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horrorliives · 2 months

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❀ *◦ 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

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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

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pinksparklelps · 8 months

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Wanted to elaborate more on my IFS. This gets long so buckle in folks

First off, IFS stands for Internal Family System, which is a kinda psychotherapy thing. "IFS is a transformative tool that conceives of every human being as a system of protective and wounded inner parts led by a core Self."

This was introduced to me by my mom, who if you didn't know has gone through college and has a master's degree in all this mental stuff, as well as working at a place to help people who are struggling.

Basically it helps you connect to yourself more, and access those parts of yourself that have been wounded or are protective, and is used in therapy. It's not just therapy, but an expanded way of understanding yourself.

This is not to be confused with multiple systems, which is caused by Dissociative Identity Disorder. IFS is a thing everyone has, as we are all comprised of different parts and experiences. It is evidence-based, and you can look up more information if you don't entirely believe me.

The IFS is made up of three roles; Managers, who are the protective parts of you, and help manage emotions and tasks in daily life. Exiles, who hold memories of hurt, fear, and pain, like they're holding your trauma. Firefighters, who seek to ward off the bad emotions caused by the exiles, which manifests in coping mechanisms that are either bad (substance use and the like) or good (listening to music or something to distract yourself.

IFS also includes the core Self, like the genuine version of you, and can identify, observe, and help in lessening how extreme a role may be, or make one more productive, and help them all coexist in an effective way. It includes positive traits like the eight C's and five P's, and the presence of each helps you personally identify how available the Self is, and what still needs to come out.

The eight C's: Confidence, calmness, creativity, clarity, curiosity, courage, compassion, connectedness

The five P's: Presence, patience, perspective, persistence, playfulness

I created characters/sonas of the parts of my own Internal Family System, which right now comprises of 5 firefighters, 2 exiles, and 3 managers.

Euphrosyne (Mirth) is the more childish things I enjoy, as well as my excitement and hyperfixation on things I love and have grown up with, such as Disney, robots, the color pink, dresses, and more

Oizys (Miseria) is the more emotional part of me, which shows itself in her elemental theme. Instead of distracting, this is the part that makes me hyperfocus on bad memories and the emotions that come with them

Asteria is the part of me that loves and worships the stars, and amplifies the comfort and calm I feel from the night sky and the moon. It holds all my beliefs and feelings surrounding the night and anything associated with it

Aphrodite I'd rather not expand on, as she has a more personal role derived from a personal experience

Soteria (Alexis) is essentially a knight, which shows in her design. She's the most defensive, in which no matter where bad emotions come from, whether the other roles or outside forces, she immediately shields me off; most often manifesting in heavy disassociation and avoidance, which are the times I get quieter and seem to disappear for a while

Pasithea (Pax) is the part that prioritizes my own comfort and safety, and keeps the things that are soft and make me calm nearby as much as possible. Like my Hornet plushie, my yin-yang bracelet, my music boxes, and anything else that's really special

Teles (Camille) is the part that prioritizes work and perfection, and oftentimes is what gets me so focused on documentation of games I currently play. She focuses on keeping things known to me, and trying to make everything perfect no matter how long it takes, so she and Pax butt heads a lot

Minerva (Aria) is the part that prioritizes my love and connection to music, as well as keep all my special and favorite songs memorized for me to sing. She ties memories and experiences to songs, so that when I'm thinking or feeling something, I have the perfect thing to express myself

Kitty and Skylar are my exiles, and in being so, I'm not gonna talk about what specifically they represent; only that they are designed how I looked during the period of time in which the memory occurred

#IFS #internal family systems

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moonjxsung · 7 months

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holy shit your new story has me in an utter chokehold because i just cried my eyes out like three times reading it I LOVE IT SO MUCH STAR I DONT KNOW HOW TO PUT IT INTO WORDS it's definitely one of my ABSOLUTE favorite pieces of your works now and as someone who loves classical music and occasionally studies music theory and such on my own free time, this piece definitely rooted in my heart. i ended up reading it halfway through then stopping for a break so i could text my friends that im sobbing my eyes out to mozart and then went right back to reading it, and i got texts afterwards ranging from "what the hell are you up to now" to "average day with you"

i listened to mozart's piano concerto no.12 while finishing the rest of the story, and i think the music just engulfed me a lot more into the piece itself and i really fell in love with it.

star, your writing really is a symphony in itself that resonates within my heart because every time i read your newly published work, it feels like im falling in love and meeting your blog for the first time all over again, and it continues to remind me of how grateful i am to have met and stumbled across someone like you.

thank you so much for continuing to write and inspiring me in ways i never thought i could be, and for always providing a safe space and a comforting new world within all your stories. i remember i wrote a pretty long feedback for begged and borrowed, but i just really can't put into words how much im in love with your writing. i said before, but ill continue to tell you about how your sense of words engulf me into a different reflection of myself in another universe and how many times i find myself going through a flurry of emotions from it.

pleaseplease dont stop writing because your talent for it is absolutely incredible, and if i could, i would read your works from the end of this world to the next one because i really truly do love them.

p.s. !! here's some random thing i cooked up while thinking of the whole brahms and clara thing (i wanted to imagine that if mozart and constanze had a letter, brahms would also have one dedicated to clara) "My dear love, my symphony in which resonates deep within my heart. A glass ornament in which I gaze upon that shines down upon the world- so imperfect yet the shards place and root themselves so deeply within my heart I will never be able to part my gaze from your beauty.

A passion burns within me whenever I am graced with your presence. My music and notes will never be able to hold my profound love for you, your everlasting beauty which goes to the moon and back, collecting and scattering stardust over my eyes, enchanting me into your witch's spell that I will never be able to break myself free from.

