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soupiestzilla · 1 month ago

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ZILLA AAAAAAA OKAY OKAY

I BINGED READ YOUR MODERN SHELLVISION AU AND ANDHAHDHAHD THERE WAS THIS PART THAT MADE ME GO CRAZY IN A VERY GOOD WAY RAHHHHHHH

PART SO GOOD I EVEN DREW IT RAHHHHHH

(ignore how after the first two, they are no dialogue thingy clouds idk what they are called, my ass couldn't fit them-)

Shelly: Okay, this is the good oat milk. It froths better.

Vee: That's the one that tastes like regret.

Shelly: It's literally your favorite in lattes-

Vee: That's because you trick me. With your crazy dino barista skills.

Shelly: Just grab the Oatly.

Vee: No,

Vee: This one says 'barista edition' and has a cow on it, which is ironic.

Shelly: That's almond milk.

Vee: But... a... cow.. on...almond milk?

Shelly: You are so lucky I love you.

Vee: True, also we're getting the ironic milk.

Shelly: No we're not-

I ALSO ADORED VEE SAYING HONEYMOON TO THE OLD LADY I WAS GIGGLING SO HARD PLS AJDHAJDHAHD YOUR FICS MADE ME SMILE AAAAAAAAAA

BUT THE REASON WHY I GOT CRAZY WAS CUZ.. I WANT TO BE A BARISTA IN THE FUTURE AND SEEING MENTIONS OF IT IN MY FAVORITE SHIP??? ARGEGRGAGSHSA ESPECIALLY BARISTA SHELLY??? DO YOU KNOW THAT I WANTED TO RUN AROUND MY ROOM SO FUCKING FAST???

IT'S SO FUNNY CUZ I PAINFULLY RELATE TO SHELLY TOO AND SEEING HER HAVE BARISTA SKILLS MADE ME KICK MY FEET SO HARD I LITERALLY HAD WOKEN UP TOO RAHHHH LIKE YES GIRL, GO HAVE THOSE BARISTA SKILLS THAT I WANT TO LEARN IN THE FUTURE SOBS SOBS

WANNA KNOW WHAT'S FUNNIER? I'M LITERALLY PLANNING A BARISTA AU FOR A WHILE NOW AND SHELLY WOULD BE THE BARISTA IN IT (DANDY IS THE OWNER, VEE IS LIKE THE MANAGER (ONE OF MY BEST FRIENDS IS HELPING ME UNDERSTAND JOB POSITIONS AND THAT BEAR WITH ME-), SPROUT HANDLES THE SWEETS AND KITCHEN AND EVERYTHING NICE, ASTRO TAKES ORDERS, PEBBLE LIKES BRIGHTENING THE ENVIRONMENT WITH HIS PRESENCE AND EVEN LETTING OTHERS PLAY WITH HIM AND THAT AND MUCH MORE WITH OTHER TOONS AND OTHER STUFF, I JUST NEED TO THINK ABOUT IT LATER) BUT MAN I GOT SO HAPPY WHEN I SAW BARISTA SHELLY MENTION IN YOUR FIC THE SILENT SCREAM I LET OUT AAAAAAAAAAAAAA

BTW I ALSO ADORE YOUR MODERN SHELLVISION AU AAAAA I LOVE THEIR DYNAMIC AND EVERYTHING AND AJDHJADHAHDHAHDHA I ADORE HOW SHELLY TAKES PICTURES OF THINGS AND VEE AND JSJDHAHDA AS SOMEONE THAT ALSO ADORES TAKING PICTURES OF THINGS MOSTLY TO KEEP THE MEMORIES WITH ME CUZ I FORGET MANY THINGS EASILY, I LOVE IT, I LOVE IT SOOO FUCKING MUCH AAAAERHQARGWHSHAA

YOU'RE ALWAYS COOKING AND I LOVE IT SO MUCH, I'M EATING EVERYTHING UP NYOM NYOM NYOM I'M GONNA YAP ABOUT MY SONA IN ANOTHER ASK CUZ THIS IS LONG ALREADY SJDHAHSB BUT THANK YOU FOR ALL THE FOOD, YOU'LL BE GETTING FOOD FROM ME AS WELL CUZ WE APPRECIATE YOU AND YOUR WORK SO MUCH RAHHHHHH THANK YOU FOR FEEDING US, ZILLA AAAAAAA

IT'S ALSO SO DAMN HOT, I DREW THE WIVES RELAXING TOGETHER AND COOLING OFF IN FRONT OF A FAN, PLEASE TAKE CARE OF YOURSELVES IN THIS HEAT Y'ALL!!! STAY HYDRATED!!!!

OKIE BYE BYE I'LL BE BACK.. EVENTUALLY, MUAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!

YEEEEEEAAAAAAHHHHHHHH YOURE ON THE OAT MILK TRAIN TOO NOW

Help

Accidental future barista found reading abt the random ass barista detail moment happened?????

This was planned all along yuh huh

YOU DREW MY SILLIES!!!!! THEY LOOK SO GOOD!!!! FRISBEES YOU WITH A VELOCITY UNDETECTABLE BY THE INVISIBLE CAMERAMAN (hes theres)(his name)(is)(ron)

The honey moon detail was purely random, did not plan for it but thank god i put it in for some reason lol

??? A???? BARISTA AU???

WOuLD GO

H A RD BrO

Pebble being atmospheric dog ♥️ oh my goob ♥️ this sounds so peak dude

(TY STORMYFLYYYY RAAAAAA)(EXPLODES INTO 273.5 TINY PIECES)

Also dude im not even joking it was so hot today i think i drank like five whole water bottles like i probably drank a small ponds worth today bro

My friend insisted on being outside but i literally had to drag her inside with me because we were being cooked well done outside

Shellvision getting too real with the last drawing ♥️ thank god vee didnt explode ♥️

#op loves asks #STORMYFLYPIRATESKINNNNRAGGGGGHHHHH #WELCOME BACK BUD #AMAZING ART AS ALWAYS #i love rambling with ya lol #Actually so relieving to just #Scream a bit #Sometimes #Lmao

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thatonezephyr · 12 days ago

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Greetings, fellow human. Your presence is most welcome.

My name is Zephyr! But you can call me Zeph for short!

I joined tumblr on June 6th just about a short week after I turned 16!

Because I am 16, I CANNOT DO COMMISSIONS, so don’t even bother asking me for one.

Current hyperfixations:

ENA

Pokémon

My other fandoms:

Super Mario Bros

Murder Drones

The Amazing Digital Circus

Zeyn Syre

Baldi’s Basics

Friday Night Funkin’

Hello, Neighbor!

That’s Not My Neighbor

And

Finding Frankie!

My ask box is always open so if you want to ask me (Zeph The Creator) and my OC’s questions, you can go right ahead!

