#it's because i need to research the people first

[whenyoulookupatnight]

VOTE! DO IT!

(My Guide to Voting of Sorts:)

Early voting is still available in many states for tomorrow, Nov 4, if you are registered! If you’re not sure if you’re registered, check online through your state’s website, or simply go to https://www.vote.org to see if you can still vote, where to vote, if you can vote early, etc.!

YOU HAVE TWO DAYS TO INFLUENCE THE FUTURE OF NOT ONLY THE UNITED STATES, BUT THE WORLD, FOR DECADES, IF NOT *CENTURIES* TO COME.

Don’t think your vote doesn’t count based on your state’s voting trends either—even if you’re sure your presidential vote won’t “count” for the electoral college, VOTE IT ANYWAY!Pennsylvania flipped red in 2016! Georgia flipped blue in 2020! and IOWA could flip blue in 2024! (<link)

ALSO, MAKE SURE TO VOTE STATE AND LOCAL. Up AND down the ballot!!! That’s actually where the most power resides regarding your day to day life, especially state constitutional amendments and local propositions.

You can research your local issues and candidates with many online tools by the way! I prefer https://ballotpedia.org/Main_Page - there is also https://www.vote411.org/ballot , and many others I’m sure if you look it up!

(Quick reminder that these are only tools, as you CANNOT vote online— you MUST visit your local polling station!!)

(Examples of local issues: I just voted on restoring reproductive rights in my state, as well as for a well needed local half cent tax to fix our roads, including my own street, which hasn’t been repaved the entire time I’ve lived there. Better late than never, and—)

Better ON TIME than ever- check your registration, and if you still can, VOTE Nov 5th, in two days at the latest. It’ll be here before you know it!!

Oh yeah, and I’m not your dad, but here’s that old extremely useful quote about fascism that I wish more people deeply knew and understood (plus important context: Niemöller initially symphathized with some fascist propaganda before becoming a vocal critic of those 1930 Germans [idk the censorship trends on Tumblr I’m being cautious, you know what and who I mean]):

“ First they came for the socialists, and I did not speak out—because I was not a socialist.

Then they came for the trade unionists, and I did not speak out—because I was not a trade unionist.

Then they came for the Jews, and I did not speak out—because I was not a Jew.

Then they came for me—and there was no one left to speak for me.”

—Martin Niemöller

It does not matter who you are now. The definition of “the enemy within” will continue to expand until you—even you who thought you were safe— will be at risk of arrest, prison time, possibly torture, and even death.

Fascism does not stop escalating until no one has a voice except a dictator with supreme power.

No matter what he says, Trump does not care about you. No matter how loyal you are or were to him, he sees you as a number only to clutch power again.

If he sees you as an enemy, he WOULD and WILL kill you- even if he says he would never do so now! I’m deadly serious, and I’m speaking to all past and near future voters here, especially past Trump voters.

Hell, he’s jokingly (but sincerely) said as much 8 years ago: https://youtu.be/qC16c98hDPc?si=hT5VcgRs1pPjTzhy

This is not about just one issue, even ones most pressing to us in the moment. I disagree with Kamala Harris on many issues, particularly on the U.S.’s foreign policy on Israel, but I voted for her to vote against Trump. And so maybe my voice could be heard in a government that is still intact as it has been since the Civil War, and ideally listens to all of its constituents, or at least *could*, if I am vocal enough, organize with people, etc.

(Also, voting third party, as always, in our flawed two-party system, WILL hand the electoral college to Harris or Trump, depending on the state. (< Link)

I strongly advise you all not to do that, as it is a crapshoot who a third party vote would support.)

My choices for local elections could differ from yours too—politics is complicated.

But I think one choice—for President—is pretty clear this time, if you care about the future of yourself, your neighbors, and your planet.

Even if you never vote for a Democrat again, I advise voting for Harris. Just this one time. This election is NOT a normal one. You and your children’s future are at stake. It’s time to put country first over party, so we even have a country that everyone can safely call home.

Politics is about future moments as much as our current moment.

It is a continuum—

And again, this election will have ramifications for DECADES, even for CENTURIES.

Don’t sit this out.

VOTE.

Your life—and the lives of your neighbors—quite literally depend on it.

Thank you.

(Bonus: my I Voted sticker from the 2022 midterms I still have in my wallet! I had to take the photo at an angle and crop it so it looks a lil funky, but here it is! Democracy in action! I have three I Voted stickers in my wallet now. Man, even on my important voting post I’m a nerd, LOL. Well, my fellow nerds, my geeks and freaks (respectful freaks that is), go vote!!! 🗳️ 🤓☝️🇺🇸💙)

Because I remember disinformation being spread around the last few elections and I’m sure assholes will bring it back:

YOU CAN’T VOTE ONLINE.

YOU CAN’T VOTE FROM YOUR PHONE.

IN MANY STATES THERE ARE LEGAL CONSEQUENCES FOR PHOTOGRAPHING YOUR BALLOT.

DO NOT WEAR CAMPAIGN GEAR TO THE POLLS.

DO NOT TRY TO PERSUADE PEOPLE TO VOTE FOR A CANDIDATE AT THE POLLS.

DO NOT ENGAGE IN ANY KIND OF POLITICAL DISCOURSE AT THE POLLS.

NO ELECTION IS EVER A SURE THING, EVEN IF YOU’RE IN THE BLUEST OR REDDEST OF STATES.  IF SOMEONE TRIES TO TELL YOU THAT YOU CAN SIT THIS ONE OUT, THEY ARE EITHER IGNORANT OR MALICIOUS.

VOTE.

[hoshifighting]

Can you pleaseeee do staff joshua?

staff!joshua

WARNINGS: smut, figurine malfuncion, getting caught fingering, mentions of penetrative sex, limping after sex, dirty talk.

staff!joshua who was basically an angel in a designer hoodie, swooping in like he was born to save the day. he’d been recommended by an artist friend who was finally leaving the chaos of tour life behind, and, honestly, you’d had your doubts. you weren’t looking for another “helpful” stranger who’d end up tangled in the cables backstage or handing you the wrong mic.

you remember him showing up that first day, eyes bright and wide like he was taking in every damn inch of the chaos with some kinda awe. it was… annoying, actually, because who the hell has that much enthusiasm? the whole team couldn’t stop talking about him, whispering like he was some savior sent from above. you’d watch from across the dressing room, pretending not to notice, like, “oh sure, he’s cute or whatever,” but then he’d catch your eye and smile.

staff!joshua who somehow found himself in the middle of the most last-minute disaster ever. the accessories box—the one holding all your necklaces, rings, and that one choker that practically defines your stage look—got left at the hotel across town, hours away. designers scrambling, panic in the air, your manager about to lose it. you’re standing there, just praying that the team doesn’t fully spiral, and then joshua steps in, calm as you like. he asks for a spare box of beads, like it’s no big deal.

he actually sits on the floor, in the mddle of the dressing room, legs crossed like he’s chilling at some park, and starts putting together these bracelets. fast. you remember being half-stunned, watching him loop bead after bead with ridiculous speed, like he’s been doing it his whole life. and they weren’t just some random bracelets either—they actually looked good. he handed them over, “here you go, should work in a pinch.” like, who does that?

staff!joshua who ended up with half the crew wanting to know where he learned to make accessories like that, and he just shrugged, all humble, “oh, just a thing i used to do in high school.” as if that made sense.

next show, next country, you look out and see rows and rows of fans with identical bracelets. like, those beads? they’ve become a thing. suddenly, everyone wants one, and your socials are blowing up with people asking where they can get cute and colorful bracelets. you’d joked with him after, “might as well start selling these on the merch table,” and he’d laughed, soft and shy, scratching the back of his neck like he wasn’t used to the attention.

staff!joshua who, honestly, makes you wonder if he’s real, he’s always got everything covered, it’s late nights and early mornings, but somehow, he’s always there, making sure you have your coffee just the way you like it, that your schedule isn’t packed to the point of breaking. he’s the one who keeps track of your favorite snacks and stashes them in your backpack, knowing you’ll dig around for them at some ungodly hour.

staff!joshua who insists on walks when there’s downtime to make you less tense, taking you through narrow city streets, where he points out little cafes he researched beforehand, claiming it was just “a lucky find.” he laughs off your suspicions, saying, “it’s just a coincidence,” but you know he’s been studying maps like a tour guide, making sure you get to see more than just hotel lobbies and dressing rooms. he’ll hold your things so you can snap photos or just take in the sights, occasionally stepping back to give you a moment. always there, hovering just close enough to shield you if a crowd forms or if you need a break from everything.

staff!joshua who’s not just watching out for you but keeping an eye on every single person who shows up at airports or outside venues. he scans the crowd with that gentle look in his eyes, like he’s really seeing each one of them, making sure no one’s fainting or overheating. if he notices someone looking a bit off, he doesn’t hesitate, signaling to security or even paramedics to help them out, all while giving them this reassuring smile that somehow calms them down.

staff!joshua who knows when fans come up to you during your downtime and sees that look in your eyes, the tiny hesitation. he’ll lean over, voice soft, asking, “do you want to?” like it’s totally up to you, and it’s cool either way. if you’re not feeling it, he’s got the most polite, warm way of explaining, “i’m so sorry, but it’s y/n’s break right now.” no harshness, no impatience—just enough kindness that no one feels brushed off. but if you nod and say yes, he’s right there, practically crouching to make sure the angles are perfect, even telling the fan how to hold the camera for the best lighting. he gets the shots that’ll probably be framed on some bedroom wall or locked screens forever.

staff!joshua who goes from quietly fussing over your needs to casually slipping into a role that makes every fan interaction feel like the best one of their life. he’s got this way of making them feel comfortable, throwing in a gentle “don’t be nervous,” or even laughing softly to ease the anxiety.

staff!joshua who, without you even realizing it, has gone from that fresh-faced kid with the soft smile to a full-on bodyguard. he’s bulked up over time, muscles straining against the sleeves of his shirts, and when he’s guiding you through a crowded airport or weaving through backstage chaos, you catch more than a few fans sneaking glances his way. he doesn’t seem to notice—or maybe he does, but he brushes it off.

staff!joshua who makes it a point to be in the hotel gym at whatever strange hour you decide to work out. he’s on his own schedule, of course, but he’s catching your attention even mid-workout. he doesn’t say much about it, but you know he’s thinking about your safety, wanting to be strong enough to keep you shielded with his... big chest.

staff!joshua who tries to stay professional when your hand naturally drifts to his arm. it’s like a habit now; his biceps have become your security blanket, something to hold onto when you’re being rushed through a crowd or stepping out of a car in sky-high heels. he’ll give you a quiet amused look, lips pressing together like he’s trying not to smile, but he never says anything about it.

staff!joshua who feels the burn of your touch whenever you steady yourself by pressing your hand against his muscular chest. maybe it’s to fix a shoe strap or straighten your skirt, his breath hitches every time, it’s like a test of his equilibrium, and you can tell he’s struggling to keep himself in check, especially when he catches your smirk.

staff!joshua who’s always one step ahead, guiding you with a gentle but firm hand on the small of your back when you’re navigating a crowded room.

staff!joshua who instinctively stands between you and the flash of cameras, positioning himself just enough to cover you from the harsh lights and endless stares. he doesn’t need to ask; he just knows when to move, leaning close “just stay behind me”

staff!joshua who never complains when you tug at his sleeve for attention, even if it’s the fifth time that hour. attentive look, ready to listen to whatever you need, whether it’s fixing a wardrobe mishap or finding the perfect hiding spot when the crowds get overwhelming.

staff!joshua who’s confused when you grab him and pull him into the wardrobe corner, pointing at the zipper like it’s some life-or-death situation. his face goes a little pink as he takes in the view—your tits all squished up, struggling against the fabric, and his hands practically itching to fix it. “are you sure?” he mumbles, glancing from you to the zipper and back, but there’s no time to pause; you’re due on stage any second.

staff!joshua who keeps his eyes fixed on that zipper, swallowing hard as he tries to get a grip on himself and on the stubborn thing trapping you. his fingers brush against your skin, and you feel him tense up, his breath quickening just slightly. he’s so close you can smell his cologne, fresh and warm, mixing with the backstage chaos, and it’s making it way harder for you to focus on anything else. “just… stay still..” he mutters, his voice a little shaky.

staff!joshua who practically loses it when the stylist finally throws up her hands and says, “just rip it off, joshua! we don’t have time.” his eyes go wide, panic flickering over his face, but then he nods, taking a deep breath. he plants his hands on either side of the fabric, his biceps flexing under his shirt as he grabs hold and gives one solid yank. there’s a loud rrrriiip, and the zipper splits apart, fabric tearing away like it’s nothing under his grip.

staff!joshua who is definitely not prepared for the way the fabric slips, your tits practically jumping in his face, leaving him blinking, wide-eyed, desperately trying to look anywhere else while you scramble to pull on your next outfit. he’s frozen for a second, like he’s processing what just happened, then quickly steps back.

staff!joshua who always insists on separate rooms whenever you’re on tour, like it’s some line in the sand he won’t cross, because he’s all about “boundaries.” but thank god for that, honestly, because the last thing you need is him realizing just how often your mind wanders to him in the quiet of your room after a show, the adrenaline still in your veins. nights like that, when you’re alone and all you can think about is the way he’s looked at you backstage, muscles tense as he keeps everything under control—never fails on making you horny.

staff!joshua who doesn’t know how many times you’ve slipped into your bed and imagined him there with you, his big hands choking you, slapping your face, his mouth kissing you, sucking you, that quiet and respectful control of his breaking just for you. you let yourself get lost in the thought of him, and in the safety of your own room, you give in to all those bottled-up feelings, whispering his name under your breath, touching yourself, feeling your pulse race as you imagine him actually being there.

staff!joshua who has no clue that some nights, you’re too far gone to even muffle the sounds you make, pressing a hand to your mouth as you cum, breathy little sighs slipping out, like he’s actually there. you always tell yourself you’ll be quieter next time, but every show seems to make it worse, every touch from him leaving a trail of him that lasts long after he’s gone.

staff!joshua who probably wouldn’t know what to do if he ever caught you like that—caught you in the middle of one of those late-night moments, your head thrown back, his name slipping from your lips, no shame. the thought alone is almost too much to handle, but you keep going back to it, night after night, letting yourself imagine just a little more.

staff!joshua who, one night, knocks on your door to deliver something you left behind in the venue dressing room, completely oblivious to the fact that you’re in there, already lost in thoughts of him. you dont even hear the knock over the sounds of your own pussy, and you don’t realize he’s actually come in, quietly calling your name, until you see his shadow across the wall.

staff!joshua who stands there frozen for a second, just staring, his fingers fumbling with the doorknob like he’s trying to make a quick exit but forgot how doors work.

when he finally remembers to turn the handle, ends up pulling it the wrong way, the door making this awkward little squeak as he fumbles to open it again. he’s all flushed and stuttering out apologies, but he’s rooted in place, eyes darting back to you like he’s trying to process what he just walked in on and failing miserably.

your heart its almost jumping from your chest, but you let the duvet slip just a little, the fabric falling away from your legs, exposing the curve of your thigh, the soft line of your hip. his eyes follow it, widening just slightly, his fingers gripping the door handle even tighter.

staff!joshua who, when you tug his wrist gently, doesn’t resist, he lets you pull him closer until he sits by your side, as you whine “joshua… come here,” in that low, inviting way, and something shines in his eyes, like you’ve struck a nerve he’s tried so hard to keep hidden.

staff!joshua who finally presses his lips to your neck, his hand moves up your thigh, fingers fastly pushing the duvet away, leaving you naked. when he finally slides his hand over you, through your damp folds, the feel of his fingers brushing your swollen clit, making your nipples harden.

his thumb presses the clit savoring the reaction he’s getting from you. you can tell he’s testing every little gesture, finding what makes you pant, what makes your hips move toward him.

staff!joshua who presses his fingers in, slipping past the wet folds, to the gummy walls, the first slide inside so warm, so deep, and you let out a moan—that you don't have to hold anymore, afraid that he would hear from the next room—your pussy already clenching around him. he groans softly, leaning over you, his arm flexing as he presses deeper, his other hand coming up to grip one of your wrist up your head, holding you steady as his fingers curl impossibly tight. you can feel the tension in him, the restraint, but the way his fingers move, lets you know he’s not holding back with his touch, at least.

“like that?” he asks, and you nod, swallowing down a shaky breath as he picks up the pace.

staff!joshua who starts to move his fingers a little deeper, making a funny wet sound, until you’re gripping the duvet, your head tipping back.

staff!joshua who, lets out a low chuckle everytime you moan a little louder. “what was that hm? a moan? for me? tell me..”

staff!joshua when he notices you squirming under his touch, about to cum he teases more “so needy... you don’t even have to say it.” he pauses, letting the fingers sink in, as you feel his other hand come up to grip your thigh, holding you as he continues. “what would they all say if they saw you right now?” he muses. “you know, you make it so hard for me to be professional sometimes.”

staff!joshua who, when he notices you clenching your fists in the duvet, laughs softly, a low, wicked sound. “go on,” he whispers, his fingers curling just right. “let me hear everything.”

staff!joshua that after every single time you thought you’d caught your breath, would lean down, “not done yet, sweetheart,” before sending you spiraling right back. destroying your poor swollen cunt after cumming multiple times..

staff!joshua next morning, is already at the hotel breakfast with the crew, sitting perfectly, like he didn’t just ruin you the night before. he watches you walk in, eyes glinting as he sees the way you’re moving—trying to walk normally, but the subtle limp gives it all away.

staff!joshua who has the audacity to pat the empty chair next to him, tilting his head with an innocent expression as if he’s not the reason you’re struggling to walk. “sleep well?” he asks, but you know he's holding back a laugh. you shoot him a glare, but he just raises an eyebro.

staff!joshua who leans in, voice quiet enough that only you can hear, and whispers, “if you need me to help you up to your room after this, just say the word,” his fingers brush against your knee under the table, so subtle that no one else would notice, but it’s enough to remind you of every. single. thing. he did to you last night.

staff!joshua who has no problem keeping that perfect poker face as the morning goes on, answering questions, making small talk with the crew, all while casting you the occasional glance. every time he catches you shifting in your seat, trying to get comfortable, he hides a smirk behind his coffee mug, thoroughly enjoying the sight of you flustered and sore, his own private victory.

[mechaknight-98]

Renegade (NSFW) FT Chowon and Hanni

Operator’s Notes: A return to Codex Keepers and Ward Witches. Writing this piece was insanely tough and painful as a bunch of stuff I was seeing happen in real-time and beginning to see further then the people around me caused this to be a miserable story for me to write but the story needed to be told, because to know is to be burdened.

Loremaster Lorgar never thought he’d take on another apprentice Codex Keeper—until he met Doflamingo.

On paper, Doflamingo was average in every way: average height, and average test scores. There was little to distinguish him from other well-educated youth hailing from Terra. To Lorgar, he seemed like anyone’s apprentice.

But then Lorgar met Doflamingo in person. Doflamingo walked in slumped and carried a dejected expression as he entered that stopped for a moment when Lorgar's and Doflamingo's eyes lokced then his expression changed again. The young man fully entered Lorgar’s office with a look of quiet fury. His eyes were weary and bloodshot, and he had betrayed nights of sleepless study, yet his expression held an intensity that contradicted his exhausted appearance. He sat across from Lorgar, but before the Loremaster could say anything, Doflamingo spoke.

“Yeah, I’ll see myself out,” Doflamingo muttered, voice low and resigned. Lorgar raised an eyebrow, intrigued by the defeat in his tone. “Why would you say that? You’ve only just sat down.”

Doflamingo sighed, running a hand through his disheveled hair. “My first choice, Master Aragorn, rejected me. Told me, ‘If I had my way, you wouldn’t have made it past the entrance exam.’ I’ve admired that man’s work for years, and hearing him say that was a… well, it was a reality check. I’m not cut out for this Codex work. Every interview since has felt like a waste of time. I’m just going through the motions so I can figure out what to do next. Maybe the military… or the Peace Corps. Yeah, I could see myself in the Peace Corps.”

Lorgar watched Doflamingo carefully. Beneath the young man’s defeat, there was something more—something familiar. The same feeling he’d had when he met his former apprentice, Othello. But where Othello’s presence was marked by quiet compassion, Doflamingo carried a burning passion— that was pragmatic and unwavering.

“You know what?” Lorgar said after a moment. “I’ll take you in.” Doflamingo blinked, stunned into silence. “Wait, really? Just like that?” Lorgar smiled faintly. “Just like that. We’ll begin with the Naming Ceremony. You’ll choose a name from the Codex that resonates with you, one that reflects your path.”

Without hesitation, Doflamingo responded, “Deathsaurus.” Lorgar’s surprise deepened. Most apprentices took days, sometimes weeks, to choose their Codex name. But when Lorgar met Doflamingo’s eyes, he saw the fierce determination behind them—an unwavering focus fueled by an unrelenting fury.

“And why that name?” Lorgar asked. Doflamingo’s expression softened as he explained, “Deathsaurus is a machine god of destruction from the NeoPaleolithic texts. His purpose wasn’t just destruction though. He was often written in the antagonistic space despite his purpose. He was hated by the other machine gods because they didn’t understand him. His role was to destroy, yes, but to leave the path open for renewal, for something better.”

Lorgar studied him for a moment, then nodded. “You seem well-versed. Have you indexed this lore?”

Doflamingo pulled a worn notebook from his bag, filled with meticulous notes and references. “I figured you’d ask. I’ve spent years researching it.”

Lorgar glanced through the pages, impressed not only by the depth of Doflamingo's knowledge but by the sheer tenacity it represented. He knew then that training this young man would be both a challenge and a great responsibility. He sensed a deep-seated resentment that would take time to break but he could start small and chip at it

Lorgar studied Doflamingo’s intense expression for a moment before speaking again. “I understand why you’d choose Deathsaurus,” he said slowly. “A figure who clears the way for something new, feared and misunderstood. But consider Dynazenon. Another machine god from that era, but one who stood for heroics and construction, for building something better after the destruction. He wasn’t just about tearing things down—he was about lifting things up.”

Doflamingo’s eyes flickered, the fire in them softening just slightly as he considered the new name. “Dynazenon…” he repeated, testing the word on his tongue. A slow smile tugged at the corner of his lips. “Yeah… I like that.”

The day after naming the two of them went to the graduation and reaping ceremony. Lorgar noticed Dynazenon’s agitation at going. “Not a big fan of the ceremony,” he asked with a pleasant voice. Dynazenon who had been mindlessly scratching at his face turned to Lorgar.

“I hate the preening and the people. Their always so smug.” Lorgar laughed, “Then why Join the Codex Keepers? This is like a major portion of it.”

Dynazenon sighed before answering, “ Magnus the Red told me if I wanted to Change the world for the better I should join the Codex Keepers.”

Lorgar’s eyes widened at the mention of his brother. It would certainly explain Dynazenon’s temperament but wondered the depth of their connection.

“And what else do you know of my brother?” For the second time, Dynazenon looked surprised,

“You're Titus?” he asked intrigued. Lorgar smiled as he nodded remembering his youth as a warlord who helped establish the Codex Keepers.

“There's a name I haven't heard in a long time. Tell me how is my brother Mercutio?”

“He’s good. Tired though but his term as the ruler of Astaria is finally ending. So he’ll be able to rest I assume.”

Logar smiled, “if that’s true then I'll be able to return to my original post as Master of Records instead of Loremaster of Psionics which he was having me fill,”

Dynazenon stared surprised then said, “Well then I guess I better pass before then,”

Lorgar smiled, “Ah don't you worry young Dynazenon I fully intend to finish your training.,” Dynazenon felt at ease hearing that.

“Now go Enjoy the party you earned it.”

Dynazenon faltered, “But I don't like parties, especially with strangers."

Lorgar smiled and said to Dynazenon, "I know you'd rather go hunting or hang out with one to two close connections, but if you are to be the best Codex Keeper This is part of it Dynazenon. Or would the great Dynazenon remain hindered by his social anxiety?"

Dynazenon breathed and said, "Fine but don't get mad if I have to deal with fights." Dynazenon said absent-mindedly.

"Why would that be the case?"

"Because I am loud and I don't back down. It's upsetting to people and overrides their ability to hear me or tolerate me most of the time. In all honesty, I should shut up but it's like nails in my head when I see something wrong if that makes sense, so I just have to say something," Dynazenon explains. Which makes Lorgar wonder about his new pupil. He observes him using true sight and confirms his suspicion.

"Um, Dynazenon. Why are you using Truesight and Future Sight?"

