#balan wonder world

[balanwwfan]

Ooh! Glad you're back! Anyways, I have a silly fic request!

Here is the request: Lance and Reader (his girlfriend) come home after a long day and decide to cuddle up with each other while napping. But the nap is short-lived as one of Lance's Negati decides to spook the rest of the Negati, causing them to go crazy, which starts Lance and Reader.

Based off of this silly video: https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=6ldtN_EEtOE

First, i love that video.

Second, you have no idea how much i've wanted to write for Lance and how excited i am for this request!

Third, this ended up longer then i meant so i'd going under read more.

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You had a long day working and you were pretty tired, it was understandable. You didn't sleep the best when you were away from Lance and unfortunately last night you didn't get to sleep with him as he was away all night busy with his own things, which also meant that he was pretty tired as well. He did his best sleeping with you in his arms and other limbs but he wasn't even in any bed last night, which might not have been a problem before since he didn't need sleep to survive like you did but he'd gotten rather used to sleeping with you and now not sleeping made him a bit tired.

So the two of you were tired compared to how you usually were and you went to sit down after coming home but before you could you felt arms wrap around your waist and a chin rest on your shoulder. You smiled softly and put a hand on his head knowing exactly who it was.

"Hey, Lance." You tried to say clearly though you mumbled just a bit from how tired you were.

"You sound tired." Lance said so softly, nuzzling onto your cheek for a second but didn't give you a real chance to speak before he was picking you up bridal style and you to the shared bed you two slept in.

You made a soft sound as you were picked up, a bit surprised but were quick to grab onto him nuzzling onto his chest with a soft smile as you felt his strong and yet soft arms holding you safely as he took you to bed for a nap.

Gently putting you on the bed he started to tuck you in but was stopped by you pulling him into the bed with you, smiling softly as he showed no resistance and happily crawled into bed with you under the covers. He was quick to wrap his arms around you letting you lay comfortably beside him as he waited for you to start to fall asleep before closing his eyes to do the same his tentacles moving a bit to be closer to his own or your body to keep more warmth in. It was nice... While it lasted. It might have been a little over ten minutes but it was hard to tell as the two of you were suddenly startled away by a loud crash as if something had broke and that wasn't even the last of it, right after there were sounds of scurrying and skidding across the floor and before you knew what was going on you had three negati in bed with you and Lance... Wait, no, just you. Evidently lance had jumped off the bed and was in the floor now.

"Lance?" You asked worried.

"I'm okay, don't worry, Light of my life."

You couldn't help but smile at the nickname he had given you.

[starlytenight]

bYE

[sfarxuri]

Made a formie fashionista as an excuse for my main OC Oscuri having reasons to go to someone else for new threads during her travels lol Most of her battle suits are made by her, at some point the old Fark Force uniform gets battle damaged so Adiris happily creates a new one for Oscuri but later on she runs into a problem where CD Sfarx ends up messing with Oscuri's vitals in cyber space when she goes after him & her combat data with Sfarx. Adiris manages to get a battle suit that will let Oscuri breath in the simulation working so she can help defeat the CDs & ends up keeping it just in case another emergency comes up in the future. Adiris was also just me wanting there being someone that invented a gadget that would help both GPAS/formies switch their style of clothes for convenience so she distributes a capsule all over Luna that works similar to the costume tent in Balan Wonderworld. She uses jester power chips to create a Varity of clothing & other tech she gets her hands on, custom wear can be requested! Although you still have to pay her a good amount. Gives discounts but the ones that get clothing for free are anyone related to Ivory or Oscuri since she forms a friendship with them!

[atangledfate]

What an odd creature, was the hat hiding his face for asthenic reasons? or was it part of his body. She had to admit she was quite curious even if her facial features tended to remain unchanged. Honey's world was full of strangeness yet, this one's aura belied his origins. He was more like herself, a visitor. Was he even accurate? She shouldn't assume she realized.

" Interesting, I suppose i shouldn't be shocked to see other worlders like myself here... May i ask where you hail from? "

She was trying to be polite as she wasn't in her own world, had she been this wouldn't have been a question.

" It is almost comforting to know i am not the only traveler at the party..."

@wxnderworlds

[nautoais211dx]

Epilogue Special 2022 - Balan Wonderworld: Was it really to be the next  Night?!

It's a New Year, so that mean it's the Epilogue Special of 2022, Pick-Up x Thoughts x Impression, a cross-over channel. 

This time for 2022, I give my thoughts and impression of a game that was suppose to be an anticipated from Yuji Naka, the maker of Sonic and Nights.  Sadly, Balan Wonderworld failed to be a spiritual successor to Nights and fans of Nights including RGT 85 was disappointed.   

