healing power of laughter." 

He sighed, glancing over at Wally. "Oh, little buddy… what a mess, pal…"

Thoth, their expression softened with sympathy, looked between Barnaby and Wally. "How close are you two?" They inquired, their curiosity and concern evident in their eyes. "We've been knowing each other since we was in grade school, practically brothers sometimes," Barnaby reflected, his eyes drifting down to Wally before returning to Thoth. "I wish I knew who he was looking for; maybe I could have helped find them..."

Thoth listened intently, their curiosity piqued by the depth of the bond between Barnaby and Wally.

"Oh, I see..." Thoth responded, their tone tinged with a hint of melancholy. "I don't think I had a friend like that... He's really lucky to have people such as yourself and Miss Poppy to care about him..." They fidgeted with their bandages, lost in thought. "Where I come from... the only person that cared about me was my mother..."

Barnaby's eyes softened, and he offered a sympathetic nod. "Your mother sounds like a real sweet lady. I hope to meet her someday. Gotta know who raised such a smart and wise little guy!" He smiled, a touch oblivious to the somewhat somber tone of their conversation.

Thoth let out a sound that was somewhere between a laugh and a sad sigh, their gaze fixed on Wally.

"I think that would be the first positive thing my mother would have ever heard about me," they admitted. "I've always been told I daydream too much or don't pay enough attention, that I come off as ignorant..."

As the room settled into a brief silence, both Barnaby and Thoth found themselves contemplating the complexities of their pasts and the unique connections they had formed with Wally, their dear friend whose quest remained shrouded in mystery.

"Well, whoever says that is dead wrong," Barnaby insisted, his frown conveying his sincerity. "I think you've got a good head on your shoulders! Better than most I've seen out and about sometimes."

Thoth's smile grew slightly at the compliment, appreciating the encouragement. "You're very kind," they replied. "But just to be fair, I think if I was a bit smarter, I probably wouldn't be where I am now."

Thoth's thoughts turned inward, dwelling on past regrets. "Maybe if I would have said something... they wouldn't have taken her." They sighed, fidgeting with their itchy bandages. The itching only seemed to exacerbate their frustration. "At least when you wake up next, you'll have others waiting for you..." Thoth couldn't help but feel a pang of jealousy toward Wally's circumstances.

Barnaby, noticing Thoth's discomfort, tried to offer a solution. "Well, maybe, but you're here now," he pointed out optimistically. He shifted his chair so he was positioned between Wally and Thoth. "Best to make the most of it, ya know... Oh, hey, want me to see if Poppy can get something for that itch? Hate to see them have to cone ya; I've had to have that too many times when I get into a little too much trouble."

Thoth chuckled lightly, appreciating Barnaby's concern. "Yeah... sorry, guess I burned my paws really badly..." They sighed, their mind wandering to the uncertain future. "At least when you wake up next, you'll have others waiting for you..." Thoth couldn't help but feel a pang of jealousy toward Wally's circumstances.

Barnaby pondered Thoth's predicament for a moment before offering a solution. "Hmm, well, not that comes to mind, but I don't think you should worry about that after such an accident," he suggested. "But let me make some calls; I might be able to set you up someplace! Worst comes to worst, I've got an extra room; you can stay there till you get on your paws! Don't stress yourself over it, okay?"

Poppy's gentle interruption broke the reverie of Barnaby and Thoth, her presence a welcome one as she returned with the evening medications.

"Sorry to intrude again, but I have your meds!" she announced, placing a small cup of water and the necessary medicines next to Thoth, giving them time to take it when they were ready. She then efficiently replaced one of Wally's IV bags and disposed of the old, empty one.

She turned to address Barnaby with a hint of reluctance. "I do also hate to say this, Barnaby, but at 10, you'll have to go home, visiting hours are over by then. But I did okay it with the staff for you to come in with me tomorrow to check up on them."

As the medication began to take effect, Thoth's anxiety slowly dulled, and exhaustion overcame them. The room around them started to blur, and the bickering between Barnaby and Poppy became distant and dreamlike. In the hazy realm between wakefulness and slumber, Thoth was aware of their surroundings but felt detached from reality.

They listened to the back-and-forth between Barnaby and Poppy, the two friends bantering about Barnaby's insistence on staying by Wally's side. The sound of Poppy shooing Barnaby out of the room drifted into Thoth's ears.

Thoth's thoughts swirled, a mix of drowsy confusion and the effort to be polite. "...Oh? They're leaving? ...It was nice meeting you..." They mumbled silently in their mind as they succumbed to the medication's effects, descending into deeper unconsciousness.

In this dreamlike state, Thoth's mind played tricks on them, conjuring odd shapes and colors that danced before their closed eyelids. Amid the swirling patterns, a distant voice echoed—an all-too-familiar voice, that of their mother.

"Stop daydreaming, Thoth. You'll get yourself in trouble," the voice chided, a reproach echoing from the depths of memory.

Thoth's dreamscape shifted, Their ears perk up hearing the strange voice once more.

"Nice to meet you three properly!" the figure greeted, its voice echoing mysteriously in the dreamlike void. Thoth looked around but found no one else in this peculiar dreamscape. The unsettling encounter left them with more questions than answers, as the enigmatic presence lingered in the depths of their unconscious mind.

Thoth's heart raced as they tried to make sense of the surreal encounter. The towering figure before them, with its window-like eyes and long wild red hair and humanoid features, sent shivers down their spine. They stammered in confusion and fear, their voice trembling.

"Three?... W-who?... What… What is this?... Where's Miss. Poppy? Where am I?" Thoth's wide-eyed gaze scanned the endless darkness that surrounded them, a sense of disorientation taking hold. The echoing clunking of metal chains only added to their anxiety, reminiscent of the haunting nights in their previous cell.

The enigmatic figure responded, its words echoing through Thoth's dreamlike state. "Fear not, you are still in that world with the sweet bird and the large dog," it reassured them, its tone strangely calm despite its imposing appearance. "I have just projected myself into your mind while you sleep. My name, I've long since forgotten, as I've been imprisoned for so long. But you may have heard of me as 'The One Who Waits So Below.'"

The figure, seeing Thoth's unease, made a gesture of goodwill by shrinking its projected form to a more manageable size. It extended a hand toward Thoth, its intentions unclear yet seemingly welcoming.

"Pleased to finally meet you," it offered, its voice holding a hint of curiosity and anticipation.

Thoth, though still gripped by fear and confusion, stared at the large figur’s hand, unsure of the true nature of this strange being and the implications of this mysterious encounter.