Oh my love, I hope that death not do us part, and though no soul will ever be able to remember the love I shared for you, you will be able to hold it in your heart as a precious memory from your youthful days. My lady, I would die for you, writing sheets upon sheets and scattered notes which will never truly be able to come close to describing your flawless glamour. You have my heart and soul, and the key to my career, and I hope you will not break it, wishing upon me lament and mournful sorrows, weeping over my very own grave. "

~luv, 《☘️》

I just read this feedback all the way through and then read it like seven more times because I’m so in love with it 😭 where do I even BEGIN…

First of all I laughed so hard at you texting your friends about it LMAOOOO that is tooooo relatable 🤸‍♀️ I revealed to my sister not long ago that I wrote skz fanfic and I’ll text her sometimes to be like wow this is intense I need a break. And I get the same versions of “average day with you” or “what the hell are you writing now” and I don’t even tell her what any of my fics are about so she’s just perpetually guessing 😭

I am so so so beyond elated to hear that you enjoyed reading 🩷🫶 also you’re not the first to say they consumed Mozart’s Sonata no. 12 while reading (highly recommend !!) and it just WARMS my heart to see that you guys pick apart the little details to enhance your reading experience! I try my best to incorporate little bits of media I grew up consuming or that highly resonate with me and it’s so refreshing to see you guys enjoy tiny bits of my life sprinkled into an alternate world I’ve created for you guys. What else can I say except for expressing how grateful I am for every single one of you 🥹 I don’t intend to stop writing any time soon and I’m so inspired to see what little world we can all travel to next in my upcoming work. I hope you enjoy it just as much 🩷

And lastly…. Your poem at the end!!! The inspiration from Mozart’s letters to conjure up your own??? I am in awe with your guys’ ability to move me with your feedback every single time 🥹 my favorite line: your everlasting beauty which goes to the moon and back, collecting and scattering stardust over my eyes” WOW. Are you sure you’re not just Mozart reincarnated and visiting this blog 👀

I LOVE YOU pookie, thank you a million times always and I’m so honored to be able to produce work for you. All my love, always ❤️🫶💕

#☘️ anon #ask

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templesofindia108 · 3 months

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Puri - 5

|| Om Namo Narayanaya ||

Let us take a short break from the details of shrines in the Jagannath temple complex and move towards the fascinating stories from the Puranas. Since the full moon day (Purnima) is nearing, let us discuss the festival of Snana Purnima.

According to the Agama Shastras (scriptures), deities in temples and homes must be offered a ceremonial bath (Abhishekam) every day. If not possible at least a symbolic bath must be given every morning. This is seen in Puri, where in the morning, Abhishekam is done to a mirror kept in front of the deities. This is because they are made of wood, and daily bathing might cause wear and tear. The elaborate Abhishekam is done on the full moon day of the lunar month Jyeshta.

When the deities of Jagannath (Lord Krishna), Subhadra (his younger sister) and Balarama (his elder brother) were installed in the temple, King Indradyumna conducted a grand bathing ceremony for the deities. This practice is continued to date. 108 pots of water are brought from the Sona Kua (golden well) in the temple premises and used to bathe the deities. This festival is celebrated in the presence of thousands of devotees.

One important event before the bath is the sweeping of the temple by the King of Puri. Most of us know that the King sweeps the chariots and streets before the Rath Yatra as a mark of humility and service. But this event takes place before the procession of deities to the bathing platform as well. The bathing platform is located near Anand Bazar at the north-east corner of the temple. It is situated at a height for making it easier for crowds of devotees to have Darshan.

After the divine bath, the brothers are dressed up in Hathi Besha, a decoration that resembles elephants. This is done to commemorate Jagannath appearing in the dream of a Ganesha devotee, indicating that both are one and the same. Meanwhile, Subhadra Devi is decorated with pretty lotus garlands.

After Snana Purnima, the Lord is believed to have fallen sick for a fortnight because of the elaborate bath. Therefore, he is kept in Anasara Ghar (rest house) with special herbal treatments offered by the Raja Vaidya (Ayurvedic doctor). During this period, 3 traditional mural paintings are kept in place of the main deities in the temples. The devotees' eagerness and anticipation to see the divine deities intensifies day by day.

The unique fact is that Puri Jagannath temple is the only temple where the Moolavars (main deities) are taken out from the temple and even replaced! In other temples, the main deities are never moved. Instead, smaller deities called Utsava Vigrahas are taken out for festivals. Here, the Moolavar moves out of the temple twice a year: Snana Purnima (for 15 days) and Rath Yatra (13 days). We will cover the details of Rath Yatra in the next post.

|| Jai Jagannath ||

|| Om Namo Narayanaya||

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lascidarkblueuniverse · 6 months

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Adventure Time: Full Refs From The Cosmic Wizard! by isrrael120

Hello Everyone Well I was looking through my saved drawings then I came across a version of combined references of the Pre-Elements and Post-Elements Versions Of My Adventure Time Sona, Also Known As The Cosmic Wizard I Didn't Remember I Had And Along With A Copy Of His Bio, I Hope You Like It!!!☺️

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Name: Isrrael The Cosmic Wizard

Nicknames: Cosmic Wizard, Isrrael, Issa, Galaxy

Sex: Male

Age: 1000+

Physical Age: 27 - 37

Species: Wizard/Cosmic Entity Hybrid

Human (formerly)

Occupation: Adventurer, Blacksmith And Seller Of Magical Things

Place of Origin: Before The Great Mushroom War

Current Residence: Wizard City

Height: 5’ 11"

Weight: 200 lbs

Relationships:

Family: Unnamed mother, Unnamed father, Unnamed younger sister, Unnamed younger brother, Unnamed younger brother, Unnamed younger brother

Friends: Finn, Jake, BMO, Princess Bubblegum, Lady Rainicorn, Marceline, Simon Petrikov (Ice King), Party God, Cosmic Owl, Prismo etc.

Love Interests: None

Enemies: The Lich, GOLB etc.

Neutral: Peppermint Butler, Abracadaniel, Grand Master Wizard, Bufo etc.

Sexual Orientation: Heterosexual

Personality and Character Traits: Relaxed, Funny, Quiet, Sentimental, Curious, Intelligence, Clumsy

Powers and Abilities:

Magic Manipulation/Wizardry/Magical/Arcane/Mystic Force: He can create, shape and manipulate magic, a form of arcane power to achieve supernatural effects and mystical powers through the use of mystical practices, examples of practices include rituals, spells, potions and all their mystical forces. The practices of magic are the use of the supernatural that builds on and rules over arcane energies and rules/laws from other worlds that many used to influence their realities, he use of spells, potions, objects and various other magical powers! *Magic Skills Acquired: **Wizard Powers: They are acquired by completing various tasks and challenges, most of which are simple things most people could do without practice! **Ice Ninja: Creates ninja weapons out of ice! **Other Magic Abilities: Several!

Cosmic Manipulation: He can create, shape, absorb and manipulate cosmic forces and energies to produce almost any effect he desires, he can summon or manipulate comets, meteorites, asteroids, moons, planets, stars, nebulae, neutron stars, quasars, black holes, white holes, galaxies, antimatter and dark matter can also generate stellar winds, solar flares, cosmic storms and summon meteor showers!