The OC’s in question are:

Hydro

Zeph

Subzero

Miranda

Vector

Styx

Shane

Blip

Player 1

Player 2

Mr. Wilson

Mrs. Wilson

Inspector Collins

Ezra Wilson

Zaylee Wilson

Doctor (Dr.) Mariah Sycamore Christopherson

Monica Bella Maurice

Mauro Harley Maurice

Meeptre Monica Maurice (aswell as her alters Maurice, Moni and Chiara)

NuSpectre Mauro Maurice

Maya Monica Maurice

Margaret Mauro Maurice

Cora Yana Echo

Ceiyana Cora Echo

Nymph Digital

Asmodeus Digital

Daisy

Virus

Courtney

Rachel

Leatrice

Lavanya

Poly

Cindy

Nate

Vinny

Zephyr (Nelle and Ellen)

Beptre Anya McDermott

Cecilia

Pitch

Primrose

Polymorph

Portal

Prism

Amethyst

Jason

Void

DNA

Kitty

Taxonomic

Sous

Doggy

ENA!Ash (Chase)

Glitchy Zeph

Shyanne

Casey

Vanessa

Cassidy

Cassandra

Cherry

Cinnamon

Lime

Creampuff

Caramel (AKA Entity 0128)

Scarlett Stargleam

Ozias

Sienna

Aurelius

Wolfrella

Sadie

Spring

Chibi Zeph

Lorraine

Yuri

Riya

Mallory/M4LL0RY

Onyx

Celina

Tilly

Ms. Switch (Zeph.ROM)

Chrome

Prince

Vincenzo

Nigel

Beth

Mimi

Duchess M/“The Duchess”

Gertrude

Solomia “The Forest Queen”

Petrify

Waynetta

Everly

BimBim

Selfie Julia Hoodsworth (Along with Bubbly Selfie, Rage Selfie, Performer Selfie and Animalistic Selfie!)

Performer

Rage

Animalistic

Bubbly

Tetra

Camryn

Moon

S-203 (AKA Sheila)

Karly

Kartha

Carmine

Carmilla

Sunshine

Riya

Marcus

Gillian

Hillary

Okra

Crystal

Harmony

Nixon

Artist

Raven

Yvonne Timpleton

and

I have a lot of stories in the works so expect those to come out soon!

W.I.P(s): Super Mario Bros 3: REBOOTED

Planned:

FNF: Scarlet Madness

FNF: Violet Madness

FNF: Chilling Lullaby

Spooky ‘85

Pokémon: Sparkling Horizons and Bursting Voltage

Pokémon: Beyond The Horizon

I have a Scratch Account if you’re interested in that!: https://scratch.mit.edu/users/Brokenstrike/

Here are the refs for my sonas!:

Zeph The Creator AKA IRL ME (if I’m describing IRL situations that have happened or are happening to me or I just feel like using it for a drawing, I’ll draw this sona)

Zeph The Character

Miranda

And finally, Styx!

I hope you’ll enjoy your stay here! ^^

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sunlit-ruler · 22 days ago

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@enstars-selfship-event thanks mods r and m! stay strong!

Rating: 16+ for implied/referenced sex and light horror.

Genre: Supernatural, Black Comedy

Ship: Snakesling (Ibara Saegusa x Milton Pelage)

Notes & Warnings: Future AU (Ibara is 28). Thank you to my fellow Mod Apple for the consultation on Indonesian superstitions! Zeta is its super cool looking sona, please look out for the eldritch skrimbly on our blog!

What is Snakesling?

Ibara is 28 and Cospro President. Eden has gone solo for profit maximisation. He deals with that by letting loose at his new resort, Limbus Tropicae, and my sona Milton is unfortunately(?) the bartender. Read my yume intro to find out more about my setting!

Summary

Ibara has to personally represent Cosmic Productions at Startech Asia, the Met Gala of idol agencies. Each agency makes their name at the convention by a new prototype to revolutionise the entertainment world - and so far, the walking AI-assisted lifelike nuis of himself have been falling flat.

Milton’s just added ‘spirit shaman in training’ to his CV, and is convinced he can add a little something special to the circuitry…

Part 2

“Jelangkung, Jelangsat…”

Even the flame of the lighter had begun to shrink at the sound of these words. With no moon in the sky, it only cast a dinner-plate sized glow over all three of their faces.

Betraying logic, Ibara began to count. He needed to make sure they were really alone.

“Di sini ada pesta…”

We have a party here,

Milton. Leaning into the flickering light, absorbed like a ten-year old child.

“Pesta kecil-kecilan…”

A small party.

Himself. Shaken from sleep, an even ghastlier presence than the crooked trees against the full moon.

“Jelangkung, Jelangsat…”

The Shaman, chanting, eyes like a fish behind that monochrome mess of hair…

“Datang tak dijemput…”

Come uninvited

…And of course, the doll.

The industry-standard chibi of cheap fabrics and flimsy seams. They were stretched to their limit on a crucifix of sticks in some simulation of a medieval punishment, a deeply uncomfortable sight considering it bore his face.

It knew he was responsible for its plight. That empty, coquettish stare made Ibara feel like he was the human counterpart that robbed him of a worthy existence.

“Pulang tak diantar.”

Go undelivered.

The sticks snapped as hard as the doll’s neck.

“Pelage, watch out! Pelage – !!”

“...That all it’s supposed to do?”

The toy waddled across the mattress on its stumpy little legs. Barely half the length of an index finger, they struggled to keep its fully stuffed balloon of a head upright. Given the thing already moved like it was made of solid iron, this caused it to sway harder than a vagrant leaving a pub at one in the morning.

A slew of muffled, enthusiastic Japanese greetings left from somewhere in the factory-made mess. It then slammed itself repeatedly against his arm.

“It’s a work in progress.” Ibara sighed pointedly, covering the blanket over his bare chest.

“Dude, I’m gonna be real with you, a Tickle-Me-Elmo’s got more personality than this thing.” Milton winced and grabbed the nui by its swollen head, then sent it on its way to beat its outstretched arms on Ibara’s leg. “Oh man, look! The AI inside’s gaining sentience! ‘You fiend! Release me from this cuddly, marketable prison! Key-rey, or whatever!’ ”

Ibara clenched his jaw and switched it off. He held it by the scruff of its neck and inspected it with disdain, leaning it just very slightly over the basket with the Japan Post wrapping it came in. “Why does everything bad happen when I’m not around? Someone’s getting fired for this.”

“Woah, woah woah! We don’t need to go that far!” Milton yanked the nui out from his hands and set it towards the sunlight. “You said the sensors need some visual stimulation for the neural network to learn, right?”

“What do you think you’re –”

Milton opened the sliding glass doors to the verandah.

Once hit with the full force of the afternoon blaze, pinprick-sized lenses whirred to life. The Ibara nui turned towards its handlers in a slow, mysteriously lifelike capacity. Through the moefied façade of its embroidered face, a tinge of pensiveness, or even longing.

“Go forth, Temu Tactician! Be free!” To the sound of Milton’s frat-loud cheering, one wiggle of its stub-leg became a leap, then a classic military goose-step that had Ibara take his reading glasses off. Not looking back at its cradle of packaging peanuts, it embarked forward on a journey of discovery - straight into the bottom of the nearby pool.

Milton blinked, and the real Ibara was gone too.

“This is the last time you lay a single finger on my prototypes, Pelage!” The President of Cosmic Productions nearly kicked the door off its hinges, his kitten-patterned boxers fully drenched and smelling of chlorine. The nui convulsed in his arms.