Dynazenon looked at Lorgar confused as he had never heard of those before.

"What's that master?"

Lorgar looked at Dynazenon and realized that his apprentice was using Truesight and Future sight instinctively—something most other Codex Masters couldn't or refused to do. He took this in and realized that Training Dynazenon would be much harder than originally anticipated.

"I will tell you later," he said careful not to say any falsehoods to or around the young man. It did explain the physical agitation he often displayed around insincerity.

As Dynazenon walked beside Lorgar toward the grand hall, he could feel it—Lady Sunshine’s eyes on him, watching, assessing. It wasn’t just curiosity; it was something deeper, a guarded wariness that made his skin prickle. He wasn’t surprised. People like her always reacted to him this way, though they usually tried to hide it better. He hated it—the scrutiny, the unspoken judgments.

When Lady Sunshine finally spoke, her voice was light, but Dynazenon could sense the layers beneath it.

“Who is this young man?” she asked Lorgar, her words directed at him but her intent not quite reaching him.

He didn’t react outwardly, though his mind sharpened. She’s suspicious of me already. Of course, she was. People like her always were.

“Meet Doflamingo Gauma, or well, his codex keeper name Dynazenon. He is my new apprentice,” Lorgar said, his tone casual, almost too casual.

Dynazenon could feel the subtle tension between them—the slight flicker of something more than professionalism. He’d seen it before, the way Lorgar and Lady Sunshine exchanged those sidelong glances, their connection obvious to anyone paying attention.

They think they’re clever, but it’s clear as day. Dynazenon’s thoughts churned, irritation gnawing at him. Why bother hiding it? You’re fooling no one.

Lady Sunshine’s gaze lingered on him longer than he liked. Her eyes flickered with something as she studied him, and Dynazenon could feel her magic probing at the edges of his senses. It was like a soft brush against his skin, but the longer it went on, the more it agitated him. His pulse quickened, but he forced himself to keep his expression neutral, even as something inside him coiled tighter, ready to snap.

Lady Sunshine stared at Doflamingo surprised then she noticed the unmistakable aura of magic surrounding him. She dipped into true sight and confirmed her suspicions his aura coiled and extended outside of him like a mighty dragon, but he didn't notice it, then she noticed that he was also using Psionics in tandem, but not consciously but as if his abilities were a part of him, and that part of him was very angry. quickly dismissing her true sight she turned to Lorgar,

"Um, He is certainly interesting." Lady Sunshine said very guarded. Lorgar nodded understanding the deeper meaning of her words, and said

"Yes He was rejected by Aragorn can you believe that?" Lorgar said very pointedly. Lady Sunshine understanding his double meaning said to her current apprentice Wonhee,

"Hey Wonhee can you and Dynazenon go into the grand hall Loremaster Lorgar and I need to talk. Wonhee nodded but her discomfort could be felt and Dynazenon felt it.

"it's fine I'll walk in myself. I'll see you soon master." Dynazenon said walking in solo. Lady Sunshine groaned and turned to her apprentice.

"Why did you spurn him you haven't even met him."

"Me what are you talking about? Ask your husband why he took the hydra of Hell."

Lorgar looked at Wonhee concerned, "The hydra of Hell," He asked

"Yes, the reclusive unstable trainee who was almost kicked out of the examination because he couldn't tone himself down and suggested genocide as the solution to the diplomacy test. Why would you accept him,"

Lorgar didn't like Wonhee's tone but addressed her concerns, "While I don't owe you an explanation, I will answer for Lady Sunshine who is also probably curious. My brother Magnus recommended him to the Codex Keepers and I think that he is too dangerous to be left outside of a position of power,"

"Why?" Wonhee pressed not understanding the value of having someone like him in the codex keepers.

"the child who is abandoned by the village will burn it to the ground to feel warmth," Lorgar said before Lady Sunshine excised her apprentice from the conversation. The couple walked into the grand hall finding a balcony to watch their apprentices.

Lorgar and Lady Sunshine stood side by side on the balcony, looking down at the milling crowd in the Grand Hall. The sounds of clinking glasses and light laughter floated up to them, but their conversation carried a different tone—one of quiet urgency.

Lady Sunshine folded her arms, her gaze fixed on Dynazenon, awkwardly navigating through the room. His discomfort was palpable from where they stood, though few would notice if they weren’t watching closely.

“I felt it,” she said, her voice low and troubled. “The anger. It’s more than just resentment from being rejected or an overinflated sense of justice. He sees all of the mess off the world as is and it gnaws at him. It drives him mad. His anger, It’s raw, deep-seated. His aura felt… Aggressive, almost predatory. Like a dragon just under the surface, waiting to be unleashed. It was this beautiful vibrant shade of purple but holds this darkness within”

Lorgar remained silent for a moment, watching Dynazenon pick up a glass of wine, only to set it back down without drinking. “I know,” he finally said, his voice thoughtful. “But he’s more than his anger, Sunshine. Much more.”

Lady Sunshine’s eyes narrowed. “Lorgar, it’s not just the anger. He’s using both magic and psionics as one. You saw it too, didn’t you? He doesn’t even know he’s doing it, which makes it even more dangerous. That kind of power in the hands of someone who’s barely aware of what they’re capable of—” she cut herself off, shaking her head. “It’s not a question of if he’ll lose control, it’s when.”

Lorgar sighed, leaning against the stone railing. “People like Dynazenon don’t just disappear. If we left him out there, wandering, someone—something—would find him. He’s too resilient, too adaptable. We don’t have the luxury of ignoring him, especially after what I saw in his interview.”

Lady Sunshine raised an eyebrow. “His interview?”

Lorgar nodded, eyes still following Dynazenon as he made his way through the crowd, his movements stiff and calculated. “When he walked in, he was already moving on. He was rejected by Master Aragorn, completely disillusioned with the Codex Keepers—and yet, he wasn’t broken. He was already plotting his next move, thinking ahead. He was prepared to leave, to build something else. Someone that resilient, that adaptable, doesn’t just give up and fade into obscurity.”

Lady Sunshine’s lips pressed into a thin line. “And you think that’s a good thing? That kind of resilience, combined with the anger I felt from him, could lead him down a dark path, Lorgar. You know that as well as I do.”

Lorgar turned to face her, his expression serious but calm. “I do know that. But I also know that if we don’t guide him, someone else will. And that someone may not have our best interests—or the Codex Keepers’—at heart. Right now, his anger is directed inward, toward himself and the system he feels failed him. But he’s not malicious. He doesn’t seek destruction for destruction’s sake. He wants change.”

“Change,” Lady Sunshine repeated, her voice skeptical. “Change fueled by anger and resentment.”

“Change fueled by a desire for something better,” Lorgar corrected gently. “He didn’t come in seeking revenge or chaos. He came because he believed in something greater. Magnus saw that in him, and so do I. If we don't take his attempt at doing the right thing in earnest he will become the villain that lies beneath.”

Lady Sunshine’s gaze softened slightly, but her concern didn’t wane. “And what about his power? You saw it, Lorgar. His abilities are already beyond most Codex Masters, and he’s not even aware of what he’s doing. Magik and psionics work together, instinctively. That’s not just dangerous—it’s unheard of.”

Lorgar nodded. “Yes, I saw. And that’s precisely why he needs training. If we don’t help him harness that power, it could spiral out of control. But if we do… think of what he could achieve. He has the potential to reshape entire worlds, to make them better.”

“And if he doesn’t?” Lady Sunshine pressed. “What if the anger takes over? What if we can’t steer him?”

Lorgar was silent for a moment, weighing his words carefully. “I’ve spent years training the best and brightest, and I’ve seen both success and failure. Dynazenon is different, I won’t deny that. But people like him don’t vanish. They either rise to greatness or become something far worse. We have no choice but to ensure it’s the former.”

Lady Sunshine’s gaze softened, her concern still evident but tempered by a grudging understanding. “You’re putting a lot of faith in someone who doesn’t even know his own strength.”

Lorgar smiled faintly. “I am. But I’ve learned to trust my instincts. And Dynazenon… he may be rough around the edges, but he’s not lost. Not yet. He just needs someone to believe in him, someone to show him that there’s more to him than anger.”

Lady Sunshine’s eyes flickered back to Dynazenon, who was now standing alone near a wall, his hands shoved deep into his pockets, his posture tense. “I hope you’re right,” she said quietly. “Because if you’re wrong, he could burn everything we’ve built to the ground, and everyone will blame you.”

Lorgar followed her gaze, his expression thoughtful. “If I’m right, he could be the one to save it.”

They stood in silence for a moment, watching the young man below, each lost in their thoughts about the future—and the fragile balance of power that Dynazenon represented.

Dynazenon gently and discretely moved through the ceremony hoping no one would be looking for him. He meticulously avoided Aragorn, His chosen apprentice, and anyone who associated with him along with a couple of other trainees he had displeased during his testing. Eventually, he found a quiet corner to hide from prying eyes. until the Presentation ceremony began.

Dynazenon felt exposed without Master Lorgar by his side, as if he had been left in the middle of the battlefield without armor. He scanned the crowded hall, looking for familiar faces, but everyone seemed distant, absorbed in their own conversations. Feeling the anxiety rise in his chest, he turned to his usual coping mechanism—observation. He picked at his food, but his eyes remained sharp, studying the interactions around him.

He noticed Wonhee in the crowd, standing aloof and composed, but something about her made his teeth clench. The disgust in her eyes earlier, he thought bitterly. Like I was some sort of creature to be pitied or feared. Despite his anger, a strange protective instinct kicked in. He couldn’t explain why, but watching over her, even from a distance, felt like his duty. Like an older brother shielding a sibling he didn’t like but couldn’t abandon. He kept a close eye on her, but in the back of his mind, the sense of isolation gnawed at him.

His thoughts were interrupted when he felt a presence beside him—a gentle but inquisitive energy. A young woman, her aura peaceful but curious, had approached. He turned to face her, not recognizing her but sensing no threat. Her energy was open, disarming.

“Hello there, what’s your name?” she asked with a friendly smile. Dynazenon blinked in mild confusion. People didn’t usually approach him, at least not like this. She seemed genuine, unafraid.

“Apprentice Codex Keeper Dynazenon,” he responded, his voice steady but guarded. “And you are?”

“Ward Witch Dahyun. A pleasure to meet you,” she replied warmly, her smile deepening.

She seems… different, Dynazenon thought, eyeing her carefully. No judgment in her eyes, just curiosity. He relaxed slightly, the tightness in his chest easing.

“The pleasure is mine,” he added, offering a faint smile in return. Dahyun took a seat beside him, casually reaching over to steal a piece of food from his plate. Dynazenon raised an eyebrow but didn’t protest. There was something about her—her confidence and ease—that made him feel less guarded. She wasn’t trying to probe or pry. She was just… there, and that felt strangely comforting.

“So, why are you avoiding everyone here?” Dahyun asked playfully, her tone light but genuinely curious.

Dynazenon let out a low chuckle, surprised by how natural the sound felt. Normally, he would have bristled at such a question, but with her, it didn’t feel like an intrusion.

“I’m not well-liked by my contemporaries,” he admitted, shrugging. “Or by Master Aragorn.”

Dahyun’s brow furrowed in confusion. How could anyone dislike him so quickly? she thought. He seemed quiet, reserved—hardly the type to stir up trouble. But there was something about him, something deeper. She could sense it. That underlying tension in his aura, the coiled energy just beneath the surface.

“Well, what if I like you?” Dahyun said defiantly, a mischievous smile playing on her lips. “You seem to be the only one here who isn’t causing a ruckus.”

Dynazenon chuckled again, the corners of his mouth twitching upward into a small but genuine smile. She’s different from the others, he realized. Not trying to impress anyone, not trying to tear me down. Just… herself.

“This isn’t the type of scene that would rile me up,” he said with a wry grin, trying to mask the vulnerability behind his words. Dahyun tilted her head, intrigued. “Oh, and what kind of place would make you?”

“An arena,” Dynazenon replied without hesitation, surprising even himself with the ease of his answer.

Dahyun raised her eyebrows, intrigued even more. An athlete, she mused, noting the way he carried himself. He was built strong, steady, like a warrior, but there was a tension in him that suggested a readiness to explode at any moment. He’s not just reserved—there’s a fire in him. A controlled one, but it’s there.

“Oh, an athlete who’s also reserved. I like it,” she teased, plucking another piece of food from his plate.

Dynazenon watched her with mild amusement. She’s bold. Unafraid. And she doesn’t seem to care about whatever reputation I’ve built up. He was used to people either avoiding him or outright challenging him, but Dahyun was neither. She was just… present. It was a strange but welcome feeling.

He glanced at her, studying her expression. There was a genuine interest in her eyes, not the cold curiosity of someone trying to measure his worth, but rather the warmth of someone simply trying to understand. Maybe she’s different from the others, he thought, allowing himself to lower his guard just a bit more. Maybe she’s not looking for a fight, not judging me for who I’ve been labeled to be.

Dahyun, on her part, found herself growing more intrigued by Dynazenon. He’s like a puzzle, she thought, calm on the surface but there’s so much going on underneath. The way he moves, the way he talks—it’s like he’s always ready for something to go wrong, like he’s bracing himself for the next attack. But he doesn’t seem hostile. Just… watchful.

She could sense the quiet storm within him, the anger that simmered just beneath his calm exterior. But instead of being repelled by it, she found herself wanting to understand him more. He’s someone who’s been burned before, someone who doesn’t trust easily, she realized. But there’s more to him than just that anger. He’s watchful, yes, but also protective.

He looked at that girl earlier like he wanted to protect her, even though she clearly doesn’t like him. That says something. The two sat there, in an almost comfortable silence, sharing the plate of food without any need for more words. Despite the noise of the hall, the clamor of people around them, there was a strange sense of peace between them. It was rare for Dynazenon to feel this way, especially around strangers, but with Dahyun, there was no pressure to perform, no need to prove himself.

I could get used to this, Dynazenon thought as he glanced at her, feeling a small sense of relief. Maybe not everyone here is out to judge me. Maybe some people are just… like her. Maybe some people are worth letting in.

Dahyun smiled softly, sensing his quiet acceptance of her presence. He’s not as cold as he seems. Just careful. That’s okay. I can work with care, she thought, feeling the beginnings of a friendship in the making.

As they sat quietly Dynazenon heard a yelp for help. It was Wonhee’s voice at first he ignored it until he heard “I don't want this. go away!” much clearer. he turned away from Dahyun and said,

“I am sorry but my Bratty sister may be in trouble please excuse me while I go find her. As Dynazenon looks for Wonhee he sheds the timidness and hesitation its time for action. Dahyun watched Dynazenon with fascination from across the room. The apprentice Codex Keeper who had seemed awkward and unsure of himself was gone, replaced by someone entirely different. Where did this confidence come from? she wondered, her curiosity growing. He moved like a predator now, a lion on the hunt, and despite the danger, Dahyun found herself drawn to him. He’s not like the others. They put on masks and talk in circles, but he’s different. She remembered their earlier conversation—the way he had smiled at her, genuinely, without pretense. Even now, he’s thinking of someone else, Dahyun realized. His focus wasn’t on making a spectacle or proving himself; it was on protecting the girl. There’s something noble in that, she thought. But when she saw the surge of purple energy around him, a knot of worry tightened in her chest. That power—does he even know what he’s doing? She felt a strange sense of both awe and concern for Dynazenon. He was unlike anyone she had met before, and despite the uncertainty swirling around him, Dahyun couldn’t help but think, Maybe I was right to approach him. There’s something more to him, something worth seeing through.

He walks through the crowd ambivalent to the stares he received. As Dynazenon moved through the crowd, responding to Wonhee’s cry, Lorgar observed his apprentice with a mixture of pride and apprehension. He moves decisively now. No hesitation, no second-guessing, Lorgar thought, watching Dynazenon shed the timidness that had plagued him earlier. But will he control his power, or will his emotions overwhelm him again? Lorgar had seen this before—an apprentice at the cusp of greatness, yet held back by inner conflict. The purple energy swirling around Dynazenon gave him pause. He’s tapping into his psionics and magic without realizing it. If he doesn’t master this soon, it could consume him. Despite his concerns, Lorgar couldn’t deny that there was raw potential in his apprentice, but potential was a double-edged sword. Magnus saw something in him, but I wonder if even my brother understands the fire he’s lit.

As he was searching he bumped into the codex keeper Son. Dynazenon apologized for spilling his drink as he kept searching for Wonhee. Son was surprised to see Doflamingo at this ceremony and said “Wait a minute there cowboy. Whats got you in a hurry?” “I was asked by Lady Sunshine to watch her apprentice, and I have lost track of her.”

Hearing the ward witch’s name caused Son to immediately back off. He wanted no part of the lady who had melted a dude’s spine with just her magic. So Dynazenon was able to continue his search. Lady Sunshine, standing next to Lorgar, noticed the subtle shift in Dynazenon’s demeanor, and it worried her. There’s that anger again, simmering just beneath the surface. She had seen it earlier when she used True Sight on him, a coiling fury masked by a facade of restraint. It’s only a matter of time before it boils over.

What then? As she watched him push past Codex Keeper Son without a second thought, Lady Sunshine’s thoughts turned to her own apprentice, Wonhee. He feels responsible for her, even if he calls her a brat. But can he protect her without losing control? Sunshine could feel Dynazenon’s power expanding, raw and untempered, as he moved with purpose. He’s strong, but unstable. Is it enough to trust that he’ll grow into this power, or are we letting a dragon loose in a world unprepared for it? Her concern for Dynazenon was mixed with admiration—there was something undeniably captivating about his defiance, even in the face of danger. He reminds me of Orion. Full of rage and strength but always teetering on the edge. One wrong step and…

Eventually, he found her…alone with Valence. Wonhee appeared in distress. He calmly put a shoulder on Valence telling him to leave her alone. Valence undeterred used his psionics and pushed the apprentice aside Dynzenon crashed through the door as the energy flung him outside into a crowd of onlookers including Aragorn. Dynazenon had to make a choice.

He could ignore the situation and let Wonhee fend for herself. Or he could fight.

“You would abandon your charge to live easier.” something inside him challenged

“You know Valence only responds to force and you have were given the power to protect those like Wonhee from people like him.” the voice inside of Dynazenon added. Dynazenon hesitated until then voice said “If you don't stop Valence here you are no better than everyone else who gives into him and enables him. You are no hero just a coward.” the voice growls inside of him.

As Dynazenon confronted Valence and found himself flung across the room, Lorgar and Lady Sunshine both felt a spike of tension. Lorgar’s fists tightened at his sides. He’s lost control again. Why can’t he just rein it in? Yet as he saw his apprentice surrounded by Codex Masters with their swords pointed at his throat, Lorgar felt a flicker of understanding. He’s protecting someone. He’s angry, yes, but that anger comes from somewhere deeper—a need to shield others from harm. Lorgar’s initial anger began to fade, replaced by a begrudging respect. Maybe he’s not so different from how I was at his age.

Lorgar and Lady Sunshine hear the growl from Dynazenon and watch as streaks of Purple energy swirl and arc around him as he races across the hall. The hear a light commotion as they race to him having seen most of everything. By the time they reach him Dynazenon is surrounded by 5 Codex masters swords pointed at his throat and a pummeled Valence on the ground with a crying Wonhee.

Lady Sunshine, however, remained on edge. This is exactly what I was afraid of. He can’t just fight his way through every problem. Seeing the bruised and crying Wonhee only amplified her concerns. But he did what he thought was right. He acted when no one else did. Sunshine glanced at Lorgar, hoping he understood the gravity of the situation. If we don’t teach him to channel this power, this anger… it’s only a matter of time before it consumes him, or worse, destroys him. Lorgar looked upon his pupil angrily.

“What did I tell you?” he demanded

Dynazenon still caught in his fury and fervor responded in equal measure, “I can't remember I was too busy watching over this brat.” he yelled gesturing to Wonhee.

Lorgar took a moment and pieced the scene together as did Lady Sunshine. They calmed down and asked Dynazenon what happened. From her vantage point, Dahyun saw the full display of Dynazenon’s power—and his vulnerability. She watched as he fought, not just against Valence, but against the expectations, the judgment of those around him, and perhaps, most of all, his own self-doubt.

He didn’t care that the entire room was watching. He acted. And as the scene unfolded, she found herself more intrigued than ever by Dynazenon. I knew there was more to him than he let on. He’s not just powerful—he’s dangerous in a way that excites me. Despite her concern, Dahyun couldn’t help but smile faintly. I think I’ll stick around and see what happens next.

This expanded scene provides more depth to the internal thoughts of Lorgar, Lady Sunshine, and Dahyun as they observe Dynazenon’s actions, highlighting their differing perspectives—Lorgar’s cautious respect, Sunshine’s concern mixed with admiration, and Dahyun’s growing fascination with Dynazenon’s unique combination of power and vulnerability.

The next day Dynazenon sat uncomfortably in front of internal affairs. He sat in terrified silence as he awaited his turn. In the office Wonhee sat retelling her side of the story

Aragorn sat behind his desk, his gaze piercing as he observed the young apprentice before him. The room was dimly lit, the stone walls of the Codex Keepers’ headquarters giving the space an air of quiet authority. His fingers steepled under his chin, Aragorn’s eyes rested on Wonhee, who sat opposite him. She looked nervous, but there was a steely determination beneath her surface.

“Wonhee,” Aragorn began, his voice deep and measured. “I need you to explain to me, in your own words, what happened during the incident with Valence and Dynazenon.”

Wonhee shifted uncomfortably in her seat, unsure of how much to reveal. She had been dreading this conversation, knowing that Valence was Aragorn’s prized apprentice. But she also knew she couldn’t lie about what had happened. Taking a deep breath, she began, her voice steady but low.

“Throughout the night, I was trying to avoid Dynazenon,” she admitted, her eyes flicking up to meet Aragorn’s. “Lady Sunshine had asked him to keep an eye on me, and… I didn’t like that. It felt stifling. I know Dynazenon meant well, but I didn’t want to be constantly watched.” Aragorn listened carefully, his expression unreadable. So this wasn’t Dynazenon failing his task by negligence, he thought. She was deliberately trying to escape him.

“I tried to find spaces where he wasn’t watching me,” Wonhee continued, “places where I could just… breathe. Eventually, I came across a room at the back of the hall where Valence was.”

At the mention of his apprentice, Aragorn’s gaze sharpened, but he said nothing. He gestured for her to continue, his face a stoic mask.

“At first, I didn’t think anything of it,” Wonhee said, her voice faltering slightly. “Valence is one of the senior apprentices, and I figured it would be safe to be around him. But… he wasn’t acting the way I expected.” She hesitated, clearly reluctant to speak ill of someone under Aragorn’s tutelage. Aragorn remained still, his mind racing as he observed the unease in her body language. Valence… what did you do?

“Go on,” Aragorn said quietly, his tone encouraging but firm. Wonhee swallowed hard, then spoke again, her voice barely above a whisper. “He… made a move on me. I told him I didn’t want it, and I tried to fight him off, but he wouldn’t stop. I kept telling him to leave me alone, but he wasn’t listening.”

Her hands clenched in her lap, her eyes clouded with the memory of fear. Aragorn’s jaw tightened, but he still didn’t react outwardly. Valence had been one of my most promising students, he thought. Why didn’t I see this?

“I was trying to push him away when Dynazenon came in,” Wonhee said, her voice growing stronger. “He didn’t hesitate for a second. He told Valence to leave me alone, but Valence… he didn’t back down. He used his psionics to throw Dynazenon across the room.”

Aragorn’s brow furrowed. The fact that Valence had resorted to violence against a fellow apprentice was shocking enough, but the deeper implications were unsettling. What has Valence been hiding from me? “But Dynazenon… he didn’t stop,” Wonhee continued. “Even after being thrown across the room, he got up and came back. I could feel his anger, but it wasn’t just rage. It was like… he was protecting me, like he was doing what he thought was right.”

Wonhee paused, looking down at her hands. “I’ve never seen anything like it. He was furious, but his anger wasn’t reckless. He pummeled Valence to the ground, but I don’t think he would’ve killed him. He was… controlled, even though it didn’t seem that way.”

Aragorn sat back in his chair, his mind whirling. Controlled rage, he thought. That’s not something I would have associated with Dynazenon before. I had heard the rumors—his instability, his unorthodox methods—but this…

The silence in the room thickened as Aragorn processed her words. He had always viewed Dynazenon with suspicion, especially after hearing of his volatile nature and his tendency to challenge authority. But what Wonhee was describing was different. It wasn’t a display of raw power for its own sake—it was the actions of someone protecting another, someone who couldn’t stand by and watch an injustice unfold.