[maguro13-2]

Darkness Reborn ~ Origins of the Ink Demon Final Chapter Pt. 5 ~

*Keyboard Typing*

Cid : Come on, you piece of junk! Don't go ballistic on me, you piece of crap! This has gotta be the database the Time Eater has left something from Soul World. Now we can finally live up to this Soul Eater garbage and give the real world a piece of their mind. I can't wait to see the secrets of going behind the scenes of the manga itself.

Aerith : Whatever there is, there's plenty of database within computer memory space. I'm sure anyone will might know that this Shinigami had to cover up a few secrets.

Cid : You sure know how to feel like a genius that knows about computers and data, but I wouldn't mindly recommend Merlin of calling myself a smart ass.

Merlin : Language!

Cid : Sorry!

Sora : So, Tron. Did you find anything the Kusakabe database?

Tron (as the computer) : Hmm, I did find any database within the Kusakabe's data, but I believe that there are no evidence of Shinra's involvement with the Heartlesses. It's what the Time Eater has left something for after it destroyed the Ohkuboverse in half, only to make sure that Shinra died and one person that was executed, Shinra and his beloved Iris died before the last one was executed and has recorded some footage about a pink-haired witch who was a chained to a chair during the execution video. The men of his influence does like to keep truth out of the public eye and the witches their selves.

Sora : So who was the witch from the Ohkuboverse that the time Eater executed?

*SA2 SFX : ALARM BLARING*

[Black Noise (Space Colony ARK ver.) - Kenichi Tokoi]

Sora : Hey, what's happening?!

Cid : What the hell's going on?! What's happening?! What's all this?!

Squall : Sora! I just found out that something must've happened from the Space Colony ARK! The computer in the Central Control room, has been activated by the seven items.

Sora : How did you know that seven items have activated the control room? What are those items that Sonic was talking about? Is it the seven lights or, the seven dwarfs, I wonder what were those seven items? *DING!* Of course, the Chaos Emeralds! Some "one" or Some "thing" managed to use the Chaos Emeralds to activate the machine in the ARK's Central Control, where a mass weapon of destruction that is capable of destroying a planet. Codename : Eclipse Cannon!

Cid : Excellent idea, Genius! Why would some "one" or some "thing" used a bunch of jewels to activate the machine and caused a virus to make the data go haywire!? Maybe I bet it's the DWMA'S fault that is causing their problems on us! Tch! The bastards and their stinkin' weapons can all just suck my nuts and see if they like it.

Tron : (yelling in pain)

Sora : Tron! Tron! What's wrong?! Are you okay!

Tron : HRRRRGHHH!!! THE...THE EVIDENCE! I FOUND THE EVIDENCE! It's the footage that I found within the Kusakabe database, this is what made the heroes and villains of Soul World , I meant the humans and witches hating each other! It's this! (Shows the same of footage Inca chained to a chair) I found that the remaining survivors of the Ohkuboverse's attack, it's the pink-haired witch that originated the Majo Order in Soul World!

Cid : Well, I'll be a son of a gun. If it ain't the ancestor of Kimial Diehl, Inca Kasugatani. AKA the true mother of all witches that ruled over witchkind. But is still a thrill-seeking nutcase to Shinra after his 1000 years of death.

Sora : Now I that I officially explained to everything. I'm beginning to think that Kimial Diehl has a long lost relative and she's actually a descendant to the Japanese. Now I'm getting to the point of these plot twists that solves a great mystery and puzzles to figure it out. Smart move for a detective like her. Now I understand why the witches of Soul Eater existed in the first place. The Time Eater was using a copied footage of Gerald's Execution, and for that safety measures, it really is up to something that no one has ever done it along time, If Kimial Diehl was really a witch that was orginated from pink-haired japanese clutz who is a seeker of thrills and violence. I don't know why she went crazy just for Shinra.

*RUMBLING*

Cid : Oh, EFFING SON OF B*TCH! NOW WHAT THE HELL'S GOING ON!?!

Sora : Guys! Look! It's the footage! It's making a broadcast that will spread across the globe! I think this must've been the Time Eater's doing!

[Madness - Kenichi Tokoi]

Cid : That crazy bastard...

[People mumbling]

Inca Kasugatani (seen from Footage) : Shinra-Kun, my dear. I am giving you this message to all of Real World AU. Listen to my voice carefully. I am giving Real World AU a warning that this will be their death sentence to every heartlesses that have scattered around the planet. So if my theories and caculations are correct, the Ohkuboverse will shatter the Real World in about 1000 years from the Ohkuboverse before the Time Eater destroys it all! You hear me, Shinra-kun? Both you and your foolish family will pay for your transgressions and your influece shall be vanished and destroyed in Real World AU, along with their great planet earth!

Shinra (Devil Chaos Chao) : No way...Inca. You're finally here to see me again.

Inca Kasugatani (Broadcasting) : I'll be waiting for you to see me again, Shinra-Kun. Don't forget about the platonic love we've created. Just hope that I wish that we could've find a different way for us to handle the pain and suffering that we did.

Shinra (Devil Chaos Chao) : No...Inca...It can't be...Inca, what happened to you? Why were you chained up? I'm sorry that even if you failed, I...I still had my chance of you making me chase after you! If I only wanted to save you, I could've saved both you and Iris. I tried...I tried! We all died...We all died and had our 1000 years of death, all because of you! (looks up into the sky, screams in rage) INCAAAAAAA!!!

*DBZ SFX : POWERING UP+RUMBLING*

"Shinra-Kun. At long last, I can finally hear your voice once more."

" I'm finally glad that you finally remembered me, the world you created shall cease into nothingness or end in Total darkness."

"Whatever fate shall holds, You will never forget me and I'll be there by your side."

"I gave my promise to you, Shinra."

"That is what I wished for."

Inca Kasugatani : Gomenne...Shinra-kun.

*TV BUZZING*

~ Eighty-First Scene : Love of a Witch ~

[rattlyglitch]

The Menacing Ruined Eclipse pt2

(There may be possible spelling mistakes since I haven't been able to grammer check be warned. This was a request made by AstroFair on ao3)

The sound of metal being dragged had stopped coming from Solar’s side of the phone. “I don’t understand how you could possibly want me to help you Sun. I’m not near the plex much less the daycare.” Sun nodded in understanding. “I know but if by time you get back if I haven’t found him or you for some reason find him, please call me.”

Sun began to look around again before Solar responded. “Ok. I'll call you if I find out anything. What should I do if I find him though? I mean do you want me to bring him back to the daycare? Or just leave him where he is?” Sun thought for a moment. “Bring him back to the daycare but please don’t scare him and don’t tackle him when you find him.