“Huh, wha -” Milton protested, shocked himself by the sight of life leaving the doll’s eyes. Ibara was fuming with the grief of a mother for her child, and he didn’t know how much of his skin would be left on his body if he laughed. “Sorry, I was only trying to -”

“To bankrupt me next quarter, of course! What else!?”

“I can fix -”

“Oh, do you plan to miraculously fix not just the circuitry, but overhaul the entire product by this weekend?” Ibara let Milton reach for the toy, then rolled his eyes and flinged it into the trash. “Be my guest. Considering your track record with the mechanics of the toilet seat, I have nothing but my utmost faith in you!”

“A toilet’s a toilet!” Milton huffed and fell back onto the bed. “It only needs ONE button, and that’s the flush!”

Ibara squeezed the bridge of his nose. A groan burst from his lungs.

“R&D busted their asses for this. If this doesn’t bring in any profit after Startech, people will lose their jobs. Now if you’ll excuse me, I have a Zoom call.”

The moment the door to the bedroom snapped shut, Milton dove for the nui. The waterlogged bundle of squashed fabric latched onto his hand while the rest of its body floundered about. Through the static, he could barely make out its barking of the same fifteen-second voice reel.

To think that in this recession, a living person was soon going to be in the same state. Thrown aside with mild indifference despite all their efforts. He had heard enough from acquaintances-of-friends-of-colleagues in their tight resort community to know that in terms of work, Ibara and sentiment were oil and water. His ruthless efficiency and chronic tendency to sabotage were the tall tales told between shifts, until they became ingrained in Limbus Tropicae’s own peculiar mythology.

However diluted this aspect of Ibara had become since his Shuetsu days – now a thin veneer of sarcasm and drunken disrespect – the parrot wasn’t going to stay quietly on his shoulder.

He flipped open his laptop, a heaving beast of burden of a Macbook smothered in stickers from college clubs, and began to search: “Startech”.

“The biggest entertainment technology convention in Asia, organised by Ensemble Square.” Milton whispered to himself. “Held at the Marina Bay Sands Financial Centre in Singapore - lame, all concrete and no cool stuff… 21st to 22nd of June!?”

Needing it on the weekend wasn’t just another figment of Ibara’s usual paranoia, after all.

Milton picked the nui up from the bedside table and held it up to the sun. It sagged between his fingers.

“By God, Temu Tactician, we are going to save those salarymen!” With a determined ‘hmph’, he folded its arm into a salute, spilling a few drops of pool water onto the blanket.

Ibara sucked in a breath. The dumbbell ghosted his training shoes. Keeping his head high, he ground his heels into the gym mat and locked both his fists around the iron bar.

“Knew I’d find you here, Goose!”

“You do realise they’re called shifts because they end, right?” Came Milton’s reply. “How long’ve you been here, anyway?”

The sound of a hundred kilograms falling a hair’s length from his toes elicited a furious yowl. He hopped back a pace, keeping his eyes facing forward and hissing at the voice behind him.

“You! What are you doing here!? Don’t you have a shift to perform!?”

Ibara darted to the clock: it was already two in the morning. If he hadn’t paused to check, it might as well have been two in the afternoon. No matter; he’d been twisting himself into knots all day with emergency meetings that any time not tossing in bed was time well spent.

“All night. I’ve been here all night, thinking about the mess you’ve…”

His head snapped behind him. The shaggy half-pint peered up from the rowing machine with dark eyes and a painted smile. Replacing his beach shirts and board shorts – a sorry excuse for a uniform – was a fine silken shirt and sarong adorned with gnarled bone jewelry.

Milton reached for Ibara, who had frozen still, and took his hand into his own. Smears on his palms glimmered a deep red and seemed to pour from his very flesh.

“I fixed it.’

Half the gym lights shut, leaving them in near-total darkness.

“...Elaborate?” Ibara recoiled.

“I mean. I fixed it. Dude.” Milton drew out every word into a monotone. Smoke emerged with each whisper, coiling up and around him and blanketed the entire gym floor.

“Figured it out. Gonna take something out...”

Ibara shuddered.

“And put someone in.”

“What the hell is going on!? What have you done to yourself!” Ibara kicked away the smoke and banged his fist against the wall. “Stop this shit now, or I’ll - ”

The lights came back on. It was Milton’s turn to freeze, caught with his lips puckering at the spout of an orange cartridge. The plastic case was adorned with slices of mangos and tangerines. Cute sea turtles swam around Turta’ Tango in wavy bubble text.

“...Are you kidding me?”

“It’s a work in progress. I can’t make the smoke ring with my mouth yet.” Milton shrugged and started scratching at the smears on his palms, which Ibara could now see were crude drawings of genitalia at various sizes. “Ugh, permanent marker sucks. I’m never letting Zeta draw on me ever again.”

Ibara still looked as if he’d been struck from the back with a hammer. His dark-circled eyes flared at the cartridge. It was no bigger than one of the highlighters he’d kept in his stationery drawer: on those late nights before big deadlines, that made them easier to disguise.

“It’s all local. Made from the spring behind the resort. What, you want a hit, or?”

“I don’t have time for this.”

Ibara flipped his towel over his head and spun sharply towards the showers. But before he could catastrophize about the inevitable press conference to explain the falling share prices, Milton ensnared his wrist around his arm.

And that’s where he found himself bounding past the doors of the gym into the damp wilderness of the jungle, until the sound of chattering guests petered out to the wild rush of waterfalls and the buzzing of mosquitoes. Despite every attempt to free himself or shake Milton out of his trance, he could only watch helplessly as civilisation floated further and further away.

“Pelage, I am going to kill you with - What. The Fuck.”

The grotto of dead bushes wrapped themselves above and around his feet. He trudged through the leaf litter towards the only things he could see.

A lighter. A face. And something strung up next to a red marker and a sheet of paper, small and shrivelled and looking straight at him.

“Man, this is gonna be the best summer ever!” With Milton’s cheering, bats scattered into the sky. He took out his own lighter and began gesturing around.

“Zeta, Goose. Goose, Zeta.”

Ibara had expected someone else entirely from the nature of the doodles on Milton. Instead, the face stepped into the moonlight and emerged a towering gentleman; or at least something in the image of one.

His sarong of strange, tentacle-like patterns coiled around his waist. The entity’s limbs moved as though inflicted with late-stage rigor mortis, and the bleached layers of black hair didn’t exactly help with that impression. Below his porcelain expression was a chest that did not seem to rise and fall.

Fixed on something far behind Ibara in the distance, he managed a curt bow. Milton tossed the vape over, and after catching without looking, took a slow puff.

“This one wishes to trifle with the spirits?”

“Spirits!?” Ibara shrieked mid-bow, retching at the smoke. Milton covered his mouth.

“We SO do. After this I pass Shaman 101, right?”

“To qualify as a dukun, Milton,” Zeta shook his head, sitting back down and spinning the marker with intrigue. “You simply… survive.”

Ibara shook Milton off and barked down at him. “You were summoning ghosts behind my back!?”

“Since when did you believe? You need like, three peer-reviewed articles to accept any advice I give you.” The parrot shot back. “You’re cooked for Startech. Your team’s still banging rocks together trying to discover fire. You want it to move? We can make it do so much more. Goose, Temu Tactician.”

