#knight moonbeam

[kepplu]

Knight Moonbeam

[minxinq]

DAY 1: drawing kiana for 100 days

[herrscherofmagic]

Just a thought, what if the Knight: Moonbeam battlesuit had bird-like wings coming off of the arms, instead of the butterfly(?)-ish wings coming from the back? (featuring a super scuffed set of sketches by me)

I want to do a proper drawing with this idea sometime but I'm too tired to try and work on a proper illustration right now, and I also have several other WIPs that need my attention first x-x

but I wanted to share something so here it is! I think the idea is fairly straightforward so I figured a rough set of sketches would be good enough for a tumblr post lol

I've been thinking about making a fan redesign of Knight: Moonbeam sometime, not because I don't like the original battlesuit (it's one of my favs!!!) but rather because I kinda want to try and make it fit the other Godsbane battlesuits more closely (Shadow Knight, VKE, BKE, AKA). If that were the case, I felt that it'd be cool to redesign KMB as a sort of scout/ranger type of battlesuit.

Like if the Godsbane battlesuits were D&D classes, I feel like SK is the Monk (punchy gal), VKE is a Fighter (swingy sword), BKE is the Paladin (tanky fighter), and AKA would be a Rogue (sneaky? I guess? Rita likes sneaking around right?). So why not make KMB the Ranger of the group?

So I felt it'd be cool if KMB had bird-like wings instead of the typical "shooting-out-the-back" wings that most winged humanoids have in fiction, y'know?

Like KMB's wings aren't just the usual wings that let a Valk fly or whatever, they're special wings optimized for speed, letting the battlesuit user zip around the battlefield at Mach Fast. And it'd kinda pair well with the whole Gungnir Canon and missile barrage thing the battlesuit canonically has!

[cloud-ya]

ah yes, people who accompanied kiana in her journey and life as well as had great influence on her all shown in the "graduation trip" preview

elysia

[jxka]

7-11-24

[leona-hawthorne]

hiya! congrats on 1k! i’ve been in and around your blog for a while and thought it was time to send my first ask. May I get a book browsing? Mattheo Riddle with a cinderella moment and "Fuck you" "Love you too"

this is so cute! thank you for requesting 🤍🫂

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UNFORGETTABLE… book browsing

ミ★ MATTHEO RIDDLE

The Great Hall gleamed, a sea of enchantment under the soft glow of floating candles and glittering stars. You hated to admit it, but the Yule Ball looked almost perfect tonight. Almost.

Your dress was stunning—flowing fabric that caught the light like moonbeams, the soft clink of subtle jewelry as you moved—but it felt wasted. Your date, some Ravenclaw whose name you didn’t care to think about, had failed to show, leaving you stranded by the punch table, clutching a glass like it was your last hope for dignity.

Mattheo Riddle, of course, had noticed.

He always noticed, though whether it was to irritate or intrigue you depended entirely on his mood. Tonight, his dark gaze trailed you across the room, unreadable behind the mask of indifference he wore so well. But behind the mask, he was stunned at your beauty tonight. Well, you’d always been beautiful—he couldn’t deny that—but it was different tonight.

“Trouble in paradise?” his voice cut through the hum of music and chatter, low and smooth, as he sidled up to you. That mask of indifference—it was impenetrable, even if his heart was racing at the way your side profile looked in this light, with your hair all done up and pulled back over your bare shoulders.

You didn’t look at him. “Go away, Riddle.”

“That’s no way to speak to your knight in shining armor.”

You scoffed, finally turning to face him. It was weird—you could’ve sworn his eyes held a sparkle of warmth. “You’re the farthest thing from that.”

“And yet,” he smirked, leaning casually against the table, “here I am. Let me guess—your date’s a no-show, and now you’re thinking of leaving before anyone notices.”

Your jaw tightened, heat rising to your cheeks. He wasn’t entirely wrong, but you’d rather hex yourself than admit it. “What do you want?”

“To dance,” he said simply, like it wasn’t the most absurd thing in the world.

You blinked. “Excuse me?”

He straightened, offering a hand with the kind of confidence that bordered on infuriating. “Come on, princess. You can’t let that dress go to waste.”

You stared at his outstretched hand, skepticism warring with the ache in your chest. The last thing you wanted was to spend the night alone, but accepting help from Mattheo Riddle? That felt like surrender.

“I don’t need your pity, Mattheo,” you muttered, crossing your arms.

“Who said anything about pity?” His lips curled into a smirk. “Maybe I just want the best-dressed girl here to make me look good for a change.”

Your scoff was automatic, but a flicker of curiosity sparked in your chest. “You’re insufferable, you know that?”

“And yet,” he quipped, stepping closer, “you haven’t walked away.”

You hated that he was right. Maybe it was the warmth in his eyes, just faint enough to convince yourself it wasn’t real. Or maybe it was the fact that he’d noticed you at all, standing there alone in the middle of a crowd. Whatever it was, it made your fingers twitch toward his hand before you could stop yourself.

“This doesn’t mean I like you,” you said, letting him take your hand.

“Wouldn’t dream of it,” he replied smoothly, leading you toward the dance floor.