Shapeshift, Appearance and Transformation: He can change his shape, size, color, density, texture, cellular composition and/or atomic composition to imitate qualities, impersonate other entities, with the ability to totally or partially change his physical appearance to take the forms of animals, objects and people!

Energy Senses: He can sense the presence of energy, be it electromagnetic (magnetic/infrared), psionic, magical, spiritual, etc. and possibly gain a detailed understanding of the energy he is detecting, including the amount/size of energy he is detecting and if it is hidden!

Immortality: He possesses immortality: an infinite lifespan, as they can never die, never grow old, never get sick, are completely self-sufficient, free from all bodily needs, and can virtually ignore any kind of physical harm!

Healing Factor: He possesses a regenerative healing factor, which means that he can quickly heal/regenerate and regain his full and optimal health/status at an extremely fast rate!

Skills and Hobbies: Drawing, Playing Video Games, Surfing, Playing Guitar, Blacksmithing, Finding Magic Artifacts, Learning New Magic Arts, Astronomy

Basic Backstory (Main): Isrrael The Cosmic Wizard Is A Wizard, Hero, Adventurer And Blacksmith Who Lives In The Center Of Wizard City, He Is A Very Powerful Wizard From What The Other Wizards Say Though He Doesn’t Call Himself “Very Powerful”, He Is A Hero And Adventurer Who Always Embarks Towards Adventure And Danger, He Is A Blacksmith Who Manufactures Weapons And Magic Objects With The Materials He Collects Throughout The Land Of Ooo And In His Travels To Other Universes, He Is A Very Skilled Surfer, He makes songs with his guitar as a hobby, he is usually very relaxed with almost any situation and is well known for it, he is usually a kind and calm person with a rather fun attitude and loves to talk about how things were before!

Basic Backstory (Others Stories And AUs): None

Complete Biography (Main): +Before the Mushroom War: centuries before the Great Mushroom War he was a normal human with a normal life he was a computer and electronic equipment repairman who sometimes went on a trip and with great curiosity about mythology and legends, one day during a trip to Europe during the One night, after seeing a meteor shower, he found a dark blue rock when he saw that it had melted in his hand. The first thing he thought was that he was hallucinating and he didn’t think about it anymore, the next day he discovered in the place there were Yesterday it was an ancient impact point of a comet a long time ago, days after returning to his home he began to experience strange things like seeing strange creatures and feeling a strange energy in all living beings but he played it down, during the beginning from the war he started doing weird things like throwing lightning bolts and flaming rocks by accident he tries to avoid that but fails sometimes! +After the Mushroom War: He now only calls himself an apocalypse fighter, he tries to live his new life with the fights against living toxic creatures and other beings, the things that now have life and face, the animals that talk and more while he lives without course and he wonders what to do with his new life now! +During the Years In The Formation Of The Land Of Ooo And Present: Over the years he tries to find a place in this new era with the other life forms that he saw as they change their shape and behavior over the years, he also began to get along with them in different ways, some still fought, others they were like his friends and others see them in a more personal way for him, he begins to be adventurous because of the excitement of the fights and also becomes a magician at one point and begins to make and sell magical items to the newly formed kingdoms of Ooo for centuries up to the present, nowadays he is covered in legends and myths about himself because of his calm and cheerful personality in almost every difficult and dangerous situation that he finds himself in front of, he is known to talk about how things were before and the supposed hidden magical ability that he has!

Complete Biography (Others Stories And AUs): None

Additional Information: +He is usually too relaxed for many things but there are exceptions such as romance, democracy and cosmic entities! +He Says A Lot About His Life Before The Great Mushroom War! +He likes to try new things that he sees! +He likes to be in empty space and seeing around the same space! +He has to be very shy about romantic aspects like flirting and/or situations like that! +He sometimes prefers to be alone with his thoughts! +He Usually Names His Moves When He Fights Like “Planetary Impact”, “Meteor Strike”, “SuperNova Explosion”, “Solar Burst Attack”, “Nebula Pulse” Or “Neutron Beams”! +He is a surfer!

Weapons and Equipment: A Magic Sword! Other Magic Items!

Disguises and Other Personalities: The Mysterious Magician: It is one of his hidden identities, he is dressed in a red robe with a yellow sun on his chest that covers a large part of his body!

Likes: Draw, Space, Magic, Music

Dislikes: Stress, Soup

Quotes: “Old neutral luck strikes again!” “Only wizards, meh!” “Another complete adventure!” “The cycle of life continues!” “Nothing Better Than The Smell Of Very Hot Metal!” “I can feel your energy since a while ago you don’t have to hide from me and also you want a weapon or armor or what?” “I’m the sanest here, that says a lot about the place!” “Well another crazy day!” “I can see your energies and I know them very well, you don’t have a hiding place for me!” “I’m a wizard not a psychic!” “Ahh Loneliness My Old Friend!” “It’s Just Stardust And Cosmic Radiation, Nothing Bad For Me!” “I’m not a big fan of democracy!” “I Can Replicate The Aspects Of The Cosmos In Me!” “That does more harm than good!” “That brings back bad memories!” “At Least You Wanted To End Up Under A Pile Of Space Rocks Show Yourself!” “Now Who Are They Summoning?” “That’s not a big deal!” “Seriously, A Democratic Vote? This is the worst idea you could have thought of!” “Relaxing can be even worse!” “Was it GOLB?”

Relationship Chart/List: Closed None

Questions: Closed

Roleplays: Closed

Dares: Closed

Headcanons: Closed

Notes: -I Show It Because I Wanted To! -I Wanted To Have Some Basic References About Him! -I Forgot That I Did It A Long Time Ago! -Links Info: https://tmblr.co/ZMgalYajVJq_4W00 o https://toyhou.se/12282590.cosmic-wizard-adventure-time- -Links Full: Tumblr, Twitter, Pixiv, Instagram and Deviantart

Isrrael The Cosmic Wizard (Adventure Time Sona) - Me Art - Me Adventure Time © Pendleton Ward/Cartoon Network

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igknightedart · 2 years

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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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bloodmoonlvr · 1 year

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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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aurasong · 3 years

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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 · 3 years

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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…”

#thiji higuri #ffxiv #higuri regalia #ffxiv a realm reborn #balmung #lalafell #endwalker #thavnair #hannish #radz at han #thavnairian #short story #dancer

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virtuosin · 4 years

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'' listen to the moon - for it knows all your secrets , for it knows your pain , for it knows you cried ''