“Do you believe,” Aragorn asked after a long pause, “that Dynazenon acted out of duty? Or was it something else?”

Wonhee met Aragorn’s gaze and nodded. “I think he acted because he felt responsible for me. He was watching over me all night, even when I didn’t want him to. And when he heard me in trouble, he didn’t hesitate.” Aragorn leaned forward, his hands resting on the desk. “And Valence… how did he respond?”

Wonhee’s face darkened. “Valence didn’t care. He only backed down when Dynazenon forced him to. If it hadn’t been for Dynazenon, I don’t know what would’ve happened.”

Aragorn nodded slowly, a heavy weight settling in his chest. He had trusted Valence with so much, and now that trust had been shattered. But what troubled him more was the fact that he had misjudged Dynazenon so completely.

For so long, Aragorn had viewed Dynazenon as a potential threat—a wild card who might disrupt the order of the Codex Keepers. But now, seeing him through Wonhee’s eyes, he realized there was far more to the apprentice than he had initially believed. Dynazenon wasn’t just a reckless force; he was driven by something deeper, something Aragorn hadn’t fully appreciated before.

“Thank you, Wonhee,” Aragorn said quietly, his voice softer than before. “You’ve given me much to think about.” Wonhee nodded and rose to leave. But before she exited the room, Aragorn called her back.

“One last thing,” he said, his voice laced with a newfound respect. “What do you think of Dynazenon now?”

Wonhee hesitated, then answered firmly. “He saved me. I don’t know him well, but I know this—he’s someone I’d want watching my back.” Aragorn nodded, watching her leave. He sat alone in his office, the weight of the night’s events pressing down on him. Dynazenon… perhaps I was wrong about you. The image of Dynazenon standing over Valence, surrounded by Codex Masters with swords at his throat, flashed in his mind.

For the first time, Aragorn began to see the apprentice not as a loose cannon, but as someone who might just be necessary for the future of the Codex Keepers. Someone capable of protecting those who couldn’t protect themselves.

He’s dangerous, Aragorn thought, but perhaps that’s exactly what we need.

After dismissing the ward witch, Aragorn brought in Dynazenon. He activated his true sight at its highest capacity, carefully observing the young man as he entered. Dynazenon walked in, nervous but resolute, and Aragorn immediately noted how much calmer his aura was compared to their previous encounters. It surprised him when the first words out of Dynazenon’s mouth were an apology.

“I’m sorry for ruining the night,” Dynazenon said earnestly.

Aragorn waved it off. “Your apology, while appreciated, isn’t necessary.

I’ve spoken with Codex Keeper Son, Ward Witch Wonhee, and Dahyun. Their accounts of your actions were surprisingly noble. You won’t be punished or admonished for what happened with my apprentice, but I do have a few questions, if you don’t mind.”

Dynazenon nodded silently, bracing himself for the interrogation. “The first question is simple,” Aragorn began, “why did you attack my pupil?”

Dynazenon let out a sigh, considering his words. “While I wasn’t entirely sure what was happening, your pupil was suspiciously close to Wonhee, and she was crying. I could have taken more time to assess the situation, but… with Wonhee being underage, I couldn’t take the risk.”

Aragorn nodded at this explanation. Dynazenon’s words were honest, but Aragorn could sense he was still holding something back. “How did you know Wonhee isn’t of age?” Aragorn pressed. “Her cultural markings aren’t complete,” Dynazenon answered without hesitation. “The small crescents on her cheeks would be full lunar marks if she were fully of age.”

Again, a truthful answer—but Aragorn felt something deeper being concealed. He studied Dynazenon’s calm yet guarded demeanor. There was something else, a hidden part of this young man that Dynazenon was not revealing.

“You’re hiding something,” Aragorn stated, his voice steady but probing. “Something important. I can’t help you unless you’re honest with me.” Dynazenon hesitated for a long moment before answering. “There’s a part of me that isn’t normal. It pushes me to act, especially when others hesitate. You saw a glimpse of it last night—that purple energy.”

Aragorn’s eyes widened slightly. “That wasn’t psionics or magic?” Dynazenon shook his head. “I can’t do either, but this part of me can mimic their effects.”

At first, controlling this force proved difficult for Dynazenon. It was insatiable, relentless in its desire to grow and overpower everything else. As Dynazenon spoke, small arcs of purple energy began to dance around him, filling the room with a subtle but palpable charge. Aragorn, ever the scholar, watched intently as the energy flowed, listening to its hum. “Never be afraid. Never cower. Protect. Fight. Win,” Aragorn heard in Dynazenon’s voice, but the words came from the energy itself. However, in the darker swirls of the power, Aragorn heard something else. “Purge weakness. Fell the tyrant. Crush evil.”

Aragorn turned his gaze toward Dynazenon, who seemed unaware of the dual nature of his power, merely guiding it without fully understanding its origins. This was not ordinary aura manipulation or psionics; this was something ancient and dangerous. Aragorn marveled at the potential, but also sensed the deep risks associated with it. “Withdraw your power,” Aragorn commanded gently.

Dynazenon obeyed, and the energy swiftly retreated back into him. Aragorn watched as the young man calmed, the air still buzzing faintly with the residual power.

“You’re an unsettling individual,” Aragorn said thoughtfully. “But unsettling might be exactly what we need right now. I foresee a rift forming within the Codex Keepers. Many of them view their position as nothing more than a status symbol, a stepping stone to greater influence. While the role may grant that, it was never meant to be glorified in such a way.” Aragorn paused, reflecting on the implications of what he was about to offer. “It may be too late for my own apprentice, but not for you. Come to this office on your off days, and I will help you master both your power and your soul. They seem to be intrinsically tied.”

Dynazenon was taken aback. “Oh, um… okay, sir.”

“Please, enough with the formalities,” Aragorn rebuked gently. “Aragorn is fine.”

Dynazenon nodded, still processing the unexpected offer as he left the office. Aragorn sat back, contemplating the conversation and what it meant for the future of the Codex Keepers. Meanwhile, outside the office…

Valence had been listening from the shadows, his face twisted in barely contained rage. His master—his master—had just praised that nobody, that whelp, Dynazenon, as if he were some rising star. Noble? Heroic? Valence’s fists clenched as his pulse quickened, his thoughts racing. Since when does Aragorn praise someone like that?

Valence’s pride, already bruised from his earlier confrontation with Dynazenon, now boiled over into a seething resentment. He had been Aragorn’s chosen apprentice for years, mastering manipulation, subtlety, and psionics, yet Aragorn had never spoken of him in the same glowing terms he used for Dynazenon. It stung. Deeply.

I’ve proven myself time and again, and for what? To be cast aside for a novice? he thought bitterly.

The praise Dynazenon received felt like a slap in the face. Valence had always been careful to maintain an air of composure, but he could feel that facade slipping. He needed to do something. His grip tightened as he replayed the conversation in his head. Then, a dark thought came to him—a memory.

Charlemagne, the newly appointed Loremaster of Diplomacy, had recently approached him. Charlemagne had whispered of opportunities, of a mentorship that focused on expanding political power rather than psionic mastery. Charlemagne’s offer had seemed redundant at the time, given Aragorn’s already formidable guidance. But now… Valence felt a sudden surge of temptation.

Why continue to chase after Aragorn’s approval when Charlemagne has already seen my potential? Valence thought, his anger slowly morphing into cold calculation. Charlemagne’s offer had been enticing, the chance to learn how to influence and manipulate the political landscape, to be a true master of the Codex Keepers’ hidden power structures. He could feel the pull. Where Aragorn seemed to drift toward idealism, Charlemagne embodied ruthless ambition. Valence’s lip curled as he considered his options.

If Aragorn wants Dynazenon, he can have him. But when the time comes, I’ll be the one pulling the strings behind the scenes, not some glorified apprentice.

Valence straightened up, his decision made. He would meet with Charlemagne. Let Dynazenon bask in Aragorn’s favor for now. It wouldn’t last forever.

Absolutely! Here’s the expanded scene detailing Dynazenon’s training regimen under Lorgar and Aragorn, highlighting the different but equally taxing challenges he faces:

The first week of training under both Lorgar and Aragorn was grueling for Dynazenon. From the moment the sun broke the horizon, it felt like he was thrown into a tempest of knowledge and physical demands. Each day began with Lorgar, the stern but wise master of combat and strategy. The mornings were cold and quiet, the only sound the rustling of leaves as Dynazenon arrived at the training grounds. Lorgar stood there, a towering figure clad in battle-worn armor, his eyes sharp and assessing. “Today, we focus on the mind and body,” he announced, a glint of determination in his voice.

Dynazenon would spend hours honing his combat techniques, practicing his footwork and stances against Lorgar’s relentless onslaught. Each strike felt like it held a lesson; each dodge tested his reflexes. “You must learn to predict your opponent’s moves,” Lorgar instructed, his voice a low growl. “Combat is not just physical; it’s a mental game.” After sparring, the training shifted to psionic exercises, where Lorgar pushed Dynazenon to connect with his energy, to visualize the flow of power within him. “Feel it,” Lorgar urged, “and direct it. Your emotions can become your greatest weapon, but they can also be your downfall. Control is essential.”

Dynazenon often found himself drained, both physically and mentally, as he grappled with the challenges of combat and the complexities of harnessing his abilities. Lorgar was relentless, demanding not only skill but also a deeper understanding of the art of war. As the afternoon sun reached its zenith, Dynazenon shifted gears to study under Aragorn. Here, the focus was entirely different. The air was thick with the smell of parchment and ink, and the sound of quills scratching against paper filled the room. “Knowledge is power,” Aragorn would declare, his tone both firm and encouraging. “Understanding the cultures you will interact with is paramount. Respect and knowledge go hand in hand.”

The hours spent in the library felt endless as Dynazenon immersed himself in various cultural practices, rites, and rituals. He learned the importance of customs, how to navigate complex social landscapes without causing offense. Each text was filled with the intricacies of different societies, their histories woven together like a tapestry. Next came penmanship and transcription lessons. Dynazenon struggled with his handwriting, the letters sometimes slanting awkwardly on the page. “Clarity and precision are crucial,” Aragorn reminded him, patiently guiding his hand as they worked through the intricacies of transcription. “You are not just writing; you are preserving knowledge. Treat it with the respect it deserves.”

Evenings were reserved for training with Lady Sunshine and Wonhee. Here, the atmosphere shifted again; the lessons were filled with creativity and emotional depth. Lady Sunshine taught him about the art of healing, using magic to mend not just the physical but also the emotional wounds of others. “Empathy is a healer’s greatest asset,” she would say, her voice soothing yet firm.

Wonhee, eager to learn alongside him, encouraged Dynazenon’s creativity. They practiced spells together, trying to shape their energies into tangible forms. “Focus your intent,” she advised, her own aura glowing brightly as she demonstrated. The exercises were not only exhausting but also mentally taxing, pushing Dynazenon to connect with his emotions on a deeper level.

And then there were his off hours, where Dynazenon would seek out Aragorn, his interest in the esoteric abilities pulling him into a different realm of training. Aragorn’s lessons were enigmatic, often filled with riddles and ancient philosophies that challenged Dynazenon’s understanding of power and purpose. “The true nature of your abilities lies beyond the surface,” Aragorn would say, his voice a melodic whisper. They would delve into the arcane, exploring concepts that felt both exhilarating and overwhelming. Each session left Dynazenon feeling as though he were standing on the edge of a great abyss, the potential of his powers both thrilling and terrifying.

By the end of the week, Dynazenon was a walking testament to exhaustion. His body ached from the physical training, his mind buzzed with the weight of all he had learned, and his spirit felt stretched thin as he grappled with the demands of his multifaceted training. Each master presented their lessons in unique ways, but they were united in their expectations of him. The knowledge and skills he was acquiring were like building blocks, each day adding more weight and complexity to his growing foundation. As he collapsed into bed each night, he felt the weight of a world opening before him—a world filled with potential, danger, and the promise of becoming something greater than himself. The three masters convened in the Lorgar’s Office, the air thick with the weight of their discussions. Lorgar leaned against the table, arms crossed tightly, his expression taut with concern. Lady Sunshine sat with an air of calm, her fingers gently tracing the rim of her cup. Aragorn paced thoughtfully, the light from the tall windows casting long shadows across the floor.

“Dynazenon’s progress has been nothing short of remarkable,” Lady Sunshine began, her voice warm with admiration. “He’s adapting to the teachings and has shown incredible skill in combat and the arcane arts. It’s as if he’s a natural.”

“Natural or not,” Lorgar interjected, his voice edged with frustration, “I can’t shake this feeling of worry. He hasn’t manifested any psionic or magical runes yet. Despite his potential, without those foundational skills, how far can he truly go?”

Aragorn stopped his pacing and turned to Lorgar, an understanding look in his eyes. “You’re right to be concerned, but let’s not overlook what he has achieved. He’s shown the ability to learn quickly, but his psionic and magical runes haven’t appeared yet. That doesn’t mean he won’t be able to manifest them in time.”

Lorgar shook his head. “It’s not just a matter of time. It’s about understanding the core of what he is. My psionic mastery runes took years to develop, and they serve as a foundation for my skills. Without his runes, Dynazenon could falter when faced with true adversity. His growth is impressive, but it feels incomplete.”

“He’s been pushing himself nonstop for eight months,” Lady Sunshine added thoughtfully, her brow slightly furrowed. “Most apprentices hit a wall at eight weeks, at which point we usually give them their first break. Dynazenon? He hasn’t stopped once. Not even to catch his breath.” Aragorn nodded, his expression one of slight disbelief. “That’s the truly shocking part. The fact that he’s just now showing signs of exhaustion is… unprecedented. His stamina—physical, mental, and spiritual—is beyond anything I’ve seen. Eight months without pause, and he only now seems to be feeling the weight of it?”

Lorgar looked between the two, the concern in his eyes deepening. “It worries me. Not because of his dedication, but because he hasn’t hit that limit sooner. Most apprentices need that wall to humble them, to teach them the value of recovery and reflection. It’s during those moments of exhaustion that they grow the most—where they learn their limits and build their foundation. What if he’s avoiding that crucial stage by sheer force of will?”

“Or perhaps,” Aragorn suggested, “his limits are simply different. His capacity for pushing himself might be far beyond what we’re used to seeing.”

Lady Sunshine nodded slowly. “True, but even so, it’s concerning. If he doesn’t learn to recognize his own limits, he risks burning out in far more destructive ways. We’ve never seen an apprentice push for this long without proper rest. And now, after eight months, if he’s finally starting to hit that wall, what kind of toll has it already taken on him?” “Exactly,” Lorgar agreed. “His physical training, the cultural lessons, the constant practice—he’s been relentless. But without the manifestation of his psionic or magical runes, I can’t help but feel he’s overcompensating. It’s as if he’s trying to break through by sheer force, instead of letting the process happen naturally.”

Aragorn stopped pacing and looked directly at Lorgar. “You’re not wrong to be worried. But I think there’s something more going on. Dynazenon is tapping into a power that transcends the normal. While he hasn’t yet unlocked the traditional runes of psionics or magic, he’s harnessing something deeper. His soul is channeling energy in ways we haven’t fully understood.”

Lady Sunshine leaned forward, intrigued. “What do you mean? Are you suggesting he’s accessing a different kind of power?” “Yes,” Aragorn confirmed, nodding thoughtfully. “He’s channeling what I’ve tentatively named ‘Palladics.’ This energy comes from his soul rather than the heart or the mind. It’s ancient and primal, enabling him to achieve feats that even seasoned masters struggle with.” “But if he’s focusing solely on this Palladics power,” Lorgar pressed, “what does that mean for his potential in psionics or magic? If his runes don’t manifest, he risks being unable to handle situations that require those specific skills.”

“Indeed,” Aragorn agreed. “And it’s crucial that he learns to balance this newfound power with the traditional arts. We must guide him to explore his psionic abilities while still nurturing his talents in magic.” Lady Sunshine spoke softly but with conviction. “Lorgar, you have to remember that Dynazenon’s journey is uniquely his own. Just because he hasn’t manifested his runes yet doesn’t diminish his promise. Instead of comparing him to your own path, consider how you can support him.” Lorgar took a deep breath, rubbing his temples as he processed their words. “I just fear he may become reliant on this Palladics power and neglect the foundational skills he needs to survive in the world. He may need psionic abilities to navigate the political landscape or combat situations that require more than raw power.”

“Then we must be vigilant,” Aragorn asserted. “It’s our responsibility to ensure he doesn’t overlook those vital skills. Encourage him to train in psionics and magic alongside his unique abilities. We can help him forge a path that incorporates all aspects of his potential.”

The next morning Dynozenon woke up and all of his accumulated fatigue Finally hit him. He sighed and forced himself up. When he wanted nothing more to go back to bed and back to his dream about Dahyun. He remembered she should be coming back today after completing an expedition so he'd have to sneak her in. As he went through his morning routine however he just decided that he was done not taking care of himself and earned the break. so he went to his master and said, "I am sorry boss but I need some semblance of time off. So I am taking it now and will be off for the next month. I am fried, burnt out, and fraying at the edges."

Lorgar smiled and said, "I am surprised it took you this long. Most apprentices hit this point at 8 weeks, and you're doing three times the work. Enjoy your time off." Doflamingo nodded and went out for the day to wait for Dahyun at the port she was supposed to come into. Doflamingo arrived at Dahyun’s predicted port of landing where he waited Doflamingo stood at the edge of the bustling spaceport, his arms crossed, scanning the crowd for any sign of Dahyun. The hum of transport shuttles, the clatter of footsteps, and the murmur of travelers swirled around him, but his mind was elsewhere—sifting through the whirlwind of the past year.

Eight months of training, he thought. He had thrown himself into everything—cultural studies, combat, the relentless lessons with Lorgar and Aragorn. The weight of those hours spent poring over ancient rites, the burn in his muscles from endless combat sessions, and the heavy silence in the moments when his psionic runes still refused to manifest. And yet, in all of it, there was a deep sense of purpose. He had come so far, but why did he still feel… incomplete?

He glanced at the chronometer ticking down, noting how much time had passed since his first meeting with Dahyun. She had come into his life unexpectedly, and somehow, the quiet moments he shared with her had become the still points in the chaos. Her energy balanced his own in ways that he couldn’t have anticipated. And yet, he wondered how she saw him now. Did she understand the battles he fought—the one against Valence, the struggle within himself to master powers that didn’t fit into any category? He sighed.

The past year had also brought some revelations that he wasn’t sure how to process. The talk with Aragorn about his soul’s power still rattled in his mind. Palladics. A power tied not to the heart or mind, but to the core of his very being—his soul. He didn’t even fully understand what it meant, only that it felt more natural than magic or psionics, and yet somehow more dangerous. It was a part of him, ancient and fierce, a force that whispered of both creation and destruction. No wonder it unnerved even the Codex Keepers.

He thought of the conversations with Lorgar and Lady Sunshine, their concerns over his progress, the discussions about how he’d hit the wall only now—months after most apprentices had. He’d been pushing himself harder than anyone, and now, finally, it was starting to catch up to him. His body ached in ways that weren’t purely physical. His soul—his power—was demanding more, straining against the limits of his mortal frame. And yet, here he was, waiting at a spaceport, feeling as though all that progress had yet to manifest in the ways he wanted. Was he cursed was he doomed by fate?

Through it all, though, Dahyun had been a constant presence. He thought of their first meeting, her teasing confidence as she stole food from his plate. The ease with which they had slipped into a rhythm, unspoken, effortless. He didn’t feel like he had to prove anything to her; she just saw him, and in a way that didn’t demand answers or power. That was something no training could provide.

The doors of the spaceport hissed open, and a familiar figure stepped through. Dahyun, looking as calm and composed as ever, though her eyes sparkled with that same curiosity that had intrigued him from the beginning.

Doflamingo’s heart beat a little faster, but he kept his expression neutral, only allowing a small smile to break through. It’s been a year, he thought, and somehow, I still don’t know where this path is leading me. Dahyun spotted him and waved, her pace quickening slightly as she weaved through the crowd. As she approached, he straightened, taking in the reality of the moment. For all the uncertainty, for all the questions swirling in his head, one thing remained clear: he wasn’t walking this path alone.

Dahyun smiled as she approached Doflamingo. “You look tired,” she teased. Doflamingo nodded and said, “I am” Dahyun laughed and said, “Well you chose this life,” Doflamingo nodded as he walked with Dahyun.

“So I take it you are off for the time being?” she asked and Doflamingo nodded.

“Yeah for now. What about you?”

Dahyun nodded as she took Dracual’s arm in hers. She leans in closer to him and asks“ How's the training been?”

“It's been tiring but I feel good about the work I am doing.” Dahyun smiled then said, “I heard Valence graduated earlier. How do you feel about it?”

Doflamingo smiled at Dahyun and said, “I am unsure but nothing I think really matters in this regard, but right now I'm not Dynazenon. I am Doflamingo and I'm here for my friend Dahyun.” Dahyun smiled at Doflamingo’s simplicity.

“Well, then it's a good thing I'm off too.” The couple arrives at Dahyun’s home a little later. Following their arrival at Dahyun’s home, Doflamingo can feel the weight of his exhaustion begin to ease in the comfort of her space. They settle in, slipping into an easy rhythm as they prepare tea and sit by the window, looking out at the quiet, star-strewn night beyond.

As they talk, Dahyun senses something unspoken in him, a tension that the recent months of relentless training haven’t erased. She gently nudges him to open up, and gradually, he shares his uncertainties: about his progress, his stalled psionic abilities, and the recent revelation from Aragorn about his “Palladics”—a power he barely understands. Dahyun listens with a quiet intensity, absorbing his worries without judgment. She notices he hesitates a bit when talking about everything but she chalks it up to nerves. She reassures him that he doesn’t have to figure everything out all at once. She reminds him of the growth he’s achieved and the lives he’s impacted—especially hers. “Sometimes,” she says, “strength isn’t about conquering powers or mastering abilities. Sometimes it’s about allowing yourself to just be.”

Doflamingo nodded as Dahyun leaned into him. That was until he heard the chime of the emergency service alert. Dahyun watches as Doflamingo’s countenance drastically changes with a sad knowingness. He gets up and Silently says to himself,

“So it begins,” he turns to Dahyun and says,

“Hey, so I am going to be gone for a while. If in the slim statistical chance, we don't see each other again. I have liked you for some time and after I am back I'd love to go out with you on a date.” Dahyun chuckled and then said,

"What if I want you right here right now?" she asked seductively.

Doflamingo hesitated until Dahyun got up and brought him in for a kiss. she held his face as she brought him in closer. she drank in his vulnerabiltiy and shock as his brain short circuited at her actions.

"You have no idea how long I have waited to do that,"

Doflamingo blinked as he felt an unfamiliar heat swell within his body, before kissing Dahyun back. She melted into his touch as she happily let his tongue invade her mouth. Spit and moans swapped between their mouths as new sensations drove them to new expressions of intimacy. Sadly, this couldn't last as Dahyun got another call. Doflamingo sighed before getting up and leaving.

"See you around," he said sadly.

The next day, Chowon walked through the busy hangar bay, her face glowing with excitement at the call she’d received for the peace expedition to Theros. Just as she turned the corner, she collided with a large figure, solid and unmoving. She looked up, taking in the man’s towering height, his mechanized helmet obscuring his face and an ethereal, faintly shimmering cape draped over his broad shoulders.

“Oh! Sorry for running into you,” she said, tilting her head up with a cheerful smile. Her eyes sparkled with genuine curiosity and friendliness as she gazed at him, her optimism shining through.

The man hesitated, momentarily taken aback by the warmth radiating from her. He’d grown used to people reacting to him with caution or fear, but her openness seemed to reach him, cracking the armor around his heart just a little.

“No, ma’am, the apology should be from me. I wasn’t paying attention and bumped into you,” he responded, his voice deep and modulated by the mechanized system in his helmet, hiding the softer tone beneath.

Chowon smiled wider. “Well, let’s both share the blame, since I wasn’t looking either.” She extended a hand, a gesture so simple yet sincere. “I’m Chowon. What’s your name?”

For a moment, he was silent. No one had asked him his name with such genuine interest in… well, he couldn’t remember how long. “My name is… Dyna,” he finally replied.

Chowon’s face lit up, her joy pure and unguarded. “Well, Dyna, can we be friends?”