The music swelled as you reached the center of the room. Other couples turned and swayed in perfect rhythm, their laughter and whispered words mixing with the melody. You felt the weight of their eyes as Mattheo placed a hand on your waist, his touch firm but not unwelcome.

“You’re tense,” he murmured, guiding you into the first steps of the waltz.

“Maybe that’s because I’m dancing with someone I can’t stand,” you shot back, though your voice lacked the venom you intended.

“Harsh,” he said, the corner of his mouth twitching. “You wound me.”

“You’ll live.”

But as the music carried you both, something shifted. His movements were surprisingly graceful, his confidence steady without being overbearing. For a boy who usually thrived on chaos, Mattheo Riddle was unexpectedly good at this. And worse, you found yourself relaxing—letting him lead, letting the music fill the silence between you.

“You clean up well, you know,” he said after a moment, his voice quieter now.

You raised an eyebrow. “Is that a compliment?”

“Don’t get used to it.”

You couldn’t help the faint smile that tugged at your lips. “You’re ridiculous.”

“And yet,” he echoed, his hand tightening slightly on your waist, “you’re still here.”

The night blurred into a strange kind of magic you hadn’t expected. Mattheo danced with a confidence that kept you steady, his hand firm against your back as he led you through each step. By the time the music ended, you weren’t sure whether to feel grateful or annoyed by how natural it had all seemed.

As he walked you back to your dorm, the castle was quiet, the distant echoes of the Yule Ball fading with every step. The tension between you was different now—softer, almost curious—but Mattheo, of course, couldn’t leave well enough alone.

“You know,” he drawled, breaking the silence, “you could’ve just asked me to the Ball in the first place. Would’ve saved you the trouble.”

You stopped in your tracks, turning to glare at him. “Are you serious?”

He shrugged, his smirk infuriatingly intact. “I’m just saying, if I’d known you’d clean up like this, I might’ve asked you myself.”

The warmth in your chest vanished, replaced by the familiar sting of irritation. “You’re unbelievable,” you muttered, resuming your pace.

“Unbelievably charming,” he corrected, keeping stride with you. “Come on, admit it—I made your night.”

“You’re delusional,” you shot back, though your cheeks betrayed you with their lingering heat.

By the time you reached the entrance to your dorm, you were ready to leave him and his insufferable grin behind. Turning to face him, you folded your arms, fixing him with your best glare.

“Well, thanks for the dance,” you said flatly. “Now you can go back to being your usual, annoying self.”

He tilted his head, studying you with that maddeningly unreadable expression. “That’s the plan,” he said easily, but something flickered in his eyes—something that made your stomach flip.

“Good,” you replied, turning toward the door.

But as you reached for the handle, he spoke again, his tone laced with the perfect amount of cocky amusement.

“By the way, you should’ve let me kiss you on the dance floor. It would’ve made your night unforgettable.”

You froze, your hand gripping the doorknob as your head snapped back toward him. His smirk deepened at the look on your face, and you could practically feel your blood boiling.

“Fuck you,” you hissed, slamming the door shut before he could respond.

From the other side, his voice came, warm and unbothered, echoing softly through the stone.

“Love you too.”

You stared at the closed door, your heart pounding in your chest as you tried—and failed—not to think about the way he’d said it, like it was the most natural thing in the world. Like he meant it.

And, worst of all, you couldn’t stop the smile creeping onto your lips.

[mystiffox]

— smoothie medieval au !!

hehe selfship/kinsona au takeover✨️ AND 'TIS I, SIR BLUE !! Queen Dream's most loyal knight ever !! definitely not in a secret relationship with her imeanWHAT—!!

anyway. guess who dragged me down this brainrot (spoiler its @gillanfryingpan . as usual.) please click on the images this is the only time you'll catch me drawing /r

-> Disclaimer Below (please read!)

Jester!Ink belongs to @gillanfryingpan

Knight!Blue belongs to me (@mystiffox)

i had to add that for both our sakes tbh. watch that not work for some people 🙄 but!! moving on!! have a chart of our insanity polycule LMFAO + moments before disaster struck

if you were wondering, yes: smoothie is our poly name w dream bc we wanted to keep it similar but seperate to drinkberry HA (me and night r called moonbeam instead of nightberry too hehe<3)

this au.. this au is everything to me i fear. and oh does it have some lore. we're having lots of fun. this is your only warning. winks

[a-dumb-sarcastic-bisexual]

I’m gonna keep writing Nimona headcanons til someone stops me cause they’ve taken over my life

Ambrosius was forced to suppress his emotions basically his whole life 

He used to be one of those guys who would say shit like “I haven’t cried in 15 years”

But not as like a weird subtle brag just as stating a fact which made it more depressing 

Once the wall came down it’s like the floodgates opened this man will cry when he’s happy sad angry stressed 

You name it he’s crying 

And he’s not a pretty crier either which is funny cause there is a whole compilation of “Ambrosius being unreasonably photogenic” 

Bal was the typical crybaby growing up 

He was constantly bullied for it and it only got worse when he was at the institute 

A lot of his classmates and teachers would try and be “helpful” and give him tips to stop crying  

Ambrosius was the only one who encouraged him to cry and deal with all his emotions 

It’s pretty rare to see Bal cry now but it happens occasionally when he’s sad or stressed or really happy  