He pointed to the mysterious effigy they stood in a triangle around. When the clouds cleared and the moon shone through, Ibara nearly threw up.

“We’re going to die.”

Caked in soil and leaf litter, the nui was crucified on two pieces of damp wood. A white cloth, strangely pristine, was wrapped around its mutilated body. At first it seemed tied to the wood for support, but on closer inspection, it was tied through it. The sharpened tip pierced through the top of its head, its wiry brain matter spilling out.

“Oh, come on. We’re doo-koons, not Build-A-Bear staff.”

With a heavy groan of defeat, Ibara sat down.

This wasn’t exactly his first rodeo. That demon of an instructor took sadistic joy in telling ghost stories. He’d then steal his night vision gear, making Ibara chase him into the forests to get it back. One misstep and he’d jump from the bushes, pinning him to the ground with a force he felt while dreaming and awake.

He’d only find out it was Instructor through breakroom banter 10 years later. But it didn’t matter; just thinking about the experience kept the fear boiling in his blood.

“If this fails, Milton,” As per Zeta’s instructions, he stood on one side of the doll and held it. Milton stood on the other and did the same. “I hope it gets to you first.”

“Shh! It’s starting.”

The monochrome man began to chant.

“Jelangkung, Jelangsat…”

Even the flame of the lighter had begun to shrink at the sound of these words. With no moon in the sky, it only cast a dinner-plate sized glow over all three of their faces.

Betraying logic, Ibara began to count. He needed to make sure they were really alone.

“Di sini ada pesta…”

We have a party here,

Milton, absorbed like a ten-year old child.

“Pesta kecil-kecilan…”

A small party.

Himself, now sleepless.

“Jelangkung, Jelangsat…”

Zeta. Chanting, eyes like a fish…

“Datang tak dijemput…”

Come uninvited

…And of course, the doll.

It knew he was responsible for its plight.

“Pulang tak diantar.”

Go undelivered.

The sticks snapped as hard as the doll’s neck.

“Pelage, watch out! Pelage – !!”

The lighters went out, leaving them at the mercy of the eerie blue-gray mist that spread around them. The doll fell forwards and crushed Ibara’s fingers with the force of what felt like that hundred-kilogram dumbbell. He screamed.

“Zeta!” Milton’s head snapped to his teacher. “What do we -”

“We embrace it. When we embrace it, we do not feel pain.” The dukun simply crossed his legs and closed his eyes. Another crack resounded in the grotto. A tree branch fell from above, pummelling his chest straight into the ground.

“Zeta! Shit!”

Not a sound from him. After barely managing to lift Ibara’s fingers out from under the nui, which writhed on the ground with a force that tested the limits of its felt body, the apprentice dukun whipped out his phone.

“Milton!” Ibara shouted. “It’s all up to you - Oh, are you fucking serious!?”

“They know everything on there, okay!?” Milton frantically scrolled through a saved Reddit page on his phone. “Now shut up! Jelangkung jelangsat, disini ana pesta, peca kecil-kecilan, jelangkung jelangsat, datang tidak diundar, pergi tidak diantar!”

From being impossible to lift, the doll grew lighter. And lighter. Until it wiggled its limbs free from Milton’s and Ibara’s fingers, scrambling like a horse learning to walk.

Then, it stood on two legs and saluted - with broken and rustling mechanics, poking like broken bones through the stitching.

“敬礼～✰ この「七種茨」を召還してくれて有難うございました！” Salute! I thank you sincerely for summoning this ‘Saegusa Ibara’ !

Ibara’s own voice was talking back to him - a little older-sounding and strained, but a near-perfect impression. It wasn’t playing through the voicebox. Not even from inside the nui, but from everywhere around them.

Milton gulped. Looks like they wouldn’t need the pen and paper anymore.

“Uh. Last I checked, we’re in Indonesia. How is it -”

“Your pronunciation must’ve been so bad, the spirit world thought it was Japanese.” Ibara chuckled, then patted him on the back like all he’d done to save their life was just a run down to the market. “Anyway, good job. Your work is done here.”

Ibara then turned to the nui.

“Spirit!” The viper commanded in Japanese. “I, Saegusa Ibara, have returned you to the realm of the living. I present to you a contract: perform according to my instructions and entertain my guests. Then, as one of the wealthiest men in Japan, I will grant you anything you desire!”

He spread his arms out in front of the nui for emphasis. But with the doll no taller than three apples, Ibara was looking down. Rather than a grandiose speech, it seemed more like he was about to give it a big hug.

The nui responded with a slow, contemplative nod.

“Very well. I accept.” It hopped into Milton’s arms and switched to a refined English. “You, secretary. Bring me a warm bath, a fresh hakama and a bottle of Reikyo Absolute 0.”

“We only have one in our cabinet! And I’m not -”

“Yes, my secretary will do so immediately.” Ibara glared at Milton, smiling through gritted teeth as he picked up the unconscious shaman. “Quickly, now. We have some product evaluation to do~✰”

Hello! This is Mod Serpent. Day 7 took way longer and way more words than expected, but it was so worth it! I thought that with all the cute stuff coming out of the Nui prompt, I'd dare to be different. If you made it all the way down here, thanks for reading! Here's Part 2 for your convenience. I promise things will only get better for our two heroes :)

#mod 🐍#sunset strategy #ensemble stars #enstars #ibara saegusa #ensemble stars yume #enstars yume #enstars selfship #eden enstars #enstars self ship #enstars selfship week #self ship writing #selfshipping community #yumeshipping

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nyacinthie · 5 months ago

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I've been on a mission to find shades of brown faux fur that I'd be happy to use for a fursuit of my sona, Minty, and I just received some samples from 2 different Chinese brands!! They have no presence outside of China, so I wanted to share the furs, my thoughts, and the links to purchase. Both brands were recommended by Chinese fursuit makers!!

You will need a shopping service to order, but you may be able to order direct!! Please don't ask me how, there are wonderful guides out there and I can't order direct myself LOL

I use Superbuy, but Spreenow is also a good choice.

9cm pile "falling water hair"

- Jinle fabric/锦乐布艺

- 皮粉 ("leather flour", silver-pink ish that sometimes photographs light brown), 卡其 (khaki, dull yellow-brown)

marketed especially towards kig makers for the long pile, works well for hair on suits/kigs!! or just patches of long fur that you may want

tight-knit backing that is soft, wonderfully soft fur. feel the tiniest bit of texture underhand compared to moonfur fox, id put that towards the longer strands tho

superbuy - https://m.superbuy.com/home/#/goodsDetail?url=https%3A%2F%2Fitem.taobao.com%2Fitem.htm%3Fid%3D669925285483%26ali_trackid%3D2%3Amm_117358474_33384934_118778578

direct taobao - https://item.taobao.com/item.htm?id=669925285483&ali_trackid=2:mm_117358474_33384934_118778578

5cm imitation fox

- Jinle fabric/锦乐布艺

- 驼色 (camel, light brown/cream)

slightly coarser than all of the others, but still wonderfully soft. the tips feel finer and a tiny bit textured. the backing is tight knit but so rough compared to the others

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moon hair fox hair 4cm

- 月亮制兽Moonfur / Moonfur (Moonbeast)

- 饼棕 (Brown cake, light brown w/ pink undertone), 茶褐 (Dark brown, slightly darker than brown cake)

- dedicated fursuit fur seller that sells a few 3D printed bases, also

- SO SOFT. REALLY. my mum couldn't stop touching it LMAO. "i want a onesie made out of this"

- tight knit backing that's really soft. very thick and soft fur. seems a tiny bit shinier than the others?