Balan Wonderworld (PS4/5) - 4/10 

 + Nice Graphics, including Model Characters and its Motion 

 + Lore-wise can be relatable

 + Music 

 - Gameplay 

 - One Button Action, simple, yet confusing

 - Balan Statues and Balan's Bout

 - Dance Routine can confuse players (lol) - $60 MSRP, and controversies

[earthstellar]

Megatron: "Your defeat here was foreseen by the ancients. What was it they wrote? The weak shall perish?!"

Optimus Prime: "Do not believe everything you read."

Episode: TFP - One Shall Fall

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This is such a great exchange, because Megatron is losing his composure in an effort to bring about a prophecy of devastation, while Optimus finally obtains clarity and comes to realise that Megatron in his current state of mind cannot be saved.

Optimus isn't just referring to the prophecy itself, but he is calling back to the early days of his communications with Megatronus, the messages they began to exchange with one another while speaking about the injustices playing out around them, their long letters to one another that eventually brought Orion to visit Kaon, the beginning of their shared initial dream.

Back then, he believed Megatron to be a prophet of sorts, a speaker of truth to the brutally corrupt powers maintaining the system of oppression that bogged down Cybertronian people for so long.

Megatron sees himself as the prophet destined to bring about a pre-determined destiny steeped in the power of Unicron, while Optimus is mourning the loss of his own hope in his friend to ever be the bringer of peace that he, once upon a time, hoped he could be. Or hoped they could be, together.

Optimus still sees Megatron as Megatronus, deep inside-- Or he had, up until this point.

But Raf has been poisoned by dark energon, Ratchet (while under the influence of synth-en) told Optimus directly to his face that he needs to take the shot already and end this war (and Megatron) for good, and it culminates in this exchange in this episode.

The specific choice of words here is possibly Optimus speaking as Orion, expressing his disappointment in what Megatronus has become, a figure of evil beyond redemption that he so hoped he could offer his friend.

But Megatronus no longer exists as he did, back in the messages they exchanged in their earlier days, back in the holovids of a gladiator seeking to utilise his fame to encourage a much overdue revolution.

Optimus has lost some hope here; He can no longer believe that Megatronus can be revived from underneath what Megatron has become.

He no longer has the hope that their letters and exchanges originally inspired; He can no longer revisit those words Megatronus so carefully and passionately sent him, encrypted ten times over to prevent a Senate raid in Kaon or Iacon, secret letters full of hope for a better future.

What better future is there, with their planet dead and now with Earth on the line as well?

Optimus-- or rather, Orion, from underneath the heavy weight of the Matrix-- is still speaking to Megatronus here. Even though he now understands that Megatronus is long lost.

He cannot believe the great desire for social justice that Megatronus expressed and once wrote to him about at great length, because look at what has become of it all. Look at what his friend has become.

Orion is an archivist; He places great value in what he reads. He placed such great trust in Megatronus, the fate of their world has indeed changed as a result of both of their actions, and Orion was directly inspired by Megatronus.

But that inspiration is now tainted; Those memories are marred by the realisation of how far from those ideals Megatron has strayed.

Is it possible to re-read those messages that are no doubt saved for an eternity in Optimus' databanks, possibly even part of the Matrix's own memory core now, without pangs of sorrow and guilt for where it all led?

Megatronus spoke of great, wonderful things that could have healed the wounds of their people.

But instead, their people are cast out among the stars, their homeworld dead and decaying, their diaspora left to battle an unending war.

He can no longer have faith in Megatronus, for Megatron has only one goal, and in this moment, that goal is to destroy.

What happened to all those words about justice, freedom, a fairer society, a better balance among all classes and castes, a shot at real opportunity for those left oppressed and abused under a Functionist system?

Deep down inside, Orion can no longer believe what he was told so long ago.

And Megatron is so far gone that this may not even register to him; He sees Optimus as a separate entity, a perpetual enemy, the living embodiment of all that prevents him from achieving despotic control over whatever remains, a block in the path to potential restoration of their world and people-- Under his control, of course.

I just really love the specific phrasing, here.

"Do not believe everything you read."

Megatron, in his addled state of mind, may not have registered this statement for what it truly is.

And that makes it even more sad, because it proves Optimus/Orion completely right.

Those words they shared so genuinely so long ago may as well have been lies for all that has happened since.

It takes a hell of a lot to make Optimus/Orion lose hope or faith in even former allies.

And this scene, as quickly as it goes by, is Optimus directly declaring that he can no longer entertain Orion's hopes in regards to Megatronus' ultimate fate anymore.

Or at least, that's how I interpret this scene.

God, TFP had some really great, really subtle writing.

[timemajesty]

WOW OKAY, so I have a Kinnikuman OC now! The design was created by me and inspired by Balan from Balan's Wonder World, the art was made by the ever wonderful @pyrobuyo (GO BUY ART FROM THEM NOW‼️)

Anyways, meet the Perfect Illusion of the Perfect Large Numbers, the one and only Cardman!

