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lilithsmom · 2 years ago

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Goodbye 2022, you were a good one

It is January 2nd 2023 - at least for the next 42 minutes.

I’ve posted a lot of pictures but no real updates about life. So here’s a little catch-up on how the rest of 2022 went.

I guess I should start with the fact that today marks 6 months of being with Carlos. I’ve never been happier. I love our love so much. We’re so good together and to each other, and we both say exactly what’s going on in our heads to the other. It feels so comfortable, I am forever going to be in awe that I found this kind of love. I never thought I was worthy of it. We had so many adventures and we’ve already discussed our future adventures this upcoming year, safe to say I cannot wait. More camping, more off-road adventures, all the things I used to do alone but now with the love of my life.

Kayli is moving in in March. Jesse is moving out and I know there’s a whole post about that so I won’t go on and on but I think us not living together anymore will be for the best. I’m excited to revamp the apartment, and to see Kayli more, and just have fun hangs. Most of our hangs have been in my apartment anyway so now she just won’t have to drive home. I feel like the vibes are just going to get so dang cozy.

I am a godmother now. Kristine gave birth on 11/11/22 to Mikaela Aviana Charlton. She was suppose to be born a Sagittarius but she decided to arrive early and be a Scorpio with a Gemini moon. I truly cannot wait for her to grow into a little person with her own personality. I flew home for a weekend just to meet her and spend time with Kristine and Rae. They are really killing the parenting game, and give me some hope that I can do it too but I know I wouldn’t be able to do it without Carlos. Carlos is like Rae in that he’s the calm chill parent and that’s exactly what I need to balance me out. Kristine seems so happy though, she’s become so emotional since becoming a mom and I absolutely love to see it.

I hosted thanksgiving and christmas at the apartment. It was just for Carlos and his roommates but still. It was so exciting and fun. I was very awkward on Thanksgiving but then Christmas was a breeze. I really love cooking for so many people and watching them love what I’ve made. Thanksgiving was a roasted chicken, Roasted vegetables, honey butter rolls, green bean casserole, stuffing, pumpkin pie, and apple sauce cake. Christmas was roast beef, onions au jus, Asparagus with whipped feta, mashed potatoes, more honey butter rolls, maple carrots, and a gingerbread cake.

Christmas in general was a hit. We celebrated noche buena at Carlos’ and he made Dominican food which was delicious. I could not stay up to midnight without napping. It’s going to be a challenge in future years, I can already tell. But Carlos got me a knife sharpener as his joke gift because I always have dull knives, a pet cam to watch Lilith while I’m away, and a pinned death’s-head hawkmoth. And his roommate’s got me gifts too which was the sweetest. He loved my gifts for him as well - a purple TC Tugger shirt (made by me), a personalized cookie tin with never ending refills, and a gold chain. He hasn’t taken the chain off since I gave it to him and it makes me so happy that he really likes it.

My birthday was also a good day. While I got the birthday sads the day before and found myself sobbing for no real reason, my actual birthday went well. I reserved brunch at the Lumber Baron Inn and we ended up being the only guests which was very fun. Then we went to the Kirkland Museum of Fine and Decorative art which was just so cool, and then the Denver Nature and Science Museum which was also very cool. Their Gem and Mineral exhibit is so freaking cool. And then we had dinner at Ocean Prime. I thought it would be a nice cap off to the year since that is where I went in January for my first solo dinner.

I could gab on more and more but now it’s only January 2nd for 16 more minutes and I’m quite tired. But it’s safe to say 2022 has been a great time and I’m excited for what the next year holds.

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alixx-black · 4 months ago

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Terminal (27): The Absolute Limited

TERIMINAL: The Absolute Limit - Chapter 27 - This project is an #epicpoem inspired by #escapril2024 prompts telling the story of a six-year-old with #childhoodcancer #napowrimo #letsescapril

An epic poem inspired by Escparil 2024’s prompts. For every day that Aviana felt bad, and though she was on the verge of true, actual death – she woke up on the first day of spring and knew she had never know what it actually felt like to be moments from dying; but now? Aviana woke up choking on the air she breathed, she felt her veins harden in her arms, her muscles slack around her bones,…

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#childhood cancer #epic poem #escapril 2024 #escaril #fiction #long poetry #napowrimo #original fiction #poem #Poetry #poetry collection #Short Fiction #terminal illness

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baphoblues · 2 years ago

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name masterlist

names i'd like to use for characters that i find rather pretty!

deyanira - capable of great destruction

aesira - fighter, brave

ahren - forest

izel - unique

emery - power

erix - eternal ruler

mira - sea

vellamo - water, lakes, and seas

merikh - death, slaughter

raidne - siren

araluen - place of the water lilies

lyra - lyre

inola - black fox

leiluna - summer moon

ahmes - child of the moon

raelyn - sunbeam lake

aeron - carnage, slaughter

namir - cat

feyre - beautiful, fairy

amara - everlasting, immortal, grace

atarah - crown

mariana - star of the sea

eirian - silver

yeva - life

mirana - peace, prosperous

marzanna - death, winter

kaius - rejoice

alyra - harp

augustine - magnificent

jude - praise

delyth - pretty

coronis - crow

evren - universe

aviana - gracing the sky

finnick - phoenix

meltem - sea wind

zielle - heavenly

io - the moon

kijana - youth

vieva - living life

amari - strength

malina - soothing

aellae - whirlwinds

rathnait - little prosperous one

abraxas - a mythical word

syretia - a curious being

twyla - twilight

amets - dream

isa - travels at night

wislawa - great glory

raz - secret

ylva - she-wolf

fallon - leader

yeona - heart of gold

toinette - invaluable

eiphah - darkness, gloomy

kyra - throne

aysel - moon flood

yesfir - star

vasilka - queenly

ozanne - deliver us

airla - ethereal

niamh - radiant

laelia - lunar

sabah - morning

udara - summer

onatah - of the earth

kalypso - she who conceals

alkmene - might of the moon

unnur - wave

evulka - life

arwan - brave, courageous

ahmya - black rain

esyllt - glacial battle

clodovea - famous warrior

ksenija - stranger, foreigner

demir - iron

lieve - dear friend

aisling - dream, vision

ixone - solitude

islwyn - below the grove

tulay - veil of the moon

ladonna - lady

eleuia - wish

aderyn - bird

erna - battle to the death

renata - reborn

ayshil - full moon

blida - white flower

arjan - golden light

brygida - the exalted one

yieshah - alive

dagny - new day

maarja - rebelliousness

medakse - silky

yaminah - proper, blessed

idothea - knowing goddess

ase - god

#names

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breezerocks · 3 years ago

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Breezer's Top Metal Songs 2021