The words struck him. Friends? He glanced down at her outstretched hand and hesitantly reached out, clasping her hand in his. Her grip was small but strong, and as he shook her hand, he felt something strange and unexpected—warmth. Despite the cold fury he knew simmered within him, the touch of her hand somehow made him feel safe, as if a spark of kindness had seeped through his armor, however briefly.

The two began walking together, Chowon’s step light and confident. As they moved through the hangar, she looked up at him. “So, Dyna, where are you headed?”

“I’m part of the peace negotiation team for Theros,” he said, his voice carrying a note of quiet strength.

“Oh, really? Me too!” Chowon beamed. “Wouldn’t it be something if we were neighbors on board?”

A small smile tugged at the corner of his mouth, hidden behind the helmet. Falling into the warmth of her presence, he nodded, “I hope so.”

As they reached her luggage, Chowon stumbled slightly under the weight of one of her bags. Before she could adjust it, Dyna reached down and gently took her bags. “Allow me,” he said, easily lifting them with one hand.

Chowon’s eyes widened, a hint of admiration flashing in them. “Thank you, Dyna! You know, you’re not only strong, but very considerate too.”

Her words, so earnest and unguarded, caused something in him to soften. He’d faced down warriors, stared down foes on the battlefield, and withstood countless harsh words in his lifetime, but this small act of kindness—a simple ‘thank you’ from someone who truly meant it—touched him deeply.

They walked side by side to the embarkation zone, her easy chatter filling the silence. “Have you been on peace expeditions before?” she asked, glancing up at him with genuine curiosity.

“Not quite like this one,” he admitted. “It’s… a different experience.”

“Well,” she said, her voice cheerful yet gentle, “if this is your first peace mission, maybe it’s a sign of good things to come. Peace can be hard, but it’s also worth it, don’t you think?”

Dyna didn’t answer immediately. Her innocent confidence felt strange yet oddly comforting to him. He’d fought so many battles, and believed in power as the only solution, and yet this young, unguarded person spoke of peace like it was a strength in itself.

“Yes,” he said finally, almost to himself. “Maybe it is.”

As they boarded, Chowon looked at him one more time, her smile as bright as a sunrise. “I’m glad we’re on this mission together, Dyna.”

And as he took his place beside her, for the first time in a long time, he felt his icy resolve begin to thaw, the walls around his heart cracking as this girl, with all her innocence and determined hope, unknowingly became a small beacon of warmth in his world.

Jiu and Orion lingered at the entrance, observing the crew they’d be working alongside on this critical expedition to Theros. The lineup was impressive: familiar faces, seasoned in the rigors of psionic and magical arts, filled with names like Lorgar, Lady Sunshine, Magnus the Red, Dahyun, Gahyun along with newer figures like the prodigious Hanni and the ambitious Valence, and Charlemagne. It was the largest gathering of Ward Witches and Codex Keepers Jiu had ever seen for a single mission, and for a moment, she felt a sense of comfort amidst the growing concerns about Theros and the ever-present tensions of peacekeeping.

As Jiu and Orion approached, they exchanged casual greetings with the group. Jiu’s smile brightened when she spotted Lady Sunshine’s new apprentice, Wonhee, a young Ward Witch with a vibrant energy that balanced Lady Sunshine’s calm presence. But there was a conspicuous absence that Jiu immediately noted.

“Hey, where’s Doffy? We’ve heard so much about him,” she asked, turning to Lorgar.

Lorgar gave a brief sigh. “I thought it would be best not to bring him along. His family is on Tikumanjaro, which is currently occupied by Theros. His impartiality would have been compromised.”

Orion nodded, understanding the caution. “That makes sense. You need someone here without personal stakes in this conflict.”

Just as they finished their conversation, a cheerful voice broke through the air.

“Hi, friends!” Chowon called, approaching with a bright smile. She practically bounced toward the group, her youthful energy infectious as she greeted each member enthusiastically, showering them with handshakes and high-fives. Her innocence was palpable, a refreshing lightness that seemed almost out of place amidst the weighty task ahead.

As Chowon reached each person, the group smiled back at her, their usual guarded stances softening in response to her optimism. Even Valence, typically more reserved, couldn’t help but give a small smile when Chowon clasped his hand and gave it an earnest shake. Her confidence and sincerity were endearing, and for a moment, the looming dread of the mission seemed to lift, replaced by the warmth of Chowon’s innocent determination.

But behind her, an armored figure approached—a towering, armored presence that immediately caught the group’s attention. Unlike Chowon, who exuded friendliness and hope, the man’s aura was cold, calculated, and undeniably intense. His steps were measured, and his gaze, though obscured by the mechanized helmet, seemed to pierce each of them with a silent, assessing focus. The group tensed, feeling the chilling weight of his aura pressing upon them.

Yet, amid the unease, there was a strange familiarity. Though unsettling, his energy resonated with something they’d felt before, as if they were encountering an echo of a presence they had once known. Lorgar’s eyes narrowed slightly, studying the armored man with newfound curiosity. It wasn’t an exact resemblance, but the sensation of his aura—the particular blend of authority and restrained power—hinted at a depth that wasn’t entirely foreign.

“Who… is that?” Dahyun murmured to Jiu, her voice barely a whisper.

“This is Dyna,” Chowon replied softly. “A psionic and magic mercenary.”

“‘Mercenary’?” Valence echoed, his tone laden with skepticism as he observed the man. The unsettling familiarity of Dyna’s aura gnawed at him, pulling up instincts forged over years of intense training. Where Chowon’s energy had softened the group’s typical defenses, Dyna’s presence was as sharp and chilling as the edge of a blade.

Chowon, oblivious to the group’s discomfort, turned back to Dyna and beckoned him forward, smiling brightly. “Come on, Dyna! These are my new friends. Everyone, this is Dyna. He’ll be joining us on the mission to Theros!”

The group exchanged wary glances, hesitating before responding. Lorgar cleared his throat and managed a nod, though his posture remained tense. He wasn’t sure what unsettled him more—the fact that Dyna felt so completely out of place among the Ward Witches and Codex Keepers or the strange, haunting echo that lingered in his aura, like an old memory surfaced unbiddenly.

“Nice to… meet you, Dyna,” Lorgar finally said, extending a cautious hand. Dyna hesitated, then took it briefly, his grip firm yet cold, the handshake more a formality than any true attempt at camaraderie.

Orion, observing from the sidelines, noted the stark contrast between Chowon and Dyna. Chowon, who was so full of life and warmth, practically radiated optimism, pulling people toward her with effortless charm. Dyna, by contrast, seemed to create a boundary around himself, an invisible line that no one dared to cross. Where Chowon inspired trust, Dyna demanded respect—a respect born not from admiration but from a sense of guarded caution.

Finally, Aragorn leaned in, his voice low but clear. “Chowon, are you certain about Dyna’s participation?”

Chowon beamed at him, oblivious to the undertone of caution in his question. “Absolutely! He’s here to help, just like me. I know he might seem a bit… intense, but he’s good at heart.” She cast an encouraging look back at Dyna, whose silence and cold demeanor had become almost palpable. But there was a flicker of something in his stance—a tiny, unspoken gratitude directed at Chowon as if her presence alone kept his darker nature at bay.

Aragorn’s gaze softened slightly as he saw this, a silent acknowledgment of the bond between them. He still felt the heavy aura around Dyna, but perhaps, he thought, Chowon’s unwavering hope could be what tethered this man to the light.

After introductions, Chowon led Dyna through the ship’s corridors, her chatter filling the air as she commented on the various ship features and the expedition ahead. Dyna walked a step behind, carrying their bags with a silent presence that felt almost protective. As they reached their quarters, Dyna was surprised to find that their rooms were side-by-side. Beneath his mechanized visage, he felt an unanticipated warmth—one he hadn’t expected from this mission or this companion.

With a slight smile hidden under his helmet, Dyna entered his room. He closed the door, set down his helmet, and exhaled, the tension of being “on guard” easing. “Okay,” he murmured to himself, “one day down, sixty-four to go.” The long journey stretched before him, yet for some reason, the thought didn’t feel as daunting as it had before.

A soft knock at his door pulled him from his thoughts. Quickly, he slipped his helmet back on and opened the door. There stood Chowon, her face alight with curiosity, her big eyes brimming with warmth as she leaned casually against the frame.

“So,” she began, a playful glint in her eyes, “what’s your story? Why the helmet?” She tilted her head, studying him with a bright, expectant gaze that seemed to pierce through the cold metallic exterior.

Dyna hesitated, his silence only deepening her curiosity. “My identity can’t be compromised,” he finally replied, his tone carefully neutral. He noticed the slight pout that formed on her lips, amused despite himself.

Chowon shrugged and leaned in, undeterred. “Alright, well… when this is over, I’ll get to see your pretty eyes, right?”

He couldn’t help the quiet chuckle that escaped. “Pretty eyes? No. Tired, maybe. But not pretty.”

Chowon laughed softly, an unforced sound that filled the small space between them. “I’ll be the judge of that,” she replied her tone light, yet her words lingering in a way that tugged at something deeper within him. “Fine, if you won’t tell me about your eyes, then tell me about where you come from. Someone as interesting as you must have an intriguing tale.”

For a moment, Dyna stood silent, his defenses slowly lowering under her genuine curiosity. Despite the countless battles and secrets he carried, talking with her felt… safe. It was an unfamiliar feeling, one that unsettled him yet drew him in. Against his better judgment, he started to talk.

As he shared snippets of his life, carefully choosing his words to protect certain details, Chowon listened intently. She leaned against the doorway, absorbing each word with quiet attentiveness, her gaze never straying from him. He found himself revealing more than he had anticipated—his journey to becoming a mercenary, the worlds he had seen, the hard choices he’d had to make. Her expressions shifted with his words—sometimes wide-eyed with wonder, sometimes soft with empathy.

“Sounds like you’ve been through a lot,” she murmured when he paused, her voice gentle. Her empathy seemed genuine, her gaze softening as if she could see past the layers of armor to the person underneath.

Dyna looked down, the cold metal of his visor masking his momentary vulnerability. “We all have our stories, Chowon,” he replied softly, deflecting with practiced ease. “I’m just one among many.”

Chowon reached out impulsively and placed a hand on his armored forearm, her warmth breaking through the barriers he had so carefully constructed. “Maybe, but you’re here now. And you’re not alone.”

The simplicity of her words stirred something in him, a sense of connection he hadn’t felt in a long time. For a brief moment, the walls he’d put up to keep everyone at a distance seemed less necessary. He wanted to say something more, but the words escaped him.

She withdrew her hand and smiled brightly, stepping back into the hallway. “Good night, Dyna. We’ll be spending a lot of time together, so… get used to me.”

He nodded, watching her retreating form. As she disappeared down the hall, he found himself feeling both exposed and strangely at ease. This journey, it seemed, would not just be about the mission. With Chowon beside him, it might be something more—something that, despite himself, he wasn’t entirely prepared for yet felt he might not want to resist.

Meanwhile, Hanni is busy on her knees.

"Oh fuck Hanni your mouth is so good," Valence moans in his quarters, as his secret paramour's thick lips ride his shaft up and down. For context, Codex Keeper Valence, and Ward Witch Hanni have been in this romantic…no errotic entanglement since they did their first expedition. their little trysts always start out the same. Hanni pouts those thick kissable lips and Valence folds to her whims before finding a private place to satisfy the instaitable little rabbit's cravings. right now it was a desire to swallow his cum so she was slowly bobbing on his shaft gagging and using her luscious lips to wring Valence dry.

"You always taste so fucking good," Hanni commented. Valence smiled as he caressed her face before she went back to sucking him off. He didn't last long as always with lips as excellent as Hanni's and exploded in her mouth. Hanni happily drank his cum.

The expedition set off on what was meant to be a straightforward departure, but barely had they left Terra’s atmosphere when they encountered their first obstacle. A massive armada of Theros fleet ships materialized, blocking their path with an aggressive formation. Alarms blared, and a terse command echoed through the ship: they demanded Lorgar and Orion surrender immediately.

Tensions mounted as the crew gathered on the bridge, each member preparing for the worst. Before anyone could devise a plan, Dyna stepped forward, his presence commanding. In one swift motion, he summoned his weapon, True King’s Legacy, a mighty, arcane spear pulsing with psionic and magical energy. The weapon crackled with raw, controlled power, sending an almost palpable shockwave through the bridge. Chowon’s eyes widened in awe, but the rest of the crew exchanged uneasy glances, their suspicion growing.

With an almost casual gesture, Dyna unleashed a barrage of psionic and magical beams, each shot finding its mark with unerring precision. The beams slammed into the Theros ships, leaving them crippled but intact, their weapon systems and warp drives completely disabled.

A stunned silence settled over the bridge as the crew processed the display of power. They exchanged wary looks, uncertain whether to be impressed or alarmed by Dyna’s precision. His attack had been perfectly controlled, too perfectly controlled. Most mages or psionics, even those with years of training, would struggle to achieve such restraint in the heat of battle, especially against a fleet of this magnitude.

Finally, Lorgar spoke, his voice a careful mix of curiosity and concern. “How did you know you could strike only their weapon systems and drives? That level of control is… rare.”

Dyna met his gaze with a calm confidence. “I practiced,” he replied simply. “I’ve been preparing for this. I’ve known for years that the Theros people might escalate to open war.”

His explanation was direct, yet it did little to settle the suspicion growing in the crew. Chowon, however, looked unfazed, even impressed, her eyes alight with admiration. “Isn’t this great? We have someone powerful and prepared!” Her voice was filled with optimism as she beamed at Dyna, but her enthusiasm was met with uneasy glances.

Orion, watching from the sidelines, narrowed his eyes. Practiced for years? he thought, an unsettling feeling creeping over him. Dyna spoke with a certainty that seemed out of place. What kind of experience did he have to perform such precise, simultaneous attacks on multiple warships?

Dahyun leaned toward Lady Sunshine, her voice a hushed whisper. “Doesn’t it feel like he’s… holding back? Like he’s only showing us a fraction of what he can do?”

Lady Sunshine nodded slowly, her gaze fixed on Dyna, calculating and cautious. “Yes. It’s not just his strength that’s worrying, it’s his familiarity with this type of combat. There’s a difference between being prepared and… expecting war.”

As Chowon’s words tried to dispel the tension, Aragorn stepped forward, his tone both polite and probing. “Dyna, I have to ask—this weapon of yours, True King’s Legacy. It’s unlike anything I’ve ever seen. A weapon that merges psionic and magical energy to such an extent… it’s no ordinary artifact.”

Dyna shrugged off the compliment with a calmness that only raised more questions. “It’s a part of me,” he replied, as though it were the simplest thing in the world. “One learns to master what one is born with.”

The room felt charged with an unspoken suspicion as everyone separated. No one voiced their doubts directly, yet they lingered, casting cautious glances back at Dyna. His power was undeniable, but it felt veiled in secrecy—a mystery that left an uneasy feeling hanging in the air. And while Chowon’s cheerful demeanor eased the immediate tension, her words did little to silence the lingering questions in their minds.

As the days of their journey passed, Dyna and Chowon fell into a natural rhythm, their time together marked by a mix of quiet camaraderie and genuine understanding.

One day In the ship’s common area, Dyna was silently practicing his weapon handling, the weight of True King’s Legacy shifting effortlessly in his hands. Chowon sat nearby, her gaze flickering from her notes to him. He noticed her watching, a bit shy, as if unsure whether to speak up.

He paused mid-swing, lowering the weapon with a smile behind his helmet. “Want to give it a try?”

Chowon’s eyes widened, but she nodded eagerly. Dyna carefully handed her the weapon, guiding her hands to its center. As they went through each stance, Chowon’s laughter filled the air, her usual gentle demeanor tinged with excitement. She stumbled at first, nearly dropping it, but her persistence shone through, and her movements became sharper and more confident with each attempt.

When she finally handed the weapon back, breathless but beaming, Dyna felt a warmth in his chest, admiring the determination she hid beneath her soft exterior.

“It feels alive!” Chowon noted. Dyna mixed and said

“Well, that's because it is. This weapon is the last remnants of the True King Dragons and has now been with me for a very long time.” Dyna explained and to further his point True King transformed into a dragon. It was the size of the weapon roughly but held a regal respect.

Later, in the mess hall, they shared a meal. Chowon listened as Dyna shared tales of past battles, occasionally slipping into a fiery recount of events. His voice would grow passionate, his words carrying weight and conviction. But he’d always pause to check if she was still interested, with a gentle “I’m not boring you, am I?” Chowon would just shake her head, her attention rapt.

In turn, she shared stories of her own, mostly of misunderstood spells, eccentric mentors, and her struggle to make others see past her appearance. Her innocence and genuine curiosity shone through every word, but Dyna could sense her frustration, too—the doubt others cast on her because of her youthful appearance, the constant need to prove herself.

“Sometimes I think no one sees me for what I’m actually capable of,” she admitted softly.

Dyna’s gaze never wavered as he answered, “I see you, Chowon. I see exactly who you are.”

A soft blush rose in her cheeks, but her smile was grateful, her guard lowering with each moment they spent together.

One afternoon, Chowon tried to mend a damaged section of the ship’s barrier on her own. She was muttering to herself, biting her lip as she tried to figure out which spell to use. Dyna watched for a moment, impressed by her concentration and dedication, even if she struggled to recall the exact chant.

He stepped in quietly, saying, “Need some help?”

Together, they worked through the steps, Dyna guiding her with patience and precision. In moments when she’d stumble, he’d gently correct her, his tone never condescending, always encouraging. By the end, she’d mastered the barrier spell, her expression glowing with accomplishment as they watched the barrier solidify.

Chowon looked at him and said, “I’d never have figured it out without you.”

“You would’ve,” he replied simply. “I just helped you see it.”

During a quiet evening in the observation deck, the stars stretching infinitely around them, they sat side by side. Chowon sat worried about the negotiations and had this unending sense of dread. Dyna tried to console her to little avail. Realizing she needed a more personal touch Dyna took off his helmet and sat with the stressed girl. Chowon did a double take seeing his bare face for the first time. Dyna shared his helmet-free reflection on the window’s surface, allowing her a glimpse at his unmasked face for the first time. Chowon didn’t press or comment, simply sitting in quiet solidarity, respecting the intimacy of the moment.

They spoke about ambitions, fears, and the unknown future, finding quiet solace in each other’s presence. Chowon shared her dreams of bringing peace and healing to worlds in need, her words layered with vulnerability. Dyna, listening intently, understood that her outward innocence was no indication of weakness; rather, it was her strength, a steadfast faith in the good she could do.

Through these shared moments, their bond solidified, a connection neither had expected but both cherished. Dyna’s guarded demeanor softened in Chowon’s presence, and Chowon felt truly seen and appreciated for the first time in a long while. With each passing day, they grew more certain that they were not just companions on this mission—they were allies, confidants, and perhaps, something even more.

A few days after Around a long, polished table in the ship’s dining hall, Jiu, Lady Sunshine, Lorgar, and Orion sat together, immersed in conversation over a late dinner. The meal had long since moved beyond formal topics, and now, there was laughter and easy camaraderie. Lady Sunshine was recounting a story from her last mission, her face lit with an almost mischievous gleam, while Jiu shook her head, her own laughter soft and musical.

Lorgar took a sip of his drink, glancing between his companions. “And here I thought I had seen it all,” he mused, “but it seems you all have been busy these past few years.”

Orion leaned forward, his eyes reflecting a mix of nostalgia and intrigue. “Busy doesn’t even begin to cover it, Lorgar. We’ve all changed since our last time together.”

The familiar ease of their reunion was interrupted when the doors to the dining hall slid open, and Chowon stepped in, her cheerful energy lighting up the room immediately. Following behind her was Dyna, his armored figure as imposing as ever, though his posture was relaxed.

“Sorry, we’re late!” Chowon said, giving everyone a bright smile. “We just got caught up talking.”

She led Dyna over to join them, claiming an empty spot beside Jiu. Dyna hesitated, but at a gentle nudge from Chowon, he finally took a seat next to her. He inclined his head in respectful greeting, his presence somehow both quiet and commanding, his gaze flickering between the familiar faces around the table.

Lady Sunshine smiled warmly. “Well, it’s good to see you both. Chowon, I trust you’ve been keeping Dyna busy?”

“Oh, absolutely!” Chowon grinned, glancing at Dyna, who gave a subtle nod. “We’ve been all over the ship and even managed to help with the barrier spell earlier.”

Orion watched Dyna closely, his curiosity unmistakable. “Dyna, right?” he asked, his tone cordial yet probing. “I haven’t seen power like yours in some time. Mind if I ask where you trained?”

Dyna met Orion’s gaze evenly. “Mostly self-taught,” he replied with calm precision, his voice modulated but warmer than before. “But I’ve had… mentors along the way.”

There was a pause as Orion studied him, trying to discern more from Dyna’s guarded answer. But Dyna’s expression, while polite, gave little away.

“That’s impressive,” Lorgar chimed in, his own curiosity piqued. “Most who wield both psionics and magik have years of formal training.”

“Practice and persistence,” Dyna replied with a small shrug. His guarded tone softened as he added, “It’s been… an interesting journey, let’s say that.”

Chowon, noticing the weight in his words, gave him an encouraging smile. “And I can say he’s quite skilled! Not only in power but in precision.”

Orion chuckled lightly, clearly intrigued but sensing the need to change tactics. “Well, anyone who can keep up with Chowon deserves a medal.”

Dyna’s head tilted a hint of humor in his voice. “She’s definitely a challenge,” he agreed, glancing at her fondly.

Lady Sunshine raised an eyebrow. “Challenge? Oh, Dyna, you have no idea.”

Jiu leaned in, studying him thoughtfully. “You seem different from when we first saw you, Dyna,” she noted. “More… comfortable.”

Dyna paused, then gave a slight nod. “Traveling with Chowon… it’s been good for me. A reminder of what I’m here to protect.”

The table fell quiet for a moment, the group sharing a silent understanding. They sensed that Dyna was more than he seemed—a protector, a fighter, a man with his own set of codes, but one who chose his words carefully and gave little away about his past.

Orion, however, wasn’t one to let go so easily. “I’m sure your story is one worth telling,” he remarked with a pointed look. “Perhaps, in time, you’ll share it.”

Dyna’s gaze softened as he looked at the others, a hint of warmth flickering in his usually guarded expression. “Perhaps,” he replied, his tone a touch lighter. “But tonight, I’m just here to enjoy dinner with my… friends.”

Chowon’s face lit up at his words, and as the meal continued, it was clear that despite his quiet reserve, Dyna was slowly becoming part of their circle—a trusted, if enigmatic, presence in their midst.

As the expedition ship glided through the cold depths of space, the crew was finally beginning to settle into a rhythm. Halfway through their journey, a rare sense of calm had fallen over them. They were just starting to plan for the negotiations with Theros when the alarms blared through the corridors.

Dyna—always vigilant—was already on his feet, scanning the room for threats. Then, a flash of blinding light erupted outside the ship’s viewport, followed by a violent jolt as the entire vessel shuddered, throwing everyone to the ground. The emergency lights flickered to life, casting everything in a sickly red hue as the ship’s systems began shutting down one by one.

“Everyone, to the escape pods!” Lorgar shouted, his voice rising above the chaos as the crew stumbled to their feet.

As the crew scrambled to evacuate, Orion cursed, his gaze fixed on the control panel’s malfunctioning screens. The data displayed a signature that should have been impossible—one that shouldn’t have been there. Charlemagne. Orion’s expression twisted in disbelief.

Meanwhile, Charlemagne’s face appeared on the ship’s cracked display screens, smirking. “Apologies for the inconvenience, friends, but Theros made me an offer too good to refuse.” His eyes glittered with dark satisfaction. “And I have a schedule to keep.”

With that, the screen went dead, leaving the crew in stunned silence.

Realizing what had happened, Dyna didn’t hesitate. “Get moving! I’ll cover the rear and make sure everyone gets out.”

Jiu looked at him, her face pale with shock. “Dyna, you can’t hold off a full-blown attack alone!”

“I don’t plan on fighting them. Just… getting everyone out.” His voice was steady, leaving no room for argument.

One by one, the crew clambered into the escape pods, each person desperately buckling themselves in as explosions erupted closer and closer to the bridge. Dyna moved through the corridor, pulling people into the pods, forcing open doors, and carrying injured crew members. Each step he took was one closer to the heart of the chaos, where the sounds of machinery cracking under stress and flames licking at the walls filled the air.

The final escape pod held Jiu, Chowon, and Lorgar, all urgently waving for Dyna to jump in. The ship groaned as its structure began to give way, parts of the ceiling collapsing around them.