Puzzle doesn’t like being stuck underneath anything or scared. I think maybe one of the places he was staying beforehand might have collapsed on him or he just has a general fear of small spaces that he can’t get out of. As long as you hold his hand a you bring him back to the daycare he won’t try to escape because you technically ‘caught him’ then.” Solar seemed to be thinking over what Sun said before replying. “I understand Sun. See you and the others in a moment.”

Sun looked to see if Moon had answered, and he had. “How much did you hear Moon?” Sun asked. Moon chuckled. “I heard everything from the part where you were worried about him being in the plex. Have I ever told you that you act like a parent sometimes?” Sun rolled his eyes. “Probably either way if you know everything, I just said then just make sure that you also tell me if you find out where Puzzle is. He didn’t pass by where Monty and I are though.

So maybe you could try looking for him where Earth and Lunar are? For all we know Puzzle could have gone there and decided it would be a good place to hide.” Sun smiled when Moon mentioned that. He hadn’t considered that Puzzle could have gone to see Earth and Lunar. He didn’t really interact with the two much, but it could be possible that he was trying. “Great idea I’ll check there. Thanks Moon.” Sun hung up and headed towards Lunar and Earths room once he entered, he saw Earth and Lunar with Puzzle playing Uno.

Puzzle was the first to notice Sun and waved to him. “You found me. You found me. Yay. Yay. Now it’s time for me to run again and you to chase” Sun chuckled nervously at Puzzle’s reaction while Earth and Lunar seemed confused. Earth gently but quickly took Puzzle’s hand. “How about instead of running you talk with Sun about the reason for making a mess in the daycare like you told me and Lunar hmm?”

Puzzle looked at earth. He seemed slightly disappointed at the idea of telling Sun but didn’t seem completely against it. “Fine Fine I’ll tell br- the Sun why I made him chase me as I caused a ruckus but he has to promise not to get mad or tell the Moon. I don’t want him to be angry at me to.” Sun slowly went over to Puzzle before sitting with him, Lunar, and Earth. “I’m not mad at you for causing trouble. I just want to know why you did.” Puzzles eyes wandered around the room as he responded. “I’m getting anxious about my new body tired of being big and scary. Just want to have fun with the children as well while helping Sun watches and monitors everyone happily.”

Sun sighed glad the reason was at least reasonable. “I understand that you’re not happy that you haven’t gotten your new body yet and are probably scared about the before and after part but I promise that when you do get your new body it’s not going to frighten the kids while you work with me and the others. You could be as small as Lunar if you wanted to or even smaller if that’s possible. Me and Moon wouldn’t want the children to fear you when you’re working in the daycare with us.”

Puzzle looked at Sun and then smiled. “Thank you for comforting me Sun. I can go help you clean the mess I caused with glue and barrels and I promise to that I didn’t put glitter glue on anything but you.” Sun nodded. “Yeah your help cleaning up would be appreciated.” Sun stood up to leave. “Hey Sun if Puzzle is as short or shorter then me then we’re going to start a fun sized with the kids tomorrow” Lunar said grinning as he looked at Sun. “I bet the two of you will Lunar.” Sun said smiling at the thought of a fun sized club.

[hargachosenone]

Christian's body instinctively responded to Pelle's gentle touch, his senses hyperaware of every sensation. The brush of Pelle's fingers against his skin sent shivers of both pleasure and confusion down his spine. It was as if the world had narrowed down to that single point of contact, eclipsing all other thoughts and concerns.

A mix of emotions swirled within Christian, his heart pounding in his chest as desire and apprehension entwined. The lingering effects of the drugs intensified his sensations, amplifying the pleasure that coursed through his veins. It was a tantalizing dance of conflicting emotions, leaving him yearning for more while his mind grappled to comprehend the situation.

Confusion clouded his thoughts as he tried to reconcile the familiar bond of friendship with the newfound sensations coursing through his body. The lines between friendship and desire blurred, leaving him disoriented and vulnerable. It was a delicate balance, teetering on the edge of a precipice, and Christian found himself both drawn to and wary of the unknown depths that lay ahead.

His body responded with an ache of longing, craving the connection that Pelle's touch promised. Yet, beneath the surface, uncertainty lingered, as Christian questioned the nature of his own desires and the implications they held for their friendship.

Caught in this whirlwind of conflicting emotions, Christian's most natural reaction was to lean into Pelle's touch, seeking comfort and reassurance amidst the sea of uncertainty. It was a silent plea for understanding, a vulnerable moment that spoke volumes about his internal struggle.

Christian's mind struggled to make sense of the fragmented memories that flooded back. Amidst the haze, fragments of conversation floated to the surface, like disjointed puzzle pieces fitting into place. Mark's words echoed in his mind, a reminder of his own doubts and frustrations in his previous relationship.

"So then you can bitch to us for that week about how much you regret it," Christian murmured, his voice tinged with a mix of resignation and recognition. "And we'll be like 'Dude: you've been wanting out of this absurd relationship for the last year.' Oh sht, that's right."

The weight of truth settled upon him, mingling with Pelle's words about the Swedish women and the promise of a new beginning. It was a revelation that both terrified and intrigued him, a chance to shed the burdens of the past and explore uncharted territory.

A mix of emotions swirled within Christian—confusion, desire, and a deep yearning for something different. The allure of the unknown, of a fresh start and untapped possibilities, beckoned to him, mingling with the lingering arousal that the drugs had awakened within him.

"What does it all mean?" he whispered, his voice laced with a blend of anticipation and trepidation. "The Swedish milkmaids, the promise of new connections… Can I really leave it all behind and start anew?"

The questions hung in the air, unanswered yet pregnant with potential. Christian turned to Pelle, seeking solace and guidance in his friend's steady presence, hoping that together they could navigate the uncharted path that lay before them.

Christian's mind raced, trying to piece together the fragmented memories of that fateful night when everything had changed. The images of Dani's devastated face and the darkness that had engulfed her family flickered in his mind, casting a shadow over his thoughts.

"Yes, I remember," Christian replied, his voice tinged with a mix of guilt and remorse. "We were sitting there, eating pizza, and Mark and Josh were questioning our trip to visit your family. They thought it was some sort of strange cult or hippie commune. I didn't take it seriously then, but now…"

His voice trailed off, the weight of realization settling heavily upon him. In that moment, he understood the gravity of their conversation and how it had shaped the course of events that led them to this place. Regret washed over him like a tidal wave, knowing that he had dismissed Dani's concerns and disregarded the signs that something was amiss.