Breezer’s Top Metal Songs 2021

We made it to 2022, and that means it’s time for Breezer’s Top Metal Songs 2021!!!I created this playlist from Metal songs I heard over the course of 2021 which tickled my fancy. Maybe you caught them in my Instagram stories. They all aren’t necessarily new songs. Some may be classic tunes (Danzig, anyone?) while others are enjoyable toe-tappers from a few years ago (Love me some Powerman). Don’t…

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the-stars-align-writingblog · 7 years ago

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Samone Blaze

Not even she could fight off the rising despair. It was too intense to ignore, and the pain seared through her chest. It felt as if a spear had impaled her heart, and fire was puncturing her throat. She wanted to scream and cry, but she was unable to muster the tiniest sound. Her mind swirled with the thoughts of what had just happened.

Her brother had opened the gateway between them and the murderers. Her brother-in-law had tried to fight back, but was killed for his bravery. Her sister had been hiding her children when they attacked her. She had been killed, and her daughter was taken away. The son was nowhere to be found. Her parents had gone missing since the beginning. They were most likely dead by now. Violet, her niece, could be seen fighting alongside her father, Silas.

She could not move. Everything was happening so fast. So many dead... and yet the fight had only just begun. Her entire family was gone, dead, or with the Manifests. She had never married, for she devoted all of her time to her siblings, nieces, and nephews. But they were all lost to her... and now she was completely alone.

She didn’t know how, but she started walking towards where her sister had died. The war that raged around her faded into the backround of her mind. The death and suffering became only white noise.Each footstep felt heavy, but she managed to find the strength to continue on. She reached to house in what seemed like hours, but also only seconds. She spotted her sister a few feet away.

Aviana’s body was bloody, but not mangled. If it weren’t for the sanguine stains, she maybe would’ve looked alive. Maybe. Her throat had been sliced, and her limbs were stiff. She had been dead for awhile. Who knows how long. But she would not let Aviana’s body rot beside this old house. She needed to be somewhere better, away from the battle that ended her life.

She picked up her sisters body slowly, stumbling away from the cottage. She spotted trees and had a weak, weary idea. She began bringing Aviana to a nearby forest. They wouldn’t find her under the cover of the leaves and branches. It was quiet, and peaceful, and Aviana always loved the forest. It would be a good resting place for her.

She staggered into the center of the woods and knelt by a large oak tree. It was beautiful there. Aviana would surely love it. A bed of flowers covered the base of the oak, serving as a comfortable bed for Aviana’s body. She would suffer no longer.

After Aviana was laid to repose, she made her way up to the old house where Aviana had tried to hide. Her steps started to carry more strength, and she walked faster. She reached the entrance quickly. She opened the door, and didn’t bother to close it. She didn’t care if they found her. She had nothing to live for anyway. Why should she bother with this life anymore. She was alone. Nobody depended on her anymore.

She started shaking and, before she even realized it, rage flowed freely out of her. She opened her jaws in a painful screech and pounded the wall in anger. She let the tears come, not caring who saw or heard her. She let her mind wonder through the memories, her fists hitting the wall repeatedly.

This was all Silas’ fault. If he didn’t kill Lionel, everything would be fine. If he wasn’t a Manifest, if he wasn’t her brother, if he didn’t fall for Vanity, if he hadn’t of been born.

No, it was Lionel’s fault for dying. If he had fought a bit harder, everything would be fine. If he hand’t of married Aviana, if he hadn’t of angered Silas, if he hand’t of taken them in when his parents died, if he hadn’t of saved Silas from falling off a cliff.

No, it was everyone’s fault. It was everyone’s damn fault for causing this stupid fucking reality. They were all to blame. Violet died, Pierre seduced Silas,Lady Lily Elice called the Cage family special. Everyone did the wrong thing. Everyone was a horrible person. Why didn’t they all just die? Why didn’t it just go away?!

...

No.

It was her fault. She pushed Silas to the edge. She gave Lionel false hope. She let Aviana die... She enabled all of this... She should just get out of there and fight the battle for her family, not sitting in this old house feeling sorry for herself.

“Who are you?”

A voice sounded behind her. She turned her exhausted body to see a boy, around six or seven. She recognize this boy instantly: it was Aviana’s son. He was alive.

That’s when she realized what she had to do. She realized her true purpose. She let Aviana, Lionel, and Tora die... but not this boy.

She would make sure that he was different.

“My name is Samone. I am your mother, Leo. And I promise I will never let anything hurt you ever again.”

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mskam · 3 years ago

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I produced an EP that dropped today called “Bayou City Comeback Chorus”.

‘Bayou City Comeback Chorus’ is a social justice album and short film featuring the voices and musicianship of many different artists from and around the Houston area. The music is influenced by psychedelic funk, gospel, and jazz. It was written with the intent to connect and inspire.

In early 2020, singer/producer Kam Franklin hosted a public jam to connect local artists and audition vocalists and musicians for the initial version of the project (a live record featuring a choir made up of marginalized voices from around the community). She did this not knowing it would be her final public event and opportunity to do so due to Covid-19 shutting everything down. This documentary covers the year following the initial jam session, the struggle to record the album in quarantine, interviews with some of the singers and contributors to the record, and the final result of all that hard work, despite the many obstacles.

