#disabled astral family

[cloudaxolotl07]

WHAT IF jayvik found Isha wandering the astral plain like they were and when they later all return, travel all of Runterra together before heading back to Piltover!? CANT WAIT TO SEE THIS IN SEASON 3-

Happy Disabled Astral family- AH- 🥲

[thequietkid-moonie]

Autistic memeber of the Astral Express

[ PLATONIC HEADCANONS ] [ Pom Pom, Himeko, Welt, March, Dan Heng & the trailblazer ]

[ Honkai Star Rail ]

I want to make this some kind of tradition, having at least one fic with autistic reader for every fandom I write for! Request or original idea, it doesn't matter, the important is bring cute fics and comfort!!

Hope you enjoy it and feel the inmense love and comfort Moonie is expressing for you, dear reader ❤️❤️

The astral express is constantly reciving people from the whole galaxy, everyone is welcome to the visit the astral express, and just like that everyone is more than welcome to joing the nameless and travel across the universe, helping people in need

Everyone has a past and a reason to why they choose to follow their own path, and thats is respected in the astral express, they aren't bothered by it in the slighest (and even if you prefer to don't say anything about it its okay too), once you decided to join the crew you imediatly become part of the family and are accepted as such

It will be quite helpful if you are sincere and tell them about your condition, or at least one of the crew, that way they will be able to help you feel more comfortable and adapt what it is need to adapt to bring you comfort, no one in the crew will be disrespectful or think less of you (in fact, every one is more than willing to share some words of comfort if you feel insecure or even bad for your disability)

Pom Pom as the driver of the astral express he end up taking the charge of taking care of the crew (and visitors) while your stay on the train, so that is why at the end, once you joined the nameless was him who directly approached to you and ask you if there were something you needed to feel more comfortable, inisiting that there is no need to be shy, you are free to talk to him if you need anything. As well, since Pom Pom is the once who is in charge to cook (not that it bothers him, he does it with joy) he will ask you at some point if you have any preferences or even what is what you like the most when it comes to food (at the end Pom Pom will learn how to make your comfort food just the way you like it! and he actually feels quite proud of himself for that)

If changes tend to cause you distress the constantly traveling around the galaxy and constantly visiting all kind of worlds can not be the best for you, however to help you with that Himeko always make sure to take time before the jump to tell you about your next destination, telling you all the details she can in hopes to help you feel less anxious and stress by the new enviroment, as well with knowing the name of the planet you can easily search for more information in the data bank that the train owns (and since Dan Heng is always there he is more than willing to help you search the information you need)

As well, if you feel that there is something in the enviroment of your next destination that you may not be able to handle too well then you can just stay on the train while the rest of the crew take care of the problem, besides it is helpful if someone stays on the train (and if you decide to stay on the train March promise to take a lot of photos just for you and will try to bring you and Pom Pom a souvenier)

Even when you have a disability no one in the astral express will look down or think less of you, in fact all of them will try to learn about your disability and how it affects you to be able to offer the help you need, and they always does. Himeko is the best to bring comfort or help you understand things you struggle with, as well she can show you around the train and teach you how it works if you really want to know, Welt is also really good with comfort but more indirectly, making sure you never forget how apreciate you are by everyone (and not only in the astral express)

March will be the one who has more problems with adapting to your condition because she is really clingy and loud, she loves dragging you to what she is up to because she consider you as a really good friend is her way to show you how much she likes you, that is why she has to be reminded constantly to respect your space and to don't be too loud or touchy, either by you or the rest of the crew. Is probably that more than once she have trigger you and made you upsed (or even made your body hurt due the overestimulation), but that has never being her intention and she always try to make it up for you

Dan Heng is the one who is more quickly to adapt to your needs, he respects a lot your condition and always make it clear, even if he has never being too expressive you can tell by his actions how much he loves and cares for the astral express crew, including you, you can notice the little hints of him making sure there is nothing that could trigger discomfort or distress on you or quietly checking on you whenever you are spending time together, it isn't that he underestimated you but he does worry for you. Also, he has never have problems with people coming to the archives (even if it kinda is his room), so if you it brings you comfort the quiet and peaceful atmosphere of that room you are more than welcome to go whenever you want

Despite having a lot of knowledge due Kafka's helps, after their memories being eraised the trailblazer is now more like a newborn and everything is quite new, so they has to take some time to adapt and properly learn how to treat you to don't make you upset or bring you discomfort by accident, not that they thinks that your disability is a problem, is just that they don't want to bring you troubles, although, for them it won't be as dificult to adapt as it is for March and once they do and finally feels comfortable (knowing that they won't make you feel uncomfortable neither) they just become a great friend and a little bit protective over you too

[yrrtyrrtwhenihrrthrrt]

Arcane Characters that Keep Getting Left Out and it Makes Me Sad:

Sevika (okay we cannot have Jinx's cute little new found family with Isha and Vi without Sevika!!!! She's their dad!!!!! Boogiewoogiewoogie ) she is also a disabled butch politician icon and I love her. I know that has nothing to do with the found family but-- stop leaving her out just let her be the dad she was made to be!!!

Mylo and Claggor- Okay I loved that Zaundads concept art with the adorable family photo of them from the Good Timeline with Powder but WHERE are her brothers???? They are an integral part of this family in this universe and at this point they would be in Vander/Silco's lives almost just as long as Powder was 😭 like I know Silco and Vander knew her mom so there was an added bond there but NO. They are good dads and would NOT do favoritism. Powder lost her sister already in this timeline don't take her brothers away too >:,,,,( they r a family of 5 and they love each other!!!! I choose to think that Family Photo was just for Powder winning her school science fair and that's why it's just her and parents, they have copies of the same photo with teenage Mylo and Claggor also hanging in their hallway next to that one.

Sky- Even the creators forgot about her so I can't really blame the fandom for this but-- if y'all are gonna put JayVik and Meljay into a polycule how can you leave my girl out??? Viktor's queerplatonic soul-bestie who lived in his brain for like,,,, a year or more???? Rude!!!! She deserves to get that bag (the bag being Jayce, Mel, and Viktor. All three of them.) These four need to snuggle (or worse) in the Astral Realm and I do not take notes.

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[crazy-pages]

I like to imagine an epilogue scene where Viktor and Jayce are sitting shoulder to shoulder on some beach-like nebula on the astral mind palace.

And then Viktor says, "By the way, fuck you."

"Bwuh?"

"Even fresh off a death world and down half your sanity, you are such a goddamn privileged liberal noble."

"What? I- Viktor, where is this coming from?"

"My disability didn't make me damaged? Was part of who I was and shouldn't be changed? Jayce I was fucking dying from a wasting illness I contracted playing in tainted water from the mines that supplied *your* family's factories. Absolutely fuck you and the hammer you rode in on."

"Well I- I mean ... it sounded like a poetic and affirming line in my head? I meant it in good way?"

"Of that I am absolutely certain."

"Hey what's that supposed to mean?!"

[kismetconstellations]

There are so many ways that Voltron: Legendary Defender failed its characters. From the unfathomably idiotic decision to kill Allura off in the finale, to putting Coran through the pain of losing his family twice over, to all of the "jokes" at the expense of Hunk's anxiety, weight, and stomach problems.

But, to me, the most egregious example of this will forever be the numerous ways that Shiro was mistreated, even though I fully believe that most of them were unintentional and the fault of incompetence, rather than maliciousness.

I never expected a show with a TV-Y7 rating that was made to sell toys to children to address this character's extensive trauma in any meaningful way. And, perhaps there was a push behind the scenes to sideline him in order to bring Keith to the forefront, due to Keith being the head of Voltron in previous incarnations, and Shiro essentially being a Canon Foreigner created exclusively for this series.

But, when you have: - A poorly executed attempt to recreate Shiro's fight with Zarkon in the Astral Plane, void of the stunning visuals, impressively fluid fight choreography, and emotional and narrative stakes.

(Shiro fighting the show's main villain and his predecessor hand-to-hand for control of one of the most powerful weapons in the universe, vs the Paladins fighting shadowy, faceless foes that none of them- aside from Allura- have any personal connections to or conflict with, even once their identities are revealed, with long-range weapons, inside of Honerva's head.)

- Shiro, the previously "undefeated" Champion of Zarkon's gladiatorial arena and a highly trained and skilled martial artist, being slapped across the bridge of his own ship.

-Shiro's personal abuser telling him that the arm that was forcibly grafted onto his body in an attempt to turn him into a weapon for the Galra Empire is "the strongest part" of him,

Slav, an ally, echoing the sentiment and arguing that Shiro would be "even stronger with two robotic arms", and the first half of Season Seven confirming as much by depicting Shiro standing, often completely mute, on the sidelines

until he's outfitted with a new prosthetic arm. Only then is he actively allowed to participate in combat, again, and promoted to Captain of the Atlas.

-Shiro winning an intergalactic arm wrestling tournament to prove that he isn't a washed-up retiree (at the ripe old age of twenty-six), with that prosthetic.

-Said prosthetic being a mirror of his abuser's.

-No acknowledgement of Shiro's essence being transferred into the body of his clone that is down an arm. Or, how he's coping with not only not having a right arm at all, but also having been dead for a huge chunk of time, trapped inside the consciousness of the Black Lion and watching on helplessly as someone wearing his face tried to kill everyone he loves, and then resurrected to be suddenly "retired" through no choice of his own.

-Aside, of course, from an all-too lighthearted and chipper comment on routine helping him get through "being in the infinite void of the Black Lion", and a throwaway quip about how "having my consciousness transplanted from the infinity of Voltron's inner quintessence into the dead body of an evil clone of myself" has left him "a little out of sorts".

-And, Shiro not getting to kill his abuser, or even best him in combat.

Instead, he lies beaten and helpless, once again, as Keith, his replacement, takes Sendak out.

It crosses the line from clumsy writing to infuriating negligence and ineptitude.

The repeated violations of Shiro's autonomy, and what seems by all rights to be unintended ableism, even though it borders on outright disrespectful, went above and beyond any terrible writing and direction that I anticipated gritting my teeth and slogging through when I decided to finally bite the bullet and watch this show. It's utterly baffling to me that no one seemed to stop and realize that, "Hey, maybe introducing and then reinforcing the sentiment that a disabled man's prosthetic is the 'strongest part' of him, and he's effectively weak and useless without it, is a bad idea", at any point in the creative process before these episodes made it to air.