Seeing Nimona cry is a rare phenomenon 

Bal and Ambrosius have only ever seen her cry four times 

The first was when they were on Gloreth’s statue at the end of the movie, the second Gloreth’s statue was fully taken down, the third was when the adoption paperwork was finalized and the fourth was their wedding 

But she denies it literally every single time 

Pinky promises are sacred for the trio

Back when the boys were training they would only make pinky promises about big things 

And if they broke those promises there would be big consequences like giving up your dessert for two months 

It was a habit that Bal subconsciously passed onto Nimona 

The trio never really talked about it but there was a silent mutual understanding that they held weight

The first pink promise Ambrosius ever made was right after Nimona started trusting him and had enough respect for him to hold a conversation without hissing 

And he swore that he would never consciously hurt Bal or Nimona again 

Nimona made a joke about that being a big promise to make 

And Ambrosius said “That’s why it’s a pinky promise”

I feel like Bal and Ambrosius never tried to hide their relationship the kingdom is just stupid 

They were highly encouraged by the staff and family to keep it under wraps but they said fuck that noise I wanna hold my boyfriend's hand in public 

The fellow knights in training knew something was up but they didn’t figure it out until the wall fell

Todd was the most outspoken when they first started dating he used to go around and tell people “No one looks at their bro like that”

After a while they stopped giving a fuck and they didn’t really have enough time or energy to ask because they were too busy getting their asses handed to them by the boys 

A lot of citizens had this weird misconception that they had this heated and bitter rivalry 

There were entire articles written about how they were “The rivals of the century” 

And the boys would get together and dramatically read every single one of them

Whenever the boys were in a bad mood they would reference the articles like this 

“Hey sunshine did you know I joined the institute specifically to dethrone you?” “You know what moonbeam I didn’t but thanks for telling me” 

“Bal I just want you to know that I am utterly seething at the cruel defeat by your hand” “Oh I’m so sorry love I’ll make sure to kick your ass nicer next time”

[ivystoryweaver]

Based on a request by @mintellaine: Moon Boys married prompts #6&7: being able to predict the other's moves & predict the other's words

Content: f!reader, established relationship, action, violence, fluff, kissing, mentions of food

Word Count: 805

Moon Knight's cape swished valiantly behind him as his muscular thigh thrusted outward in a punishing kick. The foul-smelling, ghastly supernatural creature yelped, its phantom bones crunching as it careened toward you.

"Drop!"

"Yep!"

Your body had already instinctively reacted. Sprinting forward, you dropped to your knees, skidding under the creature. Raising your arm, you dragged your curved dagger through its hairy abdomen.

Your enemy's ear-piercing shriek momentarily disoriented you, propelling you into a stumble, rather than you flipping to your feet with your usual grace.

Before even your shoulder could graze the bruising asphalt, a white gauze-wrapped arm slid underneath you, absorbing your fall. Tucking you in tightly to the solid safety of his chest, the two of you hit the rooftop with an "umph."

Heavy breaths pushed past your lips as you came down from your adrenaline rush, cocooned carefully inside your husband's white cape. His glowing, moonbeam eyes narrowed into slits as he inspected you for injury.

"Give me a second?" You panted, grateful for his protective embrace.

"Yeah, I can do that," he answered, his mask disappearing.

"Hi," you breathlessly whispered, smiling at his handsome face.

"Hey," he casually returned, admiration etched into his cute smirk. "That was a hell of a move."

"Thanks, I - "

" - learned from the best," he grinned.

Pulling you to your feet, Marc grasped your arms to steady you.

Suddenly, white gauze melted away as a shining, three-piece deliciously tight suit appeared.

"Darling, you were amazing," Steven bragged...but before he could compliment your attire, which he was always prone to do, even mid-fight, his warm brown eyes widened in panic.

You were already ducking as the word left his mouth. Scrambling away from this newest threat, you heard the crunch of bone.

White, gloved fists brutally connected with the jaw of yet another vile creature. Where were these things coming from?

Rolling out of the way, you scurried around behind the beast, mindful of the roof's edge. But before you could attack with your daggers, it lunged backward, knocking you dangerously close to your doom.

Steven, whose white mask was in place now, leapt into the air brandishing his signature heavy batons. "Get away from her, you!"

Having gained the creature's attention, it turned and attacked him with a screeching howl. Steven became a flurry of moonlit precision, striking blow after kick after thud with his batons. This gave you time to attack from the back. With a cry of fury, you lunged forward with all your might, sinking two daggers into the creature's gangly back.

It screeched - its ghastly body arching in agony as Steven tipped his sassy chin in a final salute. "That's m'wife, mate."

Then the creature was ash.

You stood across from your husband - a dagger in each hand, hair a wild mess, chest heaving, hoping that was your final fight tonight.

"Wow...look at you," Steven marveled, his mask disappearing once more.

"I probably look as crazy as that thing...before it disintegrated," you laughed, tucking your daggers away.

"Not possible," he chuckled. "But let me guess: you're bloody starving." You always were after a good fight.

With a cute shrug, your nose crinkled in delight, "You read my mind."

"Dumplings?" He proposed, knowing how much you loved them.