“Dyna, come on!” Chowon shouted, reaching out to him as he ran toward the pod. Just as he was about to step in, a burst of energy exploded above them, sending a spray of shrapnel down on his helmet. The force of the blast cracked it open, and the rest shattered from the impact.

As he staggered back, his face—one none of them had seen before—was revealed in full view. It was Doflamingo, Lorgar’s own apprentice, the one who hadn’t been brought along because of the occupation of Tikumanjaro.

“Doflamingo?” Lorgar breathed, his shock almost tangible.

The escape pod doors hissed shut, and with one last look at his former master, Doflamingo activated the release mechanism, sending the pod away from the disintegrating ship. He turned back to the destruction around him, a brief flicker of resolve hardening his gaze.

He watched the escape pods drift away, relieved that they were safe, as the ship around him groaned, cracking under the pressure. Just before the final explosion, he summoned all the power within him, his soul surging with strength and defiance, an unyielding fire radiating outward.

In the silence of space, the burning remains of the ship scattered, the escape pods drifting safely into the dark. And in every heart aboard, the truth sank in the unknown warrior they had come to trust was none other than Doflamingo, and he had given everything to protect them.

The escape pods streaked through the dark sky like falling stars, descending toward the closest habitable planet. In each pod, the crew braced for impact, gripping their seats as the small vessels rattled from the turbulence. When they finally hit solid ground, they stumbled out onto a strange, dense forest floor. The air was cool, the ground slightly damp, and a green mist hung low among the thick trees.

Chowon glanced up to the sky, worry tightening her heart. Doflamingo was still out there—alone in the damaged ship, facing the brutal reality of his own crash landing. The others around her started to take stock of their supplies and check for injuries, but Chowon’s focus was elsewhere. She could see him in her mind’s eye, maneuvering the ship, battered but resolute.

And then, through the canopy of clouds above, she spotted another flaming trail, the remnants of the main vessel hurtling toward the planet. A fiery streak blazed through the atmosphere before crashing in the distance, followed by a muffled but forceful shockwave that echoed across the forest.

Without thinking, Chowon broke into a sprint, the image of Doflamingo—no, Dyna—still vivid in her mind. She knew the others would likely follow, but none would reach him as fast as she could. Her feet pounded against the forest floor, her breaths coming fast and sharp as she navigated through dense trees and undergrowth. Finally, she reached the crash site.

The once-mighty ship was now a smoking ruin, pieces of the hull scattered and twisted. Among the wreckage, Doflamingo was half-buried beneath a broken panel, his face streaked with blood and grime. But he was alive, struggling to push himself free with what strength he had left.

“Dyna!” Chowon shouted, rushing over to him. She fell to her knees and gripped his arm, pulling him up just enough to get him out from under the twisted metal. Her heart swelled with relief and something else she couldn’t quite name as she saw his weary, bruised face. The remnants of his shattered helmet lay beside him, revealing every expression, every vulnerability he had hidden so carefully.

“Chowon,” he murmured, his voice hoarse, but a small, genuine smile played at his lips. “You… really didn’t have to come running like that.”

She returned his smile, gently brushing some debris from his shoulder. “Someone had to save the hero, right?” she said softly, her gaze unwavering. She helped him to his feet, slinging his arm over her shoulders as they limped back toward the others.

When they finally emerged from the trees, the rest of the group was waiting. Their expressions ranged from shock to wariness, each faced a mosaic of questions unasked.

Lorgar was the first to speak, his voice low and tinged with pain. “Doflamingo… I didn’t bring you along because I thought I couldn’t trust you here. You knew how important this mission was, and yet you… concealed yourself?”

Orion crossed his arms, his gaze icy and calculating as he studied him. “What was the plan here, Doflamingo? And how did you come by this level of power?”

Doflamingo opened his mouth, but Chowon spoke up first, her voice soft but firm, cutting through the tense silence. “Does it matter?” She met each of their gazes steadily, refusing to flinch. “He’s the reason we’re all alive. He fought to save us, even knowing he’d be hurt in the process. Dyna—Doflamingo—didn’t owe us anything, but he did it anyway.”

Lady Sunshine regarded her quietly, a small flicker of understanding in her gaze as she nodded. “There’s truth in that. Whatever questions we have can come later. Right now, we’re all here, alive, thanks to him.”

Doflamingo lowered his head, his expression a mixture of relief and guilt. “I know I deceived you all… but it was never my intention to betray any of you. Charlemagne’s actions put you in danger, and I couldn’t stand by and do nothing.”

Chowon tightened her hold on his arm, giving him a reassuring squeeze. “And you didn’t,” she said, her voice soft. “You didn’t betray us, Dyna. You protected us, and that’s all that matters.”

The others exchanged glances, and slowly, the tension began to ease, replaced by an unspoken understanding. One by one, they stepped forward, offering Doflamingo a nod, a hand on the shoulder, or a murmured word of gratitude. He felt a flicker of warmth within himself—a warmth that had begun with Chowon and now extended to the others, even as he knew they would still have questions.

For now, though, it was enough.

As the night settled in around the crash site, a quiet sense of hopelessness seemed to overtake the camp. Most of the crew sat in small, scattered groups, nursing injuries, comforting each other, or simply staring off into the dark, the weight of Charlemagne’s betrayal still hanging heavy in the air.

Doflamingo, though bruised and worn, hadn’t allowed himself to stop. Ignoring his aches and bruises, he channeled his powers, using psionics magic and palladics to pull pieces of the ship back together with deft precision. His hands moved with careful purpose, his aura flaring softly as the broken hull began to mend, inch by inch.

Chowon watched him, a sense of pride swelling in her chest. But as her gaze shifted to the others, she felt a pang of frustration. They were all capable, powerful even, and yet most of them sat idle, brooding, while Doflamingo strained himself to repair the ship. Her hands clenched into fists as she looked around the circle of tired, defeated faces.

Finally, she’d had enough. She stood up, her voice cutting through the silence with an unexpected sharpness. “Alright, listen up!” The force in her tone made everyone turn to her, taken aback by the normally soft-spoken Ward Witch’s sudden command. “You’re all sitting here feeling sorry for yourselves, when the one person who’s done the most to save us—despite everything—is over there, working alone.”

Lorgar looked at her in surprise. “Chowon, we’re trying to regroup, to assess—”

“No, what you’re doing is wallowing,” Chowon interrupted, her eyes flashing with determination. “Charlemagne betrayed us, but we’re not helpless. We have a ship, we have each other, and we have the power to fix this. But if you’re all going to sit around, I’ll be the one to say it—you’re failing this mission.”

The others exchanged glances, some of them shifting uncomfortably, but Chowon pressed on. “Doflamingo is over there, putting his life and strength on the line for us. I know some of you don’t understand him, but he’s shown more resilience and more care for all of us than I’ve seen from anyone here. We’re Ward Witches, Codex Keepers—we’re supposed to be the best, to lead in times of crisis, not to sit by when there’s work to be done.”

She took a step forward, her voice softening but remaining firm. “I’m helping him, with or without the rest of you. But if you have any respect for this mission, for yourselves, and for what we stand for, then get up and join us.”

Doflamingo looked up, his expression a mixture of surprise and admiration as Chowon’s words cut through the camp like a bolt of lightning. Slowly, one by one, the others stood, their faces shifting from shock to resolution.

Orion was the first to speak. “You’re right, Chowon. We’ve been distracted. We owe it to each other—and to Doflamingo—to pull our weight.” He turned to the others, nodding. “Let’s get to work.”

Lorgar, though still processing everything, moved over to Doflamingo’s side, nodding with silent respect. Lady Sunshine and Jiu joined in, their powers flaring as they began assisting with the repairs, levitating sections of the hull into place or welding components together with controlled bursts of psionic energy.

Chowon stepped up beside Doflamingo, giving him an encouraging smile. “You don’t have to do this alone,” she said softly. “We’re here with you.”

As they worked together, a new energy filled the air, one of shared purpose and resilience. Under Chowon’s direction, the ship began to take shape, piece by piece, each member of the crew focused on a single goal. Chowon and Doflamingo had become the unlikely heart of this mission, their dedication inspiring everyone around them.

When dawn finally broke, the ship stood rebuilt, a symbol of their shared strength and determination. Chowon glanced around at the exhausted but resolute faces, a sense of pride filling her as she realized they had succeeded not just because of their powers, but because they had chosen to rise above their doubts and come together.

From that moment on, she and Doflamingo were the unspoken leaders of the group, their actions a testament to the courage that had kept them all moving forward.

As the newly restored ship sailed through the vastness of space, the team finally settled into a quiet camaraderie, bonded by the hardships they’d overcome together. The silence felt peaceful, but there was a new, unspoken understanding among them—respect for Chowon and Doflamingo’s unrelenting spirit that had carried them all through.

Doflamingo had found himself at the ship’s observation deck, staring out into the stars, his usually guarded expression softened by a hint of ease. After all the battles, betrayals, and near-death encounters, there was a calm he hadn’t felt in years. As he watched the distant lights of planets slipping by, a voice broke the silence behind him. For a moment he wasn't burdened by visions of the future.

“Thought I might find you here.”

He turned, and there was Chowon, her gaze warm and steady. She walked up beside him, leaning against the railing and letting the quiet stretch between them for a moment. Finally, she looked up, meeting his eyes. “Doflamingo… I just wanted to say thank you. You gave everything to keep us safe out there.”

Doflamingo let out a quiet chuckle, glancing down. “I did what I had to. For everyone.” He paused, his voice softening. “For you.”

Her hand slipped over his, her fingers intertwining with his armored glove, her touch gentle but sure. “I know you did. And I know it wasn’t easy for you to keep… well, everything about yourself hidden from us. But you’ve shown me more than anyone ever has.” She paused, taking a deep breath. “And I want you to know, that no matter what others might say or think… you’re my hero. That’s my choice, and I’m proud of it.”

Doflamingo looked down at her, his usual cold gaze melting into something warmer, more vulnerable. “Chowon, I never expected anyone to see me the way you do. But… having you by my side, it’s more than I ever thought I deserved.”

She smiled, her eyes softening with a mixture of affection and determination. “Well, too bad. Because you are a hero deal with it.”

With a quiet laugh, he leaned down, his forehead resting gently against hers. They stayed like that for a moment, their surroundings forgotten as they held onto each other in the solitude of the stars.

“I like you. I like you a lot Doflamingo!” Chowon asserted confidently. Doflamingo nodded and replied

“Chowon when I'm with you everything seems better,” Chowon smiled before taking Doflamingo into a deep kiss. In that moment, Chowon’s heart swelled with pride, feeling as though she’d found her place and purpose in this chaotic universe. They weren’t just partners on this mission; they were each other’s anchor, their bond forged in fire and tempered by trust. When she broke the kiss the two of them, they stared at each other intently.

As the expedition ship hummed through the darkness of space, Dahyun found herself wandering the quieter corridors, lost in thought. Passing by one of the observation decks, she noticed a familiar pair silhouetted against the backdrop of stars—Chowon and Doflamingo, close together, sharing a quiet moment. Chowon’s hand rested easily in Doflamingo’s, her head leaned against his shoulder, and he was watching her with a look Dahyun hadn’t seen from him before—warmth, softness, and something undeniably close to love.

Dahyun’s breath hitched. She felt a pang deep in her chest, unexpected but undeniable. Memories drifted back—moments she and Doflamingo had shared, conversations where he’d seemed to open up, the way his rare smiles had once made her heart race. She had felt something, hadn’t she? A chance, perhaps, or at least the glimmer of one. But she’d buried those feelings, convinced herself it wasn’t the time. She’d told herself he was focused on his mission, on his responsibilities… and maybe, so was she.

She watched the two of them, saw Chowon’s easy laugh, the way Doflamingo’s normally rigid demeanor softened in her presence, and felt a strange blend of regret and bittersweet acceptance. She’d missed her chance—she realized that now. And yet, watching how Chowon and Doflamingo brought out the best in each other, she couldn’t deny that they seemed perfect together.

Dahyun took a steadying breath, her gaze shifting to the stars beyond them. Next time, she thought, a quiet promise forming in her heart. The next time she felt that spark, that chance for something real, she wouldn’t let her guard up or hold back out of caution. She would let herself feel it fully, without reservations or excuses.

She turned and walked away, leaving Chowon and Doflamingo to their moment. There was a lingering sadness, but beneath it, a newfound determination. She wouldn’t lose her chance again—whenever love came calling, she would be ready.

As Doflamingo and Chowon stood together Chowon began to feel a fire light in her lower abdomen it made her bolder.

“I need you,” Chowon whined before dragging him to her quarters where she slammed the door and locked it with him inside. Her eyes shifted as she pinned him to her bed. Despite all of his strength Doflamingo was still drained from ship repair and the crash landing. Chowon used her strength to pin him and yank his pants down. In her eyes a wild and reckless fire of passion. She saw his cock and slowly began to stroke it marveling as it got harder for her.

“You've been a bad boy, hiding this from me.” Chowon cooed in a seductive voice. When Doflamingo reached full mast she smiled. “I'm going to take all of you and you're going to take all of me. Well become one,” she said. Doflamingo began to feel light-headed as she took his manhood inside of her mouth. At first, she was slow but the fire inside her cast all other thoughts aside. Furiously she stripped before telling Doflamingo to do the same. Her eyes clouded with furious desire as the two of them stood in her room bare.

“You're so alluring,” Doflamingo said as Chowon happily pushed him onto the bed again.

“Oh is that all you have to say,” she asks she gropes her massive tits and says, “Really? nothing to say about these?” She stops and then switches to groping her ass, “or this,” she adds before she sinks on Doflamingo’s cock. She moans in carnal pleasure.

“You were the first one to view me as a woman. So I'm going to be the first to make you a man,” she proudly proclaims as she begins to ride Doflamingo. Doflamingo is overstimulated by her warm wet hole. Chowon notices it and giggles

“Do you like it? How wet I am for you?” she questions as she grinds along his shaft. Doflamingo nods as she starts bouncing on his cock. Chowon smiled watching Doflamingo unravel until he exploded inside of her. Chowon smiled as she continued riding until she came moments later.

She smiled as she cupped Doflamingo’s face before resting her head on his shoulders. The couple cuddled before falling asleep. When Chowon woke up she felt at peace as Doflamingo ran his hand along her hair. She felt like she was in a trance as Doflamingo pet her. The two sat silently for a while until they felt the ship lurch and move.

Doflamingo stormed off the ship, barely reining in the fury surging through every inch of his being. The moment his boots hit the ground, he shot forward, his eyes locked on the so-called “negotiation table” ahead. The others scrambled to keep up, but he was already steps ahead, moving with a deadly focus. Inside, every part of him screamed for destruction, to tear apart the pieces of a universe that had betrayed him, but he forced himself to hold on.

When he reached the table, his presence alone sent a shockwave of fear through the air. The Loremaster of Diplomatics, attempting an oblivious greeting, barely had time to blink before Doflamingo seized him and hurled him out of the room. The heavy doors clanged shut, locking him and the Theros representatives inside. His energy swelled, filling the room with an oppressive heat that made the representatives shrink back in terror.

Doflamingo took a long, slow breath, letting the facade of calm settle over his features. His voice, soft and cordial, cut through the silence with chilling contrast to the rage roiling just beneath the surface. “I’ve brought you peace terms,” he said, pushing the contract across the table toward them.

One representative fumbled for the document, his hands trembling as he read the conditions. As they skimmed the pages, their expressions shifted from fear to astonishment. The terms were generous, more than they’d anticipated—land grants, resources, everything they’d wanted save three final demands: Lorgar’s head, Orion’s head, and the return of the confiscated gene bombs.

“How did you get this approval?” one of the representatives stammered, looking up at Doflamingo in disbelief.

Doflamingo’s eyes narrowed as he leaned in, his voice dropping to a menacing murmur. “The Confederation understands just how far your ambition stretches. They see this as a clean break—a way to end this war without plunging us all into an endless bloodbath.” His voice wavered as fury simmered beneath the surface, barely controlled. “Are the terms acceptable?”

“Yes… yes, they are,” one of the representatives hurriedly replied, his eyes darting away from Doflamingo’s intense gaze.

“Good.” Doflamingo straightened, an eerie calm settling over him as he took a single, deep breath. He turned, striding out of the room and into the gathering group of his comrades. “It’s over,” he announced, his voice low but carrying an edge of relief.

But as he said the words, his emotions caught up to him, and the calm shattered. His aura swelled, a raw, explosive power filling the space around him. Rage crackled in the air like a storm on the verge of breaking as he fixed his gaze on Charlemagne, standing among the others, still wearing that smug, unperturbed expression. Every fiber of Doflamingo’s being screamed at him to burn everything to the ground, to let loose the inferno within.

“Now you…” Doflamingo’s voice dropped to a feral growl as he took a step forward, his psionic, magic, and palladic runes flaring so intensely they seemed to light up the entire room. “Do you have any idea what you were about to do? You nearly threw us into a billion-year war for what? Personal gain?”

The fury in his eyes was almost unbearable to look at, and Charlemagne, for the first time, flinched under his gaze. “You took shortcuts and turned a blind eye while innocent lives burned, all because you thought you saw an opening to climb the ladder.”

Doflamingo’s fists clenched, his hands trembling as he summoned his weapon, True King’s Legacy, its saber-like form glowing in the dark energy of his seething anger. The weapon itself seemed to pulse in tune with his rage, mirroring the wrath consuming him. “I should skin you alive,” he hissed, his voice breaking with raw desperation. “It would be nothing less than justice.”

Before he could advance further, the other Codex Keepers, Lorgar, Orion, Aragorn, and Magnus the Red, stepped forward, surrounding him. Their weapons were drawn, creating a tense barrier between him and Charlemagne.

“Doflamingo, you can’t do this,” Lorgar said firmly, his tone unyielding. “There are laws, boundaries even for you.”

Doflamingo’s face twisted in frustration, his voice cracking as he shot back, “What part of ‘billion-year war’ doesn’t register with you?” His breath was labored, his mind clinging desperately to the last threads of sanity as he fought against the darkness gnawing at him from within.

“All of it. The war is averted; it’s over,” Lorgar insisted, his voice calm but resolute. “He lost. You won. Isn’t that enough?”

“No! It’s not enough!” Doflamingo’s voice was almost pleading, the words spilling out in agony. His hands shook as he gripped True King’s Legacy, its blade vibrating with his need for retribution. “I need this…”

“No, you want this,” Aragorn countered, his voice like a steel blade. “You think this will satisfy your rage, but it won’t. It will only pull you deeper.”

Doflamingo shook his head, desperation etched into his features. “Same difference,” he spat, his voice barely a whisper. “Isn’t this self-defense? He tried to kill us! Doesn’t that count for something?”

“You’re not defending yourself,” Orion interjected softly. “This is revenge. You’re here to settle a vendetta, nothing more.”

Doflamingo’s defenses crumbled, and a single tear traced down his cheek. He took a shuddering breath, his voice reduced to a quiet, painful whisper. “Please, just let me have this.” His eyes were hollow, reflecting the years of nightmares and rage pent up within him, the screams of innocents forever etched in his memory.

But his mentors stood their ground, their gazes unyielding. “This won’t heal you, Doflamingo,” Lorgar said gently. “The pain you carry—it’s the cost of bearing future sight and bearing the weight of others’ suffering. But revenge won’t make it any lighter.”

Doflamingo’s shoulders slumped, his grip on True King’s Legacy loosening as he let out a shuddering exhale. “I don’t need true sight to know he’s going to be a problem. He’ll come back… and the cost will be on all of you. I could end it all right here, but you cowards would have him live another day”

The haunting prophecy hung in the air, chilling everyone present. But Doflamingo, finally releasing his grip on the weapon, stepped back. His eyes, though filled with anguish, softened when he saw Chowon standing nearby, her gaze steady and filled with understanding. She stepped forward, placing a comforting hand on his arm.

Doflamingo looked at her, the warmth in her eyes cutting through the remnants of his fury, grounding him. Slowly, he let himself relax, letting her calm presence dissolve the last of his rage.

A few weeks later, the Codex Keepers convened in a quiet, vaulted chamber aboard the Confederation’s flagship. It was a solemn assembly, their faces set with the weight of the decision they were here to make. Lorgar, Aragorn, and Magnus the Red sat in a circle with the other master Codex Keepers, the hum of energy around them heavy with tension as they reviewed the events leading up to the final negotiation.

Lorgar broke the silence, his voice grave. “None of us can deny that Doflamingo’s actions saved countless lives. He was instrumental in averting a catastrophic war and stood against unimaginable odds. But his methods…” He paused, gathering his words. “They were unacceptable. His disregard for the principles of restraint and diplomacy nearly led us into the very destruction he sought to prevent.”

Aragorn nodded solemnly. “Yes, he protected us, but he almost gave in to a darkness within himself, a need for vengeance that goes against everything a Codex Keeper stands for. His confrontation with Charlemagne went beyond defending himself. His actions were driven by a vendetta, not justice.”

Magnus sighed, his eyes thoughtful but resolute. “Doflamingo’s fury was understandable, given the pain he’s suffered. But his anger was so close to consuming him—and all of us along with it. If we turn a blind eye, we risk legitimizing that kind of retribution, and that’s a precedent we can’t afford to set.”

The others murmured in agreement. They each recognized Doflamingo’s contributions but felt the need for an unshakeable moral foundation within their order. Finally, Magnus the Red spoke. “The power of a Codex Keeper lies not only in their abilities but in their discipline. A Keeper cannot let rage dictate their actions, no matter how justified that rage may feel. If we allow Doflamingo to remain, we signal that unchecked fury has a place among us.”

With a heavy heart, Lorgar raised his hand, symbolically casting his vote. The others followed, each lifting their hands in solemn confirmation. The decision was unanimous. Doflamingo would be expelled from the Codex Keepers.

“Then it is decided,” Lorgar announced, his voice filled with a quiet sadness. “We will relieve Doflamingo of his title and position within the Codex Keepers. His service to the Confederation will be honored, but he can no longer serve as one of us.”

As they concluded the proceedings, Lorgar nodded to the doorway. Standing just outside was Othello, known once again as Codex Keeper Orion. The mantle had returned to him after years away, and though he wore the title with a familiar dignity, a shadow crossed his face as he listened.

Othello entered, nodding respectfully to the council. “It’s unfortunate to see Doflamingo leave,” he said, his tone gentle but understanding. “But I will do my best to uphold the order’s principles and restore what was lost.” There was a determination in his eyes—a commitment to honor the values they held dear.

The Keepers dispersed quietly, each carrying a sense of both relief and regret. Doflamingo’s absence was a painful loss, a reminder of the price of unchecked power. But as Codex Keeper Orion took his place once more, the order had a chance to rebuild, to reestablish the foundation of restraint and honor that defined them.

Doflamingo received the news of his expulsion alone, a formal message transmitted with the seal of the Codex Keepers. The decision, though not unexpected, hit him with a crushing finality he hadn’t anticipated. Standing by himself, he read the message in silence, the words blurring slightly as he realized how thoroughly his actions had stripped him of the order that had been his life. The title he’d worked for, the discipline he’d held himself to—it had all been taken from him in one swift sentence.

His fists clenched as he fought the conflicting emotions swirling within him. Rage flared, hot and searing, his mind instinctively revisiting the moments when he’d acted, in his eyes, to protect everyone—even when that protection demanded ruthless measures. Every cell in his body wanted to argue, to lash out at the council’s narrow perspective. They hadn’t seen the horror he had glimpsed in his nightmares, hadn’t felt the weight of what he knew was at stake.

But behind that fury was a deeper hurt, a stinging sense of betrayal and isolation. The Codex Keepers had been his family, his mentors, his anchor. And now, with a few strokes of their pens, they had turned their backs on him. There was no room for understanding, for the complexity of what he’d been through. The very people he had sacrificed so much for had cast him aside.

He could almost hear the voices of his mentors—their words of caution and control, their steady insistence on restraint. Their faces came to him, one by one, and a part of him could see their point. His own anger had come close to consuming him. And yet, even with that understanding, the pain of being deemed unworthy, of having his efforts and loyalty reduced to recklessness, left him hollowed out.

Doflamingo exhaled slowly, trying to calm the storm raging within. There was no reversing the council’s decision, no amount of justification would bring him back into their ranks. The Codex Keepers’ judgment, even if he despised it, was final. He had given everything, and they had still let him go.

A hand touched his shoulder—Chowon. Her presence grounded him instantly, easing the bitterness gnawing at his heart. She’d stood by him, seen him at his worst, and she hadn’t turned away. Looking into her warm, reassuring eyes, he found something to hold on to, something real that didn’t depend on titles or orders.