“The moon...just as I have seen its many phases, it has seen mine.” Sona muses aloud, a strange sense of reflection taking hold of her. From the hint of somberness to her features and the way her tone shifts, it’s clear how impacted she is from the words. “Together, we have had many talks--littered with laughter and tears--ever since I was a young girl. When I fled the First Lands due to the invasion, I recalled so many restless nights on that ship. During the day, I would tend to the other children to make sure my fellow orphans were safe and taken care of...but at night, when the others slept, I felt a moment’s reprieve from that self-appointed charge.” A quiet exhale leaves her lips, and Sona is left to peer up at the sky. Eyes fall shut as she savors the gentle breeze tousling her hair, kissing at her bare shoulders. “I was still but a child, but somehow I felt that innate connection with the moon--the weight of that bond. I could feel that presence keeping me safe, steeling my heart from feelings of isolation and terror. It was a difficult journey for me, but at night...at least in the comforting light of the moon, I felt a kindness--that I had the constant of the moon up above to keep me company...so I never felt lonely on that journey, for the moon was always there with me. It never forsake me. Not even once.”

#not me thinking about Sona being such a sentimental giver-- <3 #teluminum

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jamesherondale-cordeliacarstairs · 4 years

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Then the next day he went to train with Lucie and Cordelia. Cordelia had brought with her the Carstairs’ famous sword, Cortana, which James had long wanted to admire up close. He didn’t get a chance, though, because ten minutes into their first exercise, he collapsed in a sudden spasm of unbearable pain.

The girls cried out and ran to him. He had crumpled like a puppet with its strings cut, and only the years of training he’d already put in kept him from accidentally falling onto his own blade. By the time he realized where he was and what had happened, he was on the floor.

The look on Lucie’s face as she touched his forehead did not reassure him.

“By the Angel,” she exclaimed, “you’re burning up.”

Cordelia was already racing toward the door, calling, “Mâmân!” in alarm. Her image wavered and faded as James closed his eyes.

Scalding fever, Sona and Elias declared. They’d seen it before. It was a disease unique to Shadowhunters. Most got it as infants, when it was very mild. Once it passed, you could never catch it again. Before James was even up from the floor of the training room, Sona was barking orders, her heavy skirts gripped in both hands. James was carried to his bedroom, Lucie dragged away to her own quarters, and messages dispatched to Will and Tessa, and the Silent Brothers.

Feverish, James lay in his bed and watched the light fade outside. As the night came on, he began to shiver. He wrapped himself in all the blankets available but shook like a leaf. He waited for the Silent Brothers to come—until they had checked him, nobody else could be in the room.

It was Brother Enoch who came, not Uncle Jem, to James’s disappointment. Yes, it is almost certainly scalding fever,he said. Everyone who has not had it before will need to depart the house. I will go to tell them.

Lucie had not had it before. James didn’t know about anyone else. He waited a long time for Enoch to come back, but he must have fallen asleep, because all of a sudden there was morning light casting silvery stripes on the wall, and the sound of a door, and footsteps, and then Cordelia was there.

James rarely saw Cordelia without Lucie. This was not how he would have chosen to present himself for one of their rare moments alone. He was half under his covers, shifting around restlessly, unable to get comfortable. His face was flushed with fever and his nightshirt clung to him, wet with sweat.

He took a breath to speak and broke into a pained cough. “Water?”

Cordelia hurried to pour him a glass from the carafe on the nightstand. She tried to press it into his hand, but he couldn’t grip it. She slid her hand behind his neck, warm against his skin, supporting him as she held the glass to his lips.

He flopped back on the pillows, his eyes closed. “Please tell me you’ve had scalding fever before.”

“Yes. My mother has too,” she said. “And the mundane servants are immune. Everyone else has gone. You should have some more water.”

“Is that the treatment?”

“No,” said Cordelia, “the treatment is a grayish concoction made by Brother Enoch, and I suggest you hold your nose when you try to get it down. It will help with the fever, but apparently there’s nothing else for it but time. I brought books,” she added. “They’re over on top of the chest of drawers. I… I could read to you.”

James flinched at the light but forced himself to look at Cordelia. Tendrils of her deep red hair curled against her cheekbones. They reminded him of the curlicues cut into the surface of his Uncle Jem’s beautiful violin.

He flicked his eyes over to the chest of drawers where, indeed, a surprisingly tall pile of books rested that had not been there before. She gave an apologetic smile. “I wasn’t sure what you might like, so I just took things from all over the house. There’s a copy of A Tale of Two Cities with the second half missing, so maybe it’s only a tale of one city. And a collection of poetry by Byron, but it’s a bit nibbled around the edges, I think by mice, so it might be theirs. Otherwise it’s Persian literature. There aren’t even Shadowhunter books around. Oh, except one copy of a book on demons. I think it’s called Demons, Demons, Demons.”

James let his eyes close again but allowed himself a smile. “I’ve read that one,” he said. “My father is a great admirer of it. You probably don’t even have the newest version, which adds a fourth ‘Demons.’ ”

“As ever, the London Institute’s library puts ours to shame,” said Cordelia, and then Sona came in and stopped short, surprised to see her.

“Cordelia,” she said with what James hoped was mock surprise. “Really? Alone in a boy’s bedroom?”

“Mâmân, he can barely sit up, and I am a trained warrior who wields a mythical sword.”

“Mmm,” said Sona, and waved her out. She descended on James with, she explained, her own remedies from home: pastes and poultices of frankincense, of marigold and haoma.

“I’d like it,” James said, “if Cordelia would come back and read to me later. If she wants to.”

“Mmm,” said Sona again, dabbing his brow with a compress.

Cordelia did come back, and she did read to James. And then she returned again and read again, and again. He was too fevered to track the passage of time. Sometimes it was dark outside and sometimes light. When he was awake, he ate what he could, and drank a little water, and forced down some of Enoch’s loathsome potion. Sometimes his fever would break for a time, and then he would grow overwarm and sweat through his clothes; sometimes it was as though a bitter cold wind tore through his body and no number of blankets or logs in the fireplace would help. Through it all was Cordelia, quietly reading, occasionally reaching out to wipe his brow or refill his water glass.

She read him the poems of Nizami, and especially the story of Layla and Majnun, one she clearly loved and had known since she was very small. Her cheeks grew unexpectedly red at the more romantic parts: the poor boy falling in love with the beautiful Layla on first sight, wandering mad in the desert when they were separated.