The album features appearances from Dende, Uncle Tino, Sugar Joiko, Lilly Aviana, Z'maji, Nick Connors, Ryan Ramirez. It was mastered by Chris Longwood (Khruangbin) and mixed by Raymond Auzenne (Mannie Fresh), and edited by Nick Zamora (The Suffers). All songs were written, arranged and produced by Kam Franklin (The Suffers/Azraq). This project was partially funded by the Houston Arts Alliance.

I had the absolute honor of producing these songs for some of my favorite up and coming singers around the Houston area. All of them are incredible solo performers in their own right, and I am grateful to them for allowing me to share their voices in a whole new way.

Working on this EP has brought me a level of creative joy and release that cannot fully be described. Initially, I just wanted a way to share these songs to the masses in hope that they might bring someone else comfort. The initial idea for “Be The Light” was written after the death of Atatiana Jefferson. Her death haunted me for months, and writing this song served as a therapy for me. I wanted people to know what it felt like to be a black person, terrified to sleep at night because of what the police might do. And while it may have been easy for me to focus the entire project on trauma, I refused to do that. I instead chose to focus the remaining 3 songs (‘Stronger Together’, ‘Bring It On’, and ‘We Can All Be Free’) on the EP around healing, possible solutions to fixing the problems we collectively endure as a society, and pathways to personal freedom and unity. We as people deserve healing, and it starts by claiming it.

Songs:

Be The Light featuring Nick Connors:

Stronger Together featuring Dende

Bring It On featuring Z’Maji

We Can All Be Free featuring Sugar Joiko and Lilly Aviana

Album Credits listed below

Vocalists:

Sugar Joiko - Vocals, keys, synths

Z’Maji Glamouratti - Vocals

Ryan Ramirez - Vocals

Uncle Tino - Vocals/ Talk Box

Lilly Aviana - Vocals

Dende - Vocals

Nick Connors - Vocals

Kam Franklin - Vocals

Musicians:

Sugar Joiko - Keys and synths

Juliet Terrill - Bass

Nick Zamora - Drums

Jon Durbin - Trumpet

Michael Razo - Trombone

Jose “Chapy” Luna - Percussion

Kevin Bernier -Guitar

Kam Franklin - synths

Recorded by

Ryan Chavez, Joi Keeling, Kam Franklin,

Juliet Terrill, Andrew Sanchez, Ryan Ramirez, and Jacob Rodriguez

Edited by Nick Zamora

Mixed by Raymond Auzenne

Mastered by Chris Longwood

All songs written, arranged, and produced by Kam Franklin

Album Cover Art Photo by Troy Montes

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starsailorstories · 4 years ago

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In other news I finally finished the long, wild, aristocratic-nonsense-fraught history of altamai

The first officially-sanctioned superatmospheric settlement on Altamai broke ground in the year 2190 of the ninth Taregan cycle, and her first official citizens arrived just under a (Taregan) decade later, after a long and dangerous building process largely carried out by the indentured and indebted of the ancient city-state of Solreg. In this early period, the population was scattered between “legitimate” landing sites, fly-by-night towns, and nomadic groups. The planet was a frontier: land changed hands via sword and seduction; criminals held territory with no trouble but the occasional vigilante; and vigilantes operated however they saw fit for good or ill, living in their starships and chasing bounties across the foggy plains.

The supposed descendants of the original Captain-Queens who settled Tarega had long had an informal international council, which became formal in the early years of Altamaian habitation. Gradually, national lines began to be drawn--most of the wars had already been fought, and there was a period of non-violent, albeit not necessarily just, claims and concessions. By virtue of the ancestry of their leadership, the Oghai, Saiven, Solrega, Nadega, Avesian, and Faellran peoples emerged as major powers.

In an oathing ceremony performed at request by a praeceptor-trained priestess, these seven world leaders would become (in addition to the queenly titles most of them brought from their homeworld) the Avesian Maximatas--to this day, the highest offices of Basillan nobility outside the royal family, passed down in a continuous line for over 600,000 planetary years. Here they swore to be mothers to the planet, to care for all of her inhabitants and follow the will of the goddesses. The language of the oath would later become a rallying point for commoners seeking accountability for their rulers, although ruling classes in the Binary have always had the kind of accountability problem that only revolution really solves.

Anyway, for holding to a vow of such profound importance, the priestess exacted a high price--she asked that if, as had been discussed, they chose a High Queen for the planet, it be her own country’s queen, Athaema Seflioma of Aves. They technically could have refused this request, but it would have been, to use the proper terminology, a Whole Thing. To turn down the bargain of a priestess and an oracle, and one sanctioned by the holy city, would be seen as akin to disrespect for the goddesses if it got out that it had happened, and wouldn’t start the new seat of power off on a popular foot. And so, in 10230 19th cycle, High Queen Athaema was crowned by her peers and sisters, and immediately got down to business setting up a royal court designed to serve the entire Sol Jenya system, planning and constructing ten state-of-the-art “civilized” cities to centralize industry and government in the various population centers, placing unaffiliated frontier towns under the jurisdiction of local landed gentry, and bearing over 2,000 children, her successor Aviana among them.

The crackdown on unaffiliated settlements was indiscriminate--lumping peaceful, self-sufficient villages established by poor colonies seeking freedom from the abuses of the feudal system in with organized-crime strongholds rife with violence and exploitation. The decree was presented with a spin that basically guaranteed its popularity with those who had no firsthand experience with the situation--without the care of the nobility, the court instructed its messengers to say, fly-by-nights were vulnerable to extreme poverty and plagued by thieves. A select few hard-luck stories were treated with highly public charity, and the project is still widely understood as a benevolent one by Basilean citizens at the time of the story. In reality, many fly-by-night towns were happy, prosperous, and most concerningly, egalitarian; and these fought tooth and nail to remain free until they could fight no longer. The far left wing of Basilean opinion remembers as martyrs a handful who went down swinging to the last girl standing. During Aviana’s comparably unremarkable reign, others simply vanished into the mists, operating in such secrecy that only the archaeological record attests to their existence. Fairly recently at the time of the story, a colony was discovered who had been living in self-imposed isolation for so long that they had developed a unique dialect of the Solrega Aundell language, a unique projection style adapted to their low-visibility home in the Tonevan cloud forest, and even a few subtle but distinct physical adaptations.