Cardman is the epitome of "Sassy magician" and he THRIVES with wowing the audience and his opponent with card tricks, magic and illusions! Also I have a lot of Mr Khamen lore but I won't go into detail about that right now lol, but Cardman is a long time follower of Mr Khamen, they have a very deep past together! (They are on and off dating now lol)

So when Mr Khamen was killed off by one of Cardmans' own colleagues, he was VERY mad. So mad that he betrayed the Perfect Large Numbers, only for him to get killed by the same who took Mr Khamen from him. (Yes I love my OC but I am killing him off lmao.)

Anyways here's more silly shit of him lol. Also uh hi honey @ruralsbubbyy I'm gonna make you draw him (bc I love you)

ALSO here's his ToyHouse 🩷

[nerdy-the-artist]

Nerdy the Artist’s Metroid fanfic Spotlight!

I have read a fair few excellently written Metroid fanfics in my short time in this fandom, a lot of which gave me many ideas, as well as possible biases, that I have taken into my own fanfic. Still, with the obscene amount of nsfw fics related to Samus (no shame), finding those engrossing stories with plenty of character development, intrigue, and action is a bit of an annoying task. People have different standards of tagging things, and less tags does not necessarily mean less quality. Use to this, for your convenience, I’m going to be sharing a list of some of my favorite Metroid fanfiction stories, in no particular order.

1. Whispers from Beyond the Veil

Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/56266696/chapters/142947040

Whispers from Beyond the Veil, by AlexRussoStuff, is still in its early stages, and brand new at the time of writing it. Currently, there’s only 1 chapter, but it’s a really promising one. If this fic maintains the tone and quality in this chapter, I’m all for it. It is mainly a retelling of Metroid Prime, interspersed with flashbacks from Samus’s childhood. The tone is far more brutal and gruesome than the original game, with more in the way of gore as Samus steps over the ripped apart remains of Space Pirates aboard the Orpheon. I am excited to watch this fic develop.

2. The Downfall of Ashkar Behek

Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/42231552/chapters/106034202

I was pointed in the direction of this fic by @molagboop due to some amazing artwork by the Chozo specialist himself. The Downfall of Ashkar Behek, by Acayl, is quite long, following much of the past of Raven Beak, known in Chozo as the titular Ashkar Behek. The story is long, detailing his past as a soldier of the Mawkin, including his maiming by Ridley, known to the Chozo as Balan dosh Nabular, translated to English: Bring to Dread. The story covers many bases in the tragedy of his downfall, and you never feel he is truly evil until he is utterly consumed by madness, and his belief in the innate responsibility of the Chozo to shepard the Galaxy. He goes from a relatively basic villain in Dread to a well fleshed out antagonist whose world view we can understand, and perhaps sympathize with. While it is very lengthy, it is a wonderful read if you have the time and patience for it.

3. Metroid S

Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/4156530/chapters/9378699

This fic is also incomplete (Metroid works slow, I guess), but the story is oozing with mystery and intrigue. Metroid S, written by Suribot, sees Samus Aran arrive on an icy world following a contract for a scientist’s rescue, and a separate, cryptic message telling of a Metroid’s presence in the derelict laboratories within. The plot is hard to sus out, and the mysteries hiding within are captivating. There is also a fair bit of monologues from Samus Aran about her past (did I mention this is in first person?) where we get to here about many past exploits and relationships. I still am itching to get questions answered with the next chapter. I think you’ll find yourself in the same boat.

4. Inheritance

Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/11560101/chapters/25965126

Remember when I said less tags doesn’t mean less quality? This is what I mean. Inheritance, by Cuofeng, was written before Dread came out, but there are many coincidental story elements that are interesting to compare and contrast between the two. The story itself is absolutely amazing, especially in the first act, but does have some problems in the third. The sense of mistrust and paranoia that the first act gives off is unrivaled, even by S. The story follows a mission set after Fusion where Samus is tasked with helping in the fight against a reinvigorated Space Pirate faction, with eyes on some advanced Chozo technology. This might be my favorite Metroid story, due to its amazing atmosphere, great personality, and shear rule of cool excellence.

I do have one major issue though: Where Morph Ball?

5. This Time

Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/34383862/chapters/85563343

For those of you looking for something more lowkey and feels-y, This Time, by CuratorOfFluff, is a wonderful short fic centered around Samus’s relationship with Old Bird, who is now living on Earth by himself with Samus’s pet rabbit-squirrel, Pyonchi. The care the two have for each other is just adorable, and you can tell the author had a lot of fun with this little slice of life.

6: A Swift and Howling Darkness

Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/42723552

A Swift and Howling Darkness, by Noxshade, is a very different kind of story to most, feeling right at home with Metroid Prime’s method of storytelling. This fic is in an epistolary format, meaning it is told by logs and reports, rather than outright narration. The story centers around Samus Aran, fresh off of her horrifying adventure aboard BSL, encountering a distress beacon sent from deep into the undocumented regions of space, codified as being pre-Federation in make. Driven by her innate curiosity. She decides to investigate this unusual call for help into the dark, unknown regions of the galaxy.