Pelle's words echoed in his mind, prompting Christian to search for deeper meaning in their past actions. The realization dawned on him that there was a greater purpose behind their visit, a purpose that had eluded him until now. His heart sank with a mix of understanding and apprehension.

"What's going on here? What do you want with me?" Christian murmured, his voice barely above a whisper. "We were brought here for a reason. I know..." The questions hung in the air, his voice heavy with uncertainty. Christian looked to Pelle, seeking answers and a sense of direction amidst the chaos that surrounded them. Deep down, he knew that the path ahead would be filled with challenges and revelations, and he hoped that Pelle held the key to unlocking the truth they both sought.

Christian's senses were on edge, his body flooded with sensations that overwhelmed his every thought. The drugs still coursing through his veins heightened his arousal, turning his own desires against him. It was a maddening dance of pleasure and fear, a tormenting paradox that drove him to the brink of insanity.

Every touch, every sound, seemed amplified, as if the world had transformed into a labyrinth of sinister delights. The cool breeze against his skin felt like a fiery caress, sending shivers of both pleasure and unease down his spine. His own body betrayed him, responding to the slightest stimulus with a surge of desire that bordered on painful.

Thoughts became a jumbled mess, his mind clouded by a fog of confusion and primal instinct. Rationality fought against the intoxicating frenzy that gripped him, but its feeble attempts were futile. Fear gnawed at his core, twisting his perception of reality and magnifying every shadow into a lurking threat.

Christian's world had become a kaleidoscope of terror, his own body a source of both pleasure and torment. His heart raced, his breath quickened, as he desperately tried to regain control over his own mind. But the more he struggled, the deeper he sank into the abyss of sensory overload.

Amidst the chaos, Christian's instincts screamed for escape, for release from this twisted nightmare. Yet, his bound limbs and the watchful eyes of his captors held him captive, stripping him of any semblance of control. It was a waking nightmare, a relentless assault on his senses that left him teetering on the edge of his sanity.

In this distorted reality, Christian's most natural reaction was a desperate plea for relief, for an end to the overwhelming sensory overload that threatened to consume him. But his cries went unanswered, drowned in a sea of chaos and desire. His only solace lay in the faint hope that someday, somehow, he would find an escape from this twisted web of pleasure and fear.

[gatheringbones]

["By the time I reached adulthood, I had developed a mask that hid my discomfort with my gender. I could attract women by exuding highly practiced masculinity. With my children, I was the father who demanded their best, and who would not tolerate misbehavior. I would have preferred instead to be the nurturing one, who told them there was no one else in the world like them. But I did what was expected.

The main effect throughout my adult years was a steadily increasing discomfort with my place in the social world. The sorts of friendships I seemed to form with other men tended not to be satisfying. With women, it was often easier. They were more likely to be comfortable with allowing an emotional vulnerability that I'd found much rarer in men. However, approaching women for friendship as a married man proved fraught with awkwardness. Misread intentions abounded despite my best attempts at sincerity, and suspicious nature overwhelmingly won out over willingness to connect as friends.

Entry into my fifties drove me finally to seek the source of my struggles and pursue relief. That year, I summed up my goal in two words: fit in. The more I examined my life and resolved to know myself better, the more my explorations became increasingly focused on gender.

As I put together the puzzle pieces, the picture slowly emerged that I was transgender. Movies and books that featured females fascinated me. The company of women calmed and comforted me, whereas the company of men made me uneasy. And from my teens on, I discovered a fascination with having a woman's body. It galled me to the point of pain that I would never experience the sensation of breasts or female genitals. When I fantasized about being a woman. a feeling of wonder and amazement overtook me, placing womanhood on par with a lottery win or landing my dream job.

My understanding of being transgender is that I have a structure in my brain that really wants me to be female. Some would say that means I'm female and have always been female. But my gender is the sum of my experiences, my physical being, how people see me, how I see myself, and the role I'm accustomed to play. I've lived for more than fifty years as a male. I've been a father for more than eighteen years, was a husband for twenty years (until transition shattered our marriage), and was looked up to as a male schoolteacher by generations of students. Did I think I could erase that in three short years by taking pills and asking everyone to call me by a new name, however feminine and beautiful?

(...) My new gender therapist was the one calm spot in this maelstrom of longing and change. She told me we all experience our transness in different ways. I am no less transgender, no less deserving of a satisfying transition than the four-year-old who begs his mother for a dress. The person who can say, "I wish I were a woman" need not allow herself to be eclipsed by those who say "I've always been a woman." There is no one right way to be transgender and no one way to transition. I understood that people whose gender doesn't fit neatly into the binary boxes of "male" and "female" are still entitled to transition into the presentation in which we are comfortable. Being nonbinary does not mean we need to be content to sit on the sidelines and cheer on others as they transform their lives."]

Suzi Chase, from Not Content On The Sidelines, from Non-binary: Memoirs of Gender and Identity, edited by Micah Rajunov and Scott Duane, Columbia University Press, 2019

[robininthelabyrinth]

Nie Huaisang is the cutest thing monsters have ever seen, they can be yao dragons or giant turtles one look at nhs and they want to feed hug or kidnapt him nmj trainning involved recovering his baby brother from every monsters nest around qinge

ao3

“I’m sorry,” Nie Mingjue said, his teeth gritted together and his arms shaking from the strain of holding Baxia up. “He’s mine.”

The massive tiger glared down at him over Baxia’s blade, currently stuck in its teeth, and growled something.

“I know,” Nie Mingjue said. His legs were shaking now, too. “I know, trust me, I know! I’m human, he’s – young, yes, yes, I know. But he’s my little brother! I’m not giving him up!”

The tiger spat out the blade, knocking Nie Mingjue backwards on his ass.

“And when you change your mind?” the tiger demanded. “Will you abandon him then?”

“No!” Nie Mingjue exclaimed. “Never! He’s my brother!”

“Mark your words,” the tiger said ominously. “Or else.”

It turned and stalked off, its tail waving arrogantly in the air, until its towering white form disappeared into the distance.

Nie Mingjue sighed in relief. “Huaisang?” he called, and a small head popped out of the nest the tiger had started building, blinking owlishly at him. “Come on, come to da-ge. It’s time to go home.”

“But Master Tiger said we were going to play…”

“Yes, well, he wanted to play for too long,” Nie Mingjue said. “Only a few centuries, give or take. Let’s go.”

-

It started back when Nie Huaisang was born.

No, more accurately, it started when Nie Mingjue’s father fell in love with someone he probably oughtn’t have, which according to the sect was not a terribly uncommon problem for him to have, and decided to bring home a bride.