“ ‘ That heart’s delight, one single glance his nerves to frenzy wrought, one single glance bewildered every thought. He gazed upon her, and as he gazed, love conquered both. They never dreamed to part.’ ”

She glanced at James and then quickly glanced away. James started. Had he been staring? He was not entirely aware of his own behavior.

“ ‘ The killing witchery that lies, in her black, delicious eyes. And when her cheek the moon revealed, a thousand hearts were won: no pride, no shield, could check her power. Layla, she was called.’ ”

“Layla,” he murmured to himself, but he didn’t think Cordelia had heard. He closed his eyes.

Only once—that he knew of—did he tumble into the shadow realm. He was awake, shaking with fever, his hair matted to his head with cold sweat, agitated. He saw Cordelia’s eyes widen in alarm as the change came over him. She leaped to her feet and he thought, She means to go for help; she is frightened, frightened of me.

He reached for her, and the shadow that was his hand caught hers, darkness against flesh. He wondered how his touch felt to her. His whole body was tensed, like a horse shying from thunder. The room smelled of lightning.

“James, you must hold on. You must. Don’t go anywhere,” Cordelia said. “Stay with me.”

“So cold,” he managed to add, shaking. “Can’t get warm. Can’t ever get warm.”

In his body, he would have squinted his eyes shut, trying to still his trembling. As a shadow, it was as though his eyes were open wide and he could do nothing to close them. He saw Cordelia cast about the room for something, anything to help. It was no use, he knew; the fire was already roaring, he was already wrapped in blankets, there was a hot-water bottle at his feet. Nevertheless, a bitter, raw wind tore through him.

Cordelia made a noise of frustration, then furrowed her brow in determination. The thought drifted through James’s mind, far behind the endless howling wind, that she looked beautiful. It was not the thought he might have chosen, and he did not have time to think about it now.

But then Cordelia carefully laid herself down on the bed next to him. He was under mountains of blankets and she was atop them, of course. But her presence began to force back the cold. Instead of feeling the agony of being whipped raw by ice, his awareness turned to the length of her body, warm and solid, all along his own. Through the many layers between them he could still feel her pressed against his side: her leg shifting into a comfortable position, her hip against his. He was looking up at the ceiling and she was on her side, but her face was very close. Her hair smelled like jasmine and woodsmoke. She put her arm over his chest and pulled herself as close as she could.

It took a strenuous effort, but he turned his head to the side, to look at her. He found her eyes open, luminous and deep, gazing at him. Her breathing was very steady.

“ ‘ I sought not fire, yet is my heart all flame. Layla, this love is not of earth.’ ”

He shuddered and felt himself come back to this world fully, felt his body return to the space he occupied. Cordelia didn’t take her eyes off him, but she released her lower lip from between her teeth, her body slackening in relief.

James was still cold, but not nearly as cold as he had been. Cordelia reached up and pushed a lock of his hair out of his eyes. He shuddered again, but not because of cold, and let his eyes close, and when he awoke again it was morning, and she was gone.

It was only another day or so before James’s fever broke for good. And only another day after that, Brother Enoch deemed him no longer contagious and his parents arrived with Lucie. And then he was well enough to get up, and then he was leaving Cirenworth for Idris and the familiar comforts of Herondale Manor. The weather there, his father reported, was fine.

Once he was out of bed, James and Cordelia returned to their ordinary, cordial way. Neither of them mentioned the time they had shared during James’s illness. No doubt, James thought, Cordelia had simply cared for him with the kindness and generosity she showed to everyone she liked. They did not embrace when they said goodbye. (Lucie clung to Cordelia like a limpet, despite Cordelia’s reassurances that she and her family would be at Herondale Manor themselves later that same summer.) As he stepped into the Portal, James waved to Cordelia, and she, amicably, waved back.

In the night, for a long time to come, James thought of jasmine and woodsmoke, the press of her arm, fathomless dark eyes gazing into his.

“ ‘ The secret path he eager chose, where Layla’s distant mansion rose; he kissed the door. A thousand wings increased his pace, whence, his fond devotions paid, a thousand thorns his course delayed. No rest he found by day or night—Layla, forever, in his sight.’ ”

❌SPOILER ALERT❌

DAYS PAST:CIRENWORTH HALL,1900

That F*CKING BRACLET HAS DONE SOME THING TO MAKE JAMES HERONDALE FORGET THIS😡😡😡😡🤬🤬🤬🤬🤬🤬

#the last hours #chain of gold #shadowhunters #cassandra clare #james herondale #jordelia #cordelia carstairs #lucie herondale #tsc #love #i love them #❤❤❤

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rosywrites · 5 years

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Silent Waves, Chapter 2

Title: Silent Waves (Siren Sona x Bounty Hunter/Pirate Jhin AU) Chapter 2: Driven to the Brink Fandom: League of Legends Ship: Jhin x Sona

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Word count: 4,623

Eyelids flutter open to the moonlight shining through the porthole. The light bounces off the water of the tank, almost as if it's dancing to the sway of the ship. Seeing the moon provides some comfort, if any at all. At least this was better than being damned to rot in the bottom of the ship.

Sona doesn't sigh her woes away, rather admiring the moon for her beauty. Sirens of her kind, despite being native to the dark, have an appreciation of light and warmth. She would often swim up to the surface near caves to sunbathe by the rocks.

A stream of bubbles floats from her lips, not yet a sigh. Being captive was, obviously, quite restricting. Along with the porthole her only means of sight of the outside world, there was nothing else to do. All she did was sit on the sand and rock placed in her tank while glaring at the captain that took her instrument hostage.

Watching him try to figure out how to make her instrument produce a sound was endless entertainment for her. Though he kept a straight face in her presence, she could hear the tones of frustration and irritation in his words.

Her hand touches glass as she tries to reach for the moon. Despite the night sky being her only solace, she smiles, for she feels at home even in this moment.

“Frustrating not being able to escape, isn’t it?” a voice suddenly says in the dark.

Sona fights the urge to roll her eyes and turns to the voice. She sees the captain’s figure looming over his bed and pulling back his sleeves to his elbows. He turns his head slightly to see if Sona has reacted, but there’s nothing from her. Not a single sound.

What else did he expect?

Jhin stands still for another moment before trudging over to her tank with a chair. He sits with his leg over the other and stares at Sona.

To her, this is rather odd. Her brows irritatedly furrow in question, wondering what he plans to get out of this. Instead of being unnerved, she’s just confused. Just what is this man thinking?

“For a siren, you’re quiet. A peculiar trait.”