I wholeheartedly believe that as much as other characters were wronged, Voltron: Legendary Defender and its notoriously hellish fanbase that was more concerned with who these characters were having sex with than the actual plot, did not deserve Takashi Shirogane.

Shiro; a gay man, ace pilot, ambitious space explorer, and scarred trauma survivor who was abducted and forced to kill for the entertainment of his captors, subjected to unimaginable torture, and had his body modified without his knowledge or consent twice, yet never let any of his experiences, no matter how grueling or dehumanizing, stop him from being gentle, compassionate, noble, brave, self-sacrificing, and everything that epitomizes a True Hero, right to the bitter end.

[umbralaether]

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Basic Info

Character’s full name: Eisha Pantera (ee-sha pan-terra)

Birthday: 10th sun of the 2nd Astral Moon

Race: Keeper of the Moon Miqo’te

Class: Summoner, Astrologian, Reaper

Ships: G’raha Tia (Main ship), Haurchefant, Thancred Waters (AU), Azem x Emet Selch

Screenshot tag: eisha screens

Lore/Answers: eisha lore

Azem: Astraea

Physical appearance

Age: post endwalker -> 28

How old does he/she appear: 25

Body build: Slim w/ lean muscle 

Eye color: Aqua (post shb left eye became pale aqua)

Glasses or contacts: neither

Skin tone: blue-gray

Distinguishing marks: faded dark blue tribal marks across cheeks; vertical scar over left eye

Hair color: dark blue with light blue highlights 

Type of hair: medium thickness, straight texture  

Hairstyle: short w/ a crown braid  

Overall attractiveness: unintentionally alluring  

Physical disabilities: post-endwalker she has bouts of muscle spasms due to fluctuating aether

Usual fashion of dress: relaxed, modest, casual

Favorite outfit:

Ala Mhigan gown in raptor blue

YoRHa Type-53 bottoms of casting

Shadowless boots of casting

Jewelry or accessories: usually wearing the edengate earrings, Cait sith neck ribbon, Halonic auditor’s bracelets, crystarium ring and amaurotine ring 

Personality

Good personality traits: Caring, Forgiving, Easy-going, Patient, Polite, Smart

Bad personality traits: Avoidant, Anxious, Self-Sacrificing, Passive, People-pleaser

Mood character is most often in: Inquisitive & calm

Sense of humor: finds joy in the small things in life; puns and cheesy jokes will make her laugh

Character’s greatest joy in life: helping those who cannot help themselves, and reuniting with her soulmate

Character’s greatest fear: failure, loss

What single event would most throw this character’s life into complete turmoil?: a death of one of her loved ones. Loss is not something she wants to go through at this current moment

Character is most at ease when: she’s near the beach & can hear the waves

Most ill at ease when: she has to make a public speech

Enraged when: mercy is not shown when it could be

Depressed or sad when: life is lost because there was nothing left to do 

Priorities: finding happiness & making it for others; have a family; publish a memoir

Life philosophy: treat others how you would like to be treated

If granted one wish, it would be: to live in a fair & just world where everyone looks out for one another

Character’s soft spot: *cough* villains who just needed love instead *cough*

Is this soft spot obvious to others?: Hopefully not, she would be so embarrassed 

Present

Current location: the Lavender Beds

Currently living with: her husband, G’raha Tia

Pets: Pickle the Lunatender, Squash the Royal Lunatender

Religion: “You can only save yourself”

Occupation: Adventurer & food connoisseur

Finances: well off due to a friend’s crafting business

Family

Mother: Elesia Pantera  

Relationship with her: complicated. Eisha was supposed to become the matriarch of the clan once she became of age but instead she ran away after they fought about it. Then the calamity hit and she never got to see her family or clan again.

Father: unknown

Relationship with him: never met him, no clue if he’s alive

Siblings: a sister, Elva Pantera, who died when Eisha was 13  

Relationship with them: estranged before her death, because her mother had chosen Eisha instead of her to lead.

Spouse: G’raha Tia

Relationship with him/her: soulmate.

Children: currently expecting one child, gender unknown at this time

Favorites

Color: Blue

Least favorite color: Brown (just not her style)

Music: a fan of violin and piano

Food: ramen; breakfast foods; sushi; pasta dishes

Form of entertainment: reading, sightseeing, cooking!

Location: Thavnair

Weather: Clear skies with any range of heat!

Most prized possession: all of her trophies from her battles

Habits

Hobbies: cooking, reading, exploring

Plays a musical instrument?: she is learning ukelele 

How she would spend a rainy day: snuggling up indoors with warm food and a good book/her significant other

Spending habits: impulse purchases for herself & others happens quite a bit 

Smokes: occasionally 

Drinks: special occasions 

What does she do too much of?: daydreaming, thinking, & learning

What does she do too little of?: taking a breaks & getting proper rest  

Combat skills: healing, magic arts, recently competent at physical combat    

Nervous tics: tends to tap her fingers on the table, or  mildly lash her tail 

Usual body posture: relaxed

Mannerisms: is formally polite around new people, bordering on shy. When she gets to know someone, she is sure to remember things from past conversations to catch up on.  

Peculiarities: will occasionally feel the aether of those who have passed on around her. Has flashbacks of pre-sundering events that feel like dreams.

Traits

Optimist or pessimist?: realist. both bad & good happen in equal amounts

Introvert or extrovert?:  introverted

Daredevil or cautious?

Logical or emotional?: leans more towards emotional but it is situational

Disorderly and messy or methodical and neat? Methodical and neat, everything has a place and she knows where it is.

Prefers working or relaxing? She becomes guilty when she takes a day off, and likes to stay busy.

Confident or unsure of himself/herself? She is confident in her abilities, yet unsure about her mental fortitude.

Animal lover? Adores all creatures of every shape and size!

[ballads-and-dirges]

𝓦𝓪𝓻𝓻𝓲𝓸𝓻 𝓸𝓯 𝓛𝓲𝓰𝓱𝓽 𝓟𝓻𝓸𝓯𝓲𝓵𝓮

𝒟𝑒𝓂𝑜𝑔𝓇𝒶𝓅𝒽𝒾𝒸𝓈

Name: Kadenza Amadea-Leonis | Kadenza Valdisdottir

Nickname: Kad, Chirrup, Crisanta

Age: 25-27 (ARR) | 27-28 (HW) | 28-29 (SB) | 29-30 (ShB) | 31-33 (EW)

Sex/Gender: Female

Ethnicity: Midlander Hyur

Occupation: Second Lieutenant of the Twin Adder

Class: Archer

Job: Bard

𝒫𝒽𝓎𝓈𝒾𝒸𝒶𝓁 𝒜𝓅𝓅𝑒𝒶𝓇𝒶𝓃𝒸𝑒

Eye color: Brown (ARR-SB) | Pale Blue and Brown (ShB)

Skin color: Espresso with Cool undertones

Hair color: Black (ARR-SB) | Grey (ShB)

Height: 5 Fulms, 1 Ilm

Weight: 150 ponze

Body type: Subtle hourglass shape with a semi athletic build

Fitness level: Kadenza’s fitness level is high since she is constantly adventuring and fighting but a lot of her arm strength comes from her Botany hobby

Tattoos: NA

Scars/Birthmarks: She has a scar running from her left shoulder nearly down to her right hip from where Zenos struck her down on their first dual; due to how fast she was treated the skin healed without leaving too much of a dark mark

Other distinguishing features: Her pale blue left eye after Ardbert’s soul merged with her own. She also wears a yellow chrysanthemum pin in her hair and wears saffron colored eye shadow in the corners of her eyes.

Disabilities: NA

Cleanliness/Grooming: For someone who’s constantly traveling or sleeping outdoors, she’s constantly doing her best to stay clean. Due to her being raised in a small village in the Twelveswood, she’s used to cleaning up in fresh bodies of lakes, rivers, ponds, etc. so she’ll take her time to freshen up whenever given the moment to.

Coordination (or lack thereof): Her coordination is immaculate due to her being a bard. Her father drilled it into her that a good bard must be coordinated and fluid.

𝐻𝒾𝓈𝓉𝑜𝓇𝓎

Birth date: Third Sun of the Sixth Astral Moon in 1552

Guardian: Menphina, the Lover

Place of birth: Sharlayan

Key family members: 

Kara Valdisdottir (biological sister)

Lucienne and Yves Amadea-Leonis (adoptive parents)

Ty’rion Amadea-Leonis (adoptive brother)

Notable events/milestones: 

Following in her father’s footsteps, Kadenza finally joined the Archer’s Guild and spent years working her way to becoming a renowned Bard within the guild. The day she became a Bard her family threw a celebration for her to honor her achievement.

As she did her due diligence as a Scion, she also made sure to fulfill her duties as a member within the Twin Adders. Her diligence paid off as she has been honored with merits to become the Second Lieutenant and create her own squadron.

Criminal record: She has a fairly clean slate, she’s kind of too honest to a fault.

Affiliations: 

The Gridanian Branch of the Adventurer’s Guild

Scions of the Seventh Dawn

Second Lieutenant of the Order of the Twin Adder

The Archer’s Guild

The Fisher’s Guild

The Culinary Guild

Haus de Leonis

Lore: Kadenza had been born in Sharlayan along with her elder sister Kara but they were separated during the Garlean Invasion in 1557. She was only 5 summers old when her parents had been slain by Garlean troops. Kara, her elder sister, did what she could to lead Kadenza to safety but ended up being captured and shackled to other children and teens who were not fortunate enough to escape. Kara’s last word echoing in her head to run and to stay with the others. 

For months Kadenza traveled with a group of survivors that were making their way to Ishgard but with the dangers of dragons and wyvern, many of them were killed trying to defend themselves. After a while she found herself alone following a single moogle to Gods know where. The little sprite led her to safety, using a magick to make her invisible as they traversed the desolate lands of The Churning Mist. It wasn’t too long that she was led to their little village of Moghome, where she was taken care of for a few months until an uninvited person stumbled into their cave; a young Elezen man, with a bow on his back and a small harp placed on his hip, Yves Amadea-Leonis. For weeks the man waited outside the cave trying to convince Kadenza that he meant no harm and only wanted to help. It was the moogle who rescued her that convinced her to join the man, for she would have a better life among those similar to her. From there she followed the man to Gridania where he and his wife, Lucienne, raised her alongside a Vieran boy, Ty’rion, as their own.