Nie Mingjue could still remember the first time he’d seen the Second Madame Nie. They’d all been lined up to greet her, all the sect and close members of the clan in rows according to rank, Nie Mingjue fidgeting in the inside of the house proper in his first tangle with formal clothing outside of the discussion conferences. She had come sweeping in with her head held as high as a princess, seductive and bewitching.

Every movement had been perfect, the eyes of all the men fogging over in lust and the women in admiration – or visa versa, depending on their personal preferences – and a wicked smile had lit up her face when she had stepped across the threshold, officially becoming the sect leader’s wife, and maybe everything would have gone along with whatever plan she’d had back then if she hadn’t next seen him.

“Oh, look at you,” she exclaimed, rushing over to pinch Nie Mingjue’s cheeks between her hands. “What a delectable little morsel you are!”

“Uh,” Nie Mingjue said, staring up at her with big round somewhat-worried eyes.

“You charming little dumpling,” she said. “You adorable mouthful of meat! Spoonful of egg yolk!”

Nie Mingjue cast his eyes around to see if anyone would be willing to help him.

“My eldest son,” Nie Mingjue’s father said, not without pride – albeit perhaps a puzzled sort of pride. “He’s probably just about old enough to come to the forecourt, if you don’t want him to live with you –”

“Oh no,” she said. “He’s definitely living with me.”

And so she stayed, and Nie Mingjue stayed with her, and she doted on him in a way he found pleasant if mildly disconcerting. Within a year, she was pregnant, and irritated with it; six months after that, she was round and complaining, even though Nie Mingjue solemnly assured her that she was as beautiful as ever.

“This is your fault, you know,” she told him, and he blinked at her. “It is! Don’t get me wrong, your father’s a charming bull when he wants to be, and of course he fucks like a champion stud, but I stayed here for you, my little cabbage roll, my charming chunk of liver.”

She patted her belly.

“That means this here is all because of you. So you’d better take responsibility!”

Nie Mingjue considered the issue for a little. The argument seemed plausible, so he raised his hands and put them on her rounded stomach. “I will take care and watch over him for all my life,” he vowed, and the baby inside kicked his hand in response, sealing the pact.

“Oh you are so cute,” she said, pressing her hands to her cheeks. “My darling pork bun! My little fish cake! I could eat you right up, if only you were just a little bit older!”

When Nie Huaisang was born, she disappeared in a welter of blood, but Nie Mingjue’s oath remained.

The trouble started after that.

-

“You can’t raise a cub like that properly,” the winged lion argued, bating its wings as if that would help it make its point better.

Nie Mingjue glared at him. “Watch me!”

“It’s for your own good, little human. He needs his own kind –”

“I’m not listening to a treasure-seeker!”

The lion scowled at him. “I’ll have you know that most humans think I’m good luck!”

“You’re not trying to steal most humans’ little brothers, are you?!”

The winged lion sighed, a deep sound, so very noble and long-suffering that Nie Mingjue couldn’t resist the urge to lift his foot and kick the lion right in the paw.

“Brat!”

“Don’t care!” he shouted. “You leave my brother alone! He’s my responsibility, not yours! Piss off!”

“You can’t even feed him properly -”

“I’ll figure it out!” Nie Mingjue bared his teeth and wished he was old enough for a saber.

“You little…fine. Fine! I’ll bring you a book on how to feed a huli jing kit, and you keep to it, you hear me?”

“I will,” Nie Mingjue said. “But don’t you even think of taking him away!”

“On your own head be it,” the winged lion grumbled. “Not everyone’s as understanding as me.”

-

“Why are you wet?” Nie Mingjue’s father asked him.

“Water monkeys,” Nie Mingjue said shortly. “There was a nest.”

“Water monkeys? Don’t they normally stay away from people…? Or, I suppose, were these ones feral?”

“Thieves.”

“Ah. Well, nothing to be done about it, I suppose…bad luck for you to run into them here, of all places. But good experience! How many people your age can say that they fought water monkeys?”

“Can we go home?” Nie Mingjue asked, a little plaintively, and rubbed his nose. “How much can you really have to say to the Jiang sect, anyway?”

His father chuckled. “More than either of us would like, unfortunately. But if you’ve had enough of water, which no one can blame you for, maybe you and Huaisang can go shopping in the pier instead?”

That would work, Nie Mingjue thought, and nodded happily.

(Sect Leader Jiang was extremely embarrassed about the ghostly rats in the night-market – he claimed they’d never seen neither nose nor tail of them before the Nie brothers had accidentally tripped over their trap and had to flee from the swarm...)

-

“It’s a pleasure to meet you, Nie-er-gongzi,” the white-clad cultivator from the mountain said, smiling broadly and saluting deeply.

Xiao Xingchen had made himself famous during his first half-dozen night-hunts alone for his extraordinary grace, bearing and strength, and he said he was on a mission to help the world. He was beautiful, virtuous, and matched each ideal of gentlemanly arts.

Sects throughout the cultivation world were drooling at the thought of enticing him to join them, fighting for the opportunity to put in a good word with him.

Not all sects.

Nie Mingjue stepped forward, purposely putting Nie Huaisang behind him.

“Don’t you even think about it,” he said, hand on the hilt of his saber. “Buzz off, birdbrain.”

Xiao Xingchen might wear white, but Nie Mingjue knew a zhuque chick when he saw one.

-

“I found something for my aviary, da-ge!” Nie Huaisang, seven years old and delighted with his clumsy autonomy, announced.

Nie Mingjue, less than a full year into his new role as sect leader, rubbed his eyes. “Oh?” he asked, only somewhat wanting to scream endlessly into the void, which was better than usual. “That’s nice, Huaisang…”

“Come look! It’s so pretty!”

“I’m a bit busy –”

“But da-ge!”

Nie Mingjue sighed and got up, following Nie Huaisang to the door only to come to a complete stop.

“You have got to be fucking kidding me,” he said to the fenghuang currently pretending to be a rooster in a cage, as if anyone would actually mistake phoenix flames for regular feathers. “Do you have no dignity left?!”

-

“You can’t adopt the bashe,” Nie Mingjue said to Nie Huaisang, who pouted. “It eats elephants; we’d be broke within three months.”

He turned to the giant python.

“You can’t adopt Huaisang,” he said. “I will literally murder you.”

-

“Why can’t I go watch the eclipse?” Nie Huaisang complained. “Everyone else is going!”

“I’m not risking a tiangou.”

“The…dog that eats the sun? Really, da-ge, is that even real?”

“You know what,” Nie Mingjue said, “you’re grounded just for saying that.”

Nie Huaisang grinned.