As the 23rd cycle drew to a close, Athaema’s granddaughter Ouriama died suddenly before she could produce an heir. Although an assassination was suspected, no proof was uncovered, and it remains an unsolved mystery and system-wide legend. The crown passed to her wife’s colony (and to another of the seven powers) in Faellra, where a new mother had just been born who could inherit it, and the guardian of this new queen, Analemma Olaean, jumped at the opportunity to make her ward Daemarima the best-connected and most legally powerful High Queen yet. This unwittingly made her a prime suspect in the previous Queen’s death, but from the international council’s centralizing perspective, it was all worth it. High Queen Daemarima commissioned the construction of Standard Altamaian, a single lingua franca for the planet, less than a turn (not that they measured turns back then, but it’s a good way to describe a period that feels like ‘a quarter year or so’ in astraea lifespans) after her coronation. In the ninth year of the twenty-fifth cycle, the planetary government financed the implementation of the new language in schools and other institutions, and in a more sinister move, outlawed the speaking of local languages in a handful of key centers of resistance to the hierarchy.

The Olaen dynasty lasted six cycles, during which interstellar exploration flourished in this new era of semi-forced international unity. Worlds in the ante-dome and outer disk were “discovered” by Altamaian newcomers on the regular and treated like matrona gifts in potentia for the various queens and aristocrats, although the era of outright invasions was still long to come. A sailor named Via suddenly appeared claiming to have lived on isolated, well-defended Esmrrrder for nearly thirty planetary years, and told tales of an advanced civilization perched high on its planet’s abundant mountains. The dream of crossing the vacuum between galaxies was already being heavily discussed as well, but before an expedition could be mounted, Daemarima’s great-great granddaughter married a commoner and abdicated the throne to her sister Leiliora, who would bring their dynasty to an abrupt end when she challenged Sastiena Fortefemen to a duel in defense of her sister’s honor and lost, dying that same night of an infection from a wound on her side. The Fortefemens had merely accepted the Queen’s challenge, but they stepped obligingly into the power vacuum and proceeded to rule the planet for longer than any other family, effectively controlling a throne they won in a sword fight for like 30,000 years. This is basically all you need to know about the Fortefemens.

It was early in her reign that Sastiena’s former ward Deracoura--named for the scriptural “protector” of the Taregan desert wayfinders--reached out to the leaders of the various Basillan-controlled worlds, as well as those of Sitheria, to spearhead the first intergalactic exploration mission. As you know from my broader historical overview of the Seven Suns, this expedition went in search of sapient life and returned with the first Cadrian delegation, who toured the cities of Ovaiakon, Solrega Nova, Neroka, and Alegia. It was on Altamai that the initial commoner-owned shipyard was founded via Cadrian investment and began exporting to the Maculata (as well as importing from the Elorican asteroid fields) and providing a colony-estate-esque setup for workers who viewed the Cadrian-style wage system with suspicion. As it turned out, providing the bare minimum was more profitable, at the time, than paying workers in flexible currency, and it had the added appeal of letting owners of capital basically act and live like nobility.

Within the next two cycles, the business interests of commoners continued to grow, and the Union of Commons was formed to protect those interests. They published a manifesto expressing their belief in the right of landholders of low birth to govern their own lands--basically a “hey, we have money, so why don’t we also have power?” directed at the High Court and the nobility. Practically in response, nonroyal nobility from every clan and country began clamoring for international lawmaking power as well. They formed a planet-wide legislative council of their own, and while they declared no hostility to the royal tier of society, they asked no permission from them either. In the middle of all this, while en route from a visit with the Council of Emperors far across the intergalactic sea, Queen Deracoura unhelpfully died.

Trying to please everyone, keep the peace, and maybe punish her insubordinate maximatas just a LITTLE bit, her heir Felixania Fortefemen ordered the creation of the High Parliament, which included representation from the nobility of each nation as well as for gentry of common birth. She still had the final say on everything no matter what, and it led to the creation of a lengthy court season that allowed the royal family to keep their nobles under close scrutiny, so in a way it was a devil’s bargain.

In this era, there were clashes of interest between a variety of Basillan and Cadrian notables. In space and even on-planet, business owners enforced their deals like crime bosses and crime bosses did a steady trade. In a climate where the penalty for a breach of contract could be a village burned to the ground, the nobility increasingly styled themselves as the protectors of the people, loyalties strengthened, and divisions grew. Among the common people, favor was split between the common capitalist class--who seemed to offer freedom from the whims of the nobility by offering a relatively secure income, as well as representing the promise of moving up in the world; and the old aristocratic families, who represented tradition, family loyalty (Altamaian nobles overwhelmingly ruled over their own historic colonies and their offshoots, meaning their peasants were all actually related to them--providing, to be fair, accountability that later Basilean aristocratic rule would lack) and a kind of symbolic cultural function--still today conservative Altamaians take the tack that the gentle Great Ladies suffer for their sake and must be defended from (in modern times largely imaginary) outside threats. The nobility was more broadly fractured, with favorites of the one-nation queens and the High Queen defending them stridently while others feared their unchecked power would leave the ancient families destitute to be overrun by the nouvelle riche. Just outside the metropolis of Solrega Nova, a shipbuilding-business billionaire bought a castle, noted for its beauty, built by the Celetorias--an original-lander colony--and announced plans to demolish it to build a complex of vitruvol foundries, giving the entire planet something to throw down about for five seasons straight (she eventually chickened out).

Just as these ideological tensions were reaching a fever pitch, Felixania and High Queen Esthardine of Glasmiri announced that their scionettes were betrothed--an unprecedented consolidation of power in a single household. The marriage of Delianae Fortefemen and Celafina Vividel was the event of the cycle whether you were for the high court or against it: three of the planet’s titled first daughters lost their crowns in duels that day, and three more lost their lives. Scholars took to the streets to warn the peasantry while by and large the peasantry took to the public houses to toast the beautiful young princesses who after all looked so smitten in their official portrait. It was the middle of fiber harvest season in a good market year; people were exhausted and ready for a show.

