#genesis fawn

[genesisfawn]

[troncelliti]

Densehead asks, could we work on a project, together?

By remote file sharing? [He’s located in Italy]

For a preview of his modest body of work: densehead.bandcamp.com

your new favorite girl band in @bodycitated

[karizard-ao3]

I am about to go to bed, but real quick. I did this training at work today which included trauma responses to conflict. It got me thinking:

Fight: Asuka

Flight: Shinji

Freeze: Rei

Fawn: Kaworu (kind of?)

Is it possible that each of these four pilots represents a different trauma response? Maybe not intentionally, but it's kind of a cool - bah! What's the word? I'm too tired for this. I just wanted to throw this ideo out there before I forgot about it.

Poor Toji doesn't get one, but if I had to make one up for him it would be Flash, because dropping his drawers was his knee jerk reaction to Asuka slapping him.

[scripture-pictures]

[rottenpumpkin13]

What if a child ran up to the Firsts in public and hugged their legs?

Sephiroth: He’d be stunned and awkward, not wanting to be rude, but clearly waiting for the parent to come and collect their child. He glances around, searching for the responsible adult, but doesn’t see anyone. He sighs, looks down at the child, places a gentle hand on their head in acknowledgment, then slowly guides them through the crowd, trying to locate their parents.

Genesis: He absolutely loathes being touched by strangers without his permission, but he’s a bit more lenient with kids since he likes them. Plus, this child is fawning over him, gushing about how he’s their favorite hero and asking him to sign their action figure. So he smiles, kneels down to their level, gives them a gentle hug, and signs the action figure while asking them what their favorite Loveless quote is.

★ Zack: The perfect combination—Zack "no respect for personal space" Fair meets a child with too much love to give. Zack is ecstatic to meet a young fan, immediately bending down and giving them a huge hug, even lifting them into his arms if they fit. He lets them fire off a thousand questions before finally giving in to their request to teach them some cool sword tricks.

• Angeal: There’s no better mental image than a child running up to Angeal and hugging him because they mistake him for their dad lol.

*A child runs up to Angeal and hugs him*

Angeal: Aww, cute!

Child: Dad?

Angeal: Eh—?

Zack, filled with jealous rage: THAT'S NOT FAIR.

[ariseur]

Being all domestic with sephiroth and maybe even baking him his favorite desserts (cause maybe even he deserves some sweets too.)

-🪨

sephiroth felt his eyebrows furrow at the sight of you in the kitchen, crouched in front of the oven as the aroma of freshly baked cookies filled the air. you turned towards him with a soft smile, eyes drooping with tranquility.

he tilted his head at you, bemusement filled his cat-like eyes as he walked towards your hunched form. your hands extended out in front of the glass barrier, the warmth of the light providing your face with a golden hue as the cookies rose in the pan.

rubbing your hands occasionally, you kept them out for the heat that radiated off the oven to hit your hands. “have i caught you at a bad time?” his voice rung throughout the kitchen, tongue like velvet with every word he uttered. you gazed up at him as your hands finally fell.

“no,” you said, tone quiet and gentle, “‘s actually waiting for you to come home.”

a warm gloved hand rested itself on your shoulder, causing you to look up once again into his eyes, swirling with mako infusion. “let yourself rest,” he said, “i’ll finish up.”

“these are for you.”

and you failed to not notice the way his eyebrows quirked up, a placid smile rested on his face while he looked down at you— admiring the warmth of the oven light that which kissed the side of your face.

“for me?” sephiroth confirmed.

“for you.”

and gosh, did that smile make his heart warm. it was almost abnormal, and by the time you had turned around to place your hands back near the oven door, he placed his leather clad hand on the left side of his chest— directly onto his heart. feeling it thumping with each beat, he cherished this moment. silent, besides the occasional whirring of the oven and his own breath yet still comfortable as you two filled the quiet with yourselves.

hearing the pitchy beep of the stove’s timer, you rose and bent over the stove door, grabbing your mitts and pulling out the metal cookie tray with deft hands, marked with faded ‘battle scars’ as you liked to call them, when they were instead burn marks and faint cuts from the countless masterpieces you’d like to call your food. sephiroth saw no difference between a gourmet meal and your cup of noodles, rather recognizing that it was made with love. love held for him. a foreign feeling on its own yet he never seemed to mind it.