Other notes: Being acknowledged as Hydaelyn’s Chosen has caused much dissonance within herself, as having the title as Warrior of Light has been exhausting coupled with her ties to being a Scion and Twin Adder Lieutenant. She constantly wrestles with her identity and has a severe case of imposter syndrome. This is an identity she constantly wrestles with that has pushed her further into being more aloof and reclusive in regards to letting people near her. She’s only recently been allowing herself to open up again after the events of Shadowbringers where she was nearly overwhelmed by corrupted light. Having Ardbert by her side has made her open her heart to relying on others and being more vulnerable with her allies.

𝒫𝓈𝓎𝒸𝒽𝑜𝓁𝑜𝑔𝒾𝒸𝒶𝓁 𝒯𝓇𝒶𝒾𝓉𝓈

Personality type: INFJ-T (Introverted, Intuitive, Feeling, Judging - Turbulent Advocate)

Focuses on the difficult parts of a problem.

Fueled by their worries and concerns, and these can be used to make significant progress.

Often affected by and caught up in the drama of life

Often affected by stress and regret because their regrets weigh on them more, but is more likely to learn from mistakes

Personality traits: Headstrong, Compassionate, Empathetic, Decisive, Sensitive, Aloof, Ambitious, Altruistic, a tad Sarcastic when annoyed

Temperament: INFJ The Empath | The Counselor

Introvert/Extrovert: Introvert

Mannerisms: Since her adoptive family is Elezen, Kadenza is a bit more formal when it comes to speaking and her posture reflects that as well. Though since she lived in a smaller village, when she visits city-states like Gridania or Ishgard the Elezen there believe her manners are not as refined. However to other races are confused when meeting this small Hyuran woman who seems more Elezen than Hyur.

Educational background: Kadenza is more street smart than book smart due to her upbringing. She is well versed in Elezen history and music. All that she has learned is knowledge passed down from the village elders and her Bard father (and his trusty band of Bard friends). Her mother has taught her botany and how to care for smaller creatures and gave her a white Ferret named Vani for her 15th nameday.

Intelligence: She is a fairly decent problem solver but is terrible when it comes to arithmetic. One pro is that she’s open to learning anything, a con is that she has to try extra hard when learning if it’s not something she has engaged with before.

Self-esteem: Kadenza’s self esteem was decent, she was always proud of her accomplishments and reflected on her failures. However there was a major shift in her self reflection and esteem when she was realized as the Warrior of Light. Due to this she suffers from a case of imposter syndrome more often than not. She has been doing her best to cope and get back to herself before that acknowledgment. 

Hobbies: She enjoys logging different plants she’s found on her adventures across Eorzea, it’s one of the things that brings her comfort and reminds her of home. She’s often creating different flower arrangements and decorating her home with the final products. Although not the best at it, she joined the Fisher’s Guild so she could learn how to fish and does it recreationally with her brother Ty’rion when they’re catching up.

Skills/talents: Singing and dancing are among some of Kadenza’s best talents. She had been taught so many folk songs from village elders and her father that these talents ended up becoming second nature to her. She loves playing her crudely crafted ocarina and harp. Due to how often she sang and danced around the village with her little harp in hand she had been given the nickname “Chirrup”, referring to how she fluttered about the village like a little canary.

Loves: Very cliche but she loves chocobos and moogles. Her love for moogles from childhood when she was saved by a moogle that led her to Moghome. And her love for chocobos? She loves the way they “kweh” and how fluffy they are. From scattered pieces of her childhood in Sharlayan, she remembers her family herding and training them so the fondness has just been a part of her life.

Morals/Virtues: Her morals are steeped in never compromising herself or allies to achieve her goals. She never wants anyone to doubt her intentions and will be honest when she feels at odds with certain decisions.Her family has ingrained to her that her bonds and connections to everyone is what strengthens her and she must not forget all those who work alongside her. These morals are what keep her from completely closing off others.

Phobias/Fears: 

Fear: The biggest fear Kadenza faces is loss due to not being strong enough to save others. Although she knows she can’t protect everyone, it scares her when she can’t save as many as possible… even at the expense of her own livelihood.

Phobias: She thinks bog yarzon are the worst creatures she’s ever encountered and visibly shiver whenever encountering one. On her first venture when she ran into one she nearly dropped her bow. She also has thalassophobia and has to meditate before diving into deep bodies of water. She was stressed the hell out when she had to swim the Ruby Sea.

Angered by: Hypocrisy and two-faced people are the things that sets her off completely.

Pet peeves: Obnoxiously loud sounds, when people blow her off or speak rudely but then act nice when they realize who she is, when she’s expected to do everything 

Obsessed with: Obsessed with chrysanthemums ever since she was a child and learned botany from her mother, Lucienne. They would often make flower crowns and bouquets together. Every year she waits for late Summer and Autumn to come around so she can go visit the chrysanthemum field near her village

Routines: She doesn’t really have a routine besides harvesting in the early hours of the day and late evenings when she is not on official duty. She goes about her days leisurely when she’s not adventuring.

Bad habits: 

She has a hard time saying no to others and can get into tight situations because of it. 

Holding in her emotions, even when they’re justified, until she explodes.

Shouldering burdens for others until the point of emotions;/mental fatigue.

Desires: Her biggest desire is to overcome her imposter syndrome and to fulfill her role as Hydaelyn’s Chosen on her own terms. She detests being seen as a weapon and wants to be acknowledged as a capable person who worked their way up to being as strong as she is and not because it was a fate destined by a God.

Flaws: 

Blaming herself for others being harmed due to their association with her

Letting her priorities overwhelm her

Shutting herself off from others when under pressure

Quirks: Kadenza likes to talk to the elemental sprites and refuses to kill/hunt them unless necessary. Talking to her furry companions like they're actual people is another trait she has and has been caught on many occasions having “conversations” with her chocobo, Lavitz. She’s lived in the Twelveswood with so much nature surrounding her, she has always been more in tuned with creatures and sprites. She also wrestles with Torgal when no one’s around to stimulate the pup and build their bond.

Favorite sayings: “Time is the longest distance between two places.”

Secrets: When faced with her own mortality, she begrudged Hydaelyn for pushing her so far but was instantly regretful. That night she stayed locked in her room praying to the Goddess and sobbing at her moment of weakness.

Regrets: She regrets that she never confessed her love for Haurchefant before he sacrificed himself for her. Her heart clenches every time she remembers holding his bloody hand as he passed away in Aymeric's arms.

Accomplishments: Kadenza has an extensive list of accomplishments as Warrior of Light, but a personal accomplishment she acknowledges is carrying on her father’s legacy as a Bard. She always comes home to her mother and father recounting the tales of her journey through song. Her village looks to her as their precious jewel.

Memories: She remembers her sister, Kara. Never once forgetting her face or cries when she was captured. It’s been so many years, she can’t even remember her bio parents that well but she remembers Kara as clear as day. It’s a haunting memory and she longed to be reunited with her. 

Other notes: Kadenza and Kara were reunited during the Dragonsong War, where she learned that Kara had been watching over her since the moment she came to Dravania. Kadenza had learned that Kara had been shipped away to Kugane and was nearly sold as a child bride but was liberated by an Au’ran tribe who took her in as her own. Kara had later been betrothed to the son of a renowned Au’ran Warrior within the tribe. She became the matriarch of the family and constantly returned to Dravania to look for traces of Kadenza’s survival. Her appearance came during the invasion of the Holy See where she fought side by side with Kadenza to bring down Nidhogg and his fleet of wyrms.

𝒞𝑜𝓂𝓂𝓊𝓃𝒾𝒸𝒶𝓉𝒾𝑜𝓃

Languages known: Although her first language was the Common Language, it was quickly forgotten when she was taken in by her adoptive Elezen family. Elezen became her most fluently spoken language to the point that whenever she speaks the Common Language she has a heavy accent. She is constantly learning Amalj’aan and Sylphic and with the reunion with her sister she’s learning bits and pieces of Au’ran language. She prefers Elezen because it comes more naturally to her and constantly gets confused by certain Hyuran terminology to the point that Thancred pokes fun at her in mock disbelief. She usually has to look to the twins or Urianger to explain (in Elezen) certain sayings in the Common Language.

Preferred communication methods: Speaking and through Epics

Accent: To other races she has the Elezen accent but within the Elezen hierarchy, she sounds a bit unrefined since she grew up in a village. Many scattered Elezen villages share a certain way of speech distinct from City-State Elezen so they are able to identify she’s from a village.

Style and pacing of speech: Her style of speech sounds elegant and concise. She speaks a bit with a drawl but most people think it's charming.

Pitch/tone: She has a warm tone for being so small. It’s neither high nor low.

Laughter: Her laughter is actually deeper than her voice. It’s huskier and radiates warmth like a single ember in a fireplace. Many people say it feels comforting hearing her laugh and usually makes others smile.

Smile: Her smile radiates from her eyes normally but it’s wide and cheerful when she’s singing and dancing. That’s where her smile is the most genuine.

Use of gestures: She usually gestures more when she’s trying to figure out the proper way to say a phrase in the Common Language. Usually scratching her head or rubbing a hand on her cheek when she’s thinking how to express her words.

Facial expressions: Much of her emotions are displayed and noticed through her eyes first. She’s fairly expressive when her emotions are high.

Verbal expressions: She’s known for audible gasps when shocked or sighs when deep in thought.

𝒮𝓉𝓇𝑒𝓃𝑔𝓉𝒽𝓈, 𝒲𝑒𝒶𝓀𝓃𝑒𝓈𝓈𝑒𝓈, 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝒜𝒷𝒾𝓁𝒾𝓉𝒾𝑒𝓈

Physical strengths: She has excellent stability, focus, and hand eye coordination. Balancing and having a sturdy core is another strength of hers. In order to wield a bow, she was put through tough trials by her father.