-

“Maybe I want to go and live among the qilin!” Nie Huaisang screamed, fourteen and hormonal about it.

“Well you don’t get a choice!” Nie Mingjue bellowed back.

“You’re not my father! I don’t have to listen to what you say!”

“I’m your fucking sect leader and yes you do!”

“I hate you!”

“I don’t care if you hate me! You still aren’t going to go live in a field with some magic pointy deer and that’s final!”

The qilin herd wisely chose to withdraw.

-

“Da-ge,” Jin Guangyao hissed, and Nie Mingjue looked up from his work at him – he hadn’t heard Meng Yao this upset since he’d shoved him into a closet to get him out of way during the whole dangkang boar hunt debacle. “Da-ge, there’s a dragon outside.”

“Again?” Nie Mingjue said, standing up to stretch and feeling oddly unbalanced. They’d just finished another session with the song of Clarity, so he really shouldn’t be feeling like this; he would need to write to Lan Xichen again about his fears that the treatment really wasn’t working. Lan Xichen would probably only say to give it more time, another chance, but still… “Let me go talk to them. Dragons are the worst.”

“No, da-ge, you don’t understand,” Jin Guangyao said. “It’s not a water-serpent or – or even a jiaolong – it’s a dragon.”

“A flood-dragon is a type of dragon,” Nie Mingjue said, following Jin Guangyao outside. “You know that, it’s in the name, what’s the big – oh, I see. It’s a celestial dragon.”

Jin Guangyao glared at him with an expression suggesting that he was under-reacting, but Nie Mingjue really didn’t have the capacity in him to reach with appropriate fervor at the moment. He and Nie Huaisang had been fighting a lot recently, every little thing escalating into a giant argument, and he was no longer sure if he was doing the right thing in trying to force Nie Huaisang onto the path of his ancestors. After all, unlike Nie Mingjue, Nie Huaisang had – somewhat different ancestors, on his maternal side.

And, he supposed, Nie Huaisang was old enough to decide otherwise, if he truly wished…

Still, Nie Mingjue was as stubborn as a mule and had no intention of giving up his baby brother without a fight, so he braced himself and went over to the frankly massive creature draped over the entrance gateway and much of the training yard that the entirety of the Nie sect was doing its utmost best to pretend that they weren’t seeing.

Nie Huaisang was sitting on the thing’s five claws – an imperial celestial dragon, apparently – because of course he was.

“Excuse me,” Nie Mingjue called up to the dragon, which turned its head to regard him, an entire production that took nearly a quarter ké to accomplish. “The brat there is mine, please return him.”

“Da-ge!” Jin Guangyao hissed again, but Nie Mingjue waved him away.

“You have raised him well,” the dragon said, which was…a good deal nicer than most of these interactions usually went.

“…thanks?” Nie Mingjue said suspiciously, ignoring Jin Guangyao’s splutters of “It talks?!” “I think?”

“I have chosen to grant you a boon,” the dragon announced.

“…right,” Nie Mingjue said. “If this ‘boon’ is that you’ll take him off my hands, I’m afraid I’m going to have to refuse. He may be trouble, but he’s still my brother.”

“Da-ge!” Nie Huaisang exclaimed, indignant. “Don’t be rude. I asked him for this!”

Nie Mingjue frowned at him, unable to resist the feeling of hurt even though he’d already told himself to expect something like this. “…you want to leave?”

“No, da-ge, don’t be ridiculous. I asked him to improve your health!”

Ah.

“Huaisang –” he started to say.

“Don’t you ‘Huaisang’ me!” his little brother shouted. “I know you’re trying to hide it, but it’s getting worse, isn’t it? San-ge told me so! He said I should get ready!”

Nie Mingjue made a mental note to strangle Jin Guangyao, who had no right to say something like that to Nie Huaisang even if maybe it wasn’t the worst idea in the world to emotionally prepare Nie Huaisang for the upcoming bereavement and inheritance he would need to face.

“Anyway, he said to get ready, so I did!”

“You can’t just ask a divine dragon to fix me, Huaisang. That’s not how this works.”

“Uh, it totally does, and I did, and he agreed. So there!”

Nie Mingjue crossed his arms and glared. “And what did he want in return?”

“The boon is a reward for your past merit, not a trade for the deeds of the future,” the dragon said, not even slightly hiding how its whiskers were shaking with suppressed laughter. “You have travelled a difficult road, and borne the weight of it well. And besides…”

“Besides?”

“If you were to die, he would undoubtedly petition the creatures of the underworld to return you.”

“Well, fuck,” Nie Mingjue said, having not considered that. “Fine. Whatever. Heal me and I’ll try to keep an eye on my health going forward.”

Maybe more Clarity? He could try to free up his schedule, get in a few more sessions…

“I just give up,” Jin Guangyao said behind him. “I just fucking give up.”

Nie Mingjue, assuming that he was talking about Nie Huaisang’s nonsense, agreed whole-heartedly.

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Claws of Carnality | jjk (3)

 Pairing: alpha jungkook x omega reader

Genre: smut, fluff and angst, abo/werewolf, fantasy 

Rating: 18+ / nsfw

Word Count: 3.2k

Warnings: alpha!jungkook, possessive!jungkook, omega!reader, mentions of breeding/ruts/heats, mentions of a mark, slick and pre-ejaculatory production, scenting 

Summary: Denial is a crude adversary in how it battles your want to accept the alpha that has no shadings of doubt that you are, in fact, his mate. He intends to clear things up for you using the one surefire thing that will, however, prove him to truly be yours and you are utterly helpless in denying him.

A/N: So, here we are with part three already. Goodness, I can’t even believe how much attention this has gotten so far. Please keep it up, you guys! It really feeds my creative juices and encourages me when you guys let me know what you think of the stories I put out! Anyway, I hope you all enjoy this next part. Things are gradually going to begin to heat up from here on out and I can’t wait to see how you all react! 

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You try to swim through the flurry of thoughts, the floundering disbelief heavy as you wade through it in spite of the amused alpha that watches you with interest as a myriad of expressions pull at your features. It’s difficult to keep yourself afloat amidst the frenzy of emotions that cascade over you and your alpha notices this in the way that you fidget where you stand in the intensity with which he regards you, your hand clutching at your skirt as you inhale through your mouth to attempt to replace the air that eludes you.

 One side of his lips curl upward in the effect he’s already had on you that only deepens in your silent refusal to acknowledge the final piece of the puzzle that would complete the missing segment of conviction still lost to you.

 Unlike you, Jungkook has not an inkling of doubt that you are, without question, his mate. He just hadn’t known up until a few moments ago that you are to become something so much deeper than that to him that will extend into his very being, for even he’d had no idea that you are destined to be his soulmate in which there hasn’t been a pair of wolves like that for many thousands of years.