of course, he was used to being fawned over considering he was a first class war ‘hero’. he had his fangirls and his recognition on tv, but he seemed to look past all of that— only finding comfort in you. in a large crowd, he could spot you right away as he knew you all too well. so yes, while he was used to be well known and admired, he was never used to being loved.

and as you placed the tray on top of the oven, chucking off your mitts on the nearby counter, your face met with a strong chest in return. you placed a hand on his side out of instinct, feeling him squeeze ever so slightly as he closed his eyes and took a deep breath, your shampoo engulfing his senses while he reminded himself that this was you. while he found comfort in genesis and angeal considering he’s known them for as long as he has, they could never compare to you in his eyes.

you said nothing— only wrapping your arms around his midriff and tightening your grip with every breath you felt him let out on your scalp, the tickling sensation making you crack a sleepy grin. another comfortable silence yet the two of you didn’t mind it at all. words were never needed with sephiroth, you two understood each other all the same.

[esamastation]

Shizuroth, part eighteen

Previous parts: one, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, nine, ten, eleven, twelve, thirteen, fourteen, fifteen, sixteen, seventeen

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Why hasn't he ever gone shopping with Sephiroth before? Aside from the fact that Sephiroth was socially repressed and awkward and aloof and would've never lowered himself as to be seen in public with anyone. And the fact that Genesis didn't want to even think about sharing his few precious moments of downtime with Sephiroth, of all people. And also the fact that Genesis was pretty sure, at least up until this point, that it would be an excruciating experience for everyone involved….

But it turns out that Sephiroth makes for a hilarious shopping company. The man is unexpectedly prissy and demanding - and, really, quite fussy when it comes to his looks.

While waiting for his coat to be readjusted, Sephiroth is putting on a fashion show in the tailor's very cushy dressing room.

"No, the hue is too cold - can you please get me the darker green one? Same size," Sephiroth says, making faces at his reflection, after trying out about a dozen different, almost identical, button up shirts. 

"Right away, sir," the rather flustered tailor's assistant says and scurries off.

"I never thought you'd have a favourite colour," Genesis scoffs, lounging back on a fancy armchair while watching as Sephiroth accepts the shirt from the eager tailor's assistant. There's a pile of rejected and another of accepted articles of clothing nearby, and they're all in shades between dark forest green and the lightest shade of mint green. 

No matter how much mess Sephiroth caused, the store would be making a big sale today - so much so that they'd closed early, just for Sephiroth.

But then again, there probably isn't a store in Midgar that wouldn't close for Sephiroth.

"You've never worn green before," Genesis adds, leaning back on the comfy armchair lazily and enjoying the VIP treatment - which includes coffee service and everything.

Tch. He was a VIP patron too - but they'd never closed the store for him.

"Hm," Sephiroth answers, deftly buttoning up the shirt and adjusting the cuffs, before pulling on the jacket of the suit he'd been trying on. Because that's what he's doing, trying to colour match a suit. A very light green suit.

It doesn't suit him.

"A much better match, sir," the tailor's assistant says, a little too eagerly, all but fawning over him. "You have such a keen eye."

"Is that so," Sephiroth says noncommittally, making another hilarious stink face at himself while buttoning up the suit jacket. He still doesn't look satisfied.

"It washes you out," Genesis points out the obvious and swings to his feet. "My friend, you simply don't have the colouring for such pale hues."

Sephiroth sighs unhappily, giving his own reflection a disappointed look. It's almost a Goddess damned pout. "I don't, do I?" he says in defeat. "And the green really doesn't do my complexion any favours."

"It really doesn't," Genesis grins, clapping him on his shoulders. "I'm afraid black is still your colour." 

Sephiroth sighs again and then looks at him thoughtfully. "What is that shirt you're wearing?"

"Alas, it's not high fashion. A Shinra issue," Genesis explains with a sigh. "Mass produced and utterly commonplace."

"Huh," Sephiroth looks surprised. "It… looks good?"

"Oh, spare me, I know it doesn't, but when you go through so many it's simply easier to get them in bulk," Genesis says, shaking his head. "Bullet holes simply do not come off, after all. And the SOLDIER uniform turtlenecks are just about the only good article of clothing Shinra has ever produced."

