#eclipse: tea anyone? :)

[naffeclipse]

Okay hear me out.... Journey to west au. Sun being the monkey king from the book and Y/N a traveller. Y/N rescues him from under the mountain and he joins them in their travels. Moon is a demon that's terrorising a town until Y/N and Sun stop him. Moon then joins the two. Finally Eclipse is another demon that kidnaps Y/N in order to eat them but instead is so utterly charmed by them that he joins the party. Shenanigans ensue... Thoughts?

The great monkey king is indebted to a mortal but he has little qualms with escorting you on your travels as a way to give his thanks for rescuing him from underneath the mountain. His magic and strength are at your disposal. Strangely, you prefer traveling peacefully and quietly, avoiding trouble and helping those in need when the two of you come upon them. The monkey king thinks you are vulnerable and too trusting, and he decides to protect you at all costs.

The lunar demon does not take kindly to his mischievousness and destruction being wrought, but when you and the monkey king stop the mayhem he inflicts upon a small town, the lunar demon can't help but become amused and intrigued by a daring, bold mortal who is so calm in the face of dangerous, sharp teeth, red eye demon. He thinks you are naive and foolish, but he follows you and the monkey king because who else will watch over you at night? Who will keep you safe from the other toothy and red-eye demons?

It is not too long down the road of your seemingly endless travels that a problem arises. The monkey king and the lunar demon venture to the river to fetch you food and drink and while you toil, you feel the shadow of a great personage fall upon you before you are snatched away. You struggle and call for your dear, new friends, but the dark being smuggles you into his cave. He ties you up and leaves you on the floor of his home as he prepares to eat you. You, however, remain calm and speak with the great demon and learn he is the eclipse prince. The eclipse prince wants nothing more than to cook and devour you, but you convince him to allow you to serve him tea first. Pleased by the offer, the eclipse prince unties you. You serve him a tea you have used to comfort the monkey king and calm the lunar demon, and speak with the eclipse prince. The conversation continues until the pot of tea is gone and he tells you to prepare another, pot after pot until he is laughing and telling you that he has forgotten his hunger—your charm and allure have sated him. He will let you go and return you to your companions, but you invite him to join your company.

The eclipse prince is pleased to accept. He opens his cave and returns with you to the monkey king and the lunar demon. When you come upon them, they are furious and frantic. They act quickly to take you back and prepare to attack the one who carried you away before you calm them. The eclipse prince stands rather unapologetically as you explain that he is now joining the three of you. The lunar demon does not take kindly to this change and the monkey king hovers close to you, refusing to let you leave his sights while the eclipse prince seamlessly joins the camp and prepares a pot of tea for you to drink.

You continue your travels, glad to have such devoted company.

[jun-apologist]

polls make me entirely too serious absjsjk. i'll see the objectively wrong option winning and think angrily "just because you like it doesn't mean it's the better series, you should vote on the best one not your favorite one 🤬🤬🤬" and then remember that this is literally just a poll on tumblr dot com

[aestherin]

I CAN SEE YOU

4 hotties + 2 nobodies

Scaramouche — a famous solo artist. he might be emo but that's okay, people love him for it. this jerk will usually disappear after dropping an album and will have the audacity to be present again after months just to release another one without any prior teasers or even official announcements. fans beg him to have mercy because for archon's sake, mister balladeer here never gives them time to save up for his albums. he rarely posts photos of himself on social media but once he does, people (even non-fans) eat it up and become feral. was a victim of unrequited love for several years and wrote songs albums to cope. made a hate account for himself for fun because he is a piece of shit like that. he enjoys arguing with his fans lol.

Lumine — our beloved best girl. she is a widely known vlogger and influencer, mostly focusing on travel and lifestyle. she and aether also sometimes does guestings in variety shows (viewers love their banters and chaotic energy very much).

Aether — the loverboy. same as Lumine; they are travel twinnies <3. sometimes (a lot of times actually) does challenges for fun. is dubbed as 'mr. worldwide'. may or may not be the secret boyfriend of another famous artist (spoiler alert: ayaka).

Yae Miko — miss ma'am is a very fun character, a famous variety show host. miss yae loves tea and gossip, some even wonder why did she just not work as a paparazzi instead. people either love or hate her because of her personality. might have actually been cancelled via multiple threads on twitter but our resident fox never gave a single damn. 'i'm too busy enjoying my sake to even bother caring,' she once said.

Ei — everytime anyone in the friend group looks at her, all they probably see is a walking atm (jk). miss raiden is the richest of the friend group because of their family assets (she manages them all what a girl boss). she is scara's older sister and is the group's sugar mommy. even though ei is not in showbiz, she is still known because of her amazing reputation when it comes to handling business. can't cook for her life.

Ayato's Wife (privacy mc lol ToT) — a famous actress signed under narukami entertainment of inazuma. married to kamisato ayato, her fellow actor. was scaramouche’s first love — he has written tons of songs albums about her. (changing our privacy yn’s name and usernames to avoid confusion lol)

I CAN SEE YOU — scara x reader smau

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[aifanfictions]

Write a story about (y/n) being the Phantomhive maid who helps Ciel and Sebastian with their cases and after going to the undertaker for information, Undertaker starts to slowly fall in love with (y/n)

Whims of the Reaper

In the grand halls of the Phantomhive Manor, (Y/N) continued her diligent work as the ever-graceful maid of the distinguished household. Each day, the bond with Ciel and Sebastian grew stronger, and her efficiency in managing the grand estate reached new heights. But, little did she know, the eccentric storm was brewing, ready to unravel the calm of her structured life.

The peculiar tale began on a foggy evening when a case took Ciel Phantomhive, the young Earl, and his loyal demon butler, Sebastian, to the Funeral Parlor run by the enigmatic Undertaker. The mortician had an unyielding fascination with death, and his macabre sense of humor was as peculiar as his profession. As they stepped into the dimly lit parlor, (Y/N) couldn't help but feel a shiver down her spine. The Undertaker's peculiar aura was impossible to ignore.

Undertaker emerged from the shadows with a dramatic flair, a morbid chuckle escaping his lips. His eyes, the color of a stormy sea, gleamed with twisted interest as he welcomed his guests. "Ah, young Phantomhive and Sebastian! What brings you to my humble establishment today?"

With an air of mystery and mischief, Ciel explained the nature of their case, and Undertaker was immediately engrossed. His odd commentary, a unique blend of the morbid and the surreal, left (Y/N) both intrigued and baffled. Her wide eyes darted from Undertaker to her young master and his butler, trying to make sense of it all.