Following her mother’s death, Delianae laid low (letting the nobility handle urgent matters themselves) until all but the most paranoid aristocrats practically forgot about her, focusing on well-received local historical projects such as the restoration of the first Aivuran temple and a modernized housing for the shrine where the Avesian Maximatas took their oath. Behind the scenes, she reached arrangements with multiple once-hostile Cadrian interests and secured a substantial income from intergalactic trade which was primarily socked away for the use of her daughter Deracoura (styled as Deracoura the second, or sometimes, when she was really feelin’ it, the third).

Early in her reign, under the guidance of her elder sisters, Deracoura II established the highly profitable Fila Fenaeta swarm, a specialized, state-of-the-art vapor-harvesting operation set amongst the young stars of a resource-rich nebula. While the floating settlement started small, it was destined to grow into a veritable nation of employees of the crown. Almost immediately there was conflict over working conditions in this deep-void environment and the protection of the residents’ few rights as peasant-class planetary citizens (which were still meant to be upheld by the law despite their distance from home, but were not always, particularly with regards to due process in criminal trials and oversight of tribute apportionment--it was common practice for representatives of the nobility to embezzle a great deal of something valuable from a peasant colony and then disappear on a fast spaceship, leaving them on the hook to explain to their rarely-sympathetic lady where all the product went). Repeated uprisings were quelled through mass evictions that displaced families in far-flung space--often with inadequate supplies to get much of anywhere--and forced many to live as outlaws deep in the clouds, gaining the area a reputation as impoverished and dangerous. Dia “Acutri” (Altamaian: sharp-eyed) filia Senema, a second-born mother exiled by her noble sisters, founded a multigenerational pirate colony there that still persists at the time of the story.

The unrest was ultimately no hindrance to the prosperity of the Altamaian throne, and Deracoura continued with zeal the illumination of the galaxy (and beyond) to Basillan and Sitherian travelers that her great-great-grandmother had begun, opening trade routes in the ante-dome that would go on to gradually rob entire cultures blind. The deep roots of the Hyperian empire lead to things sown by the Fortefemens, even if they would later consider themselves rivals.

For two generations now, the narrative that the Old Ways had died with Deracoura I and been buried with the creation of the parliament had been kept at the top of the political toolbox, but no one had used it quite as Siderina Hyperia did from the beginning. With Altamai becoming increasingly inhospitable to its peasantry with the ongoing consolidation of wealth, her appeals to a kind of populist escapism--complemented by her position at the helm of the construction of the Rings and in guardianship of the heir to a little-known but prosperous landed colony--struck a chord with those who saw their planet’s new capitalist class as inadequate caretakers. While she never made any rhetorical attack on the High Queen, she took the angle that the enfeebled royal line now needed to be taken in hand for its own good. With her beautiful ward Estartina, she would revitalize the noble matriarchy of old and lead it to a glittering future in the Rings.

Siderina’s wholesome public image hid the mind of a shrewd general. Weeks after the Rings were announced complete, she commanded her knights to such a decisive victory against the royal guard that she was famously allowed to walk in and kill the old queen (Deracoura II’s daughter Athaema) with a small ivory dagger. In the aftermath she announced that she had acted to protect her world and avenge its integrity, claiming that the Fortefemens had sold information to a hostile Cadrian interest. This may or may not have been true--evidence did materialize here and there, albeit a bit conveniently--but the story was mainly believable because assertions of overfriendliness with Maculatan enemies were not a new thing for the dynasty, and a large segment of the public was willing to accept it.

Siderina was tried for her regicide in a number of courts, but, by slipping names in the elderly queen’s ear, she had rallied those with judicial power on Altamai mostly to her support, and was never convicted of anything. While the coup had certainly not been a formal duel, the transfer of power was adopted mainly on the strength of the precedent set by the Fortefemens. While Glasmiri was a center of popular resistance, the thrones of the two worlds were still heavily tied together for economic reasons, and the Vividel line remained effectively in Altamai’s thrall. When the Sitherian Archpraeceptor objected to the matter of Estartina’s coronation, Siderina had her ousted, either bribing or threatening practically every organization of priestesses in central Ovaiakon. All of this occurred in the space of two planetary decades--a blink in astraea reckoning. In the twelfth turn of the Rings, Estartina Hyperia was crowned not with the traditional Avesian coronel but with what would come to be called The Diadem of The Empress of the Seven Suns.

At the time of the story, almost two hundred quinturns later, Altamai--the Motherworld of the Basileans, as it is called by the aula--is a place of extremes even beyond its dramatic terrain and climate. Below the cloud line, it is an industrial powerhouse where thousands live in sprawling underground complexes and spend their workdays extracting rapidly depleting natural resources. Above, the last children of the old nobility rehearse the motions of the ancient ways between the pink cloud-carpet and the blue sky. In this dreamlike setting, heavy security, subtle propaganda, and armies of carefully vetted servants work to evoke the memory of a utopia that never existed, tailored to the political predilections and aesthetic whims of the Last Great Ladies. The granddaughter and heir of the deposed high queen, who escaped the coup with her governess as a young child, remains in exile far away in the Perseus Cluster, dreaming, as the old Royalist battle hymn goes, of double sunlight on plumafore fields.

#sweet chariot #planets - altamai #worldbuilding

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gillmereaviana · 4 years ago

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(jessica sula. 24. cis female.) behold! (aviana gillmere) has finally joined us at court! as (daughter) of (gillmere), they’re known for being (well-mannered), but also quite (mulish) at times. the halls of this great castle harbors great secrets, and (she) does not disappoint; reputation precedes them as they’re known for (entirely withdrawing from court after her fiance’s death). [sarah. 27. she/her. est.]