Sephiroth hums, looking him up and down and turning back to the mirror. Then he sighs. "Please get me another version of this suit," he says to the tailor's assistant. "In black this time."

"Right away, sir," the mostly useless assistant says, doing a remarkably good job at not bouncing in excitement. "And for a shirt, sir?"

Sephiroth looks at himself for a long moment. He scrunches up his nose and then mutters, "... I suppose it should be in red."

"Stealing my style, now?" Genesis asks, leaning against his shoulder. "Also what is wrong with red?"

"It's not just red, rather the combination of black and red… ah, never mind. I suppose it will bring out my eyes," Sephiroth says, like he's admitting defeat.

It will bring out his eyes? Who is this guy and what has he done to Sephiroth? Genesis snorts and claps him on the shoulder again. "If you say so."

He's right, though. Red and black look much better on Sephiroth. As does the suit. Genesis has never even imagined Sephiroth in formal wear before, but…  it's not a bad look.

"You know, one fight in those delightful clothes, and they're in very expensive shreds," Genesis points out, while idly trying on some gloves, wondering if he should invest in some formal wear.

"Why would it be in shreds?" Sephiroth asks almost resentfully, turning to select a tie. He's actually a little mad about red and black suiting him so well!

Wow.

"You…" Genesis starts and then sighs. Of course Sephiroth doesn't remember. "Fancy and very fitting," he adds, just to dig it in, "though they are, clothing of this calibre can't stand the types of battles you and I get in. That's why we wear leather. Or mass produced uniforms we don't have to pay for."

Sephiroth just sort of blinks at him, easing the tie over his head. "You've worn a uniform?" he asks, dubious. "You?"

"Yes, I have worn a uniform - I had to go through the whole two ranks to get where I am now, didn't I?" Genesis asks, testing the gloves by spreading out his fingers. They're fingerless and quite nice. "Not a fan of trousers, I admit. I never had the ass for them."

Sephiroth coughs at that, smothering a laugh, and tucks the tie into his collar. "I see," he says, looking down at himself in order to adjust the tie.

Genesis leans back to watch him. "Neither do you. Or, rather, you have too much shoulder going on. Far too top-heavy, you'd look ridiculous."

"Thanks?" Sephiroth says, amused, and then turns around to face him, a black tie firmly in place. "How do I look?"

"Like a damn Turk," Genesis scoffs. A very good looking Turk, but one nonetheless. He turns to the starry-eyed tailor's assistant. "Get him one of those great coats from the back - a black one, obviously, with red lining if you have it."

"Ah, those aren't leather, sir - mainly cotton and wool," the assistant says apologetically.

"Then get us a fancy wool one, and then go check how your master is coming along with our order."

"Y-yes, sir, right away, sir!"

"Please and thank you," Sephiroth says to the assistant, who almost trips hurrying off. "There's no need to be rude, Genesis."

"Who's rude? It's their job," Genesis huffs and folds his arms. "You rock up at Shinra tower looking like this, and they'll start making you go to functions too."

"What do you mean, functions?" Sephiroth asks warily.

"Parties, galas, meet and greets, maybe even interviews," Genesis scoffs. He's usually the one who has to go - he was more presentable than Angeal, who didn't know how to swim those waters, or Sephiroth, who had the social graces of a poisonous wallflower. "Public events of the social kind."

"Ah," Sephiroth says, fiddling with his cuff. "That's fine then."

"... That's fine? You hate those things!"

"Do I?" Sephiroth asks, giving him a bitchy face like he knows something Genesis doesn't. "Hm."

Genesis eyes him dubiously. "Well, I suppose you'll learn why very soon," he mutters. "If they make you go."

The tailor's assistant brings in the great coat, and Genesis throws it over Sephiroth's broad shoulders before the man can try putting his arms into the sleeves. Hanging over him like a cape, it ties the outfit together perfectly.

"There, you look fit to take over the world," Genesis says, motioning to the mirror.

Sephiroth hums, stepping so that he faces the mirror at an angle. "I guess it's a popular colour scheme for a reason," he murmurs, begrudgingly impressed, and flicks the hem to make the red lining flash dramatically. "Fitting, I suppose."

"Silver Elite are going to lose their little minds," Genesis agrees. "You'll take it, then?"