“They can take their title,” he murmured, voice low and rough, “but they can’t take what I’ve fought for.”

Chowon nodded, offering him a small, sympathetic smile. “No, they can’t. And they won’t. What you did will stand, and they’ll remember it—even if they don’t acknowledge it now.”

Together, they left the room, his resolve renewed with each step. If he couldn’t be a Codex Keeper, he would find his own way to protect those he cared about. And though he had lost his place in the order, he still had a purpose—and people who believed in him.

A year had passed since Doflamingo’s expulsion, yet the sting of betrayal was fresh in his heart. When the news broke that Charlemagne had been cleared of all wrongdoing and was to be reinstated, Doflamingo’s faith in the Codex Keepers shattered once more. The public spectacle of the trial had been grueling, exposing the rot in an order that claimed to uphold justice and truth. To everyone else, this outcome was stunning, outrageous even. But for Doflamingo and Chowon, it was simply confirmation of what they’d known all along: the Codex Keepers were willing to protect their own—even at the cost of true justice.

On a quiet evening, Doflamingo waited outside the Codex Keepers’ headquarters. Lorgar, Magnus, Aragorn, and Orion stepped out after a long day, visibly worn by the day’s events. To their surprise, they saw Doflamingo waiting, a platter of food in his hands. Silently, they sat down together on the steps, taking portions from the platter, eating as if this gathering were normal, though tension and unspoken words lay heavy in the air.

The silence stretched on, broken only by the clink of utensils and the muffled sounds of the city around them. Doflamingo’s gaze was distant, fixed somewhere past the stars, his fury radiating like a dark, suppressed storm. After a long moment, he spoke, his voice a quiet, seething whisper.

“I will never forgive, nor forget this,” he murmured, his tone deadly calm. “Your cowardice here will cost you, and it will cost this order dearly. But I should’ve known—none of you can handle what it takes to see beyond this flawed, rotting system.” He clenched his fists, voice thick with restrained anger. “I will tear it down, every piece, but it will be a revolution unlike anything this universe has seen. No war. No bloodshed. Just power. And the strength of that power will be so absolute that the universe will have no choice but to submit.”

Lorgar’s face tightened, and with a heavy breath, he leaned forward, eyes searching Doflamingo’s for some glimmer of the apprentice he once knew. “Please, don’t do this,” he pleaded, voice almost breaking. “Don’t turn against us. There’s another way.”

Doflamingo’s bitter laugh filled the silence, and he shook his head slowly. “Another way?” he echoed, his voice hollow. “Do you think I haven’t tried to find it? Do you think I didn’t give everything to prevent the war that haunted my dreams? Those visions started the day I joined you, the day I trusted you.” His voice dropped, tinged with hurt. “I did everything I could to protect this universe, and yet here I am—stripped of my title, cast aside—while you welcome a traitor back into your ranks.”

Aragorn looked down, fists clenched, unable to meet Doflamingo’s gaze. The regret was evident on each of their faces, but none of them spoke. They all knew, in some way, that he was right, but they had chosen the path of least resistance, the preservation of order over true justice.

Doflamingo turned to them, his face set with finality. “When next we meet, it may be as enemies. So pray that your god shows you mercy.” He took a breath, his voice dropping to a cold whisper. “Because I won’t.”

With that, he turned and walked away, leaving them in silence. The four Codex Keepers sat unmoving, watching his figure fade into the twilight, each haunted by the knowledge that the apprentice they had once cherished was lost to them—and that one day, their failure to act might bring them all to ruin.

Later that evening, Chowon stormed through the Ward Witches, her heart pounding with anger and hurt. The verdict had been announced, and Charlemagne’s smug, unrepentant face flashed in her mind as he walked free, reinstated without consequence. She found Lady Sunshine in one of the training rooms, lost in meditation, her aura glowing with the calm resolve that Chowon used to admire so much. Today, however, it filled her with frustration.

“Lady Sunshine,” Chowon’s voice echoed, sharper than she’d intended. Lady Sunshine opened her eyes, a flicker of surprise crossing her face at the sight of Chowon’s intensity.

“Yes, Chowon?” she asked gently, though she already sensed the reason for this confrontation.

“Why?” Chowon’s voice trembled, anger and confusion layered into every syllable. “Why did you stop Doflamingo from ending Charlemagne? You knew what he did. You knew the lies, the betrayal, and yet you still stepped in to protect him.” Chowon’s eyes searched Lady Sunshine’s face, desperately seeking an answer that might make sense of this.

Lady Sunshine sighed, her expression softening with a sadness Chowon hadn’t seen before. “It wasn’t as simple as you think, Chowon. Doflamingo was acting on rage. If he’d killed Charlemagne in that moment, it would have set him on a path that could destroy him. I couldn’t let him lose himself like that.”

Chowon shook her head, frustration flaring. “But Charlemagne caused all this! He tried to get us killed, he sabotaged the mission, he betrayed everything the Codex Keepers stand for—and yet you let him walk free.” Her fists clenched. “And Doflamingo? He gave everything for this order, for all of us, and you still stood in his way.”

Lady Sunshine’s gaze turned distant, as if remembering all the burdens she’d carried through her years in the Codex Keepers. “I know you’re hurt, Chowon. I know this seems like we betrayed him. But Doflamingo’s path is dangerous—not because of his power, but because of what his anger might make him do. If he destroys Charlemagne, he risks becoming the very thing he fought against. A force unchecked can turn dark.”

Chowon���s eyes filled with tears, but her voice was steady. “He deserved justice. Doflamingo deserved the chance to be heard, to end this cycle of betrayal.” She stepped closer, her gaze unwavering. “But you silenced him. You all did.”

Lady Sunshine looked down, regret flickering in her eyes. “I silenced him because I care for him, and I hoped to protect him from a fate he’d regret. But perhaps…” She hesitated, her voice softer. “Perhaps we all failed him in ways we’ll never fully understand.”

The two stood in silence, the weight of unspoken truths settling between them. Chowon took a shaky breath, her voice almost a whisper. “If you truly cared, you would have stood with him.” With that, she turned and left, leaving Lady Sunshine alone with the echoes of her own doubts, feeling for the first time the loss of a student she never truly understood.

Not long after her conversation with Lady Sunshine, Chowon stood at the threshold of the Ward Witches’ grand hall for the last time. She could still remember the day she had first entered these halls, brimming with hope and pride, certain that she’d found a place where her gifts could make a real difference. But now, those walls felt cold, and the familiar faces that passed by looked at her with pity or disapproval rather than understanding. Her heart hardened as she recalled the injustice they had let fester, the loyalty they had so easily betrayed.

With a final glance at the Ward Witches’ insignia, she turned her back on it, stepping out into the cold night air, feeling freer—and angrier—than she had in years. Outside, Doflamingo waited, leaning against the wall, his gaze steady as she approached. He already knew what her decision would be; he could see it in her stride, the fierceness in her eyes.

“So, you left?” he asked, his tone soft but laced with a hint of satisfaction.

She nodded. “I’m done with orders that only pretend to seek justice. They never stood by you, or anyone who truly wanted to change things. I’ve had enough of their hypocrisy.”

Doflamingo looked at her, pride and affection gleaming in his eyes. He stepped closer, reaching out to brush a stray lock of hair from her face. “Then, Chowon, what’s your next move?”

She looked up at him, determination flaring. “I want to fight for real change, not just promises. And that means standing with you.”

Doflamingo chuckled, a deep, rolling sound filled with dark satisfaction and resolve. “Well, if you’re ready to join me, my next move is clear.” He stepped back and stretched his arms toward the stars. “I’m going to become the Lord of the Skies.”

Chowon’s eyes sparkled, and a wide smile broke across her face. She didn’t hesitate. “Then I’m with you, Doflamingo. The skies it is.”

Together, they looked toward the endless stars above, the path now uncertain but wholly their own. It was just the beginning of the journey—one they would carve out with strength, vision, and an unwavering belief in each other.

As Chowon and Doflamingo stood together, staring up at the infinite skies, the weight of their new mission settled between them. The universe was vast and daunting, filled with old powers and ancient grudges, but neither of them felt fear. The stars beckoned with the promise of freedom—a freedom they’d claim on their terms.

In the days that followed, rumors spread quickly. Stories of Doflamingo, now known as “ Lord Imperius” and his mysterious partner “Lady Libertas”, a fierce and brilliant Ward Witch, began to ripple through the sectors. Planets once bound by corrupt orders felt hope stirring for the first time in decades. Those who sought justice, those who had been silenced or wronged, now had a voice—and a pair of protectors willing to defy every rule to ensure their freedom.

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I... am haunted? By my Midi-chlorian theory?

Cause they are PROBABLY? Some sort of Symbiotic Bacteria?

Which was my theory. Cause "micro-organisms" is vague af? And doesn't exactly tell us what KIND? But it's probably not a mammal or some sort of fish? So like... helpful blood bacteria. Got it! No different then a good gut biome. Makes perfect sense!

Yeah, THIS one has? For some reason? A hyper sensitivity to fundamental forces of reality? But I mean? Monkeys with type writers, right? Something, somewhere, was bound to get it. Some organisms get better smell to survive, some get sensitive whiskers. The blood bacteria got jacked in to Reality's newsreel. Some low ranking admin privileges.

Still? Needs a HOST to survive though. Doesn't, itself, even really HAVE a brain.

Cause it's a Bacteria.

A Bacteria and... and Bacteria can be multiplied. Grown. Obviously? Midi-chlorians refuse to do so outside of a living body. Or the Sith and various other researchers, bother ethical and UNETHICAL, would have figured out how to crack Midi-chlorian development.

They ALSO? We can only assume? DO NOT mix. As in? Any Midi-chlorian's? Removed from the Original Host™ die off pretty promptly. (In time with the blood rotting or new body assimilating the fresh, donated, blood.) So you presumably, couldn't take from, say, Skywalker and give to an average farmer, and have that farmer become mildly force sensitive.

Even THOUGH? The BLOOD? Is where his Midi-chlorians are! So PRESUMABLY? So long as he and the farmer had compatible blood types? That SHOULD happen! Because Anikin his a SHIT TON of Midi-chlorian bacteria in his blood and the farmer would be receiving some of that High Production Strain.

Not saying the farmer would ever become a powerhouse. But? There should? Be a difference? Even if it was only temporarily.

Yet? It seems? Like Midi-chlorian strains? Just don't MIX. They split off, during development of a child, begin cultivation of their own unique colony, and never again! Shall the stains blend. I'd go so far? As to say? They probably ATTACK other Midi-chlorians in THEIR space.

Like part of the immune system. Disease, poison, parasites, and of course? Those filthy, FILTHY Other Midi-chlorian Colonies trying to encroach upon THEIR resources. Get! GET!

Which is where? All past attempts have FAILED. Because they? Had an END GOAL first, and they worked their way backwards. Approached it all with either preconceived notions or complete derision of the subject matter. Ignoring countless culture's collective MILLENNIUMS of knowledge on the subject. The observations. The notes. The folk remedies and early sciences.

Arrogant. Forgetting or outright dismissing. Because THEY were better. THEY were SMARTER. Surely, THEY would crack the code! Unlock the SECRETS of this MYSTICAL building block of the Force!

Achieve... POWER.

But? The thing IS? Primitive? Does not and HAS not? Ever meant stupid. It means young. New. Doctors and scientists, doing the best they could, with what they had. To help as many as they could. The Force? It was a mysterious thing. They knew the shape of it. The edges, but not it's depths. They could observe.

If they did X... Y occurred. Medicine A? Brought about B and C side effects, avoid it going forward. Use Medicine D. So forth and so on. Building upon the knowledge of the past.

But OH, THEY? Didn't have fancy modern medical technology! Didn't know the modern terms! So obviously they were superstitious idiots!

Thus, attempt after attempt. Failed. Usually with innocent people, paying the price. Because Power. Because Fame. Because they could rule the galaxy and go down in history books... if only these simple little bacteria would COOPERATE. But.... they don't. Do they?

Because you lack understanding.

You. Can Not. Remove Them. From The. HOST.

They DIE.

They can exsist in exactly ONE(1) environment. Their NATIVE environment. Where you found them? That's where they need to STAY. If you found them in a tree? The need to stay in THAT specific tree. Dirt? Well then! Dirt from THAT specific region of THAT specific PLANET. No moving! Cease! Desist!

Are the Midi-chlorians in a baby? The start up strains were donated! Congrats! THEY LIVE THERE NOW. They are now NATIVE to the BABY. Can not exsist OUTSIDE the baby! In fact, will immediately begin to die! Outside that baby!

This is WHY Sith Alchemy is so fucked up. Lots of live experimentation and forcing Midi-chlorians into statis. Body horror everywhere. No mas! It DOES NOT SPARK JOY.

Which?! That leads me to my point! The part of all this THAT FUCKING HAUNTS ME!!!

Bacteria can be multiplied if you give it the right food. Fuck, it WANTS to multiple. WANTS to go gangbusters. Just? Absolutely apeshit. Thick enough in the blood to turn it all into PASTE. It doesn't have a brain. It can't look around and think to itself "hey, maybe we should slow down, we're straining the environment".

It's bacteria. Ultimately, in the end, JUST Bacteria.

Yes, it may be the medium by which we connect to The Force... but IT itself? Has no intelligence to negotiate with. Just like the cells in your body. And JUST like the cells in your body? It can be a cancer. Could kill you, if something went wrong.

If SOMEONE, deliberately, made things go wrong.

All in the name of "Science".

Yes, once again, I consider the SI-OC, even as I consider Midi-chlorians themselves. What "feeds" such a bacteria? A healthy body, presumably. Connection to the Force? Kyber, most likely. Force powerful items. We know they "call" to those who are Sensitive. But! As we know? The part of your body that can actually FEEL that call? Is the Midi-chlorians in your blood, which then transfers the information to it's host.

It is the Midi-chlorians that want that specific Force object. In all likelihood, because it benefits them. That it benefits you? Is a lovely side effect. That is can be used for things? Neat! Good on you for figuring that out! It would still call you to collect pretty, shining, rocks, even if you couldn't use Kyber for SHIT. You would be COMPELLED.

NEED it.

It makes the Midi-chlorians inside you go Brrrrr. Mmm, yes, happy chemicals. Positive reinforcement! You should continue to do OTHER things that help the Midi-chlorians! Like meditation, eating well, and being around others! Go on! Hug that baby! Yeeeeeah, good energy makes LOTS of Midi-chlorian food! (Bad energy too. We are not picky. But that Does Not Feel Nice. So like.... why tho?)

So! Consider!

You have yourself an UNETHICAL AF scientist. The Board does NOT UNDERSTAND THEIR GENIUS etc etc. They have completely lost their shit. Unfortunately, they have money. And Slavery and desperation abound. There are ugly, UGLY pockets of darkness in this galaxy.

They? Have An Idea™! (It is a terrible, horrifying idea)

This scientist? Is going to crack the Secrets of The Midi-chlorian! Become Famous! It is a plot heard many times before, sadly. Just as sadly? SI-OC's parents, who were on their way to the temple, never make it there. Make no mistake! Good people. Upset, of course, that they will be losing their daughter. But? As all good parents do?

They made the decision they thought was best for their baby girl. A lifetime of being understood. Supported. Of stable food and safe beds. A good, quality education they would never be able to afford. Being able to help people someday. They love their daughter. Weep for losing her. But sometimes? Loving your child? Means letting them go.

Not forgotten. NEVER forgotten. But somewhere better then they could ever give her. Safe from those who would see their child in chains.

They do not make it.

But they do not go quietly. When those bastards come for their little girl. They make it cost dearly. Not dearly enough. Never, ever, enough. But one of the other passengers is able to get off the emergency beacon. So the Jedi will know. They will come.

It... it has to be... enough...

And it is.

And they do.

But it is not just a pirate attack. Not JUST slavers. No... no this is far more horrifying. Far worse indeed. The Shadow sent to rescue the child? Stumbles into a festering shitshow. The sort that takes a TEAM to unravel. The not-pirates are mercenaries, are closing in fast. He send his data in full, in one big lump as an emergency download.

Capture likely eminent. They're experimenting on Force Sensitives. Need Back Up.

Help.

The Doctor is, of course, DELIGHTED! An adult specimen AND a child! Comparisons and contrasts! They ramble on, unhinged, to the horror of the Shadow. Who's eyes are locked on the Crecheling in a cage. He knows help will come... but will it come fast enough?

No. Not really.

But what keeps HIM from falling? Is the Crecheling that needs to be taught. Ironic, in a way, that the very thing their capture demands and demands? Is what helps them escape, however temporarily, their cages. Meditate. They are told. Or else.

Surrounded by stolen artifacts of Light.

Meditate.

Meditate.

Imagine, if you will, a dialysis machine. It filters the blood, yes? Pumps it outside the body? A terrible process. Trial and error. How far is too far? At what distance, do the midi-chlorians begin to die? The doctor kills... so, SO many innocent. Not their prize specimens. Jedi are hard to get! But slaves? Easy enough.

The Shadow can not Fall, he reminds himself. Can not give in to his grief or rage. His horror, his sorrow. It... it is so hard. To remember the Light. In this dark place. But the Crechling helps. The kyber, the artifacts. When... not... Not IF! But WHEN he gets out of here? He thinks... he thinks he should retire. Being a Creche Master sounds lovely, to be honest.

Bright. Peaceful.

The doctor completes their horror machine. He can not stop them from putting on SI-OC. After all... HE is done growing. It filters the blood, you see. Nice and close to the body. Through and around Force rich materials, in medical grade tubing. Exposing the Midi-chlorians directly to the energy they feed off of. Filter in a mineral solution to use as building blocks.

It WORKS.

The midi-chlorians in SI-OC blood start multiplying far faster and too far greater concentration then ever before. Slowly but surely boosting their Force Sensitivity as they go. What a rousing success.

If it weren't slowly killing SI-OC.

Ever imagine? What would happen if someone reached over and slowly started turning up the sensitivity on your eyesight? Your hearing? Your taste, touch, the FEELING OF YOUR BONES? If every breath was sandpaper, and every thought an adrenaline rush?

Could you imagine? FEELING the galaxy BREATHE? Knowing for a fact that your body had been specially designed for a certain level of sensitivity? And you had been broken? Because someone wanted to see if you could handle HIGHER?

Power without the support structure? Burns everything down.

Just because something CAN be done? Doesn't mean it will work the way you fantasize it will. Reality is not a story book. Where Power comes in pretty little packages, to be bought or sold or stolen. Midi-chlorians were always Bacteria. And trying to fuck with your own micro-biomes for more power? Was always destined to end in death and disease.

For you. For someone else. For every innocent you dragged into it.

They scoffed at the "primitive" scholars who warned not to fuck with it, yet still treat it like its a mystical power to be seized.

The Shadows that finally track down the lab? BURN it wil a VENGEANCE. It is a place of horrors. And initiate SI-OC is very, VERY sick. They aren't even sure they can risk taking her to Coruscant. Too many people. Jedha? Probably safer. Luckily their library has something that...? MIGHT? Be able to help treat this?

SI-OC probably never stops Tasting Time™ and seeing the Pretty Colors™ but? At least she becomes? Largely functional? Probably needs a disability animal. One that's mildly force sensitive, so it knows when she's ~~drifting~~ again. Keep her from walking into traffic or off a landing platform.

The random bouts of prophecy and mind reading are a bit disconcerting, but like? Lay off! It's not SI-OC fault! Be nice! She can't help it! Don't be rude! D:< she basicly has tiny Force Nexus in HER BLOOD. So WHAT if she occasionally stops to admire a sunrise that hasn't existed for thousands of years? It's probably pretty!

The younglings? Very understanding. Adults are a bit creeped out. But like? Eh. Just EXTRA Jedi-y Jedi... they guess? (No, no not really. This one had a serious Force Incident. But like FUCK we're breaking rank to tell outsiders that sooooo..... Sure? Yeah. Let's go with that!)

Ironically? I bet? Anikin gets along great with her? They're team "WHY YES, THE FORCE IS VERY LOUD. WHY ARE WE SHOUTING? SO YOU CAN HEAR US! OVER THE FORCE! WHAT DO YOU MEAN IT'S NOT THAT LOU-?". He got it naturally, she got it by getting fucked over. But? They can both go?

"Hey, you feel that thingy in the-?" *vague hand motion* and get a "oh YEAH! Wonder what's THAT'S about?". Does anyone else feel it? No. Is it obvious to THEM? Yes.

Will Anikin punch your lights out, if you mock his disabled friend? *boss music starts playing* R U N. Padme would help. Tag team, fuckeeeeer! *from the highbar with a steel chair*

Community is EVERYTHING. And sometimes? It's you, your secret wife, your brother-mentor-dad, the Clone army you adopted, and the perpetually Force High/Vaguely Brain Damaged jedi you call your best friend! And the droids. And your secret wife's body gaurd squad. And the younglings your friend-... actually? You know what? Your family's kinda big.

Awesome :)

@legitimatesatanspawn @babbling-babull @spidori @hdgnj @hypewinter @leftnotright @the-witchhunter @lolottes @mayfay

[foone]

So I've been reading up on the Dimensional Nexus Encyclopedia, and found some wild stuff in there I gotta infodump about.

First of all, did you know the name is wrong? It's not interdimensional at all! We're moving in space, not through different dimensions.

It turns out we're in one of those looping cosmologies where the whole universe just repeats if you go far enough. It's safely outside our normal light cone, so you'd never be able to tell normally, but that's what the Dimensional Nexus is for.

So the universe is the Prime Earth , and then if you go a couple hundred billion light years in any cardinal* direction, you'll find another Earth. But because of quantum effects, there's slight differences, and the farther from Prime Earth you get, the more slight differences compound on each other, and you end up with worlds that seem stranger and stranger.

And the "local group" is just the 258 Earth's closest to Prime (well, 257 + valentine) , as they're close enough to have humans on them. Past that, you get to dead worlds: there's an earth, it might have life on it, but there's no humans.

Most of these that have been surveyed have zero evidence of there ever having been humans on them, but there's a few that have human artifacts but no living humans. None of these seem to have died in recent memory, ie there's no nuclear winter planets, and the most recent one we see has humanity mostly dying out in the 3rd century PCE, and struggling along until the 11th century PCE when they finally go extinct. It's supposed (but unproven) that many of the artifactless dead worlds are just worlds where humanity (or the entire biosphere) died out so long ago that we can't find any surviving evidence of humanity, but they still did exist in some way.

Past them you get to Missing Worlds : there's no Earth there. You show up in the right position and there's just empty space. A few probes have been dropped in those worlds, and they have completely different solar systems (although one of them (loneluna) seems to have the same solar system, down to the moon still being in roughly the same orbit around the sun... But no Earth. That one is described by 9 out of 10 scientists as "creepy")

Anyway... So the Dimensional Nexus is run by the Prime universe but did you know they didn't discover the tech? It was actually the Bet world that first deployed multiversal travel tech. The Prime verse spotted it immediately and they ended up working together, because at the time Prime was researching the same stuff, they were just slightly behind. I've written about that contact before, in a world of friends.

Prime just ended up being the universe that set of the Dimensional Nexus. As we're always having to tell people, we're not the "space police", we're researchers. The primary goal of the Dimensional Nexus is to learn more about what universes exist and how things are going on them, because of the extreme risk of a war using this technology.

A properly equipped army could transport itself into your city. Sure you can use the DN tech to detect that invasion, but at that point it's already over, you've lost. They have commandos in the presidential mansion and soldiers occupying every street corner. Any attempted resistance would be bloody and short-lived.

So yeah, Prime was like "we gotta make sure there's not a Nazi Earth out there invading the multiverse". They teamed up with Bet and started the Dimensional Nexus to find out if they need to protect themselves and, if they do, how the fuck they do that.

The latter hasn't been promising. If we're not willing to take extreme measures like hiding off-earth and reshaping the planet to be a trap to travelers, about the only action you can take is "preemptive attack". You kill them before they have a chance to attack you. Like that old metaphor for interstellar war, it's hide and seek with missile launchers. As soon as you spot another 'verse with DN tech, you kill them before they kill you. Nasty warfare.

But the former has been promising. We've got no nazis worlds. The world's are all different in small to big ways, but none of them seem to be either:

1. Run by expansive fascist empires, or

2. on the verge of discovering DN tech

So the Dimensional Nexus is mainly watching and waiting and studying. We're trying to better understand how and why the different Earths are different, and we're keeping an eye on any scientists experimenting with doing a neutrino slingshot through neutron stars.