As the conversation continued, Undertaker's fascination with their case was overshadowed by his growing intrigue in the unassuming Phantomhive maid. (Y/N) stood near the door, her presence both calm and bewitched by the eccentricities she was witnessing.

Undertaker couldn't help but be drawn to her. There was something about the way she furrowed her brow at his oddities, her innocence contrasting his morbid world. He longed to unravel the mysteries of her heart just as he did with the souls that came into his care.

When the business was concluded, Ciel and Sebastian prepared to leave. Undertaker's eyes, however, were no longer on the Phantomhive Earl but on the Phantomhive maid who stood near the door.

Approaching (Y/N), he leaned closer, his breath chillingly cool on her ear. "You, my dear, are not like the others who grace my parlor. You see, I find your innocence utterly captivating."

(Y/N) blinked in surprise, her cheeks flushing slightly. "Thank you, sir, but I must be going now."

Undertaker's laughter danced with an eerie melody. "Oh, my dear, I hope to see more of you in the future. There is something truly delightful about your presence amidst all this death."

As (Y/N) stepped out of the Funeral Parlor, she couldn't shake the feeling that Undertaker was unlike anyone she'd ever met. His eccentricity and morbid fascination were a stark contrast to the life she led at the Phantomhive Manor. Yet, there was a curiosity in her heart, a yearning to understand the mysteries that lay beneath his peculiar exterior.

Unbeknownst to (Y/N), Undertaker's interest in her had awakened a dormant side of his own heart. His fascination for death and the unknown was slowly eclipsed by a desire to understand the living, to grasp the complexities of human emotion, and to delve into the enchanting depths of (Y/N)'s soul.

As the days passed, (Y/N)'s encounters with Undertaker became more frequent. His visits to the Phantomhive Manor, each more eccentric than the last, would soon become a peculiar routine. His fondness for tea parties, during which he regaled (Y/N) with tales of the dearly departed, gradually transformed into moments of lighthearted banter and shared laughter.

The Phantomhive household watched with varying degrees of amusement and concern as Undertaker, the eccentric mortician, attempted to court the Phantomhive maid with a perplexing mix of macabre curiosity and eccentric charm. While Ciel and Sebastian were ever watchful of the maid's safety, they couldn't deny the curious bond that seemed to be forming.

Undertaker's heart, hidden beneath layers of eccentricity and morbidity, began to beat in a way it hadn't for centuries. And for (Y/N), the journey was equally baffling and captivating, as she found herself inexplicably drawn to the reaper whose world was as mysterious as the afterlife itself.

Each tea party with Undertaker brought new tales, bizarre stories that ranged from tragic to utterly absurd. They reveled in laughter, the distinct camaraderie growing between the reaper and the maid, both trapped in a dance of eccentricity that only they could understand.

Yet, there was something that Undertaker couldn't quite put into words. A feeling that defied logic, a longing that went beyond the realm of morbid fascination. He found himself entranced by the way (Y/N) would touch her fingers to her lips when she was lost in thought, or the way her eyes sparkled with innocence when she found his bizarre tales amusing.

His attraction to her was a complex tapestry of desire and intrigue, woven with the threads of both life and death. He couldn't help but wonder what it was about her that had captured his reaper's heart.

(Y/N) too found herself intrigued by the peculiar reaper. She had never met anyone like Undertaker, whose eccentricity was a stark contrast to the rigid world she had known. His stories, while bizarre, held a unique charm, and she couldn't help but feel a strange fondness for the mortician who found delight in death.

Yet, as Undertaker slowly unraveled the enigma that was (Y/N), he couldn't help but wonder if there was room in his heart for a love that was as unconventional as he was. As the days turned into weeks, his courtship of the Phantomhive maid took on a new dimension, a blend of eccentricity and longing that defied the boundaries of life and death.

As the eccentric reaper and the charming maid embarked on this peculiar journey of affection, the Phantomhive Manor witnessed the unfolding of a love story unlike any other. The grand halls that once echoed with secrets were now filled with the whimsical laughter of a reaper who danced with the living and a maid who dared to uncover the mysteries of the afterlife.

And so, amidst the eccentricity and the enigma, Undertaker and (Y/N) were drawn into a love that was as peculiar as it was profound. It was a tale of fascination, an eccentric affection that challenged the conventional understanding of love, and it would continue to unfold with each bizarre tea party and every morbidly delightful encounter.

In the grand halls of the Phantomhive Manor, where secrets and enigmas abounded, the most unconventional love story was in the making, and it would continue to unravel with each tea party, every eccentric tale, and every moment of laughter that defied the boundaries of life and death.

NOTE! This story was generated by OpenAI

[trilobitepunch]

Bound By the Light of the Moon - Navigation

Because I love multilevel puns. I really wanted to name it "Kame ci, Kame ça" but I don't think anyone would get it. XD Anyway! Here's the top-page for my weird little Edo-based Turtle AU. I don't quite have things down in story form, they're currently mostly ideas, images and bits and pieces of lore.

Background Info

Completely by accident.

Ask: Ages? and Names

Ask: How were the boys adopted by Yoshi?

Story

"機会" (Kikai/Chance) - Intro

Tea

有明の月 - 🌘 - Waning Crescent

新月 - 🌑 - New Moon

Fishing

In Essence, the Behavior of Siblings

月食 - Gesshoku - Lunar Eclipse - Part I ❀ Part II

Sketches & Things

The Boys

Brush pen sketches

Sketch Dump; Sannan & Chōnan, Jinan & Yotsuo, Terror Twins

Sketch Dump; Terror Twins, Sannan, Chōnan

Tea-se

Reference Images & Meditation Times

Sour Patch Kids

400 DTIYS

Kittons

Sketch Dump; Chew Toy

Sketch Dump: Chōnan, Sannan and Jinan

The Twins; In Light of the Blood Moon

Sannan

Emo Sannan

Ask: Sannan & Replica!Donnie

A wild Sannan appears!

Don't Open That Door

Too Much Sound

Wisteria

Sannan's Chew Toy

Paper Test - Sannan

Guess it's Sannan time again

Misc

Oni Draxum

[mangionebabymama]

Some current events that you can tell Luigi about in your letter (if you are struggling to come up with anything):

Note: this is not an official list, I just came up on this on the fly for anyone who doesn’t know what to say at all. You don’t have to use anything from here. It has been confirmed that he enjoys reading and keeping up with current events in his letters. Keep in mind that through written communication, this is his way of being able to know about the outside world beyond his confinement!