Sephiroth takes a moment, adjusting his collar. "I'll take it," he says finally. Then he smiles and slightly bows at the tailor's assistant. "Thank you for your efforts."

"I-it wasn't any trouble, sir!" the poor assistant gulps, looking a little wobbly at the knees. "The master is finished with your leather coat, sir. If you're ready…"

"I am," Sephiroth agrees, running a satisfied hand down his front. "I am very ready."

The planet isn't, Genesis thinks with a sense of exhilarated doom. The planet isn't ready for this at all.

-

Shizun can no longer rock Qing Jing Peak colours ☹️ The Tragedy is immeasurable.

(aka I meant to put him in Qing Jing Peak colours but then I looked up Sephiroth in a suit and 👌 black and red is really the Aesthetic here.)

(This is all Very Important To The Plot. Which Totally Exists.)

[altocat]

How did Sephiroth deal with inappropriate harassment from fans and weird Shinra employees growing up? (I would be almost certain that was an issue for him)

Like a lot of the nonsense Shinra puts him through, Sephiroth mostly just...checks out. He goes away inside, falls into his head, goes through the motions with all the enthusiasm of a corpse. He doesn't "ignore it" so much as dissociate from it until it goes away.

Sephiroth really doesn't like being lusted after like a piece of meat. It's very dehumanizing and he sees no difference between that and being a lab rat on Hojo's table. He knows on some level that his physical appearance is considered attractive and alluring. But he's never felt comfortable in his body and just views it as something abnormal, inhuman. People fawning over it as much as they do just makes him all the more aware that something about him is off. It doesn't help that there's been a LOT of creepy customers trying to paw at him over the years. Sephiroth does NOT like being touched and has to really restrain himself so that he doesn't hurt someone on accident.

The only time Sephiroth really feels comfortable in his own skin is around Genesis and Angeal. So much so that he often requests that they accompany him whenever he goes out to greet the masses. While he loathes the fanfare, he feels safe with them at his side. It's way more tolerable.

[mintmoth]

More art fight revenge attacks!!

This time it's-

Melody for @creativechaos15

Fawn for AlphaCubix

Seafoam for Klaxxium

Luniscia for @catluniscia

Fidel for @cerealmonster15

and Genesis for TheHuntressArt

Honestly all of them were a ton of fun to draw!!

[genesisfawn]

todays makings

[troncelliti]

@genesisfawn

[thechrysanthecandle]

so I just got done watching a Chants of Sennaar playthrough and

[5] But the Lord came down to look at the city and the tower the people were building. [6] “Look!” he said. “The people are united, and they all speak the same language. After this, nothing they set out to do will be impossible for them! [7] Come, let’s go down and confuse the people with different languages. Then they won’t be able to understand each other.”

—‭‭ Genesis 11:5-7 NLT‬‬

this game really said, "i see your bullshit and i raise you a solid 'nah'" and i'm so here for it. not assuming the devs' affiliation of course, but this game is a perfect deconstruction tool. like the player is actively undoing the damage that a powerful being caused when it put it's own selfish wants and desperation for worship over the well-being of humanity.

Exile used its abilities to foster prejudice and an environment of non-communication in the tower, and by doing so it ensured that it would remain safely/securely in power. after the traveler begins translating the languages and reuniting the floors, Exile begins to panic. it knows that this unity, humans working together for the greater good of all, would spell it's downfall/irrelevance.

“The people are united, and they all speak the same language. After this, nothing they set out to do will be impossible for them!

Only in a villain's mind would a united and organized people be a bad thing. In the bible, god took away people's ability to communicate with one another because he knew they would prosper together. but he also knew that this prosperity would mean they wouldn't need to rely solely on him. they accomplish great things by their own powers.

now imagine a villain in a story where their whole schtick is that they purposely cripple and abuse their own children. And the reason they (the villain) do so is because they want to continue being relied on and fawned over. everybody would be calling that character what they are; an abuser, a jealous narcissist, a psychopath.

but because we've slapped the label of "god" over those titles instead, people don't want to admit the truth of yahweh's character. christianity demands we read Genesis 11 and say "that's a father who loves us more than anything" and Chants of Sennaar shows is what that logic looks like played out. it's fucking insane.

and not only is it an analysis of yahweh's decree and actions, but it holds our hand as we actively undo/deconstruct/fix the damage done by it. at the end this game says "humans working together to make life better without fear of a narcissistic dictator is good actually" and i think that's real cool.

i love this game.