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#fursuit making #fursuit #fursuit supplies #fur fabric #furry fandom

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horrorliives · 1 year ago

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a.l.k

❀ *◦ angela sarafyan. woman. she/her. bisexual & biromantic . ⇝ hey, isn’t that ani lusine kachadourian? i think that the fourty one year old from glendale, california works as house mom at sugar’s lounge & burlesque dancer at sweet cheeks cabater & burlesque lounge, but outside of that people describe them as glitter stained eyelids & hair, gold accessories. i hear they are guarded & stubborn, but they are also known to be resilient & empathetic. consider giving them a visit at their home in delilah’s den gated community and get to know why they’re called the mother.

✕ ⸻ BASICS

⸻ FULL NAME: Ani Lusine Kachadourian ⸻ NICKNAMES: Anush, Ani Bear, Miss Ani, Ani Angel, Nini, Mama Ani, Lusi ⸻ BIRTHDAY: November 4 1989 ⸻ ZODIAC: Scorpio Sun/Mercury, Gemini Moon, Virgo Rising, Sagittarius Venus, Libra Mars ⸻ AGE: 41 years old ⸻ GENDER: cis woman ⸻ PRONOUNS: she/her ⸻ SEXUAL & ROMANTIC ORIENTATION: bisexual & biromantic ⸻ SCARS / TATTOOS: tbd. ⸻ OCCUPATION: House mom at Sugar's Lounge & Burlesque dancer at Sweet Cheeks Cabaret & Burlesque Lounge ⸻INSPO/SIMILARITIES: to be added later

✕ ⸻ BIO

to be updated more in the future

Ani Kachadourian was born on November 5th in Glendale, California, to Armenian-American parents, Mariam and Vahan Kachadourian. Her family had a rich cultural heritage, and her parents instilled in her a deep appreciation for Armenian traditions and values. Mariam was a homemaker who dedicated her life to raising Ani and her younger brother, while Vahan worked as an architect, providing a comfortable but modest life for the family.

Growing up, Ani was a curious and imaginative child. She was particularly close to her grandfather, Artin, who often told her stories about Armenia and the family’s past. These stories inspired a lifelong interest in her heritage. Her grandmother, Sona, was a gentle and nurturing presence, teaching Ani traditional Armenian recipes and crafts. Despite the love and stability in her early years, Ani witnessed her parents’ growing financial struggles as Vahan’s architectural firm faced economic downturns.

As a teenager, Ani was known for her academic excellence and artistic talents. She was involved in various school activities, including the drama club, where she discovered a passion for performance. During this time, she met Ruben, a classmate who would become her first love. Their relationship was intense and filled with dreams of a future together.

At the age of 20, Ani became pregnant with Aram. While her relationship with Ruben was deep, they were both young and unprepared for the responsibilities of parenthood. Despite their best efforts, they grew apart, and their relationship ended when Aram was three years old. Ruben moved away, leaving Ani to raise Aram as a single mother. Ani managed to finish her college education while working part-time to support herself and Aram. Her early years as a mother were challenging, but they shaped her into a resilient and determined individual. She worked hard to provide a stable environment for her son while also pursuing her artistic interests on the side.

At 26, Ani moved to Los Angeles & married Ohan, a kind-hearted man who was supportive of her and Aram. Together, they welcomed Lina and Karo, the twins, into their lives. Ani’s marriage with Ohan brought stability and joy, and they built a warm family life in Los Angeles. However, their happiness was cut short when Ohan died in a car accident when the twins were eight years old. This tragic loss was a turning point for Ani, who was left to navigate life as a single mother once again. Following Ohan’s death, Ani focused on raising her children and working multiple jobs to make ends meet.

When Ani was 35, she decided to become a foster parent, driven by her desire to provide a safe and loving home for children in need. She took in Lyanna, a 12-year-old girl who had suffered neglect and abuse. Ani’s nurturing nature and dedication to her children led her to adopt Lyanna, creating a new sense of family. A year later, Ani adopted Narek, an eight-year-old boy who had been in foster care for most of his early years. These new additions to her family brought both joy and challenges, and Ani worked tirelessly to integrate them into their new life.

Ani received heartbreaking news: her grandfather, Artin, had passed away, and her grandmother, Sona, was missing under mysterious circumstances. Devastated by the loss of her grandfather and troubled by her grandmother’s disappearance, Ani felt a profound sense of duty to investigate what had happened.

With her children and the weight of her family’s history on her shoulders, Ani made the difficult decision to move to Anchorage, Alaska. She hoped that returning to the place where her grandparents had lived might offer clues about Sona’s whereabouts and help her uncover any unresolved family mysteries.

In Anchorage, Ani has set up a new life for her family. She took up a role as a house mom at Sugar’s Lounge, where she balanced her work responsibilities with caring for her children. Despite the hardships, she found solace in her performances as a burlesque dancer at Sweet Cheeks Cabaret & Burlesque Lounge, where she could express herself creatively and escape her daily struggles. Her goal in this new city is twofold: to find answers about her grandmother’s disappearance and to build a stable and nurturing environment for her children, drawing upon her experiences as a mother, performer, and survivor of loss.

✕ ⸻ ANI'S CHILDREN

Aram (21) -- The Older Sibling & Mentor

Aram has grown into a responsible young adult. He often takes on a leadership role in the family. He is very supportive of his younger siblings & helps Ani with household responsibilities when he can. He is pursing a degreen in business administration & dreams of opening his own tech startup. Aram is Ani’s firstborn, born when she was 20. He grew up witnessing his mother’s struggles and was a source of support for her and his younger siblings. After high school, he focused on his studies and works part-time to support himself through college.

Lina (15) -- The Creative Dreamer

Lina is a budding artist with a love for painting 7 drawing. She is emotionally perceptive, often sensing & responding to the moods of her family members. Despite her young age, Lina is dedicated her craft & dreams of becoming a professional artist. She can often be found lost in her thoughts, sketching, or daydreaming about future possibilities. Lina is one of the twins born when Ani was 26. She shares a close bond with Karo, who often explores creative outlets together. She is currently attending high school & balancing her academic responsibilities with her artistic pursuits.

Karo (15) -- The Intellectual Helper

Karo is very smart. enjoys solving puzzles, playing strategy games, & studying. He's a dependable & caring sibling, often helping Lina with her art projects or tutoring her in subjects they both find challenging. He prefers quieter activities & values his personal time. He is good at reading situations & understanding people's emotions. Karo is Lina's twin brother. Growing up, he has been a supportive & protective sibling, & they share a close bond. He's excelling in school & is interested in pursuing a career in engineering or technology.