 It all made sense to him in how his eyes had found themselves magnetized to the opposite pole that was you,  the constant holder of his attention whenever he’d had the privilege to watch you frolic gleefully with your omegean friends outside your den whenever he passed by through the cover of the trees after a successful hunt, his own scent masked by the carcasses of his prey.

 He’d never been able to explain the inexplicable pull toward you that had grasped him unrelentingly until he’d managed to catch sight or smell of you to, nor had it made sense to him why he’d wanted to express himself to you so much so that he’d danced in effort to satisfy the need to bask in the warmth of your intrigued gaze.

 Nothing has ever quite compared to the way that his blood races when you so much as glance at him now that he thinks on it and gods, he longs for you to welcome him now as eagerly as you had in the supposed safety of dreams. Even now the inebriating scent of you coils around him insistently as it begs for him to come closer to the source of his desires he’s yearned for years.

 It’s not as easy for you to accept this, though, no matter how much you want to. Gods, do you want to.

 In light of the bright, flashing signs that your wolf begs for you to heed, there’s a very critical and very crucial element that would immediately clear away the lingering shadow of denial that this creature before you who looks to have been crafted by the gods is meant to be yours. Despite your purebred omegean blood that distinguishes you as the most desirable of candidates for alphas and betas alike in the rarity of such a pedigree amongst your dynamic, Jeon Jungkook could have any bitch in the pack he wished. There were many others who you believed looked better and gave back to the clan more than the likes of you.

  And in the self-consciousness that shackles you, you had not breathed through your nose ever since he’d brought himself near to you.

 You know that the moment that you do, there will be no question that he is truly the alpha from your dreams who boldly claims to be your mate, for the intoxicating scent of him that had incensed itself within you was deliciously unforgettable in the way it had had the power to have you glistening with slick upon a single whiff. Because of that, there is a reason that you are actively choosing not to use your olfactory sense around him.

 Only within the old tales written in the aged tomes of the compound’s archives which are guarded by the elders has there been recollections of the legendary lupi antiquis, who were the progenitors of the werewolf race. These creatures were incarnations of nature manifested into the bodies of wolves that were guided by the moon’s phases in the celestial body’s wish to bring life to the earth in the decay of other mythical creatures who had grown sad and lifeless without a companion in the rarity of which they’d roamed.

 To ensure the strongest and most virile of the moon’s creations found a partner that would belong and be designed solely for them, it was said that the celestial body preselected the companion that would remain loyal to them through the entirety of their life by choosing for them a soulmate.

 The word has always been held close your heart in the romantic radiance of it, for it had been said that a bond unlike any other in the lupine world burgeoned inside two destined mates of the moon’s selection among the abilities that allow such a pair to share thoughts and feelings with one another telepathically across insurmountable distances in addition to each wolf becoming stronger where the alpha would gain physical strength while the omega would be granted bolstered mental fortitude.

 Beyond that, the wolf’s kiss could cure their mate of any ailment or injury in the profound love that the very essences of each kindred spirit were vested with as they longed ardently to remain together forever and always.

 As time had passed, the word had begun to become diluted in the diminished occurrences with which it happened as more and more werewolves began to populate and once pure bloodlines became soured by excessive mating between different partners in the uncontrollable ruts and heats that drove them to couple with any wolf in the vicinity under the influence purely of instinct to breed and be bred.

 Many lives had been lost during the violent, territorial battles over both alphas and omegas for a partner that often ended in death to one or both participants, the lessons of the past yielding guidance to the future generation in the written accounts left behind so that the fledgling pups that came after would not suffer as the earlier wolves had.

 It is why your pack has such defined rules now upon the presentation or period of peak maturity for omegas in particular because they have always been the desired mates of alphas.

 It is also how the entire compound knows when the last happening of two soulmates was, which had been a couple thousand years ago when the moon had aligned with the rest of the planetary bodies in the meticulously structured history courses that all maturing wolves are mandated to take and in the stories that are told by the elders over annual bonfires celebrating the bonding between two wolves.

 Perhaps it is all of these reasons that have every wolf in your pack still able to discern and recognize the defined series of circumstances that present themselves between two lupine creatures fated to be each other’s soulmate.

 The first is the gift of sight, which allows each lupine creature to see the eyes of their mate. The second is the gift of olfaction, which is the amalgamation of scents naturally produced from the scent gland of each wolf that have the ability to draw the undivided attention of their destined other so temptingly that it causes sudden production of either slick for omegas and pre-ejaculative fluid for alphas. In addition, this one is powerful enough that it acts an effluvious vice that impulses each lupine creature in how desirously their mate can waft into and draw out their counterpart’s instincts.     

 Each are granted only after the moon lights a path for them both to meet, but that hadn’t happened for you, had it? After all, it’s not like the stream of dreams every night after the last eclipse could have-

 Your eyes widen bigger than the largest star as your cheeks color themselves redder than a ruby in mortification as the links join together and that has the alpha relishing in the adorable sight of you as he croons, “There it is, pretty. I knew you would come around soon enough,” he fixes his sight on the edge of a reddened petal he’d caused to fall over your skin in your supposed fantasy that peeks out from under the edge of your silken choker that he wishes he could tear off of you and add more of his marks to as he continues, “Did you think I would allow my mate to suffer with how desperately you whined and how loudly you howled for me?”

 You fumble for words in the embarrassment that soaks you as you try to speak past a mouth that is dryer than the desert while you shake your head like you’re in a daze and you might as well be in how incapable you are of rationalizing at this point.

 “This can’t be… it can’t be possible.” You whisper quietly as if thinking aloud and Jungkook finds that he appreciates the sound of you, that he is pleased in how you’ve finally chosen to use that cute voice of yours and let him into your thoughts.  

 The alpha coos, “Oh, my pretty omega, but it can,” he takes one calculated step closer, “Come on, little omega, smell me.  Do not think that I have not caught on to the fact that you haven’t used your nose in your efforts to deny this, to deny me.” His honeyed voice slathers itself over you, as you melt under its thickness, “You asked your alpha to come find you and I have, pretty. Now, it’s time for you to do the same. Scent me and see that I am the one the moon has promised you to, that I am the alpha you belong to.”

 He delivers his words to you in the form of a command as he takes another step toward you only to have your heart beat faster against your ribcage, your wolf lowering its head in submission as you try to make yourself smaller under his searing, prompting gaze and the longer that you dangerously surrender yourself to those golden irises that are still speckled with the silver that mirrors your own, your resistance cracks and folds gradually under his increasingly prominent pressure. It can only be compacted and compressed so much until nothing remains and, unable to disobey his directive, you swallow a thick lump of nervousness down your throat before clearing it as he looks on expectantly.