[j0kers-light]

His Lighthouse: How You Met Joker’s Loyal Three (What-If)

Make a Move - Frost’s Edition 💜

Hey hi everyone! I polled the blog a while back to see if anyone would be interested in a short oneshot of how (potentially) you and your choice of the Loyal Three would meet! And here we are!

Up first we have Joker’s right hand man, Frost! I do hope you enjoy!! Listen to the song, Twenty2 that inspired this oneshot the lyrics are in the fic! 🖤✨

Unsurprisingly, Frost already knew you.

From the way you walked, to your manner of dress; a stark contrast from the other parents, that he assumed that you were a student at first.  

That was the aura you possessed. So youthful, so open. A complete opposite of him. Frost studied you from afar (a habit from his military days) and he knew every nuisance about you. He knew it all.  

You unfortunately didn’t know him.  

The other moms were brave and would whisper and boldly gush over the tall, dark, and mysterious man dropping off his daughter day in and day out.  

Frost was a walking book troupe and they wanted to sink their teeth into him. Too bad he was poisonous. His ominous glares should have scared women away, (his imposing figure definitely scared everyone else) unfortunately it made the moms fawn over him even more.  

But not you.  

No, you always had a soft smile on your face, a warm greeting simmering on your tongue the rare occasion that you and Frost crossed paths, and you were always polite with a picturesque cupcake in your outstretched hands.  

Wait what? 

Genesis dragged him to this dumb bake sale. She said it would be nice to show off her amazing dad while he clocked in some parent volunteering hours.  

All Frost did was blend in with the shadows and people watch.  

He wasn’t expecting you to find him and offer a sugary treat as if he were some cornered animal that needed coaxing. And that’s how the official introduction began.

He didn’t hear a word you said, he was too busy staring at your lips in motion. Thankfully, you were patient and smiled at him bashfully before repeating yourself.  

“It’s butter pecan with a caramel filling and a cream cheese frosting. I made it myself! Y-You don’t have an allergy, do you?” You hesitated.  

Frost slowly shook his head and accepted the cupcake from you. It tasted amazing, but your megawatt smile was the true icing to his day. 

He finally got to meet you, officially, not stalking you in the shadows of the school grounds hoping that you would come up and say hello.

Little interactions like cupcakegate seemed to pile up over the course of the school year.

Frost thought you were just buttering him up like the other moms; each bidding their chance to seduce him, but Gen quickly put those theories to rest.  

“Oh Y/n? She’s like that to everyone.” She mentioned. He didn’t like how Gen used your first name and scolded her for a lack of manners.  

“Dad, Y/n is cool like that. She told me to drop her last name the second time I stayed over her place. I’m like friends with her and her daughter. Chill out.” 

So this was normal behavior from you. He was a little disappointed, but he let it go.  

Frost remained an enigma for months— watching you from afar but keeping his distance, that is, until you made the next move.  

“Mr. Myers! Whew, I’m glad I caught you. You come and go so quickly in Oz!” You laughed off your labored breathing since you jogged halfway across the schoolyard to catch up to him.  

The glares you were receiving from the PTA moms dug into your back, but you pressed forward. It didn’t matter what this looked like; you were doing this for your daughter.  

You weren’t flirting with the guy. It was completely normal for other parents to talk to one another on school grounds! 

Still, Frost made it awkward by not responding and his silence only increased your jitters. No problem, your erratic rambling could fill the stale air.  

“Not much of a talker huh? I get it. Well, um, the girls wanted to have a slumber party this weekend. Is that okay with you?”  

His mind was drawing a blank after watching your breasts heave with every breath you took. It was wrong of him to stare, but you looked so good wearing a dress that fluttered in the wind and his favorite color at that...

Hopefully you didn't notice him leering. You called out his name to get his attention, blissfully unaware.  

Frost at a loss mumbled, “The girls?”

His deep baritone voice stunned you. It was exactly how you imagined it to be. And you fantasized a lot about Frost.  

Finally hearing him in person took your breath away. Hopefully you didn’t sound as desperate as you felt.  