Lyanna (12) -- The Compassionate Child

Lyanna is known for her kind & caring nature. She has a strong sense of empathy & is quick to offer comfort to her siblings when they're upset. She loves to create stories & play imaginative games. She often goes out of her way to help others & make them feel appreciated. Lyanna was adopted by Ani when she was two years old. Despite her early hardships, she has grown into a loving & caring child, integrating well into the Kachoadourian family & becoming a beloved member of the household.

Dalia (9) -- The Spirited Adventurer

Dalia is always on the go & loves to explore her surroundings. She's very inquisitive & enjoys learning new things, friendly, & enjoys making new friends & school & in the neighborhood. She often engages in craft activities & imaginative play. Dalia is Ani's child from when she was 32. A vibrant & active child, she's always full of ideas & ready for the next adventure. She keeps her older siblings on their toes with her boundless energy & curiosity.

Narek (6) -- The Young Adventurer

Narek is ful of energy & enjoys playing outside or engaging in physical activities. He is fearless & cururious, often exploring new places & getting into minor trouble. He's very loving & enjoys spending time with his family, especially his older siblings. Narjek was also adopted by Ani when he was one year old. ie Lyanna, he came from a challenging background, & Ani povided him with a nurturing enivonrment where he could group up surrounded by love.

✕ ⸻ HEADCANONS

Passion for Cooking: Ani has a secret talent for making traditional Armenian dishes. She learned these recipes from her grandparents & enjoys passing them down to her children. Cooking is her way of staying connected to her roots & keeping her family's heritage alive.

Vintage Jewelry Collector: Ani loves collection vintage jewelry from different eras. Her collection includes pieces from the 1920s Art Deco period & the 1970s Bohemian styles. She wears these pieces to the cabaret to add a touch of elegance to her performances. Each pieces has a story, & she enjoys sharing these stories with her friends & family.

A Fondness for Classic Movies: Ani is a fan of classic Hollywood films and often has movie nights with her kids. Her favorite actress is Audrey Hepburn, and she adores films like “Breakfast at Tiffany’s” and “Roman Holiday.” She uses these movie nights to teach her children about classic cinema and to bond with them over shared interests.

A Hidden Talent for Tarot Reading: Ani has a talent for reading tarot cards. She learned it as a form of spiritual exploration and enjoys offering readings for her friends and family. She uses the cards to provide guidance and comfort, believing that the insights can help navigate the challenges of life.

A Ritual of Tea Time: Ani has a daily ritual of tea time in the late afternoon. She enjoys brewing loose-leaf teas and tries out different blends, often sharing her favorite teas with friends. Tea time is a quiet moment for her to unwind and reflect on her day. It’s also a time for her to catch up with her kids and talk about their day.

A Passion for Vintage Fashion: Ani has a keen eye for vintage fashion and often incorporates vintage styles into her wardrobe. She enjoys thrift shopping and finding unique pieces. Her wardrobe includes a mix of vintage dresses, retro accessories, and classic heels that she wears both for her cabaret performances and in her daily life.

A Love for Stargazing: Ani enjoys stargazing and finds it to be a peaceful and reflective activity. She often takes her children out on clear nights to look at the stars and talk about the constellations. She keeps a star map and uses a telescope to explore the night sky, teaching her kids about the wonders of the universe.

A Collector of Local Art: Ani supports local artists by collecting Alaskan artwork. Her home is adorned with pieces from local galleries and craft fairs. She values art that tells a story and enjoys meeting the artists to learn about their inspirations.

An Enthusiastic Gardener: Ani enjoys gardening and takes great pride in her flower garden. She grows a variety of plants and flowers and loves creating a beautiful outdoor space. She finds gardening to be therapeutic and uses it as a way to relax and connect with nature.

Mother of DIY Projects: Ani is skilled at DIY projects and often takes on home improvement tasks. She enjoys creating homemade decorations and renovating furniture. She uses this skill to make her home cozy and inviting, often involving her children in the projects.

✕ ⸻ WANTED CONNECTIONS

co-workers

babysitters for the children

parents of children that are her children's friends

neighbors

#anchorintro

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bloodmoonlvr · 2 years ago

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quickish casual lucent moonie i did for a new comm sheet which i shall put up posthaste

#moon presence (sona)#moonie art #anthro

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sombra7567 · 2 months ago

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When I first listened to Lunar Mission, I had a feeling the speaker was more feminine, was very happy to see that was kind of the case (I've been obsessed with the moon since childhood and always considered it to be a somewhat feminine entity... most of my sonas in the past have had some kind of connection with it XD)

I feel like there could be a time where Mitch decides to leave his Listener. Idk to me it feels like he's going to get more independent and sure of himself; I wouldn't be surprised if he went to Listener and told them it was time for him to move on. Personally, I think my Listener would be fine with it, a little sad obviously, but they'd understand and tell him not to be a stranger. And now they have more reason to go to the bakery!

Speaking of which I think Mitch's listener and the bakery owner would be friends ^^

Aru is one of the best freaking people to talk to. Just super calming presence, funny, he'll listen to you when you need to vent, great storyteller, etc. etc.

After David and Bats finish a mission, if they're not too tired, Bats will take David somewhere and buy him food sometimes. They'll probably hang out on a bench afterward and Bats will just talk about anything.

Mitch's listener sucks at video games. They like playing them! But there's always at least one incident where Mitch questions how hopeless a person could be at gaming-

User has dreams about their deaths and also possibly about their life outside of the Plane in the real world. But the real world dreams are the type that are super vague and exist on the edge of memory after you wake up. The death dreams are vivid, they just don't like to talk about them.

A bunch of the listeners are the "mildly aggressive caregiver" type. Like "Sit down, stop playing and acting like you're fine, you're not fine, let me help you dammit-"

And last thing because I like showing affection to people, POSSIBLY THE BEST HUGGERS: - Aru - Eissen - Mitch

Also not character related but in my mind I think Mage's Headspace looks kind of like Cedar Lake, only more mystical... the entrance to the Realms (the character worlds) would be the lake itself, you'd probably disturb the water to enter I think.

I'm always curious about people's headcanons, it's amazing to hear other interpretations of the characters! Here's a few of mine; while all the listeners are gender neutral, I sometimes have an image of them in my head, such as Bats (Vampire Hunter series) and the rancher (Rancher & Royal Knight series) being female, and the Neko Listener and the User (Respawn) being more male. Got headcanons? Hit me!

#mage bunkshelf #audio roleplay #the stray cat's yowling again my bad #also favorite bit of lore is that “mage bunkshelf” came from “beige monkfish”#idk why i love that so much but yee

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igknightedart · 3 years ago

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Worked with @moontruffles recently to take another swing at the TFA version of her sona, Crescent, as y’all might remember from the Team Purple sheet!

Had a lot of fun working on this design, with a lot of input from Moon herself, naturally. Even managed to muster up the energy to draw up Crescent and Dreadringer’s alt modes and weapons together. Dread’s being a cool energy syphoning scythe made from his tail, usually only wielded as a last resort since it disintegrates soon after removal...and said removal tends to hurt a lot, even if the tail itself does grow back.