7: We Will Evolve

Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/54081529/chapters/136920130

We Will Evolve, by Thundamoo, comes hot off the heaps of Metroid Dread, using the loose plot thread of the missing Chozo ships during the escape sequence to tell a story of the X outbreak spreading beyond ZDR’s untamed wilds, and into sentient space. The horrifying idea is compounded on by the realization that what we saw of Samus’s Metroid mutations in Dread were the tip of the iceberg. Furthermore, we get to witness the arrival and spread of the X, known by the Chozo and itself as Eres, from the perspective of a civilian, caught up in the galaxy’s nightmares. The secondary protagonist is a joy to follow along, and Samus’s rage is palpable. Once again, this fic is not yet complete, but it is well worth a read thus far.

Honorable Mention: Confronting Adam (animatic)

Link: https://youtu.be/_hrU1tPZ7R8?si=bkvehOrjTVJsfOfr

This is a wonderful project by a YouTuber known as Galactic Gaming, making an animatic out of the fateful interaction between Samus and Adam where Samus brings out the goodness within the AI recreation of her former CO. The voice acting here is great, and the artwork is nice.

Well, these are some of my favs. I might make a new post with some other good ones, but I think these should be at the top of your reading list. If you have any suggestions for me, let me know in reposts or in the comments. Happy reading!

[tempo-tales]

"Mr. Dominic? What are you doing here?"

"This place is very popular, Balan mentions that many people who have come here, their problems have been healed by bonding with other people. He didn't even have to mediate to solve the problems."

"Balan? Who is he?"

"The Maestro in charge of this world, WonderWorld."

"Wonder...Land."

"No! It's WonderWorld i-shhh! Listen!"

"What is it?"

"Quiet! She's singing! Let's follow her voice!"

The watchmaker advances at a fast pace that Yejun can barely catch up.

The two watchmakers reach a large tree and in front of it, a tall girl stands singing and gazing at the beautiful crystal clear lake in a beautiful sunrise. The old man walks forward until he almost reaches the tree.

"Girl! Greetings!"

"ª!"

The young girl hides in the tree but realizing the old man's presence, relieved, she gets up and approaches the veteran watchmaker.

"Mr. Dominic? What are you doing here?"

"Nice to see you, Alicia."

[actual-bill-potts]

Finrod, upon being reembodied in Aman, feels lost. First Noldo to return, the only child left of the house of Finwë where once the streets of Tirion and the beaches of Alqualondë, the halls of the palace and the cozy walls of Arafinwë’s house, had rung with merry laughter.

His father had met him outside the Halls of Mandos, eyes alight with such terrible hope that Finrod had been almost afraid. Never had he seen such an expression upon his father’s face, not even when he had turned away from all his children and gone back to Tirion with head bowed. (But then, his father had not spent half a millennium without his children. Then, his father had not felt his sons fall to dragon and wolf, felt their pain and terror and confusion.)

But then Arafinwë had caught sight of him, and there was such joy upon his face that Finrod forgot the words that had passed between them when it became apparent that Arafinwë would not follow his brother into exile; forgot the years leading his House alone; forgot even, for a moment, the knowledge of how it felt to be ripped apart so wholly you could not understand the shape of your fëa. He forgot all, in the rush to fling his arms about his father and be embraced in turn. Atya was weeping into his shoulder, and Finrod was crying in turn, and he let himself be held as he had not since long before that terrible dark night in Tirion.

And when they returned to Tirion, and his mother embraced him in turn, arms strong about him and words of forgiveness spoken on both sides—still then he had felt nothing but joy.

But with the passing of time, some of that had—faded—and now Finrod wanders the hills about Tirion, lost and longing for something he cannot name.

Part of it is grief. Everyone in Aman knows grief, now; the Teleri cruelly slain had learned it well, and the Noldor forever sundered from their kin no less. But there is still the certainty, beneath the loss: no one is gone forever. The dead Teleri, killed for their ships, had marched home singing long ago. Finrod himself, Doomed and Returned, can see the hope dawning in the eyes of the Noldor who look at him. He is back! they seem to say, he is back, and if he is back why should not my beloved be returned?

But what of the Atani?

Finrod had known, in Endórë, that his fate was sundered from Men. He had felt it keenly as they died: slowly, one after another, in the long years of peace, then quickly and brutally, when their Leaguer was broken. Still he had had hope. He was Doomed, with little hope of mercy; why, after all, might he not see the Atani again, in whatever place he was sent after his ending?

Now he knows: they are gone. Gone beyond the world, and no hope of reunion. Balan, Baran, Barahir, Beren, even Lúthien: gone past recall. And there is no one else in Aman who knew them; no one else who loved them; no one with whom he can grieve as mortals grieve.