“Yes.... the girls! Um Gen and my daughter oh and Charlie if their parents let them come. I need to follow up with Michelle on that.. Anyways, I was hoping to pick Gen up from your place?”  

Frost wanted to say yes. How could he not to a beautiful woman like you?  

He already completed a background check on you when Genesis first started hanging around your daughter.  

You were squeaky clean and meant nothing by the otherwise innocent request, but Frost was in deep and under no circumstances could anyone just pop up at his house, even for a few minutes. Even if it was you.

At least not this early into the relationship.  

Frost shocked himself with that. What relationship? He barely talked to you. He definitely wasn’t giving off ‘I’m interested’ vibes.  

“No. I will drop her off.” He ended up saying.  

Thankfully, you didn’t seem phased by the setback. You just smiled even wider. “Oh okay! Gen knows where we stay, I’ll see you both on Friday!” 

And off you went skipping to your car and doing a victory dance in the driver's seat as if he couldn’t see you. You high-fived your daughter in the passenger seat before driving off.  

Frost just inwardly smirked at your antics. Somehow that brief three-minute interaction put color back into the pale sky.  

A perfect ending to an otherwise dull Monday.  

Friday rolled around and Gen wasn’t the only one excited about the slumber party.  

Frost tried not to psych himself up too much. He was just dropping Gen off and leaving, so why did he make an effort to dress well, smell good, and clean up the truck? 

One would think he was planning for a date. Wishful thinking, he supposed.  

It paid off. You stood proudly in the driveway as eight pm rolled by. Genesis waved wildly back as she jumped out the truck and made a beeline to hug you. 

“Is everyone here?” Genesis asked.  

You nodded at the teen, “Yes, you’re the last to arrive. Go on in, I’ll grab your stuff for you.” 

She thanked you and headed inside leaving you with the man of your dreams.  

Frost was impossible to ignore. His tall figure made the massive truck look minuscule as he grabbed Gen’s suitcase and other personal belongings out the back.  

He followed you inside and set the luggage down in the living room before taking a look around.  

You kept a nice home and Frost could feel the warmth in the air. He almost didn’t notice you watching him with an odd gleam in your eye. 

He overstayed his welcome. He was supposed to drop Gen off and leave, not come inside and invade your space. No wonder you looked at him funny.  

“Can I get you something to drink?” You politely offered.  

“No, I’m leaving.” So curt; you involuntarily pouted at Frost. “So soon? Okay.. I’ll walk you out then.”  

You didn’t need to, it just felt like the right thing to do plus it gave you a magnificent view of Frost’s broad shoulders. He was truly a mountain of a man and you wanted to reach the summit.  

Maybe you had too much wine tonight, who knows, but your mind was always racing with lustful thoughts of the man.  

He noticed your glassy eyes and plump lips parting and respectfully looked away. He could tell you had a glass or two and you confirmed his assumption when you tripped going down the porch.  

Frost reacted fast and caught you around the waist. His fate was forever sealed.  

You were so tiny compared to him and so soft around the middle that he never wanted to let go. You gasped at the strength being displayed and you bit your lip knowing that you held his full attention.  

Frost flexed his grip on your waist and you squeaked out your current thoughts on impulse.  

“Sorry I’ve been.. t-they had a flash sale on white wine and I’m trying to get rid of it and I may have gone overboard. I promise, I’m a responsible adult who can look after the girls tonight and—” 

“Stop talking.” Frost said. Your teeth clicked closed.  

If anyone else spoke to you like this, you would have chewed them out, but Frost was different. He was authoritative by default, and you secretly liked that. You felt compelled to obey whatever he said.  

The wine was also not helping things.  

He guided you down onto the steps. “Sit down and cool off.”  

Then he surprised you by taking off his jacket and draping it around your shoulders before taking a seat next to you.  

Your heart skipped a beat seeing his muscles flex in the moonlight. You prayed that you weren’t drooling.  

“T-Thanks.” It was such a cold night for summer and you foolishly forwent dooming a jacket before rushing outside. Gotham City summertimes were unpredictable like that.  

Frost’s jacket however was like a sauna and it smelled undoubtedly masculine. You weren’t subtle at all when you inhaled the rich leather. “Wow this smells good.”  

And then you remembered that he was sitting right next to you. You glanced up and cringed. “I really am embarrassing myself.” 