She raises a brow, further confused on where this is leading to.

“I’ve read books on creatures of the sea. Several of them,” he starts. “But I have yet to read about a siren that never speaks or sings.” He leans forward, perching his chin atop his crossed hands, curious. “Not to mention, you carry an instrument. There’s no speculation of sirens using instruments in these books.”

Sona blinks. She doesn’t give an answer. It’s not like she can, anyway. She mirrors Jhin’s pose, her tail bending to the side, and stares back. She feigns interest, but her eyes are clearly mocking him. How far is he willing to talk in the face of mockery, she wonders.

Jhin knows she’s mocking him. It’s always the same, every time he interacts with her. She’s constantly provoking him at every opportunity, but he knows the moment he opens that tank (even to kill her), he would lose. He may have a gun, though not Whisper, but creatures of the sea can be faster. The siren would surely claw his neck easily.

“Don’t you have other tricks up your sleeve?” he asks. “The mockery is tedious, and it gets us nowhere.”

She releases a stream of bubbles towards him in response and shrugs. There’s nothing else she can do without her instrument. Silence is her best weapon right now, and gods forbid she doesn’t use it to its full potential. If even sirens can’t withstand a long period of silence, what about humans?

A sigh escapes Jhin, a sign of frustration. He shakes his head. “What’s the use talking to a mute siren?” he mutters to himself. “As if I should have expected anything more.”

Hearing his words, Sona smiles smugly. That’s right. He wasn’t going to get anything from her.

“You’re being moved to the cargo hold tomorrow,” Jhin states aloud as he looks back up. “I can’t keep you here forever, and I’m sure you’d appreciate the bigger space.” He leans back in his chair and purses his lips. “Though it’s much darker and lonelier down there,” he says with a small chuckle at the end.

Her eyes perk up at the words. She tilts her head in curiosity. The ‘cargo hold’? She had never heard of that before. But if the space was bigger, and darker, it would certainly make planning her escape much easier than being trapped in such a small tank in the corner of his room.

“If you think you’ll be able to escape while we’re moving you, don’t get so ahead of yourself,” Jhin says. “You’ll still be trapped inside the tank before we open the lid to transfer you to the other one. Just so I won’t lose any hands, physically and figuratively.” He holds up his hand, where Sona had scratched during their first encounter. The wound appears healed, now a scar in its place. “You’ve made quite the ruckus that day.”

Sona’s smirk grows wider. He deserved it anyway.

After a moment of silence, Jhin stands up and approaches her tank. He relishes in her expression suddenly changing to suspicion. “It’s unfortunate Whisper is still out of commission. I would have loved to carve your skin like a statue and use your scales as decoration. It would’ve been a fantastic piece of art.” He turns around and walks towards his bed.

A chill runs down Sona’s spine. She doesn’t doubt Jhin would have done that to her, had she not ruined his gun. Fear catches at her throat and almost freezes her in place, but she forces it down. She can’t show fear. Her gaze hardens at Jhin’s sleeping figure.

It feels like an eternity waiting for Jhin fall asleep completely, but once she recognizes the steady rising and falling of his shoulders, she gets to examining her tank. She descends down to the rock she perches on and places her hands on the sides.

Removing the rock from its spot reveals a pit, where she dug at it at any chance she had to get to the bottom of the tank. There had to be rocks or just anything she can use as a weapon. Her efforts prove to be fruitless, as there were only pebbles and pieces of kelp inside. Disappointed, Sona swims up to the top of the tank and observes the latch.

She doesn’t recognize the mechanism of the latch, but that doesn’t stop her. She flattens her palms against the glass and slightly shakes the lid of the tank. She hears a strange rattling sound coming from the latch. It’s loose? She pauses to check on Jhin, who’s still soundly asleep. She nods to herself and keeps shaking the lid, and for a moment, she feels the lid shift aside. She huffs and tries again. She hears the click of a nail head that fell out of the hinge.

Sona takes a breath and gently presses a hand against the lid, lifting it up just enough to be able to peer outside it. She lowers the lid quietly.

This is it.

Tomorrow is a chance for her to escape.

And if she fails, she can at least try to take her instrument back from him.

---

She watches the other men stride into Jhin’s room with a cart. She hisses at them when they approach, and they step back in hesitance. But the commands of their captain forces them to overcome their fear and move her tank onto the cart. Though faint and masked by sounds of glass hitting metal, the sound of a loose nail clatters on the wooden floor. She shoots Jhin one last glare before they roll her out of his room.

She’s rolled through hallways until they reach a flight of stairs. Needless to say, the men have a hard time bringing her down, especially since she uses all her might to throw them off balance by swimming into the glass in different directions.

Jhin observes their struggle from behind. While he’s somewhat entertained by how much of a hard time she’s giving his men, he becomes a little impatient by how long it takes them to take her down a flight of stairs. He sighs. “Two of you hold the tank while we go. We’re close to the hold.”

“Yes, captain.” Two of the men who were standing in front of him move to the sides of the cart to hold the tank still while they move up the stairs.

The siren doesn’t do anything more to cause any more chaos. But her eyes are fixated on Jhin with a mysteriously knowing look. He can’t tell what she’s thinking, but her stare continues to unnerve him.

Once they arrive to the cargo hold, Sona sees an iron gate in the middle of the deck. More of his men are outside holding it open while a lift awaits them. Realization hits her. She will be living in a bigger tank in a place she can’t escape from . It’s not like she knows how to work machinery, or if she can even move it to where she needs it to be. She starts slamming against the glass with even greater intensity. The lid is still unlocked. If she can tilt it just enough…

A gunshot suddenly freezes her in place, the sound ringing in her ears like a high-pitched squeal. She covers her ears in pain, but then she sees it. A white graze against the glass, barely deep enough so that the glass doesn’t break. Her eyes widen in fear. The bullet grazed her tank right where her throat could have been.

He really could have killed her.

Jhin smiles cruelly at her reaction. Though his gun isn’t as perfect as Whisper, it does the job. He approaches the tank and lowers himself to her level with a triumphant spark in his eye. “When I said you’d be an excellent addition to the crew, I meant it. Whether you’re dead or alive. But keeping you alive has more perks than having you dead.”

Sona keeps her eyes on his. As if she would back down with one little murder attempt. Her furrowed brows suddenly smooth over that she appears expressionless, but it’s there. A scheming intent in her eyes that only Jhin can catch.

Just what is this siren thinking?