Generation Beta (2025-2039) is officially beginning this year

A lot of celestial events will be happening this year, such as a total lunar eclipse on March 14th and a partial one on March 29th

The rapid wildfires going on around Los Angeles

The major winter storms that began in the Midwest and are now in the Mid-Atlantic region

Jimmy Carter’s presidential funeral & services

The first H5N1 bird flu death has now been reported

Now, if you like pop culture, sports, or entertainment, tell him anything about that’s happening. Think of it as you’re writing in a diary about a reflection or you’re even spilling tea about something. Just keep in mind to write about things that are within decorum and propriety so your letter isn’t denied and sent back to you.

[matchamiko]

lol neuvillette just sucking ur nipples or smth is enough to have u going a bit insane right??? RIGHT????

Giggling so hard rn

Warnings: breast worship/play, dry humping, mentions of masturbation, mentions of penetrative sex; previously established relationship.

If there’s one thing Neuvillette is, it’s thorough. You ask him about one of his trials after he returns from the Opera Eclipse, and he’s talking for hours about every piece of evidence in the case; you shyly ask him to brush your hair and he’s producing several combs and brushes and an oil to massage your scalp; he decides to take you on what humans call a date, and you’re trekking through the purple fields in the countryside to the most darling little picnic spot and dining on pastries until dusk, and then returning to the city to stroll about the fountains and gardens arm in arm with the promise of a mightily thorough kiss at the end.

And he’s no different when playing your body like a fiddle. He's got you folded into his lap, office door locked, blinds only half drawn but there's no danger of anyone looking in, not when he's so wrapped around you that it's hard to seen even a glimpse of your bare skin. It started as a visit for tea, the leaves you brought from your village in the Vale fresh and still warm from being dried over a fire, chatting idly in the way you two did that Neuvillette found so refreshing and simple. Then it led to you shyly asking for a kiss, having missed him so dearly and so wantonly, shown in the way you gripped his lapels and leaned further into him with a questioning sigh and an answered grunt. And now, you're half dressed spread over his thick thighs, his coat strewn next to the two of you and his gloves somewhere with it.

"Let me taste you," he murmurs against the column of your throat, hands running up the length of your back and down again, squeezing your hips into a dizzying grind. Your breasts press deliciously against the cotton of his shirt, nipples slipping and rubbing over his chest and every time you shudder with pleasure, Neuvillette basks in the way you arch harder into him like a cat. You feel wonderful, writhing over his groin and trying not to let your darkest desires overtake you like you so often did. The precious little tea farmer he'd befriended and then courted and then decidedly and silently pledged himself to; you're full of dirty secrets and filthy wants that has him spiralling into territories he'd never even thought about before. And your tits were one of them, to put it frankly.

He's fucked you before, numerous times, to your hearts content and more often than not, to your dictation and command. It wasn't surprising that your precious Iudex wasn't particularly well versed in human seduction, and you bravely stood up to the task you had completely made up, of showing him everything you desired and introducing him to everything he desired. But today, in the secrecy of his office, the knowledge that just outside the doors, people mill about and wait for an appointment with him; Neuvillette steps away from his duties and demands the feel of your supple skin against his teeth.

"I admit," a hand grasps the fat of your breast, squeezing roughly with the whoreish rhythm you have going on with your hips, "I've been thinking often about having you like this, desperate and desiring me all from the touch I give you here," fingers pluck at your nipple before he dips his head and takes it into his mouth. He's done this before, too many times to count, but with him being fully dressed and you an absolute mess in his lap; it feels different, raw and unfiltered in the wavering sanctity of his office. You can feel Neuvillette's tongue flattening over your nipple, swirling and curling like he does between your legs and it sends you arching into him, further into his reclined figure and deeper into his lap. A dizzying moan leaves you chest when you feel the hot, hard press of his cock through his trousers, confined in such a way that it's mind numbing when you grind against it. He pulls back for a second, looking up at you with hair strewn about his face, cheeks red and ears redder, panting hot and wet against your skin.

"Don't stop, please," he doesn't care for your politeness, doesn't care for your request, doing as he pleases with your body; one hand gripping your bottom and urging you to grind against him, and the other grasping meanly at your tit. Neuvillette seems positively ravenous this afternoon, though it should have been obvious in the way he allowed you to push him over to the settee and mount him without asking.

"I'm plagued with thoughts of you during matters that I should be attending to, important matters that garner my fullest attention and yet -," he suckles a bruise into the swell of your breast, held firm by his hands, squishing them together and nuzzling into the crevice between, breathing deeply enough to shudder, "All I can think about is you, what I want to do to you the next time we are alone, the next time you allow me to have you in such undignified ways," you're shaking when he regains his focus and takes your nipple into his mouth, tugging and nipping and gnawing like he does on his bottom lip when he's concentrating, suckling hard before letting go with a pop - allowing you to take a gasping breath and to look down at how positively enthralled he is at he taste of your doughy flesh,

"You don't need to be so formal while you're playing with my tits Neuvillette," you've always been more straight forward, more brash and crude, than him; having grown up in the countryside, in another nation, a whole other life to the one he leads. He leaves a wet trail from his tongue over your nipple, catching it between his sharp teeth and tugging enough to make you whine lowly, "I - can't stop thinking about you too, 'specially when I'm on my own," the implication is implicit but Neuvillette surges up into you, hips strong and knocking into yours with a grunt. He's filled suddenly with images of you writhing in your bed, hand stuffed between your thighs, fingers wet and slick in your cunt - the same he can feel pulsing and purring over his lap.

"Tonight, I've cleared my last appointment so I can spend it with you," he gasps, lips swollen from their assault on your breasts, eyes unfocused and pupils blown wide with want "After supper, after I spoil you like I have promised; you are showing me everything you do when you are alone and desperate for me,"

[tartsinarat]

I don’t have much energy (on account of still being sick :/) but I still wanted to do something so dug up an old unfinished screenshot edit that I did a while ago but never finished until now

But yeah this is from the au’s version of Eclipse Lake, which happens a bit later down the timeline than the original.

It’s set just before Hollow mind instead and I’ll explain the timeline differences in much better detail in a different post but it’s basically because Luz isn’t focusing on going home like in the og so she is seeking on ways of getting revenge on Belos and saving Pip and Eda.

But Amity has been wanting to cheer up her awesome girlfriend so she’s been secretly researching ways to create a portal door as a surprise, so Amity was the one who found out about the titan veins through the echo mouse instead and went to go find some titan blood without telling Luz.