(TW under the cut for allusions to an emotionally abusive relationship. No details at all)

【 ɢᴇɴᴇʀᴀʟ 】

name ; Aviana

nickname ; Avi, but only to very close friends and family

age ; 24

magic ; non-magical

currently living ; Gillmere house seat

【 ᴘᴇʀsᴏɴᴀʟɪᴛʏ 】

traits ; + Well-mannered, clever, diligent - stubborn, sarcastic, cynical

alignment ; True Neutral

hobbies ; Weaving, riding, reading

habits ; Early riser, fidgets with her jewelry when nervous, tries to take a long walk or ride every day

fears ;

【 sᴇxᴜᴀʟ 】

orientation ; Heterosexual

kinks ; TBA

hookups or relationships ; N/A

relationship status ; Single

shipping status ; Undecided, in the market for a husband but not happy about it

【 ᴘʜʏsɪǫᴜᴇ 】

faceclaim ; Jessica Sula

height ; 5′6″

hair ; Black, curly, almost always up in a style more practical than pretty

eyes ; Brown

piercings ; Several piercings in each ear

tattoos ; N/A

scars ; A handful from childhood scraped knees, several more from learning to fight (and having no particular aptitude)

【 ᴇᴅᴜ��ᴀᴛɪᴏɴ / ᴄᴀʀᴇᴇʀ 】

level of education ; More than strictly necessary, quite a bit of language, economic, and diplomatic education, the sort that prepares one to lead from either on or behind a throne

occupation ; Lady of House Gillmere, second in line for the title

【 ʜᴇᴀʟᴛʜ 】

drinker? ; Yes, though she tries to avoid drunkenness

smoker? ; No

recreational drug user? ; No

which? ;

disabilities ; No

mental illnesses ; No

【 ᴏᴠᴇʀᴠɪᴇᴡ 】

➥ Second child of House Gillmere, being raised by an heiress in her own right granted Aviana a less conventional upbringing than many of her peers. Though she showed no particular aptitude for the sword (a fact she’s convinced disappoints her mother), she and her siblings were taught under the same tutors regardless of sex, and what she lacked in grace or ferocity, she made up in a voracious appetite for knowledge.

➥ For the most part her childhood was practically idyllic, her family was happy and she trusted that while perfection was impossible, she could expect a safe and happy life ahead of her.

➥ When she turned 19 she was betrothed to a young man not much older than herself, to great fanfare and public approval. He was lovely, and chivalrous, and after a lifetime surrounded by people who loved each other it was easy to believe that a handsome soul glowed from that handsome face. She’d played every game exactly as she should, and being a good and dutiful daughter was paying off.

➥ A year later, when he was thrown from his horse and tragically killed.. well by that time Aviana had learned that evil and good can often look quite similar, on the surface.

➥ Most people thought it was grief that drove her to retreat from society to hide away in the family home, and it was if you think technically; she was never a good enough actress to fake grief for so long when all she truly felt was relief.

➥ The line between “bereaved fiance” and “loony hermit” has grown thinner every year, and Avi has accepted that it’s time for her to return to public life. That doesn’t mean she’s happy about it.

【 ʜᴇᴀᴅᴄᴀɴᴏɴs 】

➥ A talented weaver, Avi can often be found working at her loom, usually conscripting one of her siblings or tutors to sit and chat about politics or gossip while she does. Quite a few of her nicer gowns are made of cloth she wove herself.

➥ Aviana never told anyone her concerns about her fiance, and while she thinks her mother and closest sibling may suspect, she’s decided to take it to her grave. It’s entirely possible they clocked the personality shift, but she doesn’t discuss it.

➥ Her family was always one to emphasize self-defense, and though Avi’s sword and knife skills are rudimentary at best, she makes it a point to keep a rather pretty locket on almost all the time, and really it’s not like it’s anyone’s business what she keeps in there.

➥ Monkshood, it’s full of enough monkshood to kill a horse or three. She’s a wimp, not a moron.

➥ An absolutely terrible dancer, anything faster than a gentle stroll has her sitting out and pretending she just needs some air.

【 ᴄᴏɴɴᴇᴄᴛɪᴏɴs 】

➥ Late Fiance’s Family - He was an emotionally abusive jerk, but I’d love to see Avi have to play nice with his living family. Or maybe they knew, and she’s pretending it was all fine for no reason.

➥ Peers - Avi gets along well enough with the others of her social class, particularly the young ladies. She’d be most likely to cultivate friendships with similarly cynical ladies in her social circle, just because it’s much more fun to talk about politics when you know going after each other if the wind shifts is a distinct possibility.

➥ Husbandly Target - If she wants to get anywhere in the grander world (and she doesn’t wish ill on her older sibling) Aviana is going to need to marry. Determined to make a better match this time around, Aviana is involving herself quite a bit more in her search for a suitable husband, and she’s much less bashful about discussing things in frank terms this go-round. Any eligible bachelors will likely get sussed out as possibilities.

#throneintro

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calamitousrpgarchive · 4 years ago

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THE DEATH HUNT IS ON

The North, South, East and West rooms divide in ways that none expected; bring death in a manner that’s pointing in everyone else’s direction. A race against time that puts all in the wake of the Reaper’s scythe. Where tensions rise, creatures; mortal and immortal are forced to solve riddles and puzzles as though they aren’t decades old enemies with blood on their minds.

Within the Laundry Room in the East. A Mer; Queen Aviana Zander lies dead, mutilated for all to see; a prop that assists with the task of escaping the room that begins to flood the closed space from leaking machines; rigged to drown the room and all those standing in it. A code to answer the murderer of the monarch clearer to some than it is others. Lylia Barnett, Lilian Deumos and Azagi despite their differences, tackle the message; solve the order of which the machines need to be switched off, leave on the broken one to allow the wall to shift; lead to a staircase that take them upwards and out of the room...

Meanwhile, North, in the Bar/Dining Room, a sorcerer; renowned Necromancer Zederrin sits still at a table, left carvings to hint at his killer; so some assume. But someone - or something, has laid waste to the powerful magician and in his death lies answers that are overlooked; things staring them in the face that panic and chaos cover all too well. Because poisonous smoke fills the room with speed Iyzk Vissar, Aiden Kinsey, and Haylee Dubois all attempt to decipher the morse code carved into the table, put together it’s message to open the found safe... inside; a wormhole; endless... leads further into the depths of the hotel, and they crawl through in hopes of escaping the smoke and finding an exit...