"Mmm, the way to my heart," you murmured, yanking his tie and pulling his lips to yours.

The adrenaline of a fight always brought some spice to your marriage, and your knees gave out a little as Steven's tongue ran along the seam of your lips. Opening your mouth to him, you felt the beautiful proof of his life - his hot, panting breath, mingling with the slightly salty tinge of sweat from his exertion.

He was safe. And all yours.

Strong arms swept you up into a possessive embrace. Marc. His tongue licked in hotly into your mouth, tangling with yours, as the fullness of his lips caressed your own deliciously.

"Do we have to get vegan dumplings?" He pouted, nibbling your lips one at a time.

"Babe, you know that place on the corner always adds pork dumplings to Steven's vegan order."

With one final kiss, his mask and hood cloaked his face once more.

"Ready?" Marc proposed, nodding down to the street below.

"Do you even have to ask?" You teased, wrapping your arms around his neck trustingly. The moon was full tonight, so its Knight would glide across the sky with ease.

With you tucked closely to his side, Marc leaped into the night sky. The thrill of flying...or falling gracefully overwhelmed you, making you giggle childishly in delight.

"This is my favorite way to travel!" You called over the whoosh of air around you.

"Thanks, but - "

" - don't tell Jake, I know," you finished his sentence, knowing how much Jake liked to drive you around (and drive you wild).

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[cloudyskydreams]

Snowy Day with Blue! US Sans

Double post today?? Crazy, this one was cute I really like it

Overnight while you had slept cuddled close to your bonefriend nature had decided to bless you with a small snowstorm covering the outside world in a coat of fresh powdery white paint. Your bonefriend of course was excited as a child on Christmas when he woke up to the first snow of the season and it was decided after breakfast you two would go outside and enjoy the cold temperature and icy domain.

Breakfast was cooked up by none other than Blue himself and he wore his cute little apron as he bustled around the kitchen. He made your favorite breakfast and the two of you ate over raised spirits.

After breakfast you quickly got dressed in warmer clothes having to bundle up far more than your skeletal boyfriend. He chuckles at the extra layers and excitedly leads you outside.

The crunch under your feet and blast of cold air on your face is the first thing you feel. It stings your eyes and you close them hoping your eyeballs won't freeze out of your head. Blue laughs and runs out into the yard getting started on making a snow version of himself. You chuckle and join in though yours looks more like a snowman than anything else. You decorate it too look more like yourself and step back to admire your guys work.

Blues snow statue is incredible and looks like a spitting image of him standing next to your snowman it's almost comical. You chuckle and pull Blue in front of the snow statues to take a picture.

Blue pulls you away from them "C'MON LETS MAKE SNOW ANGELS" you chuckle and flop back into the snow with him moving your arms and legs back and forth to make the shape.Standing up you smile at the two snow angels next to each other. You're taken out of your moment by a snowball slapping into your stomach.

"Hey! Blue a little warning," you chuckle and bend down getting a snowball ready yourself. Your bonefriend Mwehehes and makes a run for it and you chase after him snowball in hand. "Get back here you fiend!"Blue giggles and runs from you booking it around the house and too the front yard.

You skid to a halt as he stand on the opposite side of the car. If you go for him he'll run around and if you throw he'll duck. "Cmon Blue let's call a truce I'll put my snowball down and we can hug it out?" Blue eyes you suspiciously looking at the snowball in your hand.

"I SUPPOSE... DROP THE BALL FIRST." You do and Blue hesitantly steps around.

You step forward arms raised and he goes to greet you before you reach into your coat pocket and pull out a slightly melted snowball you had waiting there. You smoosh it into the top of his head and giggle before placing a kiss there. Blue smirks up at you a soft blue tint to his cheeks as he laughs.

"YOU'RE EVIL! BREAKING MY TRUST HOW SHALL I EVER FORGIVE YOU," he jokes and you softly chuckle wrapping you arms around yourself as you start to shiver the cold finally getting to you.

"Nooo My Knight please forgive my betrayal," You plead your case and he chuckles leading you to the front door.

"YOU'RE SHIVERING LETS GET YOU INSIDE LOVE." You follow him as he brings you inside and helps you pull off your layers. He pulls you down into a soft kiss when you're fully uncovered and you kiss him back happy to warm up this way. "I LOVE YOU MOONBEAM." He says softly and you smile at him. You tug him to the couch intent on cuddles and winter movies now that winter had officially come.

[oneknightstand-if]

I want to know about unicorns. Do they exist in the OKS universe? If so, what are they like? Are they the cute, prancing and pure type of unicorn OR the aggressive, charging towards you with their front facing horn type of unicorn? How does the whole purity thing go with them? Would one hate the killer MC for their pure stat -1000? Will we ever interact with one? Love the game btw!

It's been mentioned already a few times in the game, but Arthur's main battle steed is a unicorn that serves him as part of a covenant with the allied fae. You should definitely be crossing paths with that one during the Camelot flashback sequences at some point. Arthur having a unicorn is also one of the reason a bunch of knights will have destriers who use faceplates with a tiny horn on them.

A unicorn's personality, same as with any other sapient being, will differ depending on the individual. So you've got the peaceful & elusive type that keeps to itself as is like trying to catch a moonbeam in the hand and then the more aggressive type (like with Arthur) that you really shouldn't be messing around with.