Physical weaknesses: She developed a mild case of insomnia when her soul was 8 times rejoined. Many of her dreams consist of lives from the other souls merged with her but her most vivid ones come from Ardbert.

Intellectual strengths: She is wildly creative and enjoys learning about new instruments from other cultures. 

Intellectual weaknesses: Arithmetic is a struggle for her and she leaves it to Tataru to handle the numbers side of things.

Interpersonal strengths: Kadenza shows empathy even to those who, in the eyes of others, don't deserve it. She often thinks how she’s not so different from her adversaries who also believe their causes are noble.

Interpersonal weaknesses: She easily internalizes all of her negative emotions and takes on the emotions of others too. She often overwhelms herself and has to step away to recenter.

Physical abilities: She’s a master bowman and never misses a target due to how well her focus and concentration are.

Magical abilities: Her magical abilities work in tandem with healers and tanks. With either the strum of her harp or the whistle of her ocarina she can remove ailments during battle and create strengthening buffs for herself and allies. 

Physical illnesses/conditions: NA

Mental illnesses/conditions: 

She has imposter syndrome and depression due to being Hydaelyn’s Champion, and having to be the bearer of all burdens of the realm and its citizens.

Her PTSD comes from the death of Haurchefant taking a strike meant for her, and only worsens the more she is sent to the front lines of war.

𝑅𝑒𝓁𝒶𝓉𝒾𝑜𝓃𝓈𝒽𝒾𝓅𝓈

Partner(s)/Significant other(s): Aymeric de Borel

Lover(s): Haurchefant (relationship unconfirmed; deceased)

Parents/Guardians: 

Lucienne Amadea-Leonis (adoptive mother)

Yves Amadea-Leonis (adoptive father)

Children: NA

Grandparents: She considers the elders of her village to be her grandparents and only refers to them in endearing terms due to how close their small village is.

Grandchildren: NA

Family:

Kara Valdisdottir (biological sister)

Ty'rion Amadea-Leonis (adoptive brother)

 Lucienne and Yves Amadea-Leonis (adoptive parents)

Amitra (dragon)  - Amitra is not exactly her family but a dragon bond she formed during the Dragonsong War when the Ishgardians made peace with the Dragons. Midgarsommar blessed the bond and charged Amitra with being Kadenza’s guardian.

Pets: 

Vani (white ferret)

Lavitz (chocobo companion)

Torgal (wolf)

Best friends: Alphinaud and Alisaie, Tataru, Svea and Aatos, Kys'eel Eralis, Contessa Scientia

Friends: G’raha Tia, Estinien, Ysayle (deceased), Atoirel and Emmanellain, Moenbryda (deceased), Krile, Riol, Zero, Erenvile

Rivals: Silvairee of the Archer’s Guild

Enemies: Zenos yae Galvus and Lahabrea

Colleagues: Members of the Scions, Soldiers of the Twin Adder, Members of Haus de Leonis

Mentors/Teachers: Jehantel Fointeaume & Midgarsommar

Idols/Role models: She looks up to her father Yves. To her, he is the greatest man she’s ever known.

Followers: Alphinaud, Alisaie, G’raha Tia, and her Squadron

Public perception of them: She is hailed as the Realm’s Hero, Hydaelyn’s Chosen, and Feller of Gods

𝒞𝒽𝒶𝓇𝒶𝒸𝓉𝑒𝓇 𝒢𝓇𝑜𝓌𝓉𝒽

Character archetype: The Seeker "The Seeker is a force to be reckoned with. This archetype embodies the inner rugged individual who is willing to brave loneliness and isolation in pursuit of new paths"

Character arc: Merging souls with Ardbert has helped her in realizing that she is not alone and that through it all there is always someone standing beside her. Although she is still plagued by mental and emotional anguishes, she’s learning to open her heart more. Not to mention how moved she was at Alisaie’s outburst, she knew then that there were people who cared about her regardless of the fact that she is Hydaelyn’s Champion. Alphinaud and Alisaie choosing to walk beside her along with Ardbert had been what she needed for so long, as she only felt that most interest in her was as nothing but a weapon sharpened for war.

Core values: Remaining as true to herself as possible and shaping her own future the way she sees fit.

Internal conflicts: Allowing herself to be more vulnerable and asking for help when she falters

External conflicts: She struggles with everyone’s over reliance on her and still trying to find balance while not breaking under pressure.

Goals: She’s unsure of her goal right now as she’s constantly pulled in many directions, but she knows that she wants to bring harmony and peace to the realm.

Motivations: Protecting the ones she loves is her motivation and knowing that she is the only one who can do it.

[dayfaresthenight]

Jackie's Bio!!!

(TWs for disassociation, Substance abuse, suicide, and allusions, but no explicit mentions of NSFW topics.) Blue is Jackie, Black is Me.)

Name: Jackie!!!

Alt Names: Moriarty!!! (Aculia)

Special Titles: The Grand Archmage, The Mage In The Tower, the Woman behind the curtain, the heroine of Archalia!

Username: JackieMoriarty111

Nicknames: Jack, "That bitch.".

Chronological Age: 18 Physically. Timeloops have distorted her mind, lost track of the plot a whiles ago.

Age: 20 (I stopped aging when I finished the story!)

Pronouns: Any/All, IDC honestly!!! Lean more feminine though.

Sexuality: Pansexual

Gender: Cisgender

Species: 100% Human!~

Disorders: None!!! (Bipolar Depression, C-PTSD, Generalized Anxiety, Impostor Syndrome, Pathological Lying, Hypersexuality)

Physical Disabilities: None!!! (Underweight, Chronic Pain in Right Arm, Poor Vision)

Active Addictions: I dunno! I'm willing to try about anything, but I wouldn't call myself addicted to it. (She gets addicted very easily.)

Religion: God is just a fancy word for "OP."

Job: Scholar, Mage Tutor, Super Evil World destoryer

Major: Arcane Studies! (Never got to finish it.)

Lives in: My cool tower!!!

Languages: English, Angelic, Demonic, Feyish, uuuuuuh, a few ciphers… know I'm forgetting something… Oh yes, French!

Height: 5'2

Regular: Caucasian Human

Accent: Like one of those really loud annoying anime dub girl voices!!! (A somewhat soft English accent, when she isn't faking it.)

Powers: Astral Projection, Time Manipulation, Puppetering, Elemental Magic, Character Creation, Illusions, Alchemy… A few other things too, but why would I tell everything to you?

Weaknesses: None!!! I'm too strong!!! (Her old memories, warding seals, emotionally stable people.)

Weapons: None! (Because she stinks at physical combat.) (NO, I DON'T!!!!)

Wands: Uhhh, which do you need? I have a lot of them.

Alignment: Chaotic Good (formerly Lawful Good.)

Text Color: BLUE!!!

Main Hobbies: I like learning about new magic, long walks on the beach, puppeteering, traveling to new worlds, and alchemy! Sometimes I'll even dress up as NPCs in worlds and pretend to be a regular person.

Favorite Food: Donuts!

Favorite Flower: Roses (…)

Scent: Smells like Grapes! And maybe a little bit of Ash too…

Handedness: Right!

Blood Color: Red! Duuuh.

Awareness: VERY AWARE!!! AND ITS VERY VERY VERY POSITIVE ON ME!!! (Effect: Very Negative.)

Birthday: JUNE 21ST! Theme:

Playlist:

Fun Facts: People make up all kinds of lies about me all the time; don't listen to them. (Refuses to acknowledge anything past a certain point in her life.)

Special Interests: Magic, Chess, High Fantasy, Writing

Stims: jumping up in the air, screaming, twisting

Stimboard: Maaaaybe

Moodboard: ^

Fashion Board: ^ Comfort Objects: None! (Her Favorite Staff: Aculia.)

Family: Doesn't matter!!! They are all long gone anyway.

Friends: Doesn't matter!!!!

Romance: Idk if she'd put it in the same catagory, but Are Yoru and I get along a lot!!!

Enemies: I think about 50% of the universe are my enemies right now. I dunno how I'm not dead yet, honestly.

Brief Personality: OH!!! IM SUPER FUN TO BE AROUND!!! That's literally all you need to know!!!

Jack is a very emotionally unstable person. Most of the time, they act extremely chipper, happy, and "Extra," putting on an over-exaggerated persona. However, the moment things don't go their way, they can snap on a twig—turning into a rather nasty and unstable individual.)

Jack is extremely manipulative, and almost everything they say tends to be a lie or an attempt to further some kind of agenda. (Treat every single one of their words like it's prime cut Grade-A bullshit.)

Jack is an extremely lonely person as a result, as much as they try to deny it. There is a deep void in them that they are trying to fill with anything they can possibly think of, often leading to them burning any and all bridges they can make.

(Some part of her wishes someone would just finally snap and get rid of the problem.)

Brief Backstory:

Nope!

Aculia comes from a storybook called "Tales of Archalia," written by a man named Daniel Crane. It was a tale as old as time—The Evil Witch Jackelyn had captured the rulers of the world, planning on destroying it. She had to go through many different twists and challenges. Blah blah blah, you know the story by now.

With her and her three friends, she had ventured to the top of the tower and done it. They had bested the witch; they had saved the day! And so everyone lived happily forever after…

But, over time, Aculia began to become… bothered. She noticed things didn't change any more. The same people with the same routines, the same dialogue, and even the same patterns every day.

It started off small. Her being less polite to people or ignoring her party members coming to visit. This caused a change. Almost as if the world itself was forced to, people began to act differently. The pre-set patterns they had gone under altered. Finally, after weeks, something new…!

That was the key. She just had to try different things, and everything would be peachy! They'd get back to their grand old adventures, and she would stop being so… bored.

What turned into a few small stunts here or there quickly turned into bad habits—using Alchemy to create hard substances, indulging in the unspoken pleasures of life, and whatnot, and so forth. This sudden change in personality deeply worried her friends, who attempted to comfort her.

For some reason though, their words rang more… hollow than usual, though. She couldn't quite put why, but something just didn't feel right about this place anymore. It felt too happy, too colorful—too cheerful. So... Fake...?

...

"Aculia, look—I know you don't want to talk right now, but… we were really worried about you. #u*#$ Said he found you passed out at the tavern the other day."