The REALLY cool part though is Cress’ Shooting Star staff, since it embodies the basic idea behind TFA Caminus that Moon and I cooked up some time ago. Namely that it’s a more independent colony in Cybertron’s system and one that’s more welcoming to Autobot and Decepticons alike, albiet keeping the presence of the latter a secret through various incentives. Hence why the staff is theoretically a melee weapon in a pinch (like for the Autobots) but since it’s already capable of projecting fireworks for her shows, the charges can be built to the point where Cress can use them like energy rockets and blast targets to pieces (more like the Decepticons).

#my art #transformers #maccadam #transformers animated #tfoc #tfsona #Crescent #Dreadringer

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aurasong · 4 years ago

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[ run ] ╱ OOP, blood moon au 🌝

♡ @interitu

It’s always quiet inside - always. She hasn’t known anything other than the silence for so long - she lost track of the years long ago.

Time is immeasurable in the beyond.

Her eyes widen at the violent magnetic pull she feels, and she’s so focused on the chasm opening above─shining lights of reds and violets down on her─that she completely misses how the darkness loses its grip on her so easily.

The tendrils slide off her limbs, and for the first time in an indefinite amount of time, Sona can raise her hand, and look at the texture of her palms, of her arms.

Her body moves on instinct - already knowing what to do as she rises from the confines of the inferno - and like the ink staining the grass beneath her is a part of her.

Her hands raise in front of her, and the etwahl itself begins to form from the droplets of ink at her feet - where smooth strokes form a painted sigil. Her sigil.

Claws pluck experly at the strings, and a short, eerie tune carries forth an auric strike at the foe across from herself and her summoner.

The summoner she has not yet looked at. A click can be heard behind her, and Sona turns her head. A gaze of glowing azure remains fixed on the masked one.

Oh? He’s reloading. For good measure - as there are no other humans in sight. For now.

She turns her attention away from him again, and examines the instrument before her. Not her harp from her time alive as a human - but something else, that she knew like the back of her hand somehow.

As though it were part of her. Like... Her soul had been split in two.

Sona plucks gently at the strings again, another eerie tune following the movement of her fingers. Though there is no flinch or evidence of his touch having startled her, her music instantly comes to a stop. Her hands freeze.

Something as insignificant as the light stroke of her hair is bringing her a comfort she has not felt in... However long. For reasons unknown, it almost repulses her to crave it again.

It has been so long─

The maven of strings cuts herself off, realizing then that... He could hear her. Curious.

But her voice was not an auditory thing, no. It was more intimate than that. Telepathy.

It has been so long since the last time she felt something, she'd wanted to say - but not in the presence of another. That would be her secret alone.

I want to know the name of he who calls for me, her voice booms in his mind again - courteous, but firm.

non-verbal prompts / accepting !

#🌝 i simp for them idc /#interitu #❛ ic ╱ all the lights are sparkling for you it seems .#❛ blood moon ╱ i will dwell on this earth forevermore .#♡ jhin ╱ interitu : goddamn‚ manchild‚ you act like a kid even though you stand six foot four .

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mythriteshah · 4 years ago

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The Sultan’s Dream

“Nyra… Glacius… It has been a journey of ten-thousand malms since we stepped foot upon Eorzea. I was but a simple lordling that wanted to make a name for himself, with nothing but my two greatest companions – my best friends – by my side. You two were always there. Through my triumphs and my failures, you were all I had to depend on.

Yes, I have my Angels to watch over and safeguard myself and the Regalia, but even they are not always around – unlike you two. ‘Tis not often I am given an opportunity to simply enjoy the scenery and share my thoughts; there are few whom I trust enough to divulge my deepest secrets. And to tell you the greatest truth of all, Nyra & Glacius… I’m tired. My time spent in Eorzea was one filled with so much turmoil that I would not even wish such a life on my worst enemies. And although I’ve brought the Regalia to a shining age of prosperity, I had still suffered a great deal since I first became an adventurer.

All this conflict is for the cloudkin. I’ve already cavorted with enough primals to live three full lives. And the repeated incursions of the Garlean Empire are evolving into quite the proverbial broken record. There are numerous other adventurers and ‘heroes’ strewn about the realm to make an army; what’s one merchant-lord in the grand scheme of things?

We’ve played our part on this grand stage of imbeciles, Glacius. Nyra. But now it is time for the curtains to descend. I am done fighting and tempting fate – I’ll grow old doing this for so long. ‘Tis time we returned back home to where we belong.”

Thiji reflected back on his speech he gave to his two most trusted companions some summers ago. While he has gained and lost much throughout his time as an adventurer, he was tolerant of the outcomes and made peace with them. Of course, there are certain moments in time he wish would have changed for the better.

His confrontation with the Harriers and their leader in the heart of Snowcloak, though successful in its objective, costed Thiji the life of the only Angel who ever loved him – Mamai Mai, who was given the title of “Lady” posthumously. She insisted on accompanying the then Mythrite Prince and his comrades-in-arms in his assault, offering her pugilistic skills to the table. Unfortunately, she was waylaid unexpectantly by what may as well have been a sub-zero blast of cold by the Lady of Frost. Thiji may have withstood the brunt of it, but Mamai was not so prepared, and she fell as a result. This was the beginning of a martial awakening within Thiji, for this event catalyzed his ascent – or descent, to some – into the path of the Dark Knight. This would later be realized in its fullest when he battled against the fourfold master of the blade in His home turf: Ravana, Lord of the Hive.

“Martial perfection”, the Amalj’aa called it. The apex of one’s skill for which all Amalj’aa seek to strive. This concept stuck close to Thiji as he eventually took up the sword and shield, continuing his adventures as a Paladin during the campaign to liberate Ala Mhigo. When he had faced off against the Lady of Bliss, whose Qalyana dreamers were coaxed into summoning their false deity due to threats from the Garlean Empire, he had received word from Nyra, who bore a message from one of his Angels informing him that his then-Sultana, Nanago Nago - whom was with child and under the care of Sarielle - had succumbed to her own avarice, consuming gratuitous amounts of aether from his weapons collected throughout his journeys during the Dragonsong War. The resulting effulgence – combined with her own innate powers as an Astrologian – caused her and their unborn child to perish in a stellar explosion, effectively removing them from existence. Another crushing loss – greater, even, than the one incurred from losing Mamai. Thanks to the laws of time and space, no one but he and his Angels know of this event. Once more unhinged, Thiji found new strength in not only his martial, but his magical prowess, effectively dispatching of the Lady of Bliss, though at the cost of his own blade and board… and his soul crystal, which he casted away with his armor following the battle.

It always seemed passing strange that the Dunesfolk nobleman from the Near East would gain new strength and prowess by leaps and bounds at the expense of some tragedy – this only further added to his eccentricity. He was a calm individual, but was incredibly vindictive – especially if one ever crossed his Angels, whom he cared for so dearly. Others may not have picked up on the cause of these… awakenings, but Thiji was more than aware of it. Some days following the Largesse, when he was alone in his Aldenard Branch office, he gazed upon a glistening blue greatsword of exquisite make. It was made by a Dragoon friend of his who had a fascination for all things Allagan, and upon the length of the blade was an engraved sentence:

“As long as you make it out of a battle alive, you're one step closer to fulfilling your dream.”