As far as fae go, they're generally believed to be pretty benevolent. Not really trying to eat people's flesh or souls & such. Which is unfortunately why they're deemed safe to "hunt" for the most part. (Well, not legally by humans in Britannia as Arthur obviously banned that sh!t, but the High King has way more pressing matters than who's illegally hunting what for the most part).

Otherwise, -1000 purity MC, don't expect to be getting any rides from Arthur's unicorn.

[kepplu]

Knight Moonbeam

[sirenunderthemountain]

"In the center of this heaven rises a lofty palace of ice - ice made of frozen moonbeams and carved with the Fury's own spear. Here reside epic heroes and gallant knights, the benevolent and the faithful."

[yrrtyrrtwhenihrrthrrt]

Can't believe I haven't made a post like this yet but Goldenheart pet names let's GOOO!

M! Ambrosius:

So we know he calls him Bal, I think that's the only proper nickname he uses but he uses. So many pet names. In particular he uses "baby" and "moonbeam" a lot. He started saying moonbeam after Bal started calling him sunshine ☀️🌒. He also uses "love" "babe" and "sweetie" and "honey" less frequently

Ballister Boldheart:

He has more nicknames for Ambrosius lol. Amber was Ambrosius's "kid" nickname that he went by when he was little. Some of the other knights/his friends call him "Bro" but Ballister never called him that (too platonic). When they got older he called him "Amb" and when they started dating he started calling him "Rose" but he doesn't actually use nicknames as often as Ambrosius does. He genuinely likes Ambrosius's name and thinks it's pretty and likes saying it. In terms of pet names he most frequently uses "darling" and "love" but occasionally calls him "baby"

C! Ambrosius

I don't think he'd call him Bal but I read an old (written pre-movie) fanfic where he calls him "Bally" and I thought that was perfect. Ballister doesn't love this nickname and Ambrosius mostly uses his real name, but he'll call him Bally if he's sick or feeling especially needy/affectionate. He more frequently calls him "Ballis" but mostly calls him Ballister. He doesn't use a ton of pet names, he occasionally uses "Nemesis" (affectionate) or "M'Lord" if he's being cheeky, he also uses the pet names "Handsome" and "Love" semi-frequently.

Ballister Blackheart:

For a man who says he hates pet names, he sure doesn't not use them. The main nickname he uses is "Zee" (since Ambrosius's name in the comic is pronounced Am-bro-zee-us, not Am-bro-zhus like in the movie) and on very rare occasions he'll call him "Ambs." He also calls him "Goldenloin" to tease him sometimes even after his name was changed to Blackheart. Pet names he uses are also "Nemesis" (affectionate) usually with a possessive, "Nemesis of mine" or "My Nemesis." He'll call him "Angel" if he really feels a need to be extra soft, like if Ambrosius is very upset or unwell. When they dated before the joust he'd call him "My little Knight" (because Amb USED to be much smaller than him) so he sometimes says that after they're back together as well, when cuddling or sharing an intimate moment.

[spook-me-welt]

HSR Character Sheets [Famitsu 1808]

Comments of the Narrative Designers: (translated under the cut)

Jing Yuan

NOBODY: The word "Jing" means sunlight, while "Yuan" means leader. He is someone with an image of unbiased calmness. Another reason for his name is that “Jing Yuan” seems like a name that would exist in reality.  Luoxia: Chinese great generals have always been expected to excel in both academics and martial arts. The same goes for Jing Yuan, the general of Cloud Knights of Xianzhou Luofu, who possesses the bravery of a warrior and the wisdom of a tactician. In the story, while the protagonist’s side is being active, he proceeds his own plan behind their back. When faced with a crisis, he is able to respond flexibly. When necessary, Jing Yuan can also show his strength as the General to solve the crisis of Xianzhou Luofu.

March 7th

NOBODY: March 7th is not her actual name, it’s a pseudonym. It is an interesting name when you hear it. Questions like “Why did you choose a date as your name?” “Is there any special meaning behind this date for her?” will arise, flowing into more talks to get to know her better. I thought this suits March 7th, so I dared to use this date as her name. Another reason for her name is that March 7th somehow feels both cute and mysterious.

Dan Heng

NOBODY: Dan Heng is a name that he gave himself. It is an abbreviation of “as constant as a faithful heart”. As a Vidyadhara, Dan Heng is a character who bears a difficult past and expectation, so he always thinks about the significance of his existence. For him who departs from his hometown and becomes a member of Astral Express, he begins a new journey. You can think of Dan Heng’s name as a hesitation and expectation of his own self. Luoxia: The words on Dan Heng’s back is a verse from the work of Chinese poet “Su Shi”, “Xingxiangzi - Shuhuai” (Song of Pilgrimage). Although the characters have been changed into Luofu alphabets in the design, it says “Why toil with pain, For wealth and fame in vain? Time flies as a steed white, Passes a gap in flight. Like a spark in the dark, Or a dream of moonbeam”. To explain it simply, fame is ephemeral like floating clouds, so it is a wasted effort to struggle just for the sake of it. It implies that life is short and fleeting like a dream. This verse is incorporated to express the humanity of Dan Heng who continues asking the question of “who am I”.