We also do a lot of death earth exploration these days. Up until '74 when valentine was discovered, we we're pretty sure there were only 257 worlds. valentine is in some kind of island of stability out in the dead worlds, and we don't know if that's because of the unique time shot going on, or if that's coincidental.

There is a bit of tendency for the current year on an Earth to be farther back from the Prime present, the further they are from Prime, but it's usually only a few decades at most, and even that wouldn't correctly describe valentine. They're in the 20s (ish: their timeline went chaotic so time tends to move sideways, not forward) but with how far out they are they should only be in like the 1980s.

Anyway the discovery of valentine changed things: we though there were no living worlds in the dead zone, turns out there's at least one, so now we gotta make sure there's not two. Thus all the exploring. We don't want to find out there's at least two worlds in the dead zone, valentine and jetpackhitler.

So yeah! Over the last 30 years since the Gravekeeper Mission started, we've cataloged about 78% of the dead worlds. We'll be done in another 10 years, and then the only worry is from something in the Missing Zone.

Oh for the record, your world (the reader) is 91verse. That's one of the middle earths (NO LOTR JOKES) where you're weird but not too weird. Like, you've still got dogs and English and capitalism, while the edgeworlds might not. (that time/distance thing is why it's still 2024 PCE for y'all, instead of 2118 PCE)

Also someone had asked about a previous post I made (indirectly. No computers in the Nexus, thanks to the temporal flux) how I knew some information: did I really go to Belgium and ask around until I found Ariana Grande on a farm with her husband?

No, of course not. I used our surveillance tech. One of the main things that's been done to watch for potential rivals in the DN tech arms race is build a lot of ways to spy on people in other universes. And specifically one major area of effort is doing cross-universe matching: you pick someone in one universe and find that identical person in other universes.

That way if there's some genius scientist in one world who has some neutrino-slingshot theories, we can quickly look them up in other universes to make sure they're not doing the same there. And it's very commonly misused by fools like me to see what a celebrity from this world is doing in others. It's always funny to look up the president or the best paid actor and find there's a universe where they instead are a kindergarten teacher.

It's a bit of a privacy invasion but the Dimensional Nexus is already the biggest privacy invasion in the multiverse (a term we still use despite it being wrong: there's only one universe!), and it's justified by those in charge that it's the only way to prevent an unwinnable DN war. We either invade everybody or we spy on everybody to make sure they don't invade everybody. Yeah. I'm just here for fieldwork, if you have a problem with it talk to the politicians who set up this thing.

Final fun fact: when the Dimension Nexus was set up, it was representatives of 5 earths: Prime, Bet, john1135, carshop, and blacksky. Because those are some of the first universes found, they're very similar... Right down to their leaders.

So there's 5 signatures on the declaration and THREE OF THEM are PM Thiers!

You should see the photo. It looks like a set of triplets setting up the worst boy band imaginable. (I can't sent the image with this post because of the no-computers thing)

* I do not have nearly enough time to explain what "cardinal" means in terms of multiversal geometry.

[tentakilly]

Dr Glass headcannons part 3!

Yet again like half of these are stupid.

Former hand member.

He doesn’t actually need glasses he’s just holding onto them for personal reasons.

Used to abuse amnestics. Emphasis on used to because he avoids that shit like the plague now.

Older Gen Z. He’s like 26 lol.

Knows way too many people. He’s the guy who knows a guy.

Sites 17 and 19 are known as the outcast/problem sites. Being sent to either is how you know the foundation thinks of you as a reject, failure, and ultimately a problem. These sites are full of the researchers and staff who were rejected for various reasons(usually for being different or “difficult”). Becoming part of site command at either site is just the higher ups putting you in a place where they can control you better and make an example to the other “problems” that your “better” and that you “earned” your power. You didn’t though and now you’re stuck here in charge of the outcasts.

(Yes I’m implying that Glass is a problem researcher)

You know how the foundation motto is “We work in the dark so others can live in the light”. Simon’s is “If I have to live in the dark then I will be the light”. He’s this stories beacon  character that I add to every story of mine.

Site 17’s least favorite info/file digger.

Site 17 had a “competition” for favorite guy and a janitor named Dan won both first and second place. Glass got third because he also voted for Dan.

Once had a stuffed penguin named Gunter. He would give it to his patients as something to hold while talking with him. Only Iceberg lied Gunter so he ended up just keeping him.

Genuinely good person just miss guided as all hell.

[soupbowl18]

Ordinary Hangout Sesh with Hanta Sero 

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Stoner!Sero X Stoner!Reader

A/N: MY OWN HC. I DON’T CARE, I DON’T CARE. THIS IS FROM MY OWN EXPERIENCES. I DON’T CONDONE DRUGS AT ALLLL. PLEASE BE RESPONSIBLE AND DO RESEARCH. Basically things I found attractive when I hanged out with people during certain seshes.

COMMENT YOUR FAV SESH MEMORY ☆*:.｡.o(≧▽≦)o .｡.:*☆

Warnings: Smoking, Marijuana, flirting :/, 21+, bad language, MDNI.

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Hanta & Weed:

✪ I like to think that he only smokes on weekends with no plans

✪ I know for sure he doesn’t use before training nor class. He trying to become a hero so he needs to concentrate.

✪ I like to imagine he doesn’t smoke after training nor classes either because he needs to study or hangout with his classmates.

✪ The only time he does smoke is on the weekends when everyone is busy and he has the day to himself

✪ I also like to think hanging with the Baku-squad can be overwhelming, with Katsuki yelling first of all (he doesn’t smoke because he thinks smoking will effect him from being the number one hero), no one likes negative energy, Denki probably freaking out because the edible was a lot for him, trying not to be a handful for Eijiro either (also doesn’t smoke because it might effect him as a hero), and Mina just giggles her ass off. “Guys, ummmm, can yall shut the fuck up, yall are fucking up my high”

✪ They’ve never seen him this upset.

✪ So he rather hang out by himself, vibe on his own. Where no one is bothering him or freaking him out. Just lays on his bed and listens to music.

✪ ONE DAYYY, Hanta found you a bit far off trail on UA grounds, smoking a joint. “No way!? You smoke too!?”

✪ Scared the fuck out of you of course, wanted to join and brought his own joint. “So what’s your vibe? (・・?) (asking because of his friends) What strain you smoking? Can I hit it real quick? Do you want some of mine?

✪ Was happy to know that you’re chill（＾∇＾）

✪ Hung out a bit and y’all went to Hanta’s room and sat in total silence.

✪ Solo hangouts turned into silent company.

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Before Sesh:

✪ When he ask you to hang out, he texts you around sunset. (Because he does chores to get it out of his way) “Yooo wyd? Just finished cleaning my room if you wanna come over? Can I hit your vape tho? (If you own one)

✪ He likes you so much that he rolls joints for you. Afraid of you finding out, he only does it sometimes. “I had extra weed and so I rolled an extra one for you or whatever” ƪ(˘⌣˘)ʃ

✪ He’ll sometimes come over to your dorm and take out this materials

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A grinder

Definitely a hand me down tray（−＿−；）

Wrappers but for you pattered (SAFE; NON TOXIC) wrappers like Hello Kitty type shit

A also hand me down bowl, he cleaned it good as new

A lighter that barely works (~_~;)

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During Sesh:

✪ Y’all definitely have a playlist (that y’all made sober and he definitely did not add tracks that drops hints that he likes you) “I think you would like Thinking Bout You by Frank Ocean”

✪ Y’all go on “walks” because you don’t wanna stink up each others room.

✪ He actually sparks up the joint for you while you have it in between your lips (because you let him and you want him too) “Wait I got you, pretty” (HELLO!?)

✪ He’s a light weight because man is SKINNYYY, so by himself, he smokes half of the joint. (Up to you if you wanna decide to imagine you finished the joint or smoked half the joint together because you’re also a lightweight BUT EVERYONE WORKS DIFFERENTLY)

✪ (YALL KNOW WHEN YALL DONE SMOKING AND THEN LATER YOU FEEL THE RUSH OF HIGH) That happened to Sero, (idk if it happens to you, you can join ig lol) he had to stop walking for a moment to let the rush go through. “Woah, hold on, it’s hitting me at this moment”

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After Sesh:

✪ Y’all know you guys are BIG on snacks so you guys head to the convenience store and get snacks and the munchies start to hit almost before you got to the dorms. Ya’ll held hands because y’all kinda stumble the whole way.

✪ Ya’ll like make a weird but somehow delicious parings when munchies hit. “Okay okay okay, PB sandwich, but add banana and Twix” (GUYS I RECOMMEND PLZZZZ, MADE THAT AND THAT SHIT WAS INSANELY GOOD)

✪ After the muchie fiasco, to whoever’s room ya’ll go, Hanta will be cuddly, but he wouldn’t say anything because he has no thought behind those eyes.

✪ This man would send you TikToks and/or IG reels even tho he’s next to you. Because man went non-verbal

✪ When you check verbally, Hanta will make a yes or no sound. When Hanta checks in, he’ll squeeze your hand, and you’ll squeeze back.

✪ As he’s coming down from being high, he’ll say a couple things here and there.

✪ Definitely says I love you here and there but he barely remembers saying it though. He just thinks out loud and for sure says a lot of things when he’s looking at you. “Pretty” *looks at your lips* “I love you” *checks you out every 5 minutes* “mmm” “so pretty”

✪ And of course, He falls asleep. On your bed or his, he’ll fall asleep while cuddling because he in love with you thinks you’re so comfy. So you’re stuck in place, until you have to pee.

[luzon-dove]

okay i'm finally able to elaborate on my post where i asked "what is it about death note that makes it so compelling to people with ocd" and it's half personal headcanon half textual evidence, because quite frankly i don't think light yagami was written to be obsessive compulsive with any degree of genuine intention on the part of the authors. but like. he has, as they say, the vibes. severely. i'll explain.

but first, if you have ocd, please read with caution. i do talk about my personal experience frankly and in some detail; i'm not responsible if you ignore this warning and trigger yourself. please take care of your brain.

now for some background: i like to call ocd a disorder of delusions, not in the clinical sense of a delusion vis a vis schizophrenia, but in the sense that when you have ocd, the fundamental way you interact with the world is disconnected from reality. "i can't step on this specific part of the sidewalk with only my right foot, it has to be even, or something indescribably bad will happen. i have to check my stove isn't on before i leave the house for the thirtieth time because what if i missed it being on the last 29 times i checked. i need to make sure i don't look suspicious when i enter a grocery store lest they think i'm stealing, even though i have zero intention to steal, have never stolen, and never will."

it's a profoundly detached-from-reality way to move through the world. i am explaining this, of course, not to blame or shame but just to explain some context about what it's like having ocd.

there is nuance. often there's an awareness of how ludicrous the rules you're following are, because of course, stepping on a sidewalk in a certain way isn't going to cause a horrible curse to befall you and your loved ones. and you know this, but you do it anyway, because you feel inexorably that you must. compulsions can also start from a semi-reasonable anxiety, but are blown endlessly out of proportion. i have, for example, mild contamination ocd and i do research in a biology lab that handles bacteria. these are even harder to parse and resist because at the end of the day, worrying a little bit is reasonable, and so washing my hands a couple times per lab session is also reasonable; worrying that some bacteria has magically gotten into my mouth and considering drinking rubbing alcohol is not.

background out of the way, let's talk about light yagami.

this is a guy with scrupulosity ocd. it's a type of ocd concerned with religious or moral obsessions. "am i a good person? am i going to get in trouble? am i going to hell?"

this interpretation stems from light's constant paranoia about being seen as Good. this manifests in several ways. most obviously, the desk drawer explosion trap and the slip of paper/doorknob angle indicator so that no one "catches him" doing a Bad Thing. compulsions can be thought based, too--you can see this in his constant revisiting of "did i just do a bad thing" and his moral justifications in order to settle that anxiety. his cognitive gymnastics to justify murder read almost exactly like a compulsive thought spiral. sometimes, when an obsession is so beyond the pale, you have to come up with something equally beyond the pale to quiet the anxiousness; for light, this is his whole "i'm god, therefore it's okay that i killed people" thing. you can also see this in his obsessive checking of how people perceive him, in his constant awareness of how he presents himself, his constant body-checking--he is always, always trying to make sure he looks like a Good Person. this is compulsive! he can't stop.

you may argue that light actually is kira, so these are all justifiable precautious. this is why i brought up earlier that compulsions can come from initially valid anxieties. this is also why i said that light isn't written explicitly to have ocd, his neuroses just mirror ocd pretty strongly. because, you know, this is fundamentally a story about death gods and magic notebooks, and i'm less concerned about diagnosing a fictional anime boy and more concerned with answering the question of why death note is a compelling story to people with ocd.

anyway. i think that in many ways, the death note becomes the compulsion as much as it's the obsession. writing 500 names of criminals to justify 2 murders is the kind of disproportionate retroactive justification that you can fall into when you're having an ocd spiral.

there's just...so much. light's neuroticism about everything, from what he's allowed to think about himself to how he's allowed to act. his disconnection from reality--how he thinks he's acting normal and non suspicious. the perfectionism. the cognitive gymnastics. the way he reaches for the death note over and over and over.

and that's not even discussing the intrusive thoughts aspect of ocd, where your brain comes up with the most upsetting scenarios to horrify and taunt you. the difference is light justifies the thoughts of "what if i killed everyone who i thought was unworthy" with "i'm god, so it's allowed" instead of, you know, literally anything else. you're supposed to acknowledge an intrusive thought, remind yourself that it's not representative of reality, and let it pass through you; this is obviously not how light deals with it.

i think this is most visible in the yotsuba arc, when he ruminates on the idea that he could be kira, and how it upsets him. how he compulsively devotes every ounce of his time to proving that he's not kira, to catching kira, to denying the possibility he could be kira. it is a thought that consumes and spurs him to repetitive denial and evidence-based rebuttal. it's so very obsessive compulsive of him.

there are just so many ways you can take this scaffold of thinking about light yagami and run with it in both interpretive meta and fanfic. and i think, at the end of the day, the way he behaves is resonant in an uncomfortable and cathartic way to people with ocd, without explicitly being about ocd; i think that's fundamentally very compelling.

[pines4thetwin]

As promised, here's that fusion post for the three people that asked for it (drops it and runs).

Ford thinks of himself and Stan as one, an extension of each other, and lowkey hates that its not true nor possible.

And Mabel really shouldn't have shown him Steven Universe because now he's obsessing over the concept of fusions and his desire to be one with stan.

Now lets say this is Pre-Weird and everything is still tense between them and they aren't exactly talking but despite that ford still wants to be close and he knows stan does too.

He can see it in the broken resigned looks Stan keeps throwing his way. And listen, Ford isn't the best at communication but he can fix this. He may still be angry and self righteous and an asshole but he can fix them.

So now he spends an even more absurd amount of time in the lab trying to making it his reality and entirely disregards his base needs to the point even dipper is concerned.

He has a journal dedicated to this idea where he keeps all his notes and theories on how to make it possible. Would he have to alter their DNA for it to work or could it be possible for them as they are?

While doing the tests and research for his fixation he remembers a dimension he briefly travelled to back when he was younger and fresh through the portal. One where this concept, his desire, his fantasy, his wish was real. A dimension where it was was their culture, their way of life. And while he did think it was interesting then, he was young and angry and raw with unrestrained hurt. Too emotional to stop and study the practice the way he should have.

He beats himself up over it now. If only he had been thinking more logically him and stan could be one already. They wouldn't have to be so... apart.

He doesn't have time to dwell on his shortcomings though. He has to figure this out. He doesn't know exactly why but he feels like he's running out of time. Like he has to do this now or he'll never have the chance again.

Eventually he has his prototype and it functions well... enough. He just has one more trial to run. Except Stan comes down to check on him. 'Worried ford isn't taking care of himself properly.' or something like that.

And honestly, Stan in his space is the last thing he expects because they have an unspoken agreement. Stan roams above and Ford stays down here. And when they cross paths they both look the other way.

But stan is here and yes Ford is annoyed at first but this also means he doesn't have to go seek stan out.

"I told you to stay- wait actually this is perfect. We'll do it now," Ford fiddles with his device, turning it on and he really isn't thinking right anymore. He know the device works and that's all that matters.

"Do what now? Stanford, what is that," And Stan is kinda terrified because Ford looks... well he looks kinda like how he did decades ago when he had sent that postcard and Stan had come running because well, its Ford.

Ford looks insane, primal and unhinged, like he hasn't seen the light of day in weeks. And Dipper had told Stan, had been worried but Stan brushed it off because Ford locking himself in the lab and avoiding everybody, avoiding him wasn't a new development.

But now Stan’s worried because that wild-eyed look is directed at him again and the cowardly little animal in him is screaming at him to run.

It’s like Ford knows what he's thinking because before Stan has a chance to decide if he's going to shut down or entertain that scared little animal, Ford is grasping at him and pulling him deeper into the dingy little basement.

Stan trips and he fully expects his back to hit the floor but fords got and arm wrapped low on his back that keeps him from falling fully. And stan's hand is also tangled in fords sweater so even if Ford had let him fall, well they would have gone down together.

But then he catches sight of that thing again and it looks vaguely like a gun and why did he have to get saddled with the insane twin? He doesn't even have time to flinch because a bright light floods his vision and he blanks.

For a second, Stan's mind goes black and there's a strange humming in his ears. But then he hears a laugh he hasn't heard in forever. Soft and joyous and for a moment stan smiles. It's Ford's laugh.

Because he and Stan become one. And everything is warm and bright and as it should be. For a moment everything is right. It feels like coming home.

His-Their eyes open and Ford's confused? No, Stans confused.

"Sixer? Lee?" Their voice says, soft and bewildered. They look around, searching for each other. Stan? Ford? Where did they go? They look down and their vision swims. Four hands, five fingers? Six? It all blurs together.

Is this me, they think as one. Finally as one. Four hands run up the sides of their one body then stretch out for their wide eyes to view. Ford can feel his giddiness rising unbidden. And a whisper from Stan, rising to meet Ford. Uncertain but matching nonetheless.

Finally

Finally together... Finally fixed... Finally right.

They spin slowly, as if that will give them a better view of what they are now, and they catch their reflection in some dim glass. Ford wants to smile but their face drops, eyes horrified.

"What did you do," Stan says, voice a cutting accusation. Nausea erupts in their stomach. And that isn't right. Why isn't it right?

Something is wrong. Everything is so very wrong. Ford's head hurts. Or is it Stans. He doesn't know. They can't tell.

"I fixed it. I fixed us," Ford says and it isn't right either. Why is it still so wrong? Stan is angry. But why is he angry? Why aren't they happy? They're together. After all this time they're finally together again.

Ford can feel Stan pulling away. It's like their mind is splitting in two. Hot searing pain shoots through their head, four eyes closing when the world starts to spin.

Ford grasps ahold of stan and refuses to let go. He can't let Stan ruin this, ruin them. He will not let Stan destroy everything he's worked towards again. They've been apart for so long- too long but not anymore. Besides, this is for them. Stan will just have to understand. They are one now. Broken and wrong but one nonetheless.

"Let me go," They yell, tugging apart furiously. Their shape shifts and distorts but doesn't split. Ford won't let them. They snap back together painfully, stumbling on two bulky legs, one that branches into two feet. Wrong.

"No! This is what we wanted right," their voice bellows, loud and angry and wrong. So very wrong. "For us to be together. Always together."

They grip at their hair as if trying to pull themselves back apart. Stan.

"Not like this. I never asked for this." they shout back, voice sharp and hurt and why aren't they happy now. They should be happy. This is right. This is how they are meant to be.

Even as the anger and hurt courses through their entire being, Ford knows he wouldn't want to be any other way. Stan's angry and scared but at least they're one. They're shattered and hurting but even then some small part burns in them, it's a tiny little ember but it's both of them and it says yes.

Another set of hands reach for the ones in their hair, pulling them out and restraining them. Betrayal spikes, scorching and increasing rapidly even after years of dormancy. Ford.

"Stop being so ungrateful! You're always so-." angry tears spill from their eyes. Decades of hurt and anger and resentment spill forth to mix into a sense numbing cocktail but most of all they feel alone. So very alone. Them.

They grapple and struggle and Ford's device glints from the corner of their eyes. Ford can feel Stan's intent before their body even moves. Being one now, it's like their minds have melded which means Stan knows the device's purpose. And he intends to separate them.

"NO!" Ford bellows, voice priggish and angry, hurt tinting the singular word so strongly that their body stalls. Why would stan- Why doesn't he want them to be together?

"Grunkle Stan?" Their head whips to the left, eyes locking with a confused and tired Mabel’s. Their focus splits, body jerking in an awkward aborted movement as Stan tries to move forward and Ford holds him back.

“Pumpkin grab that- Mabel don't-” And why can they never agree on anything. When did everything go so wrong? 

Flashes of being in this very lab, so long ago- but no, it was before that even.

Mabel stares at them, scared and confused and stan has never wanted her to look at him like that ever. But Ford doesn't register it because for a moment, one split second, Stan stops fighting him. 

They don't hesitate to rush forward, very much intent on destroying their creation before it has a chance to be used against them. To hurt them.

Two small hands wrap around it before they can get ahold of it. Mabel clutches it to her chest, watching them with something too close to fear. They freeze in place, hands raising in surrender.

"Sweetie," Falls from their lips, pleading. For what though, they aren't quite sure. Because their mind, it should be one yet it isn't. It's at odds, fragmented by a fear and necessity that clash so strongly it could tear universes apart.

“Press the green- Don't you dare-” They speak at once, words and thoughts overlapping. Large hands cover their mouth, two others gripping uselessly at wrist that refuse to budge, because regardless of whatever insanity that has plagued Fords mind to make them act this way, Stan will not let their voice- their words even hint at a threat towards Mabel.

Mabel's head bobs, looking from them down to the thing in her hands, unsure of what to do. Stan nods, eyes pleading.

Ford lashes out, angry and hurt and thrashing like a wild dog. 'Stanley please no. Why don't you want us to be-' Stan is retreating, silent and distant. 'Lee. LEE!'

Everything goes dark.

Ford rises slowly, head spinning and ears ringing. He has the worst headache he has ever experienced. He stares at his hands, splayed on the floor. Two hands, six fingers. Wrong.

His head whips up and his gaze finds Stan's crumpled form across from him on the floor. Stan's glaring at him, thick angry tears spilling down red cheeks.

No. No!

His head turns slowly and his eyes fall on Mabel. Mabel who is standing with his prototype in shaky hands looking between a separated Ford and Stan. He... failed. And now they're...

Apart.

Broken.

Wrong.

[katakosmos]

i have a couple of barty/crouch family asks that i need to answer, but i feel like i need to research first... so i'm rereading goblet of fire 😍. i'm also going to make a list of all the times barty's mentioned because i think that could be useful to a lot of people here. so... i'll answer them in a couple months

[thatnonameuser]

Hi, happy 20th birthday. I hope you spent your birthday in good company. And how will yandere react to darling, who has a disease called "Anhidrosis", and he does not feel pain in principle, because of which he acts recklessly and silently strives for death in the hope of feeling at least some pain. And when he finds the most painful way to die, he is sincerely happy. He studies the concept of pain and death and strives to feel it. And honestly says that he is ready to give his life just to feel at least something. (google translator)

Anhidrosis(lack of sweat)confused me for a second but that was Google Translate's fault.

A darling with anhydrosis. And wants nothing more than to experience it, and wants to die a painful death….

This is a half imagine because I'm probably adding another part to this. A smut one.

CW: Dead Dove: Do not Eat if you are triggered by self-harm, voluntary FGM(a mention nothing graphic) or suicide, don't read. I might be breaking my own rules but this idea was very interesting.

At age three you realized that you could never feel pain.

You'd badly skinned your knee, gained from a nasty slip and fall of the swing set, but after you'd fallen all you did was sit and stare at the blood dripping from your knee.

You remember poking it, and feeling only the warm blood stick to your skin, and nothing else. So you kept playing, not caring about the blood running down your legs.

It was only after someone noticed did you realize how bad your injury was. At first, everyone thought you just had a high pain tolerance, or were just being a brave kid. Which you wore with a badge of honor.

But when everyone can experience something you can't, you start to wonder.

What was it like? Would it be good or bad?

You had to find out.

So you started to get hurt on purpose. Jumping from higher ledges, ‘slipping’ down stairs, poking yourself with sewing needles and cutting yourself with scissors.

You did whatever you could to feel pain, but when you got cuts and bruises you didn't get any new feelings.There was no tears, or crying , or the need to complain about how much it hurt.