More than just pretty words to the Mythrite Sultan. He had experienced many battles and came out of each intact. Even now, as the kingpin of the Higuri Regalia, Thiji had even conquered a battlefield which extended beyond the physical: the realm of high fashion. He toiled for many winters to get to where he is now; to be the titan of aesthetic and philanthropy which has earned the respect of many (and, for some reason, the ire of some). Yet therein lies the problem:

What dream remained?

Sure, Thiji Higuri was a man of ambition and intellect. But he had not enjoyed the pursuit of a dream since the assault on Djanan Qhat. Ever since he was a child, he was spellbound by a particular play, and never missed a single showing. Thiji had experienced it so many times that he could (and probably still) recite the entire script verbatim. It was a tale of romance and tragedy; of a powerful sorceress with a good heart who stood up for a broken country’s people, and the solitary man who rose up to defend her: the Sorceress’s Knight.

A dream he may have fulfilled after the Dragonsong War, but was snatched away prior to Ala Mhigo’s freedom. It was a sensitive topic, and seldom brought up in the Mythrite Sultan’s presence, lest an Angel earns his anger. Why keep the claymore, then, if he had no dream to pursue? What other meaning could the decorative sword have to Thiji if he is a man bereft of that driving force?

The evening following the Largesse, the Mythrite Sultan was no longer present at the Aldenard Branch. He had begun making for the Main Branch for reasons as of yet unknown – probably to oversee the release of the Blessed Wardrobe’s second clothing line. As usual, his Advisor, Veeveena Veena, was present in his chambers, enjoying some Winter Lassi as she gazed upon the moon with that lovely smile on her face. It was yet another peaceful night in Radz-at-Han, and though she has seen the view many times, it was no less breathtaking to behold for the Near Eastern flower.

Veeveena took a few sips of her drink as the winds suddenly began to rise. The trees amidst the emergent layer of the jungle which could be seen from the city began to sway and billow, and would eventually cause a whisper or three to blow through the balcony. The sudden shift in temperature caught her off guard as the Dunesfolk woman let out a soft gasp, stumbling somewhat, but maintained her posture as the numerous jewels and decorations on her sampot clinked like wind chimes against her body.

“This breeze…” she whispered to herself. “Could it be the North Wind? Has he arrived in Radz-at-Han?” The sheer thought of meeting the elusive debonair was too enticing to resist, and Veeveena would quickly down the last of the lassi, enduring the brain freeze that would follow. As swiftly as she could, she doffed her garb to put on some evening attire before making her flight from the Main Branch Headquarters. Forgoing the usual method of taking the bridge out from the city, she utilized her fans to conjure wind-aspected aether to propel herself upward, gliding down gracefully toward the canopy.

Meanwhile, as Veeveena made her way to the rivulet, a lone figure was seen dancing about. It was shrouded entirely thanks to the shadows cast by the dense canopy beneath Menphina’s light. The figure’s movements were seamless, effortlessly transitioning into fouettes, sliding along the waters from one side to the other as they froze over, striping the rivulet with bands of ice. All throughout was the sound of steel ringing through the night air, and that same icy wind began picking up once more as the figure gathered aetherial energy for a brief moment before soaring from one end of the river to the other in a twirling flourish. Upon reaching the apex of the jump, it performed a flawless jete, the silvery moon cloaking the figure all the while as if the spectacle was taken straight out from a painting. The concealed terpsichorean was releasing the stored energy as it did its finish, resulting in an arch of slick ice to form over the rivulet. Sticking the landing with one final twirl into a plie, it detected movement within the trees. It did not bother to take the time to discern the incoming presence, and instead fled the scene with a blinding dash into the forest floor.

When Veeveena had finally emerged, the figure she believed to be the North Wind was nowhere to be found. All that she beheld was the stark scenery of a partly-frozen rivulet, the banks dotted with shards of frost, and an arch spanning its breadth. “This is beautiful… but the North Wind could not do this,” she thought, as she felt the scintillant snow particles kissing her face. While she was awestruck at the sight, Veeveena had to report this occurrence to her peers. Without wasting another moment, she contacted the Angels at the Main Branch, who would then arrive within the bell.

The “S” Trio (Sena, Sona, Suna) and the “L” Trio (Lena, Luma, Lina) were investigating the area as Veeveena brought them up to speed on what happened to the best of her ability. Sosona was easily able to deduce that the lingering aether was not the result of a primal’s thanks to her aetherometer obtained by the Scions of the Seventh Dawn (who, when asked about how she acquired them, stated that they didn’t seem to be using them anymore anyway); Lelena and Lilina, with their own unique abilities, further deduced that the culprit was not using the ambient aether or the influence of a construct; Luluma and Susuna had also come to the conclusion that the focus area was away from any wildlife or beastmen, so none were harmed from the result of this… phenomenon.

What really stood out, however, was Sesena’s observation after gazing upon the frozen arch for several minutes:

“Hey, Angels… do any of you feel… different?” she asked them. “Miss Veeveena?”

“Yes,” she replied. “I thought I was the only one who felt such… emotion from this scene, so I did not address it.”

“Miss Veeveena’s right… I don’t feel all that chipper,” Lilina commented, holding a hand to her heart. “It’s not… aether sickness, but when I gaze upon this scene, I’m seemingly overcome with… sorrow. But it’s a sort of… beautiful sorrow – like a dying maiden being held in her lover’s arms before the last flames of life fade from her eyes…”

The other Angels absorbed Lilina’s words, taking in the scenery, watching the snow particles dance in the air. The longer they remained, the more these senses seemed more profound. They may have been involved in many conflicts both small and large, but the Angels were no strangers to emotion – especially ones as palpable as what they were experiencing. They felt tranquility… yet sadness; bliss… yet loss. It was as if they were traversing a thin line between positive and negative emotion.

“I’ve heard tales of his prowess, Angels, but I don’t think even the North Wind is capable of something like this,” Sesena commented.

“Whomever it is,” Sosona began, “they’re damn good at expressing themselves.” The Angels remained for a while longer, until the icy spectacle would be whisked away by an errant gust of wind, freeing the rivulet from its frozen state in a cloud of diamond dust.

From atop the city in the Main Branch Headquarters, a Lalafell woman veiled in mythril blue and silver watched silently from her vantage point. Lady Mimizo, the Valide Sultan, was surprisingly awake during this bell, her face obscured by one of her fans. But for what reason was she spying on the Angels?

As Nyra flew to her side, Mimizo looked over her shoulder to find a slumbering Thiji, who seemed to be well into his sleep, a rare smile of content made visible on his face. His mother would grin in kind as she gave a kiss to the owl’s cheek.

“[I am indebted to you, Nyra. Thank you for keeping this secret for so long. But soon, the Angels will have to know. Until then, pray hold your tongue a while longer],” Mimizo whispered to Nyra in their native tongue. She would bow her head before taking wing, flying off into the night sky. Mimizo gazed upon the vestiges of the ice particles swirling into the heavens, enjoying the sight for a moment before quietly leaving her son’s bed chambers. She would return to accompany her husband before the Angels would make their way back to report this event to the other branches.

“May your dreams bring you the bliss you so rightfully deserve, my beloved son…”

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