If you’re probably wondering where Hunter is…He’s actually taking an extremely well deserved break :0 (lmao, just kidding he’s still apart of the Eclipse lake events) as Pip is surprisingly extremely efficient at sorting out tasks (normal Pip could never, this is all the brainwashing tea lmao) and so Hunter has unwilling ended up getting all his work done by Pip…

Hunter doesn’t want to admit it but he is happy about finally getting a break because he’s getting to do normal teen stuff and play with flapjack more often but he does feel like he’s getting replaced so there is complicated feelings there (it also doesn’t help that Pip is now getting all the attention from Belos and is on top of that able to do magic so Hunter is switching between “I’ve got to do as much as I can so I don’t get replaced” to “it’s kinda nice not being in mortal danger every five seconds and being able to hang out with Willow”)

But yeah onto the episode; Much to the displeasure and horror of Kiki she’s having to be supervised by Pip during the titan’s vein assignment so she’s extra cautious and paranoid about not ruining the assignment especially when in front of the Prince…

Hunter wanted to go with Pip but was then explicitly told by Belos to take a break as Pip was handling an extremely special assignment but Hunter immediately flipped into panic mode because after getting kinda jealous of Pip and he wanted to show his worth again to Belos so he ended up secretly following along as a scout in order to be the first to find the titans blood.

Belos obviously already knew that the vein was already decayed and full of Fools blood from when he went there years ago, so the assignment Kiki is on was actually just a wild goose chase created in order for Pip to secretly assassinate Kiki (who’s fucked up one too many times and knows too much about the actual day of unity plans so she’s obviously got to go.)

Amity and Hunter end up working together after stumbling onto each other searching for titans blood, though they’re bickering and fighting each other the entire way but aren’t as antagonistic with each other as Hunter has slowly mellowed out after hanging out with the emerald entrails more often so they do actually end up properly bonding :)

Uh until they accidentally stumble onto Pip’s attempt on Kiki’s life…

I’m personally imagining the spiderman meme with Pip, Amity and Hunter happening and then Kiki scampering away at full speed in the background.

So yeah Amity is just majorly confused on the fact that she’s just randomly found Pip in the weirdest situation and place possible after months of no contact or communication…

It gets weirder for Amity as Luz never actually told anybody where Pip was and just vaguely said he was staying with family when asked as it wasn’t technically lying (Luz really didn’t want to break Pip’s promise on not telling anyone who he actually is so this is her guilt free way of avoiding questions on where he is)

Pip doesn’t even let Hunter or Amity think about the implications of this whole situation before running off to go catch Kiki and attempt to go for round two… Amity stops him mid way by grabbing his arm which wasn’t the smartest idea.

Because of the brainwashing tea and all the meddling Belos did with his memories, it genuinely makes Pips brain hurt when trying to recognise who Amity or anyone from when he lived in the owl house and so he usually gets really frustrated/aggressive when seeing someone from his past… so Amity interrupting his assignment genuinely made him kinda loose it and try to kill her instead.

The image is the aftermath but they both hit a draw because Hunter does manage to deescalate the situation by reminding Pip to focus on his actual mission instead.

I’ll probably continue this explanation through either a comic or text post :p

[yoursinisforgiven]

ECLIPSE ──

pairing: elias x reader (barista) 

cw: fainting, reader experiences a panic attack, mentions of gang violence, ptsd(?).

you are responsible for your own media consumption.

Truthfully, you had zoned out. 

Imagining yourself anywhere but here—maybe back at the Brewhouse—you allowed the daydream to take over. The distinct aroma of coffee clung to your clothes, and you found yourself giggling at something your coworker had just said. She glanced at the wall clock, its oversized teacup-shaped frame mocking the fact that the café didn’t even sell tea. It was a detail that had always annoyed you, though now it seemed oddly endearing.

“Hey, it’s my break. You good here?” Rush hour had just ebbed, leaving the café quiet except for a few college students hunched over their laptops, headphones cocooning them in their own little worlds.

“Yeah, I got it—thanks,” you replied with an easy smile. She hummed in acknowledgment, untying her apron and hanging it on the hook near the back. The door jingled as she stepped out, leaving you alone behind the counter.

The lull was peaceful. You started wiping down the espresso machine, the rhythmic motion grounding you in the moment. The sunlight streaming through the windows painted the space in warm tones, and you let yourself appreciate the stillness.

Then the doorbell jingled again.

You glanced up, and your heart skipped a beat. It was him. The boy with the dark curls.

You almost dropped the rag in your hand, barely catching it before it hit the floor. Quickly, you smoothed your apron and tucked a stray strand of hair behind your ear, trying not to seem flustered. He was a regular, stopping by every few days, and over time, you’d memorized both his order and the faint warmth in his smile.

“Hey,” he greeted, his voice soft as always. He lingered by the counter, hands shoved in the pockets of his jacket.

“Hi,” you replied, hoping your voice didn’t betray the fluttering in your chest. “The usual?”

He nodded, his lips curving into a faint smile. “Yeah, thanks.”

You moved with practiced ease, grabbing a cup and scribbling his name on the side even though you didn’t need to. Your hand hesitated before drawing a small heart next to his name, a fleeting indulgence you immediately regretted yet couldn’t bring yourself to erase.

The caramel macchiato was simple enough, but you couldn’t help being a little more meticulous than usual—measuring the espresso just right, steaming the milk to the perfect texture, and drizzling the caramel with a little more care than strictly necessary.

As the drink came together, you glanced at him out of the corner of your eye. He was standing near the counter, scrolling through his phone, his curls catching the sunlight in a way that made your chest tighten.

“Here you go,” you said, sliding the cup across the counter toward him, a small smile tugging at your lips.

He looked up, his fingers brushing yours briefly as he took the cup. “Thanks. You always make it better than anyone else.”

The words warmed you in a way the café heaters never could, but before you could reply, the sound hit you.

A deafening crack, then a low, gut-wrenching groan as if the building itself was alive and in pain.

The café around you shuddered violently, and your ears filled with the sound of crumbling walls, shattering glass, and the screams of patrons. It was almost too much to process—a cacophony of chaos that drowned out everything, even your heartbeat.

The sweet dream faded into a nightmare.

No, not a nightmare. A memory.

“Hey.” Elias’s whisper drags you back to the present, and you are reminded just where you are. The cold gaze of James bore into you from across the room, icy and unyielding. Your heart quickens with each passing second, the pressure in your chest building like a vice.

You’re not at the Brewhouse. You’re not making Elias’s coffee. No.