He sits, in the hills, and waits. He is weary. There is joy—of course there is joy!—but there is so much sorrow. So many gone, and none who can understand.

What is he waiting for?

I can understand, says a voice next to Finrod, and he looks up to see—

A hooded figure, garbed in gray, shoulders shaking, sorrow-cloaked—

This is the Lady Nienna.

Finrod kneels. "My Lady," he says, "what would you have of me?"

It is so rare, to see Nienna. Others among the Valar had visited often, Oromë and Ulmo, Vána and Estë, to rejoice at celebrations and wonder at children born. But Nienna was locked in grief, and would not venture forth.

Nienna’s voice comes again, haunted with sorrow. I would have you follow me. I grieve with you, for the Secondborn who are so bright and beautiful, and fade so soon. Perhaps you, in turn, may grieve with me, and give comfort to those who come to my dwelling.

You have walked long in sorrow, Friend of Men. You have loved mortals, and have not feared their loss as it breaks you. The Atani had much to teach you—and you in turn have much to teach us, if you are willing.

Finrod has begun to weep, though he hardly feels it. He does not hesitate. "My Lady of Sorrows, my Lady of Mercy," he says, "I will follow you. Through sorrow to joy."

I am sorrow, Nienna responds, her voice like the tolling of a great bell, but through me, to joy will you walk.

[kayssweetdreams]

The Perfect Finale Ch45

Meanwhile, with Balan and Lance...

Neither of the human turned maestros didn't know what was happening at the moment. They had no idea that Yin was currently fighting Jett, nor that Kaylo was back in Wonderworld. As of now, they were still in the strange area of Wonderworld. "Why have we never seen this place before?" Balan asked as he gazed at the Wonderworld Flora scattered around.

"I'm not sure...Maybe we've just overlooked it." Lance said, still looking for a way out...or an answer as to why they even came there. That's when he saw something...it looked to be a large stone wall, written in old Wonderworld language "Hey Balan. Look at this!" He exclaimed. The positive maestro walked over, and saw what appeared to be a poem. Balan squinted. Since he wasn't a maestro anymore, it might have been a little bit harder to read. However, he was able to roughly translate:

Wonderworld's existence is at stake

Someone has something a human shouldn't take

The Banished Maestro's plan of fear

With every second is growing Near

Unless someone is stronger, worlds wonder and real won't last longer

Both maestros gasped in shock. This wasn't a poem. This was a riddle and a prophecy. "The first two parts have happened. But so far there isn't anyone stronger than Yin...other than Prim, and there was a very, VERY slim chance of her helping them. "We can't let Yin win...otherwise there might not be a Wonderworld anymore." Balan said.

"But how? We're powerless right now." Lance stated. Balan was about to retort, when they both heard the Wonderworld speak to them again. "The heart has returned..." it whispered. And it didn't take Balan or Lance long to realize what that meant. "What is Kaylo doing back in Wonderworld?!" They exclaimed. "Ok. We have to get out of here NOW." Lance said. A glowing ball of light appeared in front of both maestros, as it spoke to them.

"Hurry Maestros...Don't let Wonderworld fall to the Banished Maestro..." it said, as a mirror appeared in front of them. "C'mon! Let's go!!" Balan said. "Balan wait! We need a plan!" Lance yelled, trying to stop Balan from going further. But it was too late, he already went in. Lance sighed as he chased after Balan, hoping that Yin didn't know that they were back in Wonderworld as well.

And they didn't notice the ball of light hide itself behind Lance's back as they did.

Meanwhile, Back with Yin and Jett...

Jett struggled in Yin's grasp as he maliciously held him up. The red maestro sneered at Jett's futile attempts at freedom. "You honestly thought that someone like me. A MAESTRO. Had FEAR? You were sorely mistaken..." He said with twisted glee. "And I know that you don't belong here in Wonderworld...Which means you came from outside." He said with a manic stare in his eyes. "Now be a good little demon, and tell me where the heart is..." He whispered.

"Over my Bloody Dead Body!" Jett hissed. Yin didn't flinch. Instead, he gave a cruel smile as he reached for something. "Oh. Not dead...but rather, PERFECTED." He said...holding up a very familiar pill...

Jett belongs to @jettthespeeddemon

[balanwwfan]

Golden Balan sticker poll.