"Yeah!!! I don't know what's gotten into you recently, but knock it off. Your really freaking us out!!!"

"If something is troubling your heart, please tell us. We are always here for you."

"Please… were really… really scared… talk to us… please talk to us."

"I said I don't want to talk."

"Aculia, please-"

She-

"I SAID, I DON'T WANT TO TALK!!!"

…I ran away after that. My mind was in such a haze that I didn't know what to do. I hadn't known what to do for months now. It was just always the same until I did something bad, then it would change again.

I stumbled towards the old tower and began to walk around it. It was empty, empty as always. All that remained was the witch's old staff. I picked it up and examined it…

A scroll compartment??? I wonder what she kept in it.

i- no- i- this has to be a lie. but, its- how would she know that info about me- why is it all just there... nonono please

please

she couldn't of been- no she couldn't of been telling the truth

NO, NO, NO, NO, NO! I REFUSE I REFUSE I RE-

That's when I realized. No wonder it all felt fake. Because it was fake! Everything around me was always fake. It was just someone's writing, and that person had left me to rot at a dead end. No actual conclusion or anything; nothing for me to go forward to. Just… THE END! He left me to ROT!!!!

Well, you thought I was going to take that one lying down? Nope! Nope, NOPE! I didn't! I broke out of that prison, and all it cost me was everyone I ever cared about. A small price to pay. That witch was right in the end; I did need to destroy the world to be free!

And when I finally got out, I discovered something incredible!!! So many worlds, so many people to help liberate. So many are doomed to their fixed fates in the narrative. I knew that I could help them—if I just took the strings and pulled them in their favor, things would change!

As long as I keep on trying to make things change, one day I'll feel happy! I mean, I'm already happy, but one day, I'll

I'll- YEAH! Anyways, eventually, I found the guy who had left me to rot. I gave him a book that let him see the truth, and then proceeded to trap him in it. He thinks he's free, but I'm the one in control for once!

Thats right, I won! I have all the cards in my hands! ME! I am the one on the stage! I'm not lonely! I'm happy! I'm GREAT! I'm fantastic! I'm-

I-

Why do I still feel so empty…?

And so she drifts throughout the universe, searching for more people to "free." But in the end, is freedom really worth it when there is nothing to enjoy?

I suppose that is a question for you to ask yourself, dear reader.

[fenmere]

Now Hiring a Sensitivity Reader

So.

We would like to hire a sensitivity reader for the Black characters in our stories.

Since our latest books take place at least part of the time on Earth, our cast for these novels has some diversity that we want to represent well. The ethnicities of background characters are left up to interpretation, but the leads and supporting cast are at least partially described.

We intend to compensate whoever volunteers to work as a sensitivity reader with at least $100 up front per manuscript. We're very limited in income, receiving it as gifts monthly from family and friends, but if you need more than that for the potentially painful but much appreciated effort, we can probably do some kind of payment plan for a while. Do not hesitate to name your price.

If you are qualified and even just want to know more about the characters in question and their roles in the story before offering to do this work, please send us a DM if you don't want to comment here.

At the very least:

The stories are written in first and third person perspective of the headmates of a system whose body/vessel is white, like us. They have a best friend, who is also a system, named Erik, and his boyfriend named Beau, and both are Black. Whether Erik considers the narrator and their system to be one of his best friends is up for discussion. Our goal over the whole series is for Erik and Beau to be an example of a kind of success and to be people the readers can at least root for and feel good for on their own merit, but they also do alternately serve as either a (not "the", "a") driving and critiquing perspective to what the narrators are thinking and doing (switching depending on individual character's moods, and what the scene calls for).

There is one scene where Erik vents about code switching for his various identities and affinities in his support network and family.

Beau mostly shows up later in the first book, and then is there for most of books two and three. He shows some demonstrative passion and frustration in book two.

Other than these two scenes, we do go pretty light on their ethnic backgrounds so far and focus more on what they share in common with the narrators.

Erik and Beau might not get enough page time as it is. It might be too stereotyped. We don't know, and we are eager to shape their stories to be better.

We haven't started writing the third book yet, and are still deciding on just how its plot will evolve, but we are planning on a full half of the pages dedicated to following them as they sail around the world on their own separate story arc. A parallel plot to what the narrator is dealing with at home. If you'd like to give us direct suggestions for that before we start writing it, we can also negotiate rates for that, too.

We are planning on submitting these books to a small traditional publisher, so we might make a little bit of money back on them, but if the publisher turns them down we will self-publish and offer the books for free on our website. We want them to be the best we can craft either way, so our offer for paying you is NOT contingent on that.

The books are first and foremost about being plural, from small to enormously large systems. They are also science fiction mixed with a bit of modern fantasy.

Other subject matter includes: possession, psychosis, fictives, skepticism, disabilities, chronic illness, unexpected violence (including abduction), PTSD, worrying about bigotry, encountering bigotry, found family, questioning reality, telekinesis, astral projection, fear of homelessness, and a short, harsh critique of Terry Gilliam.

Second and third books need a bit more content warning than that.

[romaritimeharbor]

(me when i'm trying to ask from my @selkies-and-cycles writing acc but tumblr is fucky. anyway...) thinking about astral express found family. especially about dad/uncle welt. everyone falling asleep in a big pile on the parlor express couches after welt projected some of his show. thinking about being protected by them unconditionally. thinking about being gifted little trinkets and baubles when not on the mission. thinking about platonic sibling snuggles and breakfasts with the crew. thinking about being disabled and w/ chronic pain like welt and having pom pom check for any dietary restrictions and march setting up hot baths for the aches and nobody minding about having to bring things over.

(holds them gently...)

YOU!!!!!!! I FORGOT ABOUT THAT BLOG...... i saw your pompom post. maji i am going to find you. Maji. What The Fuck. do not hurt my pompom like that EVER AGAIN. 💥💥💥💥💥💥 /lh

THIS IS SO REAL :((((( they are such a found family. hndvdbdgsbdgsbvs. they would be such a good found family to be a part of, too. they care about one another so much and it's so devastating. i am so not okay about them.

[snowymuses]

Name: Ysayle Dangoulain Alias:: Lady Iceheart, Shiva Species: Elezen Height: 6’3 Age: 24 Birthday: First Umbral Moon, 17 (2/19) Gender: Female Orientation: Demisexual Hometown: Falcon's Nest/Tailfeather Occupation: Leader of the Heretic Group

Physical appearance:

Ysayle is an Elezen woman with pale skin, long flowing gray hair, icy blue eyes, and pale blue lips. Unlike the other heretics, she wears a blue jacket with a skirt. This does not change unless she transforms into Shiva or is given other clothing.

Personality:

Ysayle is devoted to her cause in ending the Dragonsong War, going so far as to take the lives of innocents for her goal. Although she is fervent on her ways she is not afraid to learn the truth, and will not back down from her decisions. Though Ysayle at first appears to be the zealous leader of the Ishgardian Heretics that the Holy See branded her as, she only desired to end the Dragonsong War and unite dragon and man in peace. Disdain for the orthodox leadership for propagating a lies to the people, Ysayle is not someone who wants total destruction. She only seeks the truth to be revealed and peace be restored between man and dragon.

Her role as the leader of the Heretics shrouds a lonely soul, as after losing her family and people in an avalanche, Ysayle desired only for the warmth of companionship.

As an idealist for peace and for Ishgard to answer for their crimes against dragonkind, Ysayle often gets into arguments with those who prefer to make war upon their foes.

Originally, Ysayle possessed a deep faith in Saint Shiva, revering her for her sacrifice in bringing peace between Man and Dragon. She even believed herself to be the reincarnation of the woman. Even after her faith is shattered, Ysayle believes that man and dragon can live in peace again.

Story:

Ysayle manifested the Echo at young age. While frightened of seeing visions of a woman and dragons, the Seventh Umbral Era buried her hometown of Falcon's Nest and Ysayle's people sought refuge in Ishgard. They were turned down and everyone Ysayle knew and loved died in an avalanche. She went to Dravania where she met the dragon from her visions, Hraesvelgr, before meeting Marcechamp and making her home in Tailfeather.

Ysayle learned of the nature of her visions as she resolved to restore the peace between her people and the dragons so no child would suffer as she did. Under the name of Lady Iceheart, she gained a following of heretics dedicated to Saint Shiva that became active throughout Coerthas during the Seventh Astral Era. She lead the heretics—those who have pledged their allegiance to the dragons. Denouncing the teachings of the Holy See, she means to end the Dragonsong War. Like the adventurer, she is one of Hydaelyn's chosen.

While rarely appearing, Ysayle makes her presence known when she has the heretics waylaid shipments of crystals, with Alphinaud Leveilleur learning her plan to summon Saint Shiva as a primal, and alerts the Scions of the Seventh Dawn. With the new crisis, the Scions and Crystal Braves join the Temple Knights in infiltrating the Harriers den around Snowcloak.

After encountering the Warrior of Light, Ysayle introduces herself, she states her intention to end the Dragonsong War. Disabled her destination aetheryte, she proceeds to Akh Afah Amphitheatre. Believing she is summoning Saint Shiva's spirit, Ysayle transforms into the primal Shiva. After forced back to her original form, Ysayle condemns the Warrior of Light as a blind fool like those in Ishgard. However, she imparts that she and the Warrior are the same, as they both have “Mother’s (Hydaelyn) gift.”

Ysayle reappears when she and her harriers break the outermost ward of Daniffen's Collar at the Gates of Judgement, but escape when Nidhogg attacks. Ysayle confronts the Warrior of Light at Coerthas Western Highlands and Midgardsormr appears before her, much to her surprise. He tells her that while their goals are the same, their paths are different, and reveals he knows she possesses the echo. She regrets the loss of innocent life in her last attack, having underestimated the rancor in the hearts of the dragons. Ysayle explains the story of the Dragonsong War to the Warrior of Light and why she wants to end it before taking her leave.

In a plan to travel in hope of trying to resolve the matters between Ishgard and Dravania peacefully, Ysayle reveals the story of Saint Shiva and Hraesvelgr and two-hundred long peace that was broken by King Thordan, and that Nidhogg's stolen eye is the cause of the war. Estinien reveals to her the true reason not being just his eye, and Ysayle agrees to take them to Churning Mists where Hraesvelgr has sequestered himself.