 His avid attention sears into you doggedly and, under its power, your omega blood boils in need to heed him and, purely driven by your body’s desideratum to yield to him without the input of any cognizant thought, your hand finds itself slowly and tentatively lifting toward the exposed neck that he has bared torturously against the obscenely opened shirt.  The fluttery wings of anticipation flap animatedly within you as the alpha watches with intrigue, allowing you to slowly near him.

 Your fingers do not stall as they ghost over the notch between his collarbones as you dare to allow yourself to touch the skin that tries to reach for you in the waves of heat that roll off of him and when you turn your hand so that the soft underside of your wrist just barely manages to rub against his sensitive scent gland that all but strains and pulses against you, your breath hitches as a deep rumble of a growl tumbles from his throat in response.

 It is not a sound born of aggression, but of satisfaction that has your omega preening under its euphoniously low trill and when his fingers close around your forearm to possessively drag your radiocarpal joint back and forth over the intimate area that secretes pheromones wantonly for you, your wolf sings at his hot touch, at the way that his fingers curl deliciously over your delicate skin.

 The whole time, his irises flash tellingly in gratification that has you helplessly falling for the way he looks at you like you’re the only thing that exists, the only thing that matters as he greedily drinks in the way your mouth has parted dazedly while he coats himself in your own essence that is produced richly from the glands in your wrist.

 The scent glands of the neck were far stronger, far more potent, but right now, he will take from you what you decide to give. There will be time for more later, he is sure.

 Your delicious scent is quick to consume him, the sound that drips from his lips deepening in pitch as your aroma drapes itself over him in its entirety before sinking into his very pores until he’s momentarily drunk off you, his pupils enlarging until there is only you.

 “Gods,” he utters, “you smell like sin, pretty. You’re like a fucking aphrodisiac in how you tempt me.” Somewhere in his pants, his cock twitches to life at the mere scent of you as your carnal essence awakens something far too primal within him.

 “J-Jungkook,” you whimper, your wolf baying in delight at his admission and wantful actions.

 In response to him, your own irises dilate as your heart pangs wildly against your chest, breath a hard companion to come by in his overbearingly alluring presence that seeks your own in the warmth of his skin that reaches longingly for you.

 You can’t begin to rationalize how long he slides your wrist sinfully against him as he makes a point of trailing your radiocarpal joint over the vast expanse of muscles that line his neck as they all but jump at your touch as the sound that tumbles from his lips darkens impossibly more only to draw out a whine from you. Minutes or hours could have passed since this started, but you have no care in the world because of how caught you are under his simmering stare.

 Once he’s secure in the knowledge that succulent scent of you has smeared him to the point of no return, that’s when he pulls your hand back until he holds it under your nostrils while his mouth waters at the delectable waft of you through his own that sets his very blood on fire.

 His fingers sink wonderfully into your skin and it is positively unholy in how his heat permeates you until you’re filled gloriously with it he orders, “Go on now, my pretty omega.  Breathe me in until every last doubt is torn from you and all you can think about is me,” his breath is hot against your cheek as he inches impossibly closer in the need to be impossibly closer to you as you shakily exhale while he finishes, “Drink me in until this little body of yours is sated in the sweet recognition of the alpha that owns it.”   

 His words settle viscously over you and in the command of the alpha that you are helpless to resist with your omegean blood, you do. You did not want to fight this, did not want to fight him. It went against your baser instincts and nature to do so. It was all just your self-consciousness that had bound you back and away from him, but under his attention that does not waver in the imposing neediness of it that glints with a savage saturation dripping from his very being, you can’t withstand it. So, you obey.

 The change is immediate.

 Upon the first whiff of him that drizzles up through your nostrils to trickle fluidly like that of a delicious philter through you, your every cell is flooded with stimulation that is guided by the heady essence that is decidedly and uniquely him. He tastes of newly dewed grasses that are accented by an earthly underlayer and somehow it is all bolstered by the overwhelmingly delicious amalgamation of blooming gardenia, black vanilla and freshly matured pear.

 A sudden deposit of slick finds itself between your folds that glisten to life and it earns a sharp growl from him as he brings one lip between his teeth.

 He reeks of pungently dangerous desire that beckons your very being and your eyes roll to the back of your head at in its insistent invitation as he fills you with his quintessence and soon your body can no longer bear your weight in the way that his strong incense curls around you to have your limbs grow weak under its inexorable consummation of you.

 Your weakly whisper, “Alpha…my alpha,” the concession quick to run through your veins as you yield to him.

 Your legs begin to tremble precariously with each breath you take in effort to collect as much of him as you can, the familiar smell exactly alike to that of the one belonging to the wolf from your dreams as understanding and recognition saturate your being.

 “Omega,” Jungkook breathes, satisfaction washing over him as he watches your body react so affectedly to him.

 And when your body is no longer able to bear your weight in how quickly the alpha has drawn away their strength through his own power, he is there.

 At the same time that your head falls back and your sense of equilibrium leaves you through numbed legs, one of his large hands finds its place along your nape while one muscled arm wraps around your back to pull you against the built planes of an aureate chest as he croons, “My beautiful omega. You’ve acknowledged me at long last. Such a good girl for me, you are,” he angles his head low so that his heated breath once more billows against you, “I’m going to take you with me to the forest now, pretty. Once we’re there, you’re going to watch me shift so that I can hunt just for you. When I return,” his pink tongue darts outward to wet his lips as his gaze surges with hunger, “I expect my mate to be waiting for me before I let every wolf in this fucking compound know that you’re mine when I claim you at the ceremony tonight.”

 Your breath stutters at that and when his arms dip to collect you like his bride as he tucks you against the muscled chest that you subconsciously lean into you in the safety that pours from him that your wolf relishes in. Through it all, you can only barely utter, “As you wish, alpha.”

 As he holds you close, you nuzzle your alpha and there’s a high-pitched, satisfied purr that easily cascades through your throat in the warmth and security that his able body offers. You care not how far your song of satisfaction is carried in the winds that swell against you only to roll tauntingly over all the alphas in the distance that Jungkook is in charge of as the pack alpha’s son who is meant to one day lead the compound.

All that matters is that you’ve found your alpha and that he, in turn, has found you.

 High in the sky, the moon hides behind the awakening sun as golden rays begin to filter searchingly through the thick underbrush of the forest lining the horizon as far as the eye can see.