And you hated it. Every failed attempt drove you to do more harm to yourself, placing your palms into fire, riding bikes super fast without protective gear and crashing, provoking dogs so they would bite you, but..

You never felt pain. You couldn't feel pain.

At first, the people around you thought your acts of self harm were attention seeking, but after you purposely beat your arm with a hammer till your fingers went numb, you were forced to go to a doctor and you got diagnosed.

You were sick, yeah mentally, but physically you were unable to register pain no matter how hard you tried.

And that made you depressed knowing that this foreign sensation was barred from you forever. So you harmed even more. Cutting yourself with blunt knives, pressing hot irons to your skin,every twisted thought you could come up with.

But after your diagnosis, your life was spent being coddled. Knives and tools locked in drawers. The house you-proofed. Teachers and friends made to watch you constantly.

You could never get the opportunity to hurt yourself, and that made you want to die even more. All you wanted was to feel what pain was, and now you couldn't do that either. Your desperation to feed that addiction got worse and worse, it became all you thought about, finding that pain, that total, consuming, and endless pain.

You lost whatever survival instinct was stopping you, and you began to harm with intent to kill. To die. You researched your methods thoroughly, got thrown into a psych ward for your troubles. But regardless, you preserved, learning how to attack the spots that cause the most debilitating pain.

Still nothing.

But you kept pushing, kept planning. Scars cover you now. Everywhere in every place, even what would have been your most delicate and sensitive regions….thought they were hardly sensitive given your attempts.

All you wanted….was to die. Slowly, miserably and as painfully as possible

But then a wrench came into your plans, a carriage to a whole new world. You were a little excited to wake up in a place that was outside the laws of your normal boring society, one that worked completely different, on the jaws of what one person calls crazy, but hey, you weren’t any saner.

Where love is obsessive and smothering, and murder is allowed within Sage Island’s borders.

But you were a darling. And people like you don’t get to be seen as anything more than delicate. You managed to hide it the best you could, not wanting to repeat a life of over-protection and smothering, bu you got caught.

It was an accident really, you forgot to lock the door to your bathroom, and Ace and Deuce found you while looking for you. You were halfway through your bi-weekly cutting when they found you.

They freaked out and the rumors flew fast. Soon everyone knew.

And they all freaked out.

Spells of protection to keep you from hurting yourself, potions keeping you too sedated to think straight. Malleus even put you into a dream world again to prevent you from harming and killing yourself, but you still tried in your dreams.

You started to hate them.

They were no better than the people back home like you were a porcelain doll on a shelf. If you were a doll, you wanted to shatter into pieces so small that you could never be put back together. Wouldn’t that be nice, being broken so badly and so painfully living would be impossible. But they would just lock you up in a padded cell and leave you there to ‘love’ you.

You only wanted ‘love’ if it was torture. Agony. A pain to breathe and to exist where a painful death is the happily ever after.

But two of them loved you the way you wanted, like you were something to break.

The Leech Twins.

The way they loved you was torture. And you loved it.

Floyd, the outwardly violent one, had squeezed you so tightly before that he broke your ribs. You loved watching him attack other students and the bloody messes that would be left when he was done excited you. You treasured the messy, jagged bites he’d give, grateful that he wouldn’t treat you like you were precious. You loved him angry, and the way he hurt you when he was.

And then there was Jade. If Floyd was violent, Jade was completely sadistic. And you loved that too. The complete nonchalance and calm that he’d normally show, mixing with the mirth in his eyes when he poisoned you and watched what it did to you. You didn’t feel anything new, but the way you writhed made you feel the closest to that sensation that you’d craved all your life.

Those two were capable of destroying you and in the Coral Sea they could get away with it.

You would despise being controlled and coddled by the others, but you’d love being finally breaking past that barrier to pain with one, or both you’re not picky, of those two. After all, they were the only ones that could do it.

Besides, life and love weren't a fairy tale. It's ending is death. For you, and it's a happy, painful one.

[gem-de-lune]

Helloo! Thank you for all the readings ever since and for the update today! My question is abt you if its not too intruding. If it is, you could just ignore this! That’s totally fine i just got curious because i am a believer of energy and vibrations but i don’t know the specifics of it yet such as to how to communicate or protect them and sorts. I just think tarot is just one way to go around this.

Anyways, how did you get into tarot reading? And how are you doing your practice to improve your intuition(?), if thats the right term for it😅

Aside from helpful and hopeful, I find your readings interesting. I feel like you’re more attuned to people’s energy as opposed to the other readers i see online. You seem more detailed because the other readers comes off as general when they do read like it’d make me think ‘isn’t that just common sense?’

I didn’t know before that people you read can give permission or not if they like 😲 Maybe it’s because it’s the first time I’ve seen a daily reading of someone but how exactly does that work. To what part of the person exactly are you asking? Also, I remember one of your readings where you asked all members and that there were members who were much more open and quicker to respond. I don’t know why but i just imagined little souls of them lining up and all 😭

Oh, when you read do you see a vision on your head or do you hear words? And how does your practice differ from others?

Sorry i thought I was going to ask a few questions only but more questions pop up as I typed this haha. I’m actually curious more than I thought. Again if all this feels too intrusive you don’t have to answer! Sometimes, my curiosity just gets to me.

Thanks again btw! We really appreciate you 🧡

Oooooh i will answer to the best of my ability since a few of yall have been asking something similar and this ask has all those questions compiled lmao.

A- I got into Tarot by essentially ordering a deck and just started doing personal readings for myself right away. I used Tumblr and TarotForum.net (not active to use anymore, but you can research card combinations here, and it is very helpful). I highly recommend just starting with the regular Rider Waite deck bc you need to learn what the most generic cards mean to make things easy later.

B- As for how i practice and improve, as I got more familiar and understanding, i realized there were basically multiple ways to connect energetically for a tarot reading. you could connect to a higher power/diety, or to an individual's subconsious/energy. From there, I began meditating- specifically chakra training, awareness meditations, and Kundalini Awakening Meditation to train my intuition and spiritual connections. At that time, I was connecting to what I call "the universe" mainly. However, the Universe is very finnicky. Sometimes they answer me, and sometimes they do not, and there is no way of me forcing it. I did not realize this until a bit later ofc bc sometimes when you start out, you are not sure of how you should be feeling or what feelings to trust.

But yeah so as I worked on my Chakra training I kind of naturally gravitated more towards people rather than only the Universe, because it makes for a more accurate palatable reading in simple human terms. The Universe and Dieties will always try to tell you more profound and big picture things, but sometimes you do not need all of that. You just need the most simple explaination. So in most instances, I request for the Universe to assist- but only assist rather than getting all my answers from them. And I ask them to be simple and specific on purpose otherwise the message is way too philosophical and weird bc they are trying to tell me the grand plan of things rather than the details- which is what Humans are more focused on. Reading by connecting to the individual makes it more personable and easy to understand.

C- Now as to how I connect with individuals, I do this in about 3 steps that vary. 1st, I make sure I am able to focus my mind. I do this through some breathing exercises that take a few seconds to a minute, and maybe a short meditation. In particular i keep my eyes closed and have a ritual of blowing onto my deck (idk why it just centers me) then I inhale with it against my nose, then blow out one more time with my head tilted up. I like to visualize sending out shimmering wind that travels to where it needs to be and sends me there. At this point, and let's use Seunghan for example, i will see the person I am connecting to.

They could be doing anything, walking down the street, in a cafe, at home, etc. In Seunghan's case he is usually walking around on the streets or at a public space sitting like at a cafe. Maybe I will call out to him or tap him on the shoulder. He looks up and I hold out my hand. Whether he takes it or not is the permission. That is if I can even get that far though.

I can be stopped at any point. Whether I am unable to visualize the air I blow out travelling, or unable to see the person I attempt to connect to, or maybe i try to force it thinking it's me and the person looks weird (has a weird smile, weird expression, or looks warped), or even if they simply don't acknowledge me at all. All of these are the permission indicators. How far I get insidcates how willing they are to share anything at all.

In the case of the last vibe check attempt, I was stifled from just the air blowing. I thought maybe I was not focusing, so I tried more after meditating, but rather than the normal enviornment I was met with a door to which I knocked on to request entry. Upon entering, I was met with some darkness and just weird expressions from Seunghan and one other member I could not place. But all were just standing around staring at me like an intruder. I could not see all their faces which means some did not want me to know what they were feeling at all. So I decided that was a no and I needed to go for now.

Now when it comes to visualizing like this, it is so much faster, more fleeting, and less detailed than what I am describing. It's the vagueness of a fleeting dream almost. Which is why meditating and being focused is important bc every small sensation is a factor that changes the enviornment.

When I do the Vibe checks for all members- I've mentioned before about how "so and so wanted to go first" lol and it IS kinda similar to tiny voices in my head but since it's energy it's just a vibe. I'll ask "who wants to go first" and in my head like a mantra it'll be like "Sohee Sohee Sohee Wonbin Wonbin SOHEE SOHEE Eunseok SOHEE" and some will back off and wait their turn and others will go back and forth for a while before I get annoyed 🥴. The event is similar to when you have a song stuck in your head. The ones that usually care the least about the order are Anton and Sungchan, also sometimes Shotaro. Eunseok likes to be first a lot and so does Wonbin. Sohee it just depends. I usually do Seunghan first regardless so he is never part of those fights lol.

Anyways a lot of this is basic intuition and rather than really detailed visions it is just feeling. You know like how you meet your friend's eyes and you immediately know what they are thinking or wanting to say? It is like that. As to how I came to know how to do that I have absolutley no clue- it is just something I eventually started doing naturally when doing readings and it has been very accurate ever since.

I hope this makes sense lolol i kinda went too in depth but I hope this helps for anyone interested in learning to read tarot in this method. You have to be a very empathetic person though and remember to use protection like sage or crystals bc some people's energy lingers on you and it's not always good at all....

Also be careful if you just connect to dieties bc not all of them are good. USE PROTECTION!!

Hope this was insightful! If anyone has further questions about this, feel free to leave a comment? I'll answer them.

[ghouljams]

Branching off what the other anon asked about practice stuff... how does one start? Do the crystals actually work like people on tiktok say? I hate to be that person but I actually did have a friend who was into it and they made little jars of things. XD

I'm invested haha

👾

Here's the god honest truth about crystals: there's no scientific evidence that they do anything that people claim they do. BUT That doesn't mean that there aren't people who have been helped by them, or that have success stories regarding crystal use.

Me personally: I don't take any witchcraft advice from tiktok, and I don't use crystals in my practice. If I had to put a label on what I practice, it's herbalism(or rootwork for the more magical side of things). I don't worship gods, I do a bit of "energy work", but most of what I do is research.

Here's the thing. Spell jars are real things that people have been making for centuries, do we know if they work? Debatable, but again that doesn't mean there aren't success stories.

For anyone who wants to start the craft: Research, research, research. Your first 6 months(at least) should be spent learning everything you can about herbs, symbolism, color magic, folk-lore, how rituals are structured(not even how they work or what rituals you can do), and most importantly where different practices come from. Things like Wicca are incredibly recent, racist, and steal from multiple closed practices. Things like folk magic are traditionally passed down familially. "God work" can be really frustrating, and is often seen as a necessary part of witchcraft, but tbh you don't need a god to practice.

It's important to go into anything spiritual with as much practical knowledge as you can get your hands on, because people will always try to sell you on their particular brand. Don't listen to social media witches, and don't get sucked into "right" ways to practice because people that try to tell you what's the right/wrong way to go about spirituality are often trying to sell you something, or else convert you to their religion.

[finnlongman]

Well, the plot thickens...

Yes, that does appear to refer to Lugaid as Conall's son. Right after Conall has killed him.

NO, I DO NOT KNOW WHAT IS GOING ON.

Once again: if it were an oide-dalta relationship I would be surprised but I would understand it. An athair-mac relationship, however, is unhinged, especially because at no point in this 15,000-word text has anybody mentioned this before, and frankly, if we are dealing with a double kinslaying situation, I feel like we should have been told that sooner. Like, while we were going through all those legal terms about blood-feuds that we've been getting the whole time, or when they were arguing about who was entitled to behead Cú Chulainn, or any of that.

(Killing your mac to avenge your dalta? Legally questionable, surely. Would this not come up?)

Admittedly, it wouldn't be the first time in OCC the author makes a tantalising reference to a tradition or story that's completely different from any similar stories that have survived, and which is poorly integrated into OCC in the sense that it creates continuity issues where no continuity issue would have existed if he hadn't thrown in a baffling triad somewhere. For example, going on about Conall being the third man who ever rode a horse of a single rein, when Láeg did exactly that five pages earlier, and when one of the other examples given in the triad seems to be referring to a version of Cath Maige Tuired that is not the one we've got.

These phrases are so similar -- in tres fer, in tres athair -- that maybe they come from a shared source of Baffling Triads To Throw In To Confuse Future Medievalists. Does this help? Not at all. But, y'know.

Relatedly, I have been directed to a passage in the Annals of Tigernach where, in a description of Cú Chulainn's death, Lugaid is referred to as "mac trí con", the son of the three Hounds. No further explanation is given for this epithet. Presumably, this triad here is evoking that, whether drawing on an older story or inventing a new one to explain a phrase he'd heard. (Conall, Cú Roi, and Cú Chulainn being the three hounds in question.) Does that mean it's a "genuine" tradition? No idea! What does this mean in practical terms? Even less idea! These terms appear to be blood-relation terms and while having three biological fathers is not unheard of in Irish texts, I really cannot imagine the circumstances under which such a conception would involve Conall, Cú Chulainn and Cú Roi (... and I'm not sure I want to, either).

Anyway, given that interpersonal relationships are kinda the central focus of my PhD, and people abruptly getting positioned in paternal roles in OCC specifically is the focus of my current research, I do sort of need to get to the bottom of this one. Guess my supervisor is going to get some confused emails over the next few days.

Yesterday's translation weirdness:

uair is éisidhe an tres athair isa sealbh ara raibh Lughaidh .i. Conall ⁊ Cú Chulainn ⁊ Cú Rí mac Dáire. For he [Conall] was the third father under whose protection Lugaid was, that is, Conall and Cú Chulainn and Cú Roi mac Dáire.

What.

This is a completely wild reason to give why Conall might not be thrilled about having to behead Lugaid. It sets the whole thing up as a double kinslaying -- Lugaid kills Cú Chulainn, Conall kills Lugaid -- and it also makes no sense. Why would you use athair here? Aite/oide (foster-father) would be unexpected and surprising, but it would make sense... father, though?? Really?? How??

I looked it up in eDIL, but although it very occasionally gets used for non-familial relationships, it's extremely rare and seems to be limited to particular contexts that aren't what's going on here. Not that I know what's going on here. My best guess is that there's some confusion with Lugaid of the Red Stripes, who is sometimes depicted as Cú Chulainn's fosterson (and who does, notably, have three biological dads) (don't look up his family tree, it's all terrible). So, if you transferred that over, I could see how Cú Chulainn might be positioned in a paternal relationship towards Lugaid, even if using athair is a rogue choice and I would expect aite/oide. But I cannot see how Conall fits into this.

Gonna have to chase this one up, which means going through all the texts that Lugaid is in to figure out where this is coming from, which is a lot of texts. 🙃

Anyway:

[little-pup-pip]

Just curious, what requests do you have in your queue/to do currently? If you're ok with saying it that is :]

Oh boy, that's a bigger question than last time someone asked! I have over 200 waiting requests at this point!! Because of that this got very very long, so I put the rest under the cut! Like last time, this is in order of how recently I received the request, and doesn't mean I'm too busy to take new requests!!

Ibara saegusa (enstars)

Monochrome oranges cats and angels

Gloomy bear

Another rockruff (maybe)

Cult of the lamb (specifically the lamb)

Llewellyn Watts (Murdoch Mysteries)

Jake (trailer park warlock)

Cult of the lamb (pet dreaming themed)

Bear therian

Selkie

Ice bear (we bare bears)

Tubbo (maybe)

Snow leopard

Pink

Australian shepherd (pupre)

Cassie (fnaf: ruin)

Draik (neopets)

The rainbow fish

Black kitten + space

Pumpkin head (maybe, needs more research)

Alice in wonderland

Sheep

Someone's OC Avery & siblings

Gothic

Star catcher (MLP)

Masc version of my druid board

Scrooge CG (2009 film)

Beetlejuice

Superstar daycare (fnaf)

1950s + ocean

Pandas + light purple and black

Dandelions

Willy wonka CG (recent movie)

Maki Harukawa (Danganronpa)

Kidcore Halloween + pumpkin puppy Webkinz

Fruit bat

Mermaid

Pastel purple + pandas

Robocar Poli

Brown, lime green and forest green puppy

Weird Barbie CG

Shiny Vaporeon

Where the wild things are

Squid

Dylan (the magic roundabout)

Conner CG (Detroit become human)

Mitsuri kanroji (demon slayer)

Minecraft mooshrooms

Sharks or wolves (haven't decided)

Hot Wheels

Miffy

Fox

Sharks

Zombies

Vincent (dead plate)

Vintage kitty dreaming

Deadpool

Shane CG (stardew valley)

Wolf pup

Celestia and Luna (MLP)

Soft blue and yellow

Pascal (animal crossing)

Pastel blue and pink

Batman CG

Ram

Osamu dazai (bungo stray dogs)

Dylan (the quarry)

Rain/nature + white rabbits

Ox

Penguin + dinosaur

Noah (total drama island)

Vision CG (marvel)

Light blue

Bumble bees + lavender

Yellow + ducks

Bearded vulture

Barn owl

Queen barb (trolls world tour)

Oliver (vocaloid)

Light green light brown and beige

Mind (Chonny Jash/CCCC)

Cinnamoroll + emu otori (project sekai)

Yellow+ chicks and puppy stuffies

Seam CG (deltarune)

Plants vs zombies

Viktor (arcane)

Queen of trash CG (Elmo goes to grouch land)

John Constantine (Justice League Dark)

Aziraphale (good omens)

Scenecore

Musa (winx club)

Leap frog

Hyper feminine puppy

Crow + black cat

Totodile + bodies of water

Bees

Sackboy (Little Big Planet) and or My Melody

Baby crocodile

Animal crossing

Pastel kitten

Doki doki literature club

Keralis (Hermitcraft, maybe)

90s grunge

Tula tones (novi stars)

Eevee + dragons

Kitten + stars

Ratchet (rescue bot academy)

Pastel shark

Mikan Tsumiki (Danganronpa)

Mushrooms

Grey + Ross federman youtooz

Sparkly dragon

Blue and purple + puppies

Ducks + alt/Gothic lean

Cinnamoroll

Shadow (sonic)

Jellyfish

Boyfriend.xml (Friday night funkin')

Puppet (fnaf)

Golden retriever + yellow and blue

Bernese mountain dog

Strawberries

Genshin impact

Len or Miku

Toothless (httyd)

Eddworld

Donnie (rise of the tmnt)

The princess and the grilled cheese sandwich

Pastel goth princess

SpongeBob

Karako Pierot (hiveswap)

Young Michael Afton

Soft fox

Great pyrenees + farm

Ike eveland

Invader Zim + neon green

Julius Caesar (Octavian, night at the museum, waiting until March for this one)

Scorpion

Vampire squid

Golden retriever (again, lol)

Cats + playing outside

Border Collie

Tiger

Argos CG (World of Mr. Plant) 

Pochacco

Mortal Kombat

marble cross fox/forest/fantasy (I'm figuring this one out still)

Puppy + SpongeBob

characters from Project Sekai, Hoshino Ichika, Mochizuki Honami, Akiyama Mizuki and Kusanagi Nene.

Baby vulture

Frog with more fem themes

Rain world/slugcat

Dark academia/cottagecore

Border Collie

Modded smash hit rooms

Crying child (fnaf)

Agent Smith CG (the matrix)

Katamari

Enjolras (les miserable)

Rolfe DeWolfe CG (Rockafire Explosion)

Bugbo

Slime rancher

Puppet (fnaf)

CosMc's

Parado (Kamen Rider)

Tally hall

Gordon (all engines go)

Spinel (Steven universe)

Cater diamond (twisted wonderland)

Rockabilly (probably)

Felix Lee

Jing yuan CG (Hsr)

Charles Xavier CG (X-Men)

Toki wartooth (metalocalypse)

Naoto Shirogane (persona 4)

Kitoto (I don't know what he's from)

17th century dutch

Sirena von boo (monster high)

Jake (miss peregrines home for peculiar children)

Minecraft

Sees behind trees

Allay (Minecraft, I think)

Spinosaurus screenshots or products

Tecchou (Bungo Stray Dogs)

Barbara (genshin impact)

Tasmanian devil

Spamton CG (deltarune)

Spinosaurus

Grunge + lop eared bunnies

Yume-Nikki

Daxter (jak and daxter)

Madness combat for puppies

James Sunderland (silent Hill)

Shirokuma (Danganronpa)

Leo (IDW comic)

[kindnessoverperfection]

Please, if you can, take a moment to read and share this because I feel like I'm screaming underwater.

NPD (Narcissistic Personality Disorder) stigma is rampant right now, and seems to be getting progressively worse. Everyone is using it as a buzzword in the worst ways possible, spreading misinformation and hatred against a real disorder.

I could go on a long time about how this happened, why it's factually incorrect (and what the disorder actually IS), why it's harmful, and the changes I'd like to see. But to keep this concise, I'll simply link to a few posts under the cut for further reading.

The point of this post is a plea. Please help stop the spread of stigma. Even in mental health communities, even around others with personality disorders, in neurodivergent "safe" spaces, other communities I thought people would be supportive in (e.g. trans support groups, progressive spaces in general), it keeps coming up. So I'm willing to bet that a lot of people on this site need to see this.

Because it's so hard to exist in this world.

My disorder already makes me feel as if I'm worthless and unlovable, like there's something inherently wrong and damaged about me. And it's so much harder to fight that and heal when my daily life consists of:

Laughing and spending time with my friends, doing my utmost best to connect and stay present and focused on them, trying to let my guards down and be real and believe I'm lovable- when suddenly they throw out the word "narcissist" to describe horrible people or someone they hate, or the conversation turns to how evil "people with narcissistic personality disorder" are. (Seriously, you don't know which of your friends might have NPD and feels like shit when you say those things & now knows that you'd hate them if you knew.)

Trying to look up "mental health positivity for people with npd", "mental health positivity cluster bs", only to find a) none of that, and b) more of the same old vile shit that makes me feel terrible about myself.

Having a hard time (which is constant at this point) and trying to look up resources for myself, only to again, find the same stigma. And no resources.

Not having any clue how to help myself, because even the mental health field is spitting so much vitriol at people with DISORDERS (who they're supposed to be helping!) that there's no solid research or therapy programs for people like me.

Losing close friends when they find out, despite us having had a good relationship before, and them KNOWING me and knowing that I'm not like the trending image of pwNPD. Because now they only see me through the lens of stigma and misinformation.

Hearing the same stigma come up literally wherever I go. Clubs. Meetings. Any online space. At the bus stop. At the mall. At a restaurant. At work. Buzzword of the year that everyone loooves loudly throwing around with their friends or over the phone. Feels awesome for me, makes my day so much better/s

I could go on for a long time, but I'm scared no one will read/rb this if it gets too much longer.

So please. Stop using the word "narcissist" as a synonym for "abusive".

Stop bringing up people you hate who you believe to have NPD because of a stigmatizing article full of misinformation whenever someone with actual NPD opens their mouth. (Imagine if people did that with any other disorder! "Hey, I'm autistic." "Oh... my old roommate screamed at me whenever I made noise around him, and didn't understand my needs, which seems like sensory overload and difficulty with social cues. He was definitely autistic. But as long as you're self-aware and always restraining your innate desire to be an abusive asshole, you're okay I guess, maybe." ...See how offensive and ignorant that is?)

Stop preventing healthcare for people with a disorder just because it's trendy to use us as a scapegoat.

If you got this far, thank you for reading, and please share this if you can. Further reading is under the cut.

NPD Criteria, re-written by someone who actually has NPD

Stigma in the DSM

Common perception of the DSM criteria vs how someone may actually experience them (Keep in mind that this is the way I personally experience these symptoms, and that presentation can vary a lot between individuals)

"Idk, the stigma is right though, because I've known a lot of people with NPD who are jerks, so I'm going to continue to support the blockage of treatment for this condition."

(All of these were written by me, because I didn't want to link to other folks' posts without permission, but if you want to add your own links in reblogs or replies please feel free <3)