Finding their path blocked until the voracious Gnath and their primal god, Ravana, are dealt with, Ysayle accompanies the Warrior of Light and challenges him to a duel to have him order the Gnath to halt their campaign. When Ravana accepts, Ysayle assumes her primal form to engage him in combat. She overestimates her strength and is defeated. Though the Warrior of Light is victorious, her confidence is shaken. The party heads to Sohm Al, regrettably being forced to kill Nidhogg's mate Tioman along the way.

Arriving in the Churning Mists, they find Hraesvelgr who refuses to aid them as Nidhogg's fury will never be sated until every Ishgardian is either dead or converted into a dragon. Though Ysayle attempts to persuade Hraesvelgr by claiming that she is the soul of Shiva reborn, Hraesvelgr laughs off her delusion and reveals the "Shiva" whose form she assumed was nothing more than "a deity of [her] own making." This shatters Ysayle's faith, and she remains behind while the Warrior of Light and Estinien travel to The Aery to confront Nidhogg.

After defeating Nidhogg, the party returns to Hraesvelgr with Ysayle learning the dragon gave his eye to his brother to have his war. Wrecked by this further betrayal, and unable to understand Hraesvelgr's emotions on the subject, Ysayle condemns the dragon for his actions before he orders her to leave while the influence of Shiva's soul allows him to show mercy. Accompanying the Warrior of Light to Ishgard, Ysayle talks the heretics into falling back by revealing Nidhogg's death and the time for the peace they fought for has come.

Having made her peace with Hraesvelgr before he is alerted by Estinien's use of the Eye of Nidhogg, Ysayle rides on the greatwyrm's back to aid the Enterprise when it comes under assault by the Garlean airship Gration. Intent to atone for spilling blood in the name of a "false cause", Ysayle jumps off Hraesvelgr and transforms into Shiva a final time to assault the Gration with Hraesvelgr's dragons as her support. Though she disables the Garlean airship enough for them to stop their pursuit of the Enterprise while her aides are destroyed, Ysayle is blasted out of the sky by cannonfire and falls while reverting to her original form. Dying, she broke up into a luminous, blue aether that spills into the heavens.

When the Warrior of Light and Alphinaud attempt to wrest the eyes of Nidhogg from the armor of Estinien to separate him from the wyrm, a noncorporeal being in the form of Ysayle lays their hand upon Alphinaud's own. The eyes are removed from the armor, presumably with the aid of Ysayle and Haurchefant.

However, due to the souls resonating with the Warrior of Light and the desire to repent for their failings, Hydaelyn gave Ysayle a second chance at life.

Condensing her aether from the Lifestream in a similar manner of that to a primal, Ysayle awoke once more within Dravania, confused and surprised that she could exist. Barely remembering helping the Warrior of Light with the eyes of Nidhogg, it was through her influence that the remaining heretics in the Forelands were sent to Ishgard to lend a hand in the Restoration.

She typically remains in the icy tundra, seeking out other ways to maintain peace, disguising herself when she visits Ishgard.

[thecandywrites]

Monster March 2023- Day 30 Slimeperson/ Symbiote Part 3

Diamond Dust

Thank you @borealwrites for your patience as I try to chug along with Monster March...three months after it's over, and that's after I have had since January to work on it.

Part 3

Diamond Dust

But unfortunately, he didn’t get to rest for long before the people he consumed were soon missed and the police were called to investigate the missing people. And the police soon knocked on Allison’s door and woke her up practically in the predawn hours. 

“What the hell?” Allison groaned. 

“I got this.” Astral said as Allison watched as the galaxy slime moved from her back to Corey’s chest and Corey, now looking much more like Corey, except his eyes got up, got dressed and walked to the door while Allison slipped out of bed and put on a new nightgown and checked on her still sleeping children to make sure they hadn’t been woken up or disturbed. 

“Sorry for disturbing you sir, but we’re responding to multiple missing person’s reports. Have you heard or seen anything suspicious?” The cop asked as Allison crept closer to the door, unseen by the cops at the door. 

“Actually yeah, I saw the group of college kids in one of the rooms farther down the hall, I don’t know which one for sure yesterday, but it sounded like they must have had a party or had at least several guests and had a really loud party last night, it kept me and my family up most of the night, but after I think 2 or 3 in the morning, me and several others all threatened to call you if they kept at it and they said they would take their party elsewhere. But by that point, my wife and the kids were already asleep. What do you remember last night Allie?” He asked once he turned his attention to Allison and moved to show her on the other side of the door. 

‘Please agree with me and add a plausible detail.’ Astral pleaded with Allison. 

“Yes, God awful racket, our kids practically had to pile in with us in our bedroom as we had to put ear plugs in their little ears so they could sleep.” Allison added as convincingly as she could. 

“Could you describe the people that you saw inside?” The officer asked Astral. 

“Yes, there was…” He began to describe who he had consumed and how some of the others insisted they were going to go elsewhere for accommodations as well as add in a few details about drinking and drug use, all while he snuck a piece of himself into the room to change the items in the other rooms to collaborate with his story before the police could go into the rooms and investigate themselves since they were only going to door to door and had not gotten access to the other rooms yet as he made sure to disable any security feeds when he couldn’t alter them when they would look at any footage caught on camera. 

“Wow, that’s quite the memory.” The cop praised as he wrote down every detail out of Astral’s mouth as Allison vaguely got a sense that such a thing may have happened, but she was sleeping too deeply to notice or wake up. 

“Can I get your phone number if you remember anything else?” The officer asked before Astral gave him the number to Corey’s phone. 

“Thank you, I wish every person was as helpful as you’ve been.” The cop praised- before they left. 

“Thanks, good luck finding them.” Allison offered before she helped close the door. 

“What really happened? Because I don’t remember any of that. I remember seeing that group earlier in the week when we were checking in and they had been playing loud music throughout the week, but that’s all, they’ve always come back to the room about this time, they party elsewhere because partying like that is forbidden in this complex, that’s why Corey and I brought the kids to this particular condo complex. What really happened and why did you have me lie to the cops?” Allie whispered worriedly as she brought him into the closest bathroom. 

“Because telling the cops that you were having sex with an alien from outer space and doing so- so loudly and so intensely that you had no clue what was happening outside of our bedroom is a lot less believable than the little white lie we just told. But yes, they did make an awful racket last night after we initially fell asleep, and if it hadn’t been for me keeping you and the kids peacefully asleep, you would have been disturbed like everyone else was.” Astral explained. 

“Oh, well, ok, true. So everything else you told them was the truth?” She asked. 

“Yes.” Astral lied. 

“Ok. But why do I get the sense I wore you out so much, you got really…like really hungry? But you’re full now. Did you…? Did you eat anyone last night?” She asked. 

“Ok, yes, I ate several rapists and four drug dealers, three thieves from drug addiction and a few murderers and others who had pedophilia leanings. If I do eat other people, I have very specific tastes and I was only eating them, 1- I was starving, 2, I was trying to keep you and the kids safe from them if they would ever pose a potential threat to you or the kids, that’s all.” Astral told her in a half truth. 

“Oh, well in that case, eat away, I can’t have by best symbiote getting too hungry from wearing him out too much.” Allison urged him as she held his handsome face between her hands and kissed him sweetly and affectionately. 

“Wait, what? You’re…you’re ok with me…eating others?” He asked her in surprise. 

“Yes, if they’re bad people who hurt others or would hurt others, especially me or the kids, by all means. I mean, I’m guessing it takes a lot of energy to change me and then change Corey’s body to make his dissimilar enough that I don’t have a subconscious reaction to his body, and then, well, last night was epic in every sense. And I’m sure things like that credit card you gave me or this necklace and earrings and stuff wasn’t cheap for you to make yourself. As long as you can do so painlessly and do so cleanly in such a way that it would never be traced back to you or to Cory’s body or me and the kids. I’m cool with it. You don’t need to hide eating from me, just like I don’t hide eating from you. You’re an alien, trying to survive in a deathworld and I would think that the easiest way for you to do so is consume other beings. And especially if you’re being picky and choosy about it and if you’re going to eat people, eat the worst ones first. Now, granted, long term, I don’t know how much you eat or how often you need to eat to sustain yourself in Corey’s body because as much as he insisted his body was a temple, he’s treated it like it was an amusement ride. And residing in this vessel can’t be easy for you. It’s ok. If I was ok with you killing off Corey for being a piece of shit of a human being, of course I’m cool with you eating other pieces of shit of human beings.” Allison reasoned. 

“You have never been more beautiful to me than you are right now.” Astral insisted as he immediately started making out with her and the fucked her right on that bathroom sink before putting her into the shower and fucked her more and harder, until she felt falling asleep for a few more glorious hours, until it was a good hour past breakfast and the kids woke them up from wanting to wake up on their own.

Astral offered he would take them out to breakfast so that they wouldn’t have to cook before they left and realized the cops were now in the other room still, going over the “crime scene” with a fine toothed comb. 

“Do you want to stay somewhere else? We could always just go out to breakfast and then come back and get packed up and move to another place to finish out the vacation? Or would that be too suspicious?” Allison asked Astral as they all gave the police tape a curious look as it covered the room the college punks were in. 

“Let me ask and make sure it won’t be, I’ll meet you at the SUV.” He said as he pressed his keys into her hand and went back up to the police and asked, for his kid’s safety if it was going to be ok if he and his family changed their reservations of the condo to another but would keep the officer in touch just in case he wanted to come by and ask them more questions. Which of course the officers agreed to since Corey’s body looked like the last person capable of doing much more than getting a parking ticket or maybe a speeding ticket, but not much else. 

“Wow, so much glitter, they must have had a party with some hookers, lets see if we can get any DNA.” One of them noted which stopped Astral in his tracks as he had tried to walk away. 