Kafka

NOBODY: I wanted a name that sounds mysterious with the atmosphere of an adult, so I chose Kafka as her name. I can only say this much for now.  Luoxia: In the setting, Kafka can control Blade’s ability by using the power of words, while Blade also accepts her control over his power. I think their relationship is very interesting.  NOBODY: The Stellaron Hunters are not just the enemy, like the members of Astral Express, they also share a bond and trust in their relationship with each other. There’s uniqueness to each relationship in the Stellaron Hunters. I think you will be able to see the relationship between the Stellaron Hunters and members of different forces in the future, so please look forward to it. 

Blade

NOBODY: Blade’s past also has a deep tie to Luofu. An incident in the past was also the reason why he lost his name. During that time, he is repeatedly broken and then repaired again constantly, so he took one “Blade” as his name. By the way, as with Dan Heng’s name in the English version kept as it is like in the Chinese, Luofu characters are called with their Chinese reading of their name in the English version. However, Blade’s name in the English version is the translation of his Chinese name (刃 ; Ren). This is to reflect how people from different places translate Blade’s name with their respective culture and language, as he is a wanted man in the universe. This is also the idea that I have for the (japanese) localization (in the Japanese version, Blade is called Jin).

Asta

NOBODY: In Latin, Asta means “the stars”, so I thought it’s an appropriate name for the director of the Space Station. I think Asta’s parents prayed that their child is blessed to be “bright like the stars” for them to give her that name. She is originally from a famous family, but Asta is not interested in the internal affairs of the magnificent family, she doesn’t continue her family business but instead invests herself on her favorite research. She was born incorporating a famous meme in the Chinese internet that says “if you don’t make an effort for your dream, you have no choice but to take over your parents’ huge properties”. Asta has also always worn her ID card, it’s to express her way that she unconsciously recognizes herself as one of the staff. On the other hand, Herta has never once worn ID card (lol). 

*NOBODY and Luoxia, interviewed here, are in charge of the narrative design. NOBODY worked on the characters, scenario, and world view, while Luoxia worked on the Xianzhou culture, history, and scenario.

**Source link: Song of Pilgrimage

[profound-imagination]

Broken Promises - Fenrys Moonbeam

A/N: I thought I'd try something different and write for the TOG characters! There's not enough fics on here about them and Fenrys is my favourite lil wolf boy ❤️ This could definitely have a part 2 if people want it! I hope you like it!❤️

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The last place you thought you'd be was chasing ghosts with three fae males and another human girl, but here you were. All for that insufferable wolf. The one you couldn't shake from the moment you'd met him in Skull's Bay. Not to mention the young Queen of Terrasen who Rowan Whitethorn would hunt to the ends of the earth for, the four of you in tow.

It had been the most exhausting two months of your life, how Elide coped you didn't know, Gavriel's kindness in using his magic to brace her ankle was only a small part of it you were sure. How Rowan endured the empty mating bond was again a mystery. The other mystery that haunted you was why you so desperately needed to go with them, why you needed the wolf to be safe. He'd made his choices, he'd sworn himself to Maeve, he'd done this to himself and he'd broken his promises to you and he'd broken you in the process, but still you went.

Sea air caressed your face as you sat on deck watching the sun disappear in the horizon. You sensed him seconds before he sat next to you and drawled, "Mind if I join you?" You met his onyx eyes, "It appears you already have, Lord Fenrys." He snorted at that. "Just Fenrys, I'm no Lord." You smiled at him slightly and looked back out to the water, "How did you come to be such a close companion of the King?" He asked, looking over his shoulder at Dorian.

"Our mothers are friends, we are close in age so growing up, Dorian would be running around causing chaos, Chaol running behind him trying to fix whatever Dorian broke and I'd be behind both of them, just wanting to be involved." Fenrys chuckled, "I can picture that, the three of you being nightmares." You smiled as a memory hit, "Once, when we were 7, a boy from a visiting noble family pushed me over in the courtyard and poured his juice all over me because I wanted to play with them. He told me I was to be a Lady not a Knight and therefore I couldn't play Knights with them, when I refused he pushed me as hard as he could then poured his juice all over my new dress, I still have the scar on my knee. Dorian punched him so hard his nose broke and demanded he apologise and replace my dress. We were both screaming so loud our mothers thought we were being attacked, when they found us Chaol and Dorian were holding me and telling me I could be anything I wanted to be, if I wanted to be a knight, Chaol would train me himself and Dorian would name me the Kings Knight." Fenrys laughed then, a proper laugh, loud enough that Dorian, Aelin and Rowan all peered over at the two of you from the conversation they'd been having. "And are you? The King's Knight?" He asked, you smiled again and shook your head, "No, that job was always Chaol's, I took a more subtle job, as a lady of the court, I always had information and I was always listening." He raised an eyebrow, "So she's a spy." You grinned, "Something like that."