Upstairs, on the Southside of the hotel, in one of the more recluse of Bedrooms, a horror scene is recreated where Enoch; a Fallen Angel hangs, back muscles spread like bloodied wings where the real ones should be. Claw marks split skin like butter at the front and open up organs to visible view, most dangle from designated cages and spill browning blood onto the floor. With the combined efforts of Zyler Fane, Giselle Stoneheart, Darcy Darkwood, and Luella Edwards, they reorganise the dice; insert the missing ones scattered amongst the room; read it; trigger the completed mechanism and from the far side of the room; the magical lock on the window is released, a ladder is found on the side of the building; at height, their only option is to climb...

In the West Basement, where heat brings down the wallpaper, the creatures battles flames to find an exit to their room around the dead Court Offical; Xantho Vale. Cryptic messages cloud their minds and the fires are unforgiving to those taking too long... it’s not obvious to the ones trying to solve it: Morgana Maddox, Ezekiel “Zeki” Amari, Evanora Bile, Harley Xhanthi all fight against time to get answers; the message rings clear; but not evident in visuals; a sound that is only heard when a sense is turned off; eyes like oil; to see darkness like a demon allows those in the room - the ones not panicked to listen amongst the roaring of flames for whispered message: you cannot see the door, but it is there...

Where they make themselves blind, there’s an opening in jagged basement walls where they can walk through, tackle staircase away from the fire and elsewhere...

AND IT ALL LEADS TO ONE PLACE

In waves, the survivors are forced upwards; to the roof of Elysium Circus; if they were not so worn, injured and hungry, they might have even appreciated the view.

They can almost see all of Calamity beneath ash and smoke; through foggy vision and see all sides of the State and its divide.

But like everything that night, it’s not the most breath-taking sight that meets monstrous eyes. Not like the large stretch of chimney that plays canvas to a new kind of dark artwork; fingers, same as the ones in the very first lockbox are nailed into the bricks; a particular pattern; four of them in fact that form the alchemic symbols that represent far more than anyone knew...

Because if anyone translated them instead; they’d have known to never speak the hexes in each room aloud. And every single one of them did...

It’s not a puzzle anymore; there’s no trickery at play; no final boss that the injured have to stand-off to because they’ve already lost.

All that’s left is to decide who loses the most.

And to remember that some found the answer on a rag long before they knew the question or situation posed... one sacrifice to save the masses ... or so the concise version goes...

Whilst all four hexes have been spoken aloud, activated by the one who set the traps to begin with, formed of severed fingers; the bloodied handiwork already complete, there’s gaps in the completed symbols; four finger sized ones in each hexed symbol.

Funny those puzzle pieces were provided to everyone at the beginning too... only, who’s got control of them? One finger went into each room; every group to decide which of the four hexes are to be completed to allow them to leave Elysium Circus in one piece... And those murders they walked past; ignored in some cases give them the answers to who might deserve to be cursed.

Because they must decide to complete one of the four hexes; each attached to one side of the State of Calamity; each more detrimental to some species than others...

If they don’t... well... what do you think?

Better figure out who deserves to be maimed; what each hex and curse enacts upon Calamity in the last fight of puzzles and all creatures have to agree on it; four rooms with different thoughts about who’s part of the group responsible, but they’ve only got four fingers to complete one of the curses

Unless of course... they want to sacrifice their own fingers to complete more...

MAKE A DECISION; SACRIFICE ONE FOR THE MASSES OR SACRIFICE NONE AND LOSE THEM ALL.

ADMIN NOTE: This is the penultimate part of the Halloween event! The conclusion is up to you from here! But any more drops will just be the result of the decision(s) you make guys! You made it. YOU LIVED. You’re on the Elysium roof and with the fingers each group has from the lobby you must decide which of the hexes/curses you will bring upon Calamity; oops.

All you hard effort and brain juice has brought you here and now, from what you have gathered, discovered and figured you must pit it amongst yourselves who’ll be blamed for the oncoming suffering. Which will it fall on, the East, the North, the South or the West. They don’t all react like you might think they do, so pick wisely...

If nobody picks. You’ll all suffer.

As per usual, any questions about the craziness, please let us know & we’ll fill you in! If you genuinely want to do more than one, please be aware you’ll have to sacrifice characters fingers... no, you cannot reattach these appendages this time around. Even with magic.

It’ll officially conclude Sunday November 8th 18:00EST/23:00GMT, you may of course continue all threads!

THANK YOU ALL FOR BEING SO AWESOME AND MAKING HALLOWEEN A RIDE!

#calamity.event #event: murder mystery hunt #supernatural rp #dark rp #oc rp #appless rp #pastevent

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worldsendroleplay · 4 years ago

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Friday, January 1st, 2021

Greetings, dear reader.

Some of you may have noticed my absence, but I have been hard at work. Either way, my comings and goings are none of your business. If you were to make a report of my work this past month, it would be longer than every past one of yours combined. I hope you all enjoy your holiday gifts. They were all chosen with great care and it took great effort to acquire some of them.

It seems your present to me was enough material for a longer report. I commend you for not being boring in my absence and while I know I should not criticize a gift, it would have been far better if you’d gifted me content for the entire year. Whatever; there’s always my birthday.

Many people have come and gone since we last spoke, too many for me to keep track of, but I regret to inform you that among the people that have left the world was Alastor, the Radio Demon. Where am I supposed to get my entertainment from now that all the world’s resident killers are gone? Unless Sirius Black, Remus Lupin, or James Potter make good on their threats to kill Peter Pettigrew, I suppose that I will have to watch and listen to your silly conversations and arguments instead.

There were a few Thanksgiving get-togethers, though not as many as for the next big holiday that we will cover. Bucky Barnes invited his sister Rebecca Barnes and her boyfriend, Hugo Granger-Weasley, to spend Thanksgiving with himself, his son Leonard “Leo” Barnes, and his girlfriend Angie Martinelli. They had to explain the holiday to Madge Undersee, who grew up in a world where there was no Thanksgiving and for whom a cornucopia was used for more than just food.