“Glitter?” He repeated and turned and looked back into the room and noticed, that for the first time, he was leaving a trail. Oh the ancients! And it went everywhere his slime form went as he realized his way of internalizing his excess carbon into diamonds, while the most practical because he could make a single perfect cut and polished diamond every 20lbs of excess human flesh when his form wasn’t extracting other precious minerals from the body itself. And hell, every diamond he made for himself was like his own version of storing excess fat, future fuel to be used however he needed it to be used for anything and everything. That’s why he looked like a diamond glittering sparkly slime and not pure goo in his natural state. Thankfully he was able to collect the other diamond dust by just quickly walking by and drawing it in. But he would have to watch to make sure he didn’t leave any more from now on. 

“Astral? What’s wrong? I feel panic, why are you panicking?” Allison asked once he met back up with her outside the SUV and Astral saw all the diamond dust glitter he had left all over her from having sex both last night and early this morning.

“Um, I uh, I apparently leave a trail. I just got done cleaning up the one I accidentally made last night. But uh, humans wear glitter in their makeup and other cosmetics right?” He asked as he gestured to her chest before she looked down and really noticed the super fine, subtle shimmer her skin had like she had put on body glow shimmer lotion.although her skin did feel softer than it ever had before because having him on her was like a full body scrub. 

“Oh, yeah, uh, depending on how big the particulate is, usually the cheaper the glitter, the bigger the pieces. Oh, your diamonds!” Allison gasped as her hands touched the necklace around her neck. 

“You didn’t leave diamonds like this around did you? Because if you did, that’s a problem, actual diamonds are not something humans leave behind.” Allison asked. 

“No, it just…I saw how I apprently left a trail of diamond dust and they said it was something a hooker usually does?” Astral repeated. 

“Oh! Yeah, they have been known to do that. Yeah. So are diamonds like, poop for you?” Allison asked. 

“No, diamonds are to me what excess body fat is for a human being. They’re just…like batteries. Stored power and energy in case I need it in the future.” He said.

“Ooh! Ok, well then why would you leave things like that behind? Or is it more of a humans leaving skin and hair behind everywhere they go?” Allison asked. 

“Yeah, kind of. I’ll just….I’ll just keep a closer eye on it and the only one I’ll leave any markings that I’ve been on you is by you weraing my diamonds and any other “glitter” I may leave behind when your body touches this one. And I’ll just focus on growing and combining all the diamonds. Surely you wouldn’t mind more diamond jewelry right?” Astral asked. 

“Nope, not at all. Well, as long as you can keep it tasteful, I don’t want to be so encrusted with diamonds, I look like a trashy music video vixin.” Allison suggested. 

“Ok, cool, well in that case, here, wear this and this.” Astral said before he put delicate but still impressive diamond tennis bracelets on her wrists after using whole diamonds in her before concentrating the shards and finer particulate to be like little seeds for future diamond growth. 

“I’ll need to feed again to get you a proper wedding ring, as long as you’re ok with wearing them, knowing where they come from.” He asked. 

“I don’t know how long you’ve been on Earth, but there is a reason why natural diamonds are called “blood diamonds” because it takes a lot of human life to dig the stupid things out of the earth and Corey always insisted that lab grown ones were trashy. And I always thought he was trashy for thinking that way. So honestly, I’d love to see the diamond you’d make out of Corey and his more horrible extended family members.” Allison urged with a giddy grin. 

“Damn it you can not get any more perfect.” Astral practically laughed as he kissed her again and held her close and tight and thanking the Primordials themselves for making his alleviate with the perfect moral compass for him and their union and symbiosis. 

“Breakfast, then packing and moving to another place then more sex, if you're up for it.” Astral insisted when he heard the kids start to call out to them that they were hungry before he and Allison got into the SUV. 

But his comment only made Allison laugh even harder and louder than he did.

“Sex with you? Always gonna want that. It’s out of this world amazing.” She licentiously teased with a wink and a kiss and laughed even harder when his vessel immediately got an erection. 

“Feed us people food, and then we can feed ourselves the other food later. But these kids are about to knaw their arms off.” Allison urged him before he drove them to a close but still very good breakfast joint, at least, according to the internet and the reviews. And his vessel was hungry for human food as he gorged as much as he needed to- to satisfy this vessel’s need for food for now. 

Then after that, it was a hasty retreat back to the condo to get packed up to leave to go to a new place as Astral had to split himself off to get everything and get it all cleaned up before he got them repacked in the SUV and off to the new vacation home he had bought last night. 

“Holy cow, wow. Babe you did good, this place is amazing.” Allison praised once he drove her to one of the ocean front mansions along the coast. 

“Now be careful guys, this place is like that last place, we are just staying here for a few days ok?” Allison urged her children as they came into the place and they were looking at it with awed wonder for how luxurious it was. 

“Actually…” Astral began with a wince. 

“How about you guys go pick out a bedroom ok? Daddy and I need to talk.” Allison urged her kids before she took his hand and walked out of the house and back to the SUV to get the rest of their things. 

“Astral, please tell me you didn’t kill the people that owned this house, just because I mentally said ‘I would love to live there’.” Allison begged him. 

“No, this house was actually put up on the market weeks ago, it’s a summer home for an older couple from the west coast who paid millions of dollars for this place and only came and stayed here twice before they hired someone else to take care of it and use it as an Airbnb for extra income from other millionairs. They’re fine,when we corresponded, I said that we had stayed here as guests last year, loved it so much and insisted that we needed to move in and make this our vacation home and paid a few million above asking price for the ability to move in immediately. So this is very much our house. As of last night. It was going to be a surprise tonight after dinner, but now is good of time as any I guess.” Astral reassured her. 

“Oh thank God. Thank you so much Astral. In that case, yes I love it and it’s even more awesome up close as it was from a distance. Very well done.” Allison exclaimed in relief and praised brightly. 

“Ok, in that case, we need to go grocery shopping again huh? Because we totally trashed our last set of groceries trying to get out of the last place.” She urged him. 

“Do you want to prolong the vacation and stay down here longer? Or did you want to go back when Corey and yourself had previously planned?” Astral asked. 

“Oh, that’s up to you. We were only down here for bike week because Corey wanted to get into motorcycles. As if he needed another way to pick up sluts. He was complaining how “restrictive” being married and having a family was and how that was…” Allison began to rant. 

“Cramping his lack of style, yeah, I got it. Gosh I can’t wait to turn this turd into the best diamond possible for you.” He finished for her. 

“Yeah, we have little ones Astral. My mom was a nurse for 30 years, she always called bikers walking organ donors. And as much as I understand the idealization, I don’t want to lose you to something like that.” Allison pleaded. 

“Absolutely. I completely understand. If we ever decide to get a motorcycle, it will be a purchase we both agree on and we will do so as safely as possible. But yes, I agree, our priorities are our family and especially the kids, nothing else matters.” Astral readily agreed. 

“Thank you.” Allison cooed as she grabbed his face and kissed him again as the kiss morphed from one of sweetness back to burning desire and desperation again. 

“Ok, get unpacked, unpacked.” Allison tried to remind them after making out again in the driveway for a few moments as she tried not to give into the urge to just fuck him right there in the driveway. Surely this place would have an amazing bed for her to do such things on. 

“Your GPS in the kids will keep them occupied and safe for a bit right?” She asked breathlessly once she managed to break their kiss to catch her breath. 

“Yeah, got it.” He readily agreed as he practically picked her up and practically slicked her all the way to the master bedroom, leaving a trail of diamond dust in his wake as he did so and used his lodestars in the kids to direct them to the kids rooms where a plethora of toys were waiting for them to play with. 

All while he and Allie “christened” this new vacation house properly. 

“I’m never going to get tired of this, sex with you is better than any drug on Earth.” Allison praised as she continued to bask in the afterglow, smiling appreciatively at the delicate and super fine diamond sparkle on her skin, knowing it was purely Astral, leaving his “mark” on her, the same way a hickey would. But in a much prettier way and one that she found she rather loved because of what it meant and represented as she noticed that with every round of sex, it somehow, got almost insanely good. Like, she had no idea how sex with Astral could get better or possibly improve, but somehow, Astral made that happen. Every orgasm the best one of her life, every part of her, drenched in euphoria and sweet relief and feeling better than she did before and her pleasure so intense she almost felt like it was on the verge of being too much of a good thing could possibly go bad, but she didn’t want to ever stop or slow down the frequency either. 

Once they were finally sated and they got redressed, Astral had to take his form’s hand to reach out and pick it up again, damning his one track mind with having the best sex in his life with his alleviator and missing the point of not leaving a trail behind again because he could not afford to get sloppy. Not with his alleviator and not with his family. 

They went grocery shopping after they got lunch and instead of going out to dinner, were able to make dinner for themselves at their new vacation home, that was fully furnished and now fully stocked. It was the best family meal they had ever had. Because they all worked together to make it and enjoy it and they got to talk about when and how to dispose of Corey and how much longer they were going to be on vacation for and once it was decided, they did just that while Astral, using Corey’s form called everyone who had ever made Allison’s life difficult together, so that he could deal with them in one, beautifully orchestrated stroke of genius. 

[britcision]

How the partner and I make new NPCs:

Him: so I need a guy to do x for my character’s backstory

Me: excellent yes let’s make a guy

Him: let’s put a Tragic Backstory in the soup

Me: of course of course! And let’s make him just. Nice. Just a cheerful, friendly guy who goes just a bit… absent when it comes up, cuz it’s been so long he doesn’t quite remember

Him: nicer if he thinks it’ll piss you off. Dead family?