Reality hits you like a train. The truth swirls chaotically in your mind—you’re here, in this sterile meeting room, where the air is heavy with unspoken judgments. The table feels solid beneath your hands, but the rest of the world spins, untethered. You’re on a carousel, and you want off. Now.

Elias’s hand finds yours, grounding you just enough to make the spinning slow. “Meeting’s over.” he says softly, his voice cutting through the haze.

You nod mutely, letting him guide you away from the piercing stares and the fluorescent lights that feel too bright, too harsh. Each step toward the doorway feels like walking underwater, your limbs heavy and reluctant.

As you reach the threshold, the world tilts violently. Your knees buckle, the edges of your vision narrowing into a dark tunnel.

“Hey, hey!” Elias’s voice is alarmed now, his grip tightening as he tries to steady you. But it’s too late. The last thing you see is his wide-eyed face before the ground rushes up to meet you.

“Stop,” James’s voice cuts through the room, cold and unsympathetic. “They’re fine. We can’t run to comfort them every time something scares them, now can we?”

Warren, who had abruptly risen from his seat to move toward you, pauses mid-step. He lets out a sigh before sitting back down. “See that they’re tended to, Elias.”

──

author's note: requested elias drabble.

[helinedmightbehere]

headcanons for the celestial family in svens au!! :] i go insane over them

@bloodmoons-knife :33

sun, moon & earth were all made to be equals. moon had his intellect, sun had his magic, and earth had her compassion (and she's good with IT :] feel the need to include that since she's learning it in canon and !!!!!!!) .

mercury & earth have tea parties together :] sun usually helps them with the baking for it - sometimes joining in .

moon, mars & mercury regularly prank the other siblings & they have prank wars on each other. saturn gets caught in the crossfire a lot- .

actually speaking of saturn, i imagine they'd really like jewelry. yes this is solely because saturn has rings but hush i like it .

neptune is just the chillest dude ever. they got very little problems and is usually the one to calm everyone down during a stressful event .

sven's the type of dad to send a really outdated meme to the family groupchat and laugh about it. neptune eggs him on. the other siblings hate them for it .

jupiter's the tallest cause. yknow. .

jupiter regularly makes fun of suns height because sun always talks about how he should be the tallest since he's the sun - which is the biggest thing in the solar system- .

eclipse was either not that big of a problem or was a problem until his redemption arc (also i'd like to imagine he was sort of a failed creation by moon by using his own code to make another animatronic???) .

earth and eclipse are besties in this universe too. anyone else & he hisses like a feral cat. i accept zero criticism. .

jupiter & saturn are best friends as well and idk how to explain my reasoning for this they just are .

i'd like to imagine venus is very like. flirty?? charming?? mainly because of venus from roman mythology. they're also the most hot-headed because. planet temperature yknow .

neptune and venus sort of. banded together to keep the others from threatening monty- mostly using the fact that earth would be upset as their main argument .

venus and roxanne have toxic yuri energy i take no criticism once again .

sven has told the tsams siblings that if they ever need a place to stay while some horrible thing in their universe happens, his dimension is always open to them. he's very much hoping they take the offer

[tsamsheadcanons]

headcanons for the celestial family in svens au because i started thinking and couldn't stop:

sun, moon & earth were all made to be equals. moon had his intellect, sun had his magic, and earth had her compassion (and she's good with IT :] feel the need to include that since she's learning it in canon and !!!!!!!)

mercury & earth have tea parties together :] sun usually helps them with the baking for it - sometimes joining in

moon, mars & mercury regularly prank the other siblings. they have prank wars on each other. saturn gets caught in the crossfire a lot-

actually speaking of saturn, i imagine they'd really like jewelry. yes this is solely because saturn has rings but hush i like it

neptune is just the chillest dude ever. they got very little problems and is usually the one to calm everyone down during a stressful event

sven's the type of dad to send a really outdated meme to the family groupchat and laugh about it. neptune eggs him on. the other siblings hate them for it

jupiter's the tallest cause. yknow.

jupiter regularly makes fun of suns height because sun always talks about how he should be the tallest since he's the sun - which is the biggest thing in the solar system.

eclipse was either not that big of a problem or /was/ a problem until his redemption arc (also i'd like to imagine he was sort of a failed creation by moon by using his own code to make another animatronic???)

earth and eclipse are besties in this universe too. anyone else & he hisses like a feral cat. i accept zero criticism.

jupiter & saturn are best friends as well and idk how to explain my reasoning for this they just are

i'd like to imagine venus is very like. flirty?? charming?? mainly because of venus from roman mythology. they're also the most hot-headed because. planet temperature yknow

i think that's all?? if i got more i'll come back :]

I love how people are making so many headcanons about Sven. He deserves more screetime, change my mind.

[twister-sister]

Has JK or anyone else met Frank in the suits au?

Or does Frank just go around wherever doing his own thing?

S. Sun: Yeah I've met Frank he just kinda showed up one day, not sure where he came from, he's sorta like a stray cat the Spades city folks take care of.

C. Moon: Kill it with fire

D. Lunar: I'm with moon on this one

H. Eclipse: Frank is okay, shows up at the worst time sometimes, especially when I try to get alone time with Aurora

Clover: We have tea together some times, he brings me teas from different dimensions!

H.M Solar: Too busy to really get to know him. Twist, Clover and Jack like him so I guess he's okay

J.K: Frank stops by every now and again to give me updates on other dimensions and their creators, especially a certain candy-coated one, he is my eyes on them and my children, they don't know of course, I intend on keeping this dimension calm by any means necessary

whispers: he is the only other one who also 'remembers'

[thegaangneedstherapy]

any good wips out there?

hi! yes so many! (I actually just learned what 'wips' meant) I don't know how I've been in fandoms/the fanfiction world for so long and never learned but now I know! (it’s work in progress for anyone else who didn’t know)

ZUKKA WIPS

In Defiance We Find Hope by

Firelord Zuko and Ambassador Sokka, now in a peaceful post-war world, are thrown into an alternate reality where the war’s outcome was drastically different. They find themselves sixteen again, facing a world where Aang never woke, the Water Tribes thrived, and Ozai is a loving father. Together, they must navigate this strange reality and find their way back home and to eachother.

this specific fic is finished the but the series is not! still lots of story to be told!!

Abyssal by Nyxelestia

Sokka tried to rescue Sage Shyu from the collapse of Roku's temple. Instead he, Shyu, and Zuko were all captured by Commander Zhao.

And Zhao never wastes an opportunity.

This one has a lot of sensitive content so read the tags and warnings!!