They move her onto the lift and descend into the hold. As Sona turns, she spots the tank placed nicely in the middle of the hold, just underneath the gate. Looking around, she doesn’t see any other ways of escape. Piles of crates and barrels surround her, hiding any doors or hatchways, if there are any at all.

She’s trapped for good.

She was doomed to fail from the beginning.

The siren is silent, almost too silent. She’s just floating in her tank as the sailors use the lift to carry her up to the top. The only movement within is her wispy hair moving about. Strands of her hair cover her already lowered head. Her head slightly moves up when the lift comes to a stop. The sailors lower her tank onto the glass and attempt to remove the lid.

Jhin suspects something. For the siren to give up before being dropped into the new tank, it’s too sudden.

“Hm?” one of the men hums questioningly. “The hinge is loose.”

As the man is about to grab the hinge, the glass lid of Sona’s tank shoots out, a blurred figure of blue and sea green following after. It’s only for a moment, and it’s more than enough.

Sona bursts out of the tank right above the sailors and right at Jhin’s eye level.

It happens all too quickly.

Jhin feels a hand clasp around his collar and pull him towards the tank.

His feet lose balance.

At first, his sight is dark and soon opens to a blurry blue.

There’s a constant pull at his body now, and he can faintly hear his men create a ruckus. He releases a breath of air in the form of bubbles.

He struggles, and struggles, and struggles. His feet kick at nothing in the water while his hands grab at his collar to prevent choking.

But he can’t break free.

He feels his lungs filling up with water.

Another splash of water comes from above. There’s another pull at his arm now, and he hears someone yell for him. He then hears a sound like thunder and sees wisps of red in the water. He feels himself sinking for a moment before a hand grabs for him again and pulls him out of the water.

He’s carried to the lift, where he hurls up all the water he swallowed. His lungs and nostrils flare with searing pain as he coughs violently. He wheezes as he whirls around to see Sona curled up in the water and bleeding from her arm.

She tried to drown him.

She tried to kill him.

It takes him all his self-control to not kill her that instant. He has to stop every muscle in his body not to reach for his gun and shoot her down for good. His eyes meet hers, and in that moment, both of them well up with a desperate rage they know they can’t unleash.

“Lock the tank,” Jhin spits. “And make sure she can’t ever get out.”

She failed. As Sona watches the sailors take Jhin back up to the deck, her face contorts in pain as she sinks to the bottom of the tank.

---

Jhin sits in his room, staring out the porthole from his chair. In three days, they will arrive at Piltover, where the ship will be docked while replenishing supplies. Despite knowing he will finally have his gun fixed, he doesn’t feel any satisfaction or anticipation of his arrival there. After all, he feels like he hasn’t even made a dent in the siren’s will yet. He feels he hasn’t gone anywhere.

The incident a few days ago still weighs heavily on his mind. He tips his glass of whiskey in his hand and takes a sip, the liquid burning hot in his throat.

A loose hinge.

He sighs as his hand tightens around his glass for a moment before relaxing his grip. He sets the glass on the table and stands up from his seat. The corner in which the siren’s tank was placed is now empty, only a small space left that still reminds him of her presence on the ship. He approaches the corner, his eyes immediately spotting the nail by the foot of a dresser. He picks it up.

When did she shake it loose? How did he not notice when they rolled her out that morning? He was there to ensure nothing went wrong too.

Yet, this one tiny nail was the only oversight that allowed her to nearly kill him.

His hand starts to shake. With a growl, Jhin thrusts the nail into the wall as he slams his fist against it. Her will to remain quiet, her indifference to his actions… her mocking eyes … they were insufferable. He turns his head back to the table, where the siren’s gold instrument stands like a trophy.

The instrument that failed to produce a sound, no matter what he did. Just like her . The siren’s smug grin surfaces to his mind, and he feels something snap.

The sound of thunder echoes from his room, and it reverberates all the way to the cargo hold, where Sona sleeps. Her eyes snap open, and she bursts up from the sand. She winces at the pain in her shoulder, but she hears the sound of dissonance with that thunder. An all-too-familiar dissonance.

It doesn’t take long until she hears a door slam open in the cargo hold, and it’s not the iron gate above her tank.

“What… did your instrument do to me?” she hears a voice murmur, as if in pain.

She sees a figure stumble through the darkness. Her eyes squint to focus on the figure. She presses her face against the glass, but it’s not until the figure is a few feet away that she realizes it’s the captain. He has injuries resembling that of blade wounds. And on a ship full of guns, the only thing that could create injuries like that is…

“What have you done to me?!” Jhin exclaims, holding her instrument in his hand as he staggers against the glass. He slides down the tank, gripping his abdomen, his white blouse stained red with his own blood.

Sona’s eyes widen as she sinks down to Jhin’s level. She bangs her hands against the glass to elicit a response from him, but he isn’t moving. She panics. Her instrument attacked him. She bangs the glass again. She hears him groan in pain. He’s still alive.

“Just… what… are you?” he wheezes.

The wound doesn’t seem deep from what she sees, but he’s injured at a vital place. She knocks on the glass to get his attention. When he looks up at her, she points at her instrument. She gestures at him to give it to her.

He only chuckles. “Now why would I do that? I won’t give in to your little game, siren ,” he hisses.

Sona gives him a stern look, an expression different from the glares and looks of indifference she’s always given him. She keeps gesturing at him to give her the instrument. She throws up her hands in frustration and places her hands at her abdomen, then carrying her hand away. She then firmly points at her instrument.

“Are you… trying to say you can… do something about this?” he asks between breaths. Seeing her nod insistently, he sighs. “Even… if you can… I doubt I can make it up there.” His words trail off as he falls unconscious.

She gasps when he doesn’t move anymore. No! She balls up her hands and knocks against the glass with full strength. Anything to catch any of his men’s attention. Anything. They must have heard the gunshot from earlier. Sooner or later, they have to come looking for him.

And sure enough, one of the men who was standing guard at the deck comes running into the cargo hold. She assumes he had checked the captain’s room and followed the trail of blood. She hurriedly ushers him over to Jhin’s location, pointing at the wound on his abdomen.

“What the…? Captain!” the sailor calls out, trying to shake him awake. “What did you do?” he asks the siren.

Sona sighs in frustration. She points at the instrument and gestures at the sailor to give it to her. Please, I need it , she tries to mouth her words. But her words are overpowered by the commotion of the other sailors who barge into the cargo hold to find Jhin slumped against her tank. She helplessly watches them carry him away back to his room. Their words begin to blend together to the point they’re just unrecognizable muffled sounds to her.