Frost didn’t mind. He did make sure he looked his best before stopping by. He wanted to receive some compliments from you and you didn't disappoint.  

He loved how open and honest you were. If it was on your mind, you said it without hesitation. You fascinated him, something a woman had not pulled off since Gen’s mother left him.  

“I don’t mind. It’s cute.” Frost teased. You were not having it.  

“Cute? Cute?! Babies are cute, I’m a grown woman! I should be mature not ughh!” You rubbed your face and stared up at the moon.  

“Hm, nothing wrong with being a baby.”  

Were you hearing things? Your neck almost snapped in half to stare at Frost.

He was also looking at the moon but diverted his gaze to you. Those deep brown eyes of his. They held so many mysteries you would never solve them all. You could at least try.

Neither of you cared who started moving first. Gravity pulled the two of you closer and closer— unfortunately fate had to intervene.  

Frost heard Joker’s programmed ringtone coming from his back pocket. Duty called. He didn’t want to try and make a move on you but it also physically pained him to pull away.

“I’ll pick Gen up Sunday.” Frost said as he prepared to leave.  

Did he have to leave so abruptly? You were about to kiss him! 

You scrambled off the stairs while trying to wrestle his jacket off. It was official, you had to be drunk because you were struggling with that simple task.

“Wait your jacket!” Any excuse to keep him for a little while longer, you used it.  

“Kept it. It’ll help keep my baby warm.” Frost didn’t know where this random spur of confidence was coming from.  

It just came naturally to him and your adorable features turning fifty shades of red was oh so worth the secondhand embarrassment he’d experience later.

He even tossed a smirk your way to further the teasing.

You knew Frost for almost a year and never seen him smile. It was worth the wait. That sexy smirk made his rugged beauty shine even more.  

You didn’t care if Frost wasn’t his real name, you stood on the sidewalk to watch him drive down the street, already a committed woman.  

You stayed rooted in place until his truck turned the corner out of sight. The night didn’t go as you hoped but some leeway was made. He called you baby.. his baby! You were acting like a twenty-two year old with a raging crush!  

Okay remain calm. There were teenagers inside your home.

They would instantly know something happened if you walked in as giddy as you were. You shoved your hands into your new jacket and paused mid step.  

Your fingers brushed against a piece of paper and quickly pulled it out. He gave you his phone number. How did he sneak this past you?  

Oh the PTA moms were gonna have a fit come Monday morning.

[sutexii]

The Phases - Lords of Lornkin

// lore below //

After the collapse of Yphae-Dolob, an organism attached to the moon worshipped for it's blessings, the world fell to madness.

The phases are lords who, while mad themselves with grief over the loss of their god, chose to see it not as a loss but as a grand miracle.

They manipulated and refined the god's now toxic blood (myhiza) into a palatable form (oroguine) allowing them to retain some sense of self after consuming it and mutating, giving them control over these powers.

They formed a new following, much like the one that came before, only now full of delusion and horrors.

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Gibbous - The Scholar - A researcher and philosopher, lives in a grand library and observatory. Dislikes their concentration being broken and can become frantic when they realize they don't know something, lashing out in anger.

___ Full - The High - A towering figure, and queen of the group. Claims she has connection to Yphae-Dolob, and much like Vaoyle can tap into it's collective conciousness, even have it fully inhabit her.. Therefore she guides the Lornkin onwards.

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New - The Genesis - An experiment to re-incarnate Yphae-Dolob using it's spores and modern alchemy. It floats in a suspended pool of Oroguine and shows promise and over it's previous attempts, able to control the legs of it's tank in clumsy, fawn-like movements. Created by Crescent and Quarter, taken care of by Full and schooled (babysat) by Scholar.

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Crescent - The Mind - All alchemists present during the first testing of Oroguine were caught in the following mutation, creating a connected being mastering in alchemy and sciences. They create potions and concoctions all day in a secluded location, alone yet never alone.

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Quarter - The Forged - His body didn't make it through his mutation, reduced to a mass of flesh. His assistant was able to create a very basic body for him powered by Oroguine. From there he built himself up, adding more components and advancing the technology as he went. Now he engineers machines powered by Oroguine and flesh, and designs prosthetics for those with less manageable mutations like himself.