This is my favorite WIP at the moment. I’m eagerly waiting for the next update (Fans of leaving it all behind and war games will love this)

have courage and be kind by mydearestangelica

by day, zuko is the mistreated and indentured son of an exiled former ruler, and sokka is the charming prince of the kingdom. by night, they are the blue spirit and captain boomerang, stars of the kingdom’s underground fight club. cinderella shenanigans ensue.

Real Enough to Get Me Through by marriedzukka

After Iroh passes, Zuko reaches his breaking point. As he navigates the path through grief, he meets a kindred soul and begins to heal in more ways than one.

Hasn’t updated in a little bit but OMFG SO GOOD!! possibly one of the best zukka fics IMP

At the Top of the World by Lady_of_the_Flowers

Zuko is sent in disgrace to Alaska's Northern coast to ensure nothing stands in the way of Sozin Oil Company’s new offshore drilling project. He is willing to do whatever it takes to make his father see he’s worthy, even if it means fighting against the one person he's met who actually seems to give a damn about him.

also hasn’t updated in a while but I have hope!

winner takes all by dragonbagel

sokka takes on republic city, ft. pro-bending, equalists, freedom fighters and one mysterious, scarred tea server

turn around, bright eyes by Cryellow

There was only one eclipse. Somehow, Zuko had lived three others in the last few days. The question was, Why? What did the spirits want him to do? (Timeloop au)

hopefully I did this right :)

Enjoy!!

[wordslikesilver]

Wearepaladin ask for your Redeemer:

It’s been twenty plus years, but one of the worst foes you fought against back in the day is back, but appears to have not only survived but is trying to reform. They even show up in your temple one day, see you, but you’re not sure if you’re recognized or not. They never approach the Paladin directly, but exist in the peripheral. How, if at all, does the Paladin approach them.

@wearepaladin Tysm for this amazing prompt! I couldn't stop typing as soon as I started, this was great <3

Dame Shvana Peacepainter turned and faced the opening door of the sanctum. She'd gladly face anyone who entered their doors and greet them as warmly as she could. Being an Ifrit woman, warmth was never challenging for her. Being old admittedly made her cranky sometimes, but the gentleness her strength allowed her to approach life with still came as naturally as ever. She watched as a man in simple clothing entered the room softly, if the door hadn't creaked, she probably wouldn't have noticed, but that's why she liked to leave the door creaky.

His face was remarkably blank. Not even bored, just kind of absent of emotion. She really wasn't one to judge at this point, with everyone she'd met and made friends with in her life. The man stood and assessed the room then smoothly turned and closed the door firmly behind himself, hand flat against its surface, before turning back to the paladin who stood before him, wearing her simple prayer robes. He saw before him an older woman that appeared almost aflame from within, whose skin was as black as obsidian and hair like glowing golden ashes. He discerned quickly she was a Brightsoul. The room was filled with light, her light, radiating out from her as if she eclipsed its source from all sides.

"Are... are you..." the words were heavy in his mouth, like he wasn't very dextrous with his tongue. Yet. "Are you... The Eclipse of Sarenrae?"

"I am, weary traveller. How may I assist you today?" Shvana stood with her arms at her sides, fingers laced in front, her horns adding to the regalness she stood with so casually.

"I thought perhaps..." the man took a moment to set his jaw using his hand. "I thought perhaps I'd take you up on that offer of bread and tea, now that I'm back."

With that, his form turned fluid and the colours of his form fading into silver. He seemed like a blank slate of a humanoid. Smooth face, smooth body. He fell to a knee, his liquid form trembling under its own weight for just a moment before it held still again, stabilizing a touch more now that no disguise needed to be held. His frame was terribly, terribly thin, more wiry than a Mezlan should normally be. But that's to be expected when it takes twenty long years to pull oneself back together.

"My old friend," Shvana strode to his side with a beaming smile and knelt at his side, laying a hand on his shifting form. "I prayed I would see you again."

Healing energies flowed down her hand into his body and he gladly accepted, finding his second wind, able now to stand after taking her hand. His face was blank but she could feel his surprise underneath his flowing surface. They certainly hadn't parted as amicably as she had made it sound. Together, they slowly walked to a bench at the far end of the room and sat down gently, settling into the softness of the cushions.

"Why," was all he could ask.

"I promised, didn't I?" she said with a soft smile.

"Why promise, then."

"You seemed... like it's been a long time, I suppose," she began softly. "Since the last time that you got to break bread at a table. Share a cup of tea with someone and just, be."

She thought about the look in his eyes as she cried out to him, years ago, that his war was over, he could stop. Whatever world he was from was gone. He could find peace now, if he wanted to. She remembered him using her face and the expression that told her he couldn't. There wasn't a world he could fathom where he could stop. A remnant of a bygone era, a soldier with orders from a long dead general, a mission to kill priests and frame neighbouring countries to breed instability, all for a people who didn't exist anymore. But he was a good soldier and when he awoke centuries later, reformed after countless years from a death he'd never remember happening, he followed the last orders he'd ever received, as perfectly as he did back then.

"We give up our need for food and water, sleep too, when we decide to become... this," he replied. "Did you know that, back then?"

"Sounds miserable," she added with a soft chuckle. "My wife told me, after our first battle. She's a librarian. Most brilliant woman I've ever met. Told her what I couldn't believe I'd seen and she plopped a big heavy tome in front of me, knowing right away the book I needed. Read the bit about how you were probably a soldier. I've heard enough confessions to know at least a bit of what you were probably going through. I just couldn't stop... thinking about it. How afraid you probably were, under the surface. I couldn't help myself I guess."

He looked at her then, when she said he must've been afraid. He thought back to the woman in dark plate armour that shone like the dawn who carried a greatshield and an axe. The way she stood so valiantly between him and his quarry, stopping him so soundly from slipping by with a blade of liquid metal. He'd never met a person whose guard felt so focused and filled with purpose. He remembered feeling the softest note of admiration back then.

"So, big sap that I am, I decided I'd invite you to tea and fresh bread, if you liked. Even with the knife at my throat," she laughed, and then went very quiet. "Why let go of my hand?"