The one voted for the most will be made into stickers with golden highlights, keep in mind if one design wins a poll it will not be in other polls. (this includes simulair designs)

[joneoyvilde03]

Wonderainbow Jone-foxywild and wonder rainbow decor

Hello everyone i got balan wonderworld fanmade multiverse au we have finally got wonder decor a chapters a inhabitants 15 a colors the turn a rainbow colors name wonder rainbow decor and ready for transforms to truest wonderful is wonderainbow Jone-foxywild how a form beautiful kindness together world and thanks for made Joneoyvilde03

Wonder rainbow decor (rainbow colors)

Character from:

Balan wonderworld/OC/arzest

By joneoyvilde03

[doveriathegoddess]

Today I will be introducing my latest project I've been working called Variations of Dove. It's basically Dove but she is in a different fandom and there's a lot of fandoms that I'm in so we'll just go straight into it-

Starting off we have No Straight Roads Dove, who is a 25 year old ballet dancer to moved to Vinyl City after the Music Revolution and currently resides in the Natura District. She has a crush on Zuke-

Balan Wonderworld Dove is known as the Maestro of Wonder and was once an inhabitant long ago. She is love with Balan and wishes to impress him with her magical abilities.

Hifi Rush Dove may be wheelchair bound but that won't stop her from helping in anyway she can in taking down Vandelay Co with her friends. She is mainly fond of Chai since she likes him as more than just a friend...

Dove's abilities as a powerful physic has certainly caught the attention of the Psychonauts and they seek to recruit her. Her powers are precognition, psychometry, psychic reading, and astral projection.

Shortly after the overblotting incident involving Jamil, Dove was transferred from her all girls school to Night Raven College in a deal arranged by her father, Kalim's father, Jamil's parents, and the Headmaster. As a shy first year student, Dove slowly starts to find confidence in herself and develops feelings for her dorm leader Kalim...

Princess Dove is the ruler of the realm of Lan di Journ and as her title states she loves being an artist and enjoys painting any beautiful scenery. If she is not chosen as the player's queen then she will marry Ramone the Bard Prince instead.

Dove was born 10 years later after the birth of the 43 children on October 1st 1989, but she was able to become the Divine Servant of the 7 Gods who rule the world. In exchange for Dove's servitude and loyalty, Mother Earth and the 6 other gods crafted the Crown using a fraction of their powers which once placed on Dove's head gave her the power to see the past, present, and future which upon touching an object she will see everything that the Gods desire to know...

Hearts and Heroes Dove joined the Hub in the events after Pax East, and became a very powerful Light Mage as she went on missions to save those trapped in their nightmares.

Dove moved to Stardew Valley and settled in her grandfather's old farm in Pelican Town and quickly got the hang of farming and raising her favorite animals: chickens. Eventually Dove would marry Sam and bring him to her home to start their family and raise more chickens.

Long ago the 4 clans of the Utau Trolls were at war since the Emperor had died without an heir. This war however awoke a very dangerous monster with a hunger to eat the Utau Trolls, but just when all hope was lost, Hato sang a lullaby to seal the monster away and put it back in it's deep slumber, saving the entire race of the Utau Trolls. Because she had saved them, the Utau Trolls crowned her as their Empress, and thus started the royal bloodline that has ruled since then. Princess Roa is Hato's great x5 granddaughter and will soon become the next Empress...

Light Maiden Cookie is a sweet cookie that sees the beauty in just about anything, from the simplest flower to the strangest of objects. Her heart belongs only to a very special someone called Dragonfruit Cookie (my partner's oc)

I hope you guys enjoy!

[searchingforserendipity25]

for @eilinelsghost. dear frankie, you are such a genuinely wonderful, talented, amazingly intelligent and kind presence on this hellsite and the world at last, and deserve all things lovely. have some balan/finrod as a humble offering among with all the rest! <33

--

“Very pretty it is, to be sure,” Bëor said, voice rasping low, painfully low in throat eve as his face creased with mirth. “But I am sure I do not know what I would do with a handful of your hair, Felagund! Strange creatures the Eldar be indeed, to so long for that exchange.” 

Finrod's eyes widened. His mouth was less dire than it had been for days, but there was something somber still about the tilt of his brows. 

Balan would feel rather like a fiend to prickle him for his entreaty, if he were not being half-cheated by its terms.

“It is a perfectly common sharing of tokens among my people.” 

“Among my people the throwing of leaves and pointing of fingers is a perfectly common exchange of tokens when one is being a daft liar, too, and I do not think you so eager for that! You fairies are dreadfully jealous of your braids, one and all.” 

Finrod was not bold enough to deny it. Perhaps he was in earnest - the notion only made Balan ache more fiercely. 

They were very careful about their gifts, the two of them, since their first exchanges had ended in mild poisoning, and Finrod finding how very much his constitution disagreed with the smoking pipes the Edain favoured. 

Finrod had been almost diffident in his offer, as he had not been for years. He looked down now at Balan now, palms pressed together in the way Balan had learned he did when he was uncertain of which question to request. 

 “It does happen rarely, and I do not say It is not a tremendous honour. I ask much from one who is dear to me; too much for a whim; and I am sorry for it.” 

Balan sighed. His bones felt too tight. His mouth was parched, but he did not wish to ask for a glass of water, and he was not certain he would be able to cross the room easily; and he was not certain Finrod would be able to withstand it easily. 