A friendship had formed between the two of you after that, it wasn't exactly a secret that Gavriel and Fenrys were trusted very little by everyone on the ship but you, the two warriors had given you no reason not to trust them so you made them be your friends instead, Gavriel was full of kindness and sorrow, sorrow for the son that couldn't yet look at him let alone speak to him, instead he'd ask you questions about him so you told him what you knew of Aedion Ashryver, the Wolf of the North. Fenrys was full of mischief and witty comments, often using that strange place jumping power of his to scare the life out of you, but you couldn't deny you had started to grow a soft spot for both of them.

"Have you been to war?" You asked them one evening, watching the Wyvern who had landed on deck not long ago in wonder. "Many times." Gavriel confirmed. "Do we stand a chance at this one?" His eyes met yours. "Are you worried that you don't?" He asked gently. "I'm worried that I won't live long enough to find out. I've had some training, but it was mainly self defense, I don't know how to wield a sword or a bow." His eyebrows bunched but it was Fenrys who spoke, "You'll see the new world, Y/N, I'll train you the best I can, so will Gavriel and I won't leave your side when the time comes, nothing will happen to you." You met his eyes, staring at him as if you could see into his soul, "You promise?" Your voice sounding weaker than you intended it to. "I swear it." Deciding not to pull on that thread of a promise you asked, "Do you think he'll let me pet him?" Gavriel snorted a laugh but Fenrys had gone pale, "Do not touch the Wyvern, Y/N!" You grinned at him, "I'm not going to but I am going to ride a Wyvern before this war is over."

You'd known deep in your soul that it was an oath he couldn't keep, the blood oath he'd sworn would pull him away from you sooner or later. He'd tried his best though, to train you, to keep you safe.

The Stone Marshes was a despicable place, one that should've never been entered, yet here you were, panting on your back and gritting your teeth as Aedion prepared gods knew what for everyone to eat on your first night in them. "Again." Fenrys commanded as you pulled yourself from the ground, "If you can disarm me, you can disarm anyone." You gritted your teeth and stood your ground, preparing to strike again when Rowan called him away to start his watch, you'd take him his meal later you decided.

Dorian sidled up beside you, he'd been unusually quiet these past few days. "So…the wolf?" He questioned with a smirk and you felt your cheeks heat, "So…the witch?" You questioned back. His smirk turned feline. "Fair enough." You laughed at him. "There's nothing between us, he's training me, we're going to war, Dorian and Chaol isn't here to teach me." His face fell. "Why did you stay? In the castle with me?" He asked quietly, so you were doing this now then, the conversation that had yet to happen about why you'd stayed while he was enslaved by the collar. "Because Chaol couldn't." Dorian's eyes turned stormy, "Y/N-" You cut him off, "I didn't want you to be alone, Dorian. I didn't know if you were still in there, but if you were, I didn't want you to be alone." He smiled gently and took your hand, his movements tracked, you noticed, by the white haired witch across the fire and the White Wolf on the rocks above.

"I don't deserve the loyalty you and Chaol give me." You squeezed his hand and smiled at him gently, "We don't give it to you blindly, Dorian, we give it to you because we believe in you and the world you'll help create. I give it to you for the little boy who got in heaps of trouble for breaking a bullies nose for me when we were seven, I give it to you for rejecting any and all proposed marriage matches for me, for always making sure I have a choice, in every aspect of my life." He sighed, pulling you into his side, his movements still being tracked, "I feel like I haven't given you one in this. You're being dragged into a war, I should've found you somewhere safe." Pressing closer into his side you said, "I had a choice, I could've gone with Chaol and Nesryn, but they have eachother and you'd have been alone, I chose to stay with you." He kissed the top of your head then, and Manon tensed ever so slightly across the fire and the White Wolf above loped away.

You were sure you did not want to know what Aedion had served you for dinner, you'd agreed with Aelin when she asked to never be told what she was eating. Balancing a bowl of whatever Aedion had cooked up in one hand and a skin of water in the other you trugged up the slope to find Fenrys. Your right foot caught in a root and your left began to slide backwards when you felt a weight behind you, pushing you back upright. You turned and smiled at the wolf. "I bought you dinner, I don't know what it is, I thought best not to ask, but I don't know if you hunt and eat as a wolf but I didn't want you to be hungry if you didn't and I just assumed that you did," You were well aware you were rambling and you cringed at yourself. With a flash the wolf was a man again and he took the bowl from your hands. "Thank you, Y/N." You could feel the heat rising in your cheeks as he studied you, "Show me your footwork and the moves we went through yesterday while I eat?" He asked as he handed you the dagger from its sheath at his hip. So you did.

Halfway through the steps he asked, "So you and Dorian?" You stopped, "What about me and Dorian?" His eyes hardened, "You seemed very close earlier?" Was he jealous? "He asked me why I stayed in the castle after Chaol fled." He nodded once, "Why did you?" He asked, so you told him, "I don't think he remembers, I told him the scars on my face were from the castle shattering, but it was that thing inside him, trying to break him, he shouldn't have to live with that when it wasn't him that did it, not really" Fenrys clenched his jaw, "There's nothing like that between Dorian and I, not now." His eyebrows rose, "Not now?" Your cheeks heated again, "Well, there never really was, just this this one time when we were 16, we decided to have our first time together after too much wine, we thought it was a good idea to get it over and done with, to take the pressure away from it being with someone we were interested in romantically." He nodded again, "I don't regret it." You weren't sure why you felt the need to add that on but you did. "It was awful." You confessed and finally Fenrys laughed, "That's often the way with first times." You smiled at him, "I don't see him like that, nor does he see me like that." He took a breath and made another oath, "No one will touch you again." The conversation was left there, "Show me the steps once more then go and get some rest." That night and every other night spent in the Marshes, you woke to a White Wolf curled around you, one of its Onyx eyes open, always watching. It was never spoken about. Nor was it spoken about how Fenrys had thrown himself off of the rocks he was shooting arrows at the Ilken from when Aelin's power exploded and threw himself over you like a shield.