The waterfall. Caught in the rushing waters, she'd planted her shield and held his hand as they'd both fallen in at the climax of their final skirmish. Right at the edge of the falls, she held him tight and wouldn't budge, not for anything in the world. She'd finally shown him he wasn't when he thought he was anymore, that the war he was made for was over. But then, that war was his entire life. She took that from him. He'd have to learn how to live as a person again after being carved away at until he was just a weapon, one with as little feeling as necessary left to shape his humanity around. A weapon that hadn't been beat to a ploughshare when it was time to set down the swords. And now, he knew it. She couldn't live with herself if she abandoned him like that. He didn't ask for her saving. She could've slain him, for the killing crimes he'd committed. But no, she couldn't have. She's just never been the type to leave well enough alone, after all. When he let go of her hand and slipped down the falls, scattered by the onslaught of the current, her heart shattered in a way she'd never felt before.

"It was the sunset," he said after some silence. "It had been a long time since I got to see one like that. And I was tired, my lady. I was very, very tired. A part of me hoped, if I scattered far enough apart in the current, maybe this time it would... stick. Another part wondered if I'd get to taste some good food again, wherever I woke up. I watched that sun set and just. Hoped whatever came next was as pretty as that last view I got. Prayed for it, I guess. I'm sure you wouldn't know anything about a feeling like that though." Her laughter was bright and filled the room.

They chatted more as they stood and shuffled to the kitchen. She was adamant that the kitchen of the temple be well stocked and earlier that morning, she'd baked a special new kind of bread with a fruit her wife had brought for her one day. Something called a Bonono? She couldn't quite remember what it was called but it was something silly like that. The bread tasted divine, of course. The temple smelled gorgeously for the rest of the day and she'd snuck at least three pieces for herself over the course of the day. After buttering a slice for herself and her guest, she readied a hot cup of tea for the both of them. She loved the sweeter fruit teas, they'd always reminded her so warmly of her beloved. When both cups were full, she brought them to the table and set one at each place and the buttered fruit-bread on humble wood plates she'd definitely never accidentally scorched a fingerprint into once or twice over the years.

"After you, and I hope you enjoy. It's my wife's recipe, she's the real cook, I just copy whatever she shows me," said Shvana.

"Speaking of copies, may I perhaps borrow your mouth for a moment?" the blank faced silver man requested politely, then looked down in some degree of shame for a moment. "It's been a long time and... I don't remember very well what mine looked like, I think."

"I'd never refuse a friend something as sweet as that."

He paused a moment while looking at her, then shifted into a perfect copy of her, clothes and all, without the glow of her Brightsoul. Carefully, he lifted the bread and took a bite, then sipped from his tea. Setting them down, he sat in silence, chewing slowly, then swallowing as deliberately as he could. It was a pleasant sound, she had to admit. She liked seeing people be well fed. Even when they were wearing her face to do it. He paused, staring at the table, then silver fluid dripped from his chin suddenly onto the table, and quite quickly at that.

"Oh Goddess, are you well? What's happening, is this some sort of bad reaction to the bread?" Shvana began panicking slightly but he held up his hand and smiled.

"All is well, my lady. Worry not about the food, I can't taste it in the slightest and it's gone down pleasantly," he explained. "I think... I think this just might be how my body cries."

She remembered him once take on the form of a crying child, the snotty tears rolling down his cheeks looking like nothing more than just that, despite being a mere simulacrum he'd made for the sake of subterfuge. She knew back then the tears weren't real when he shifted calmly back into his regular form upon being found out. She made it clear to him in future she'd kill him on the spot if he ever tried involving children again and as far as she knew, he'd respected that threat for all it was worth.

"I'm... crying. I didn't know my body could still... why am I crying?" his bewilderment was palpable as the drops fell onto obsidian black hands and slowly absorbed back into himself.

Shvana sat beside him and let her warmth pour idly into the room as it always did, happy to observe and let him understand himself at his own pace. She was just glad she could give him company while he did so.

"If you'd like, we can continue again tomorrow while I ready a bed for you in the temple to rest in tonight," she offered gently.

"No, no I..." he trailed off a bit and stared at the tea and smiled, understanding now what simple things he could still get back, in due time. "I think I'd like to finish my tea and bread, if that's alright."

"Then that is what we shall do, my old friend," she replied and took a sip of tea that tasted as sweet as her wife.

The night was long and kind. Beautiful stars filled the sky and the reminisced about how that was how she'd shown him the truth of when he truly was. Together, the loaf of bread was finished and the tea had been delightful. There were no more tears, but she could tell he savoured every bite with reverence, grounding himself as the food entered his body. By the time they'd caught up with each other and shared their stories, dawn was softening the sky. They watched together as the sun rose on the temple and he felt a quiet ache that told him things were going to be alright, somehow. That indeed, one day he'd learn to live again as a man.

[stromuprisahat]

You know how girls will disappear for months and give a bunch of hokey as the reason when they're actually having a baby

The rumour mill after Alina suddenly went on an amplifier hunt after like 3 months of training when other Grisha trained for years must have been crazy

And I'm pretty sure half of the Little Palace was already certain she and Aleksander are fucking.

“And what about her?” cried another Squaller. “How do we know she isn’t working with the Darkling? She helped him destroy Novokribirsk.” “And she shared his bed!” shouted another. Never deign to deny, said Nikolai’s voice in my head. “Just what is your relationship with Nikolai Lantsov?” demanded a Fabrikator. “What was your relationship with the Darkling?” came a shrill voice.

Siege and Storm Chapter 13

It's pretty obvious when you look at it. Especially Alina's Fete outfit screams MISTRESS! Even before that, all signs are there:

Dinner seemed to last forever. I nursed a glass of tea and endured another round of endless Summoner chatter. I was getting ready to excuse myself and escape back to my room when the doors behind the Darkling’s table opened and the domed hall fell silent. Ivan emerged and sauntered over to the Summoners’ table, seemingly oblivious to the stares of the other Grisha. With a sinking sensation, I realized he was walking straight toward me. “Come with me, Starkov,” he said when he reached us, then added a mocking “please.” I pushed my chair back and rose on legs that felt suddenly weak. Had Baghra told the Darkling that I was hopeless? Had Botkin told him just how badly I’d failed at my lessons? The Grisha were goggling at me. Nadia’s jaw was actually hanging open. I followed Ivan across the silent hall and through the huge ebony doors. He led me down a hallway and through another door emblazoned with the Darkling’s symbol. ...

Shadow and Bone Chapter 9

“Why did she do it?” I asked as I tried to sit up. I’d had plenty of people ignore me or look down on me. But Zoya actually seemed to hate me. Marie and Nadia gaped at me as if I’d taken a crack to the skull instead of the ribs. “Because she’s jealous!” said Nadia. “Of me?” I said incredulously. Marie rolled her eyes. “She can’t bear the idea of anyone being the Darkling’s favorite.”