Christmas has arrived for the inhabitants of Worlds’ End, and many people have celebrated it in their own ways. I’d tell you about my holiday plans, but I doubt you would approve. Merlin and Morgana, on the other hand, hosted a lunch and dinner for their friends and family and spent the next day sleeping it off. Malachai Atherton explained Christmas to his girlfriend Ty Lee, who had never heard of the holiday but received a present from her boyfriend; she gave him one in return despite not knowing of the holiday, as she was aware this time of year was special somehow.

But not everyone has had a happy holiday. Regulus Black discovered that his daughter, Lyra, had joined one of the many happy ghost-like people living in the portal version of his beloved Hogwarts. I must say, that is a terrible idea of a Christmas gift on someone’s part. I do happily encourage murder, but even I must draw the line somewhere. Sirius Black, after being told by his brother that Lyra had left the world, assumed that either Peter Pettigrew or Narcissa Malfoy were involved as they were aligned with a certain Dark Lord back home. Sirius then grew infuriated at the idea of Narcissa being Lyra’s godmother, and things blew up between the two brothers when he accused Regulus of never changing his ways. Pardon my language, but what an asshole.

For un-holiday-related conversations, look no further than Aviana Pendragon. We have watched her grow up, but it wasn’t that long ago when her younger brother Gaven Pendragon was born. Avi has since felt like her family wants her to be just like her brother, though hopefully a few conversations with her parents and uncle would have made her feel better. If she is reading this, or if anyone needs to hear this—it is always okay to be yourself, whether you are rash and arrogant, quiet and sweet, or just a plain murderer. For example, I know I can be bold and that it can be intimidating to speak with me. I still do not shy away from this.

Meanwhile, there have been quite a few confessions made since people have only been able to speak the truth, both for the better and for the worse. For example, Marinette Dupain-Cheng and Adrien Agreste had a fight over a certain little secret (that I know and you don’t), but things have been cleared up between the two now and they are still happily in love. Sir Leon learned a little something about his good friend Sir Gwaine, but they did not fight at all and instead laughed it off. Compared to Marinette and Adrien, it was a rather boring conversation, but it was a conversation a long time coming. Then there was a conversation between Mordred and Merlin about a certain destiny and a certain set of fake memories, but that is all in the past. Now it is time to look to the future, and I can’t wait to see what will happen next. Even if the past did bring along enough drama to warrant several stab wounds.

And where there are confessions, there are also actions. Gorlois has been training the Druid Kara in how to fight and then extended his offer to Callan. After a few days of consideration, she decided to take the former knight up on his offer, and she joined the two in the gym. An anger-prone Druid, a feisty orphan, and a Knight who has renounced his knighthood… What can go wrong? For my sake, I hope several things do.

It has been weeks since his birth, but it is my honor and my duty to announce the arrival of young Micah Aspen Fisher Odair on Finnick Odair’s doorstep. While the victor was talking with his roommate, Rue Gardner, in the kitchen, they heard the soft cries of a baby outside. They brought the young boy inside, and Finnick has been raising him as his son since then. I cannot wait to write his mouthful of a name in future reports.

Finally, let’s move onto the exciting topic of relationships, whether they are familial, romantic, or platonic. Mariah Hunter and Daniel Jackson have been increasingly spending time together, be it watching movies, nursing small cuts on fingers, or preparing for dinners for the two of them to share. For now the two are just friends, but they are a pair to watch for anyone that knows them.

There is a new relationship in town for anyone who cares to read about it. Lu Ten may have been thinking about his feelings for Reagan Reyes for a while now, but staying silent about them was no longer possible. With the truth now being his only option, Lu Ten had no other choice but to say something, which may have been prompted by her painting of him. Thankfully, she reciprocated his feelings, and the two lovebirds kissed and decided to begin a relationship with each other. Now, let us just hope that their families approve. Since Lu Ten’s current family in the world consists of a single firebending cousin who is never happy, they should be fine.

On the topic of budding relationships, young Gaven Pendragon extended the hand of friendship to Kara, someone who has in the past tried to kill his father Arthur Pendragon as well as all the knights that he calls uncles. Of course, Gaven doesn’t know about that, and he likes seeing the best in everyone. I will address Gaven now as I did Aviana earlier—if you are reading this, perhaps it may be best to ask your parents about it. Or better yet, send in a question to me!

Gaven may not be the only tether between the two sides, though. Mordred and Kara, since their (seemingly inevitable) break up, have discussed the possibility of getting back together. As of the writing of this report, nothing has happened yet.

What is more certain is that Anakin Skywalker and Padmé Amidala have gotten back together. Things had grown complicated between them both since she knew what her secret husband had done and what he would come to do, but they’d never stopped loving each other. It was—is—Padmé’s hope that they can find a way to move past whatever he will do in the future and perhaps stop it from ever happening at all. In a heartfelt moment, she exchanged wedding rings with him after not being able to wear them at home. It’s unlikely that change in course of action will happen, but it’s fun to watch everyone try to stop the inevitable, especially in a world like this where you already know what will happen.

Something else we already know for sure is that Jet has moved on from only telling lies to only telling the truth, which made Katara feel uncertain now that she knows that the lying buffer is gone. However, she has still chosen to be with him, and has expressed her happiness to Zuko, who is still happily in love with his girlfriend from the Earth Kingdom, Jin. What made the firebender less happy was the constant ice and snow outside, but maybe he’ll cheer up in the future. Hopefully, he got a winter coat for Christmas.

If you are Mercury Black and Emerald Sustrai, it may be a bit hard to be cheery right now. They had to deal with a question of trust once again when Mercury went to wish his Semblance back from the genies of the Genies’ Cave. Back home, this had been stolen by his father to ‘make him stronger’. Emerald insisted on joining him in the caves so that he didn’t get himself killed, and the wish was made. If he had gotten killed, it would have made for such an interesting story. I do love a good death. There was no death, though, leaving us to see what happens in the aftermath of this wish. I hope it’s something exciting.

For the sake of my future reports, I hope the coming year is full of excitement for you.