It hurt to think about what happened on the beach, you'd spotted Lorcan jump in a long boat heading to shore where he'd left Elide, Gavriel and Fenrys long gone, the blood oath calling them to their master you were sure. Elide had become your friend and you were teaching her how to read and write, so you jumped and swam. You couldn't imagine how much it hurt Rowan, to have arrived too late, you knew he'd have let himself be killed to get Aelin to safety. It gutted you to see the warriors powerless and it made you sick to your stomach as you watched Aelin be whipped over and over again, refusing to count.

Fenrys knew he was helpless from the moment he and Gavriel appeared right where Maeve had summoned them, he'd fought it for as long as he could, they both had. Before they'd used his power to jump from the boat he'd looked at her one last time, to find her already watching him, both betrayal and understanding shone in her eyes and he couldn't take it, so, like a coward, he'd grabbed Gavriel and they were gone.

The young Queen, his young Queen wasn't going to last, each whip sounded like the earth was shattering, Gavriel was still trying to right himself from the blood oath being ripped from him, Lorcan was doing the same, Elide was hissing at him like an angry cat, to fight it, to help Aelin, to do something, she pleaded with the witch as well. He wouldn't be so lucky, he knew that. Maeve wouldn't take the oath from him knowing how much he openly despised it. He didn't think he could despise it more until her scent hit him, she was coming and he couldn't stop her, she breezed past him, throwing herself at Maeve, his dagger in hand, the same one he'd handed her this morning, with another promise that he would be close by, the dark queen simply laughed at her and flicked her wrist as darkness slammed into Y/N and sent her flying backwards, he wasn't quick enough to stop the warning growl that left his throat and Maeve's smile turned snakelike.

"Fenrys," She crooned, "Keep your new pet controlled and on the ground." He gritted his teeth, he would not do it, he would not obey. He would not- "Would you rather I ask Cairn to give her the same treatment as my dear niece?" He was moving instantly, he pulled her up as gently as he could. "Please." She begged him quietly, "Don't do this, help her." Silver lined her eyes and Fenrys couldn't look at her. "Such a pretty face." Maeve purred as she dragged the tip of her dagger from Y/N's forehead to her jaw, not hard enough to draw blood but hard enough to be a warning to Fenrys. Instead Maeve struck her with her other hand. He swore he could hear Y/N's teeth rattle as her lip split, she struggled against him, absolute betrayal was all he saw in her face now. "Down, in the sand." Maeve commanded and so he pushed her down so she was lying face down in the sand, she had to hate him, he had to make sure she wouldn't follow, "You promised." She whimpered. Maeve laughed again, Aelin contained in her coffin, she commanded him to leave, his eyes met Gavriel's. Don't let her move, he willed his friend as he stood. Gavriel was there, pulling her up and into his chest as she shouted down the beach after him. "You swore!" Each word like a hot poker to his heart. "You swore you'd be here, that you wouldn't leave!" So Fenrys did the worst thing he could think of, he stopped next to Maeve who was watching him carefully, "I lied, pathetic human. You really thought I'd stay, for you?" He raised an eyebrow at her and saw his words hit their mark, saw her shrink into Gavriel's chest, then, to seal it, to truly break any trust or hope she had in him or for him, he turned to the dark queen and kissed her. "I missed you Majesty."

Fenrys woke with a jolt, Aelin watching him from the stone slab, a dream, it was a dream. She blinked at him. I am here, I am with you. It was either dreams of her, or his brother, which is why he tried his best not to sleep until his body gave out from the exhustion.

You and Gavriel had never spoken of those minutes on the beach where you'd clung to him like he was a teather to the earth, he healed your lip silently as you cried, as Elide pushed away from Lorcan and crawled towards Manon. Aedion pulled you away from his father with a growl, "What happened?" He demanded and through your tears all you could do was shake your head, he asked again and again until Dorian had pushed him away, folding you into his chest. Rowan holding a knife to Lorcan, he was saved by Elide who retold the story.

So a plan was made, Rowan would go with Gavriel, Lorcan and Elide to find her. Dorian was reluctant to let you go with them but he knew you'd go regardless so he agreed and went with the witches. Aedion and Lysandra disguised as Aelin would head back up North.

You were walking arm in arm with Elide when it happened, Gavriel and Lorcan in front of you stopped dead, Rowan taking up the rear was frozen on the hill. "What's happening?" Elide asked Gavriel as he and Lorcan rushed towards Rowan. The two of you caught the tail end of the conversation. "It came from the North, from Doranelle." Rowan looked lighter than he had in weeks, "She's alive." He breathed.