Shadow and Bone Chapter 11

Since none of the other Grisha knew that I’d had so much trouble summoning, they were all a little baffled by the change in me. I didn’t offer any explanations, and Genya let me in on some of the more hilarious rumors. “Marie and Ivo were speculating that the Fjerdans had infected you with some disease.” “I thought Grisha didn’t get sick.” “Exactly!” she said. “That’s why it was so very sinister. But apparently the Darkling cured you by feeding you his own blood and an extract of diamonds.” “That’s disgusting,” I said, laughing. “Oh that’s nothing. Zoya actually tried to put it around that you were possessed.”

Shadow and Bone Chapter 13

Genya squeaked, and I just stood there gaping at the contents. When I didn’t move, she reached into the box and pulled out yards of rippling black silk. The sleeves and neckline were delicately embroidered in gold and glittered with tiny jet beads. “Black,” Genya whispered. His color. What did it mean? “Look!” she gasped. The neckline of the gown was laced with a black velvet ribbon, and from it hung a small golden charm: the sun in eclipse, the Darkling’s symbol. ... “Excuse us!” announced Genya. “But we have need of this chamber. Darkling’s orders!” Zoya’s beautiful blue eyes slitted dangerously. “If you think—” she began and then she caught sight of me. Her jaw dropped, and the blood drained from her face. “Out!” commanded Genya. Zoya snapped her mouth shut, but to my amazement, she left the room without another word. Genya slammed the door behind her. ... The sad, sickly girl with hollowed-out cheeks and bony shoulders was gone. In her place was a Grisha with sparkling eyes and shimmering waves of bronze hair. The black silk clung to my new form, shifting and sliding like sewn-together shadows. And Genya had done something marvelous to my eyes so that they looked dark and almost catlike. ... In the other boxes on my bed, we found golden silk slippers, glittering jet and gold earrings, and a thick fur muff. When I was ready, I examined myself in the little mirror above the basin. I felt exotic and mysterious, like I was wearing some other, far more glamorous girl’s clothes.

Shadow and Bone Chapter 14

Sure, the reader knows Alina didn't summon, but other Grisha don't. ... and when a girl suddenly radically changes her behaviour, while gaining a shape, EVERYONE knows she's the boss' new favourite AND they sneak off somewhere TOGETHER...

... and once Alina returns, the sickly, frail girl is back:

When we finally pulled up to the immense black silk tent, a crowd of Grisha swarmed around the coach. Marie and Ivo and Sergei rushed forward to greet me. I was surprised at how good it felt to see them again. As they caught sight of me, their excitement vanished, replaced by worry and concern. They’d expected a triumphant Sun Summoner, wearing the greatest amplifier ever known, radiant with power and the favor of the Darkling. Instead, they saw a pale, tired girl, broken by misery. “Are you all right?” Marie whispered when she hugged me. “Yes,” I promised. “Just worn out from the journey.” I did my best to smile convincingly and reassure them. I tried to feign enthusiasm as they marveled at Morozova’s collar and reached out to touch it.

Shadow and Bone Chapter 20

I don't know how other Grisha, but I'd suspect some tragedy.

Miscarriage?

Stillbirth?

If Grisha can have hard time conceiving, how likely is it those won't be unusual either?!

[dragon-communion]

Concept:

All of Marika's children are born cursed in some way. Messmer's snake business. Melina's rune from birth was probably Destined Death and its blackflame. The omen twins and their blood. Miquella's eternal youth/oblivion and weird blood. Malenia's rot.

I don't think Radagon's kids were cursed as badly, and I actually blame most of their issues on him being the world's worst transmasc father. (/j)

So where does that leave Godwyn? Obviously his fate was to be the first to die and gestate deathblight, but that's all to blame on Marika messing with the Elden Ring as opposed to anything innate about his birth. And the kids we can 100% confirm as belonging to Godfrey show signs of the Crucible, which he's intimately and thematically associated with.

I really love the idea that Godwyn was always a merman, but if I look at him critically using what I know about the base game, I don't think it entirely makes sense? Crucible influence seems to make everything revert to a dragon. Reptilian tails, feathered wings, horns, breath attacks. Devolved dragons, sure, but it's really obvious to me when looking at some of the more elaborate Misbegotten as an example. Mohg and Morgott are also two halves of a whole- Mohg got the wings, Morgott got the tail.

You could argue the scaly tail is draconic, but I don't know. We tragically don't really get any sea monsters in Elden Ring, and even the giant serpent lives in a volcano. We've got some land octopus things, some crabs. The Tibia Mariners sort of count.

I think Godwyn was at least marketed to the public as the most perfect man alive, so it'd make sense if he was just an unblemished Adonis and his curse was simply a matter of time, but that feels weird considering the rest of Marika's direct children explicitly have strange powers or deformities or both.

If we assume Castle Sol was his (part of me wants to think it belonged to Miquella but who can say), it's hard to tell if the eclipse iconography came before or after Godwyn's death. If it existed before, there's a good chance the Eclipse Shotel was actually his weapon. If the eclipse iconography came after his death, as part of their continued attempts to resurrect their lord, then Godwyn himself was not associated with the fucked up necromancy sun during his lifetime.

It's also worth noting that Castle Sol is only accessible by passing through the Forbidden Lands, the entire village of Zamor, an archer golem, and a gauntlet of Fire Monks, so anyone who lived there would've been shoved in the back of Marika's proverbial closet. The Mountaintops were probably locked down the second Marika wiped out the giants, if not during or before to bottleneck resources, so nobody would be visiting casually for a light chat and tea.

(As a side note, I really have to wonder how they feed anyone up there. Where's the farms? The livestock and game? Did the village of Zamor serve Castle Sol in any way? Does the massive graveyard up there belong to the astrologers, or the dead from the war against the giants? Both? Did Marika have an alliance with the ice dragons too? What's Borealis's position in the incredibly tense sociopolitical landscape of the Mountaintops???)

All of that taken together, it's not unreasonable to think that Castle Sol could be where Marika hid her strange merman son, but it's hard to draw any definitive conclusions. The duke of that castle would be in a position to oversee the continued imprisonment of the last Fire Giant as well as the Fire Monks and their prisoners, but given the castle's position so far from the fort I'm inclined to think the castle has more to do with the huge graveyard next to it.

I need to examine the architecture for clues as to when it was built and by whom, I think, because part of me wants to say it belonged to the astrologers, and that would make some sense. On first impression though I was reminded a lot of what it felt like to enter Radahn's fort for some reason. I'll come back to this.