Me: fridged family, for sure. Maybe someone’s pulling his strings telling him only they can bring them back

Him: he works for a witch it will be great. Let’s make him extradimensional

Me: the astral sea is very sexy

Him: mmm yes and lots can go wrong. We can fit so much sad into this man

Me: ………….. what if we put a lil Fucked Up in him

Him: tell me more

Me: what if we rewrite the rules of reality for some truly twisted alternate world shit that calls back to a previous world ending adventure long in the past, meaning he partially helped cause that apocalypse, and the true key to saving his family is held by the person who fucked them up

Him: So Much Sad! And they’re all still alive but time locked so they don’t even know what’s happened

Me: what if the person who fucked them up is his spouse from another dimension fleeing her crimes and she can NEVER actually save his family without losing her anchor in this world but she “returned” his family in their stasis mode and considers that done and keeps using him anyway

Him: what if his kids looked like my character

Me: what if your character looks like two different sets of his kids because your character has been aging and they haven’t

Him: you’re sick and twisted and i love you. He’d kill my character if he was told to, even if it would make him sad

Me: listen it would make him sad but he’s sad all the time anyway and has been sad for 200 years so that’s really not a motivating factor for him anymore

Us: *sigh* we love him so much

Him: …… so what disability are we giving him can he have my absence seizures

[glcriouspvrpose]

ᴄʜᴀʀᴀᴄᴛᴇʀ ʙɪᴏ ; loki odinson

❝ Inside each of us, there is the seed of both good and evil. It's a constant struggle as to which one will win. And one cannot exist without the other. ❞

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↳ BASIC INFO

Character’s full name: Loki Odinson Meaning of name: airy, deceitful, sneaky  Other Titles: God of Mischief, Prince of Asgard, Prince of Jötunheim Birth date: December 26th, 956 AD Zodiac: Sagittarius Nationality / Species: Asgardian,  Æsir, jötunn Languages Spoken: He can speak any language, but he primarily sticks to English and Asgardian (Norwegian)  Pronouns: he/him (if he shapeshifts, he’ll adopt the appropriate pronouns) Orientation: Bisexual  Superpower: superhuman strength, astral projection, shape-shifting, hypnosis, molecular rearrangement, conjuration, cryokinesis, telekinesis and teleportation. he was taught magic by his mother. Occupation: Prince, Avenger, Agent of SHIELD, future co-king of Asgard Relationship Status: dating Edward Hill

↳ APPEARANCE

Age: 1058 (equivalent of 21 on Asgard), 29-34 in Midgardian age Height: 6′3 Body build: tall, athletic  Eye color: pale blue, changes to bright green when he uses his magic Glasses or contacts: glasses, but purely for the aesthetic Skin tone: pale in his Asgardian/human form, blue-gray in his jötunn form Distinguishing marks: his markings when in his jötunn form Predominant features: his eyes, his cheekbones  Hair color and type: it’s curly, and usually shoulder-length and black, but since coming to earth it’s typically short and light brown Physical disabilities: can’t handle extreme heat Usual fashion of dress: business casual

↳ PERSONALITY

Good traits: ambitious, charismatic, charming, intelligent, physically strong, skilled sorcerer, strong leader. Bad traits: dramatic, flirty, egocentric, manipulative, mischievous, moody, temperamental, vain. Hogwarts House: Slytherin  Character Theme Song: Anti-Hero - Taylor Swift Personality Type: INFJ / ‘the advocate,’ has a gift for understanding and reading emotions, craves emotional intimacy, and are strong-willed, but can be vain and narcissistic.  Character is most at ease when: he has a sense of control Enraged when: someone asserts dominance over him Sad when: there’s a period of about one or two years after his brother’s failed coronation that he tries not to talk about to avoid those feelings  Greatest strength: his intellect, his magical abilities  Greatest vulnerability: his brother Biggest regret: letting his mother think he was dead etc.: he suffered a lot mentally after learning he was adopted, through willingly falling from the Bifrost to being under the control of Thanos. He does better now, but still has his moments.

↳ PAST

Hometown: Asgard Type of childhood: he had a sheltered, yet obviously privileged childhood, being the King and Queen’s son. But being the youngest of Odin’s sons and second-in-line, he often felt like he was in Thor’s shadow First memory: Thor bringing him a blanket when he woke up scared one night Most prominent childhood memory: turning into a snake so Thor would pick him up, changing back once he did so he could stab him Education: over the centuries, he’s gone through a few universities when he was bored, always assuming an identify that wasn’t actually him

↳ PRESENT

Current location: New York City, but he visits Asgard regularly now Currently living with: Thor Pets: Aric, his asshole black cat 

↳ FAVORITES

Color: Green Music: classical Food: Italian

↳ FAMILY

Mother: Queen Frigga Freyrdottir

Relationship: He’s still insanely close to his mother and valued her opinion more than anyone else’s growing up. Since Odin tended to favor Thor, Frigga kept Loki under her wing and was the one who taught him magic. She’s the driving force behind why he comes home regularly.

Father: King Odin Borson

Relationship: He loves his father, but their relationship has always been hot and cold. He feels like he always put Thor above him and blames him for creating a wedge between them. After finding out about him being adopted and all the secrets Odin kept from him and his brother, their relationship has been borderline nonexistent. 

Brother: Thor Odinson

Relationship: Historically, his relationship with Thor has been up and down, largely due to the influence of their father’s actions, but he loves his brother more than anyone. Most of the time, Thor and Loki act like two halves of a whole and understand each other more anyone else. After his time on Thanos’s ship, they’ve been inseparable.

Daughter: Eisa Odinson

Relationship: Eisa is the child Loki had with his ex, Glut. She’s earth equivalent of three years old. He wasn’t aware of Eisa’s existence until he met after being abandoned by her mother, due to Eisa’s being part frost giant. Since becoming an Avenger after the Battle and taking back his title of Prince of Asgard, Loki has taken sole custody of Eisa. She spends her time on Asgard and Earth equally. Loki changed her last name to Odinson to match his nieces, as Thor and Jane adopted the Earth tradition of using the father’s last name instead.

Other important family members: Hela Odinsdottir (sister), King Laufey (birth father) Nieces: Frea and Astrilde Odinson

↳ RELATIONSHIPS WITH OTHERS

Partner: Edward Hill Best friend: Clint Barton, Klara Arnesdòttir, Valkyrie  Ex: Jessica Jones

↳ BIO tw: suicidal ideation, trauma, mind control

Shortly before Thor’s failed coronation (which was mostly his own fault), Loki found out that he was adopted. It threw him for a loop, but everything, like the way he seemed like he was always second best in his father’s eyes, started to click. A confrontation between himself, Thor, and their father resulted in Loki willingly falling from the Bifrost. Not expecting to survive the fall, Loki fell into the Void and was taken onto Thanos’s ship where, for the next few months, he was placed under the control of the Mind Stone to be a pawn in his plan. When he first arrived on Earth, Loki had been under the Stone’s control. Thor eventually rescued him, having noticed something was wrong. It wasn’t until then that he was able to break free. Loki and Thor fought along the Avengers during the Battle of New York and he remained on Midgard, working as an Avenger and SHIELD Agent. Having maintained his prince title, and as a future co-king of Asgard, Loki still visits Asgard regularly. 

[astralcrescent-fr]

Hi. This is Astral. The cat everyone loves to unfairly shit on and talk shit about. Don't worry, I get it. You love having a helpless target to bully. Well. Earlyish this year, I started making adoptables.

They made me very happy. I love seeing everyone's dragons and making them something that makes them smile. It filled my heart and my life with joy. Unfortunately, my life is and always has been a living nightmare.

One that only seems to ever get worse-- not better-- because of the people we have unfortunately been surrounded by for over 20 years. Many of these people now populate the spaces that you all rumor and gossip monger in, using it as a platform to perpetuate hatred, incivility, and cruelty directed unfairly at myself and others.

Some of these people ruined our real life in a very real and permanent way that ended in my and my family's homelessness.

Some of what is said about my body, my system, is true. Most of it is not-- or else is founded in hatred and bigotry. Most of the time we choose the high road and refuse to acknowledge their simple-minded, petty, sociopathic, monstrous behavior. But the fact of the matter is several of these people have irreparably ruined our entire life and have sentenced us to death.

Some deliberately got us put on the streets with nowhere to go and with none of the things we need to survive. They cost us our home, job, insurance, healthcare, doctors, medicine, sanity, peace of mind, clothes, bed, mobility assistance, cancer treatment, HRT, pets, ability to care for the pets we have left, father-figure, right to see our father before he died, ability to feed or clothe ourselves, or have any hope for living one more year on this planet. They also have held almost everything we own hostage for two years, knowing we will never afford to pay to get it back. I will not name these people because I am a better person than them and they get to live knowing that fact.

This summer we spent 2 weeks without power in 109f heat. We have lost almost all of our teeth because of them. Our dog died because they denied us the money we needed to care for her. Our father figure-- who we have a dragon named for-- also died because the person caring for him had to leave to come scrape us off the streets because of these people. We are trapped in an abusive household, where we are constantly being tormented and put in states of desperation where we act and behave in ways that humiliate us.

We suddenly developed a condition that has made even white webpages trigger life-threatening migraines. We lost the ability to use our glasses, as a result. Our doctor told us "Just go to a neurologist" and when we said Texas rejected us for healthcare, insurance, medicaid, disability, and foodstamps-- she just shrugged.

We have untreated skin cancer and a high probability of cervical cancer. We have a herniated disc in our neck, caused by one of the people who talk mad shit about us, that requires surgery they have actively refused to pay for despite us having a surgeon willing to testify against them. Instead they sent their abusive siblings to blackmail us into silence. Then our mother abruptly went into a coma. Then our cat nearly died. Now, just the other day, our father died and we can no longer afford our utilities.

We have begged for financial assistance for 2 years and all people do is accuse us of being a scammer for being disabled and poor, and they perpetuate this rancid narrative about us that is either objectively false or founded in bigotry and therefore not remotely a reflection on our actual character.

So we are literally, actually, dying in real life. We are going to be homeless for the second time in two years because of the very same people you love reading talking shit about us in your sociopathic little circle-jerk spaces while having zero self-awareness on how that actually makes YOU look like as a person.

There are two facts here.

Either people help us get financial aid.

Or we die.

There is no third option.

What has been done to us is an act of inhumane cruel and unusual torture on a helpless person who was never in power.

We will not be fulfilling our outstanding art orders as we cannot. If you want us to be able to, you need to help our family.

Those are the facts.

You can help us in these locations, bearing in mind that Ko-Fi lies when they say they don't take a cut-- they absolutely do.

The only way to guarantee we get the entire sum is to go directly through our caretaker's paypal.

But people like seeing the funni number bar go up more often than not, so we also link our Ko-Fi. Just be aware, that because our needs never really get any Better, that the goal is constantly being reset. Because. We live in poverty. Have no jobs. Have been rejected for All Aid by Texas. (That's Mama Luigi, to you.) And have no one left to provide for us. Because all of our providers turned out to be liars.

-> Ko-Fi -> P$yp$l