Finrod seemed not less brittle to his eyes. Singing too long left the line of his cheeks sharper, his eyes dangerous as wisps of light over bog waters. His dear lord, who had not slept in many nights to keep him from the edge of mortal harm. 

He clasped Finrod’s hand warmly. The fine, long bones stilled for a moment, and then wound between his with accustomed gentleness.

 “It is that must apologize,” Balan said. “Ask what thou wilt as a gift, and never doubt it be thine. Art not not my lord, and my dear friend? It would be a honour to have such a token, for even a meager hair would be a treasure given from thy hands. But I suspect it is not thy people’s way to be light about such thing; and I think fear moves thee in this more than a mere whim. If it is so, I would not have it not be kept silent, and take insidious root.” 

Finrod’s fingers tightened around his. He strove for lightness of tone, and failed as he rarely did when he attempted it. “Thou canst not wonder that I fear! Warm as coal was thy brow, and heard not what I said when I spoke.” 

Balan tilting his head to meet Finrod’s eyes, smiling almost despite himself at the light of love on the king’s face. He bent, and kissed the fine knuckles; and at last Finrod smiled as well. 

Only then when he knew he was heard entirely did he say, “Felagund, dear lord. I am not dying; nay, not yet, and not soon either I judge. This is but a spring cold, from the changing of the wind and the cold air. Dangerous if uncared for; but thou hast cared for me better than ever my people were loved. It shall pass. Indeed, after the songs and pastes and infusions, it is nearly gone already. I would say if it grew worse, be not afraid of that.” 

Balan was struck once again - as he often was - by how real Finrod was, for all his strangeness. This cheekbone was very like his own; the eyes that shone and saw the world in different shades, the quick mind that guessed at the unknowable and predicted past and future. They had made a friendship out of generous wonder in each other and for each other. The last thing he wished was to make Finrod doubt it. 

He found the strands of his head strange tokens to exchange, but it seemed discourteous to refuse the trade outright, when Felagund was so plainly well-meaning.

And so peculiarly covetous, too. Balan was not blind to the way Finrod stood raptly with held breath, whenever he saw him brushing back his hair after swimming, or oiling the strands and redoing the braids by the fire in the evenings. 

He could not say he disliked the attention, that he had not met Finrod’s glances a hundred times.

He could not say the offer was not to him what he knew to be to Finrod - he had seen too many elvish warriors with the braids of their betrotheds carried in medallions about their necks, or kinsmen wound in goldwire and silver, set with amber and pearls around their wrists.

 Solemnly, Finrod brought out one of his many knives. A swift stroke, and one of his impossibly bright braids fell into Balan’s palm; and his own closed around Balan’s own gift. 

Finrod studied it with such care, Bëor's spindly, bristling braid, the gray threaded with the fading fairness of his hair. 

Balan looked at his hand, a little disbelieving. More beautiful than gold was that slender braid, enthralling as the stars, thin and fine as spidersilk - Balan had stared at it as often as Finrod looked at him in admiration.

 It was not less lovely for being in his hand, and seemed all the more startling in its beauty; but Balan’s eyes were still, always, for the curling strands that framed Finrod’s temples, the fine lashes that kissed his cheeks.  

How strange it was, that all the brightness in him should be turned to him, bent like a candlewick under the weight of its own flame. All the time he had known Finrod he had seen him lonesome among his people, lordly and unwed, brushing his own hair alone; and it had wounded him from the first.

For all the differences between them, that particular loneliness was something Balan recognized so well.

His hand fit so well in Balan's, all the same. He had held him for days and day, without letting go: whenever Balan was strong enough to open his eyes, he had seen him - his golden braids fraying, unattended, as he willed Balan to live. 

In the delirium of his fever Balan had dreamed foul dreams. It had felt to him as if a great darkness had descended upon Finrod, as if great walls of stone parted them; crushed, limbs heavy, he had cried out. Reached for him, as if were being chased by a prowling thing, and growing ever more distant; and now he saw, clear as grass, a mirrored anguish in the way Finrod held Balan's cut braid as if it were half an heirloom already. 

"Thank thee," Finrod said, grave as if it were a rite.

“I am very generous,” Balan agreed, teasing as well as he could. His heart pressing painfully against his ribs. He felt feverish still, with fear and boldness now; but he had to speak, say this much at least. “But I fear I am about to be more outrageous still; for there is beauty greater still I would have, still. Among my people, embraces are also exchanged as tokens, between friends who hold each other dear.”

Finrod's breathing hitched and ceased again.

He did not say he had heard the words unspoken. He did not speak of death; or love. The gift his people gave and traded as promises unspooled itself in Balan’s hand, and nothing like an oath came with it; but Balan needed nothing of the like tonight.

If it was greedy to ask for more, it would be cruel to give less, when even his ageless face was dimned with the weariness of the vigil he had kept by Balan's side, his shoulders tight with fear. 

“So it is, among my people as well,” said Finrod, and stopped, until Balan thought he would turn his face away, and rise, and hide the dark rope of Balan’s hair away forever to be wept over in days and years to come.

But the grip between Balan’s fingers eased, then grew stronger again. Finrod bent down over the bedside; until Balan touched the living strands of his hair, entwined his fingers about it.

That was too much. The dark braid was set aside carefully; and then, swiftly, with a surge of urgency, Finrod held him. Laid his hands over his back, feeling the movement of his heart and lungs; and Balan stroked his head with its wisps of shorn hair, eased his fear as well as he could.

Tomorrow, the cedarwod casket that held Balan's pins and rings, Belen's childhood gifts of bone-whistles and Baran's prettiest pebbles would receive a new, no less beloved treasure. Tomorrow, Finrod would hide the stands of Beren's hair away in truth, somewhere secret and well-kept where tokens of love could be held without marring for many centuries.

For tonight they could give each other this gift - grasp tight, and not let go until the sun rose over the mountain.

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Hey There! I have a fic request! Balan (with his own magic) ends up in the Amazing Digital Circus!

Ooh! That would definitely be something! Here you go! It's so good to receive an ask from you after a long while.

🎵 Gangle and Zooble and Kinger too 🎵

🎵 Ragatha, Jax, and there's Pomni woo-hoo 🎵

🎵 Day after day after day we fly🎵

🎵 Past the moon and the sun and we don't know why🎵

Caine and the others were busy rehearsing the theme song for The Amazing Digital Circus. So far, everything was going nice and smoothly for the gang.

But while they were busy performing, they failed to notice a cloud of magic puffing. Standing on the stage was none other than Balan himself. His usual grin was still evident on his face.

"Aha—I knew that this trick would lead me here!" Balan said. "Now I wonder what other colorful worlds might be near…"

That said, his voice was what caused the performance to suddenly stop. All eyes were focused on Balan himself. "Caine, is this one of your NPCs or is this a new sucker?" A tall purple rabbit asked a floating AI with a humanoid body that had a large row of teeth and heterochromatic eyes. "Because if it's a new character, we're going to have to redo this whole theme song."

"I'm not doing that again," A mix-and-match toy said to Jax, her arms crossed while she looked unamused.

"Uh, who is this guy?" A small jester asked. From the sound of her voice, Balan knew that the jester was a female.

"My, my, it appears a new human has entered this realm!" Caine, the aformentioned AI, announced as he floated toward Balan.

"I am not a human, I must confess," Balan said. "Rather, an entirely different being that found his way into this mess."

"Wait, is it just me or is that tall man rhyming whenever he talks?" A ragdoll asked everyone.

"And if he's not a human, then what is he supposed to be?" The mix-and-match toy asked, uncrossing her arms.

"Does he also know how we can leave?" The jester asked, causing the rabbit to roll his eyes.

"Who might you be, newcomer?" Caine asked Balan.

Balan did a graceful bow in front of everyone. "Why, I am Balan, maestro of Wonderworld; a place where emotions play an important aspect of healing. As a maestro myself, I am able to determine all of the positive emotions that you may be feeling."

"You remember where you come from?" The jester named Pomni asked, shocked. Even the others were rather baffled. "What else do you remember? Family?"

Balan chuckled. "Of course I remember my family. Why would I forget about those that are close to me? I have a twin brother who I hold very dear. And two cousins; one playful and one that will fill you with fear."

"Fill us with fear?" A ribbon-like being with a comedy theater mask for a face eyed Balan with curiosity. "How scary is your cousin, to be exact?"

Balan's smile faded and was replaced with a frown. "It is best that you put that question to rest."

"I'm going to guess that your cousin is not a polite person, yes?" The ragdoll nervously laughed.

"Of course not, dollface," The purple rabbit said. "By the way, I wonder if his cousins would like pranks…" A mischievous grin formed on his face.

"Jax, don't you dare…" The mix-and-match toy warned Jax before turning to Balan. "Sorry about him. He likes pranks way too much."

"One of my two cousins enjoys pranks too," Balan revealed. "So this should be good news for you." He looked at Jax who was already brainstorming prank ideas.

"I hope your cousin's pranks aren't as dangerous as Jax's," The ribbon-like being stated, trying to approach Balan. But Jax decided to push her down to the ground, causing her comedy mask to fall off and break.

"Really, Jax?" The ragdoll glared at Jax. "Leave Gangle alone, will you?"

"Oh my, let me help you with your mask," Balan said to a crying Gangle. "Fixing it is a simple task." When he snapped his fingers, Gangle's comedy mask was suddenly good as new much to everyone's surprise.

"Impressive!" A king chess piece spoke. "How did he do this? And what else can he do?"

"More importantly, where can we find this Wonderworld?" Caine asked.

"Follow me—and you all shall see." Balan gave everyone a wink.