Please. All she needs is her instrument. Her precious, beloved etwahl.

No one can hear her. No one can understand her.

A burst of bubbles floats to the top of this prison, nothing but silence coming from within.

---

“Fortunately, the wounds weren’t very deep, captain. You’ve already recovered from most of the injuries. Though, the one on your abdomen may take a little longer.”

“I figured as much. Very well. You are dismissed.” Jhin stands up, puts on his coat and mask, and walks past the medic.

“Where are you going, sir? We’ll be arriving in Piltover within half an hour.”

Jhin stops before his door, staying still for a moment before turning back. “The siren has answers I need.”

“But sir—” The medic suddenly yelps as the barrel of a gun is pointed at his head.

“Do not interfere with my personal matters. It is of no concern to you.”

“Y-yes, captain.”

“Dismissed,” Jhin repeats once more. He fastens the golden instrument on his belt before he heads out to the cargo hold. But when he arrives at the door of the hold, he freezes in place. His eyes glance at the instrument. Absolutely no signs of distress or even a dent, as if it’s still in mint condition. He suddenly remembers the look of panic the siren had last night when she saw his wounds.

Why did she look like that, he wondered. She had tried to kill him a few days before, did she not?

He sighs and shakes his head of the numerous questions that follow. He enters the hold and spots the siren perched on one of the rocks in the tank, looking up at the sky past the gate, in longing. The sun is shining upon her, her scales shimmering like the ocean itself. She suddenly turns her head towards him, which almost takes him aback, considering he went inside as quietly as possible. For a moment, he swears he saw her sigh in relief.

Sona watches him approach the tank, and she spots her etwahl in his hand. Her eyes perk up in surprise.

“We’ll be arriving to Zaun soon,” Jhin starts, “I won’t have the time to sit down for a cup of tea yet, but I have questions I know only you can answer.” He can’t help but chuckle bitterly. “I doubt you’d actually tell me, given our… interactions… so far.” She shoots him a matter-of-factly look. “That’s why I’ve come here to make a deal,” he states as he holds up her etwahl.

She raises a brow in curiosity. She slowly swims over to the glass with her arms crossed.

“If you can answer my questions, I will give you your instrument back.” Though, depending on her answer, he could just end up killing her himself. “Is that sufficient?”

Sona takes a moment to think. What kind of questions would he even ask her? It’s not like she can answer him properly. She tries to gesture to him of her freedom.

“Answering my simple questions all for your freedom? Don’t be absurd, siren. I don’t plan to free you until you’ve exhausted your use to me.”

An attempt was made, at least. Though irritated at his last sentence, she accepts the deal. But in exchange, he must only ask her questions that she can answer through nodding or shaking her head. He wonders if she thinks this is just a game to her, but he accepts anyway.

The ship rocks to a stop, the sailors above the gate rushing to keep the ship in port. “All hands on deck!” one shouts. The ship is now much louder than it usually is, and Sona can hear several voices that don’t belong to any of the captain’s men.

“Ah, we’ve arrived,” Jhin says. “Perfect timing.” His men come into the cargo hold with a large tarp, bewildering Sona as they rush to cover her tank. “We wouldn’t want anyone stealing you while I’m gone. The people here—rather, the people below Piltover—are rather… interesting people. If they spot you, you may end up in a worse position than you are now. We can’t have that now, can we?”

Sona frowns in annoyance.

“It’s too bad. Even if you somehow escaped while I’m gone, the toxins in the water would probably kill you before you even swim out of region limits.”

She’s aware. Piltover and Zaun are known as a major source of danger for all merfolks, after all. The toxins would seep into their skin so slowly that they wouldn’t notice until it’s too late. Those who survive become so malformed both physically and mentally that they wouldn’t be considered a merfolk anymore.

“Why don’t we fulfill that little deal of ours once I’m back, yes?”

Sona huffs out an acknowledging stream of bubbles in response.

They were both reaching for scraps at this point.

They were tired of these mind games.

They just want anything, anything to keep their sanity at bay.

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RiverClan Poetry

O thlain lun, li mir, Hiilua sona hsh, Lon et bair.

Lao thua hiil ish Lantel rii din Ailon astish.

Hraketeth onin. Prei shah huriin et aulmir. Aush lun fain et sonin.

IPA (Approximate)

oʊ θleɪn lun li mɪər hi.lu.ʌ soʊ.nʌ hɪʃ lən ɛt beɪ.jɪər

laʊ θu.ʌ hil ɪʃ lɒn.tɛl ri dɪn aɪlɒn ɑs.tɪʃ

hra.kɛ.tɛθ oʊ.nɪn preɪ ʃa hu.rin ɛt aʊl.mɪər aʊʃ lun feɪn ɛt soʊ.nɪn

Translation

O countless stars, long before my Clan, The sky was darkness, Empty and cold.

Unable to see the blue river Without the moon’s light Upon its water.

We remember those nights. Thus we watch the north and south. We rise and set with the stars.

I’ve been wanting to write a poem in Felidae for a while now, it’s just taken a while to try and reverse-engineer the grammar and try to sneak in new vocab but shhh. The IPA is my best guess after looking at the literalized pronunciations on the lexicon page. In order to make any new vocab feel natural, I looked at the canon words and created a plausible phonetic inventory, then analyzed the phonology to create a list of phonotactic constraints (what sounds are “illegal” within the context of the language).

Here’s the list of rules I adhered to while translating:

Definite/Indefinite articles and demonstratives, much like pronouns, are represented by the physical aspect of Felidae (hence why they’re not translated - they don’t have verbal counterparts).

Since Felidae doesn’t appear to have a case system, O is used as a vocative particle, same as English. (Helps to eliminate ambiguity when addressing someone.)

We haven’t seen any conjugations of verbs for tense, mood, or aspect, so we can infer that Felidae is an analytic language with either minimal or diminished inflection (plural suffixes, et cetera). Verbs aren’t marked for tense, so it can be assumed that Felidae indicates aspect through expressions of time much like Chinese. (Placing li “long ago/before” in front of/near sona changes it from present indicative “is” to past indicative “was.”)

Polarity (affirmation and negation) is assumed affirmative by default. To make something negative, Felidae relies on negatives particles and words. In this case, lao “not,” when placed before thua “to see,” creates a semantic change. Instead of being “not to see,” it becomes “[unable] to see.”

The possessive is achieved through body language and word order. In this case, rii, when placed in front, modifies din “light.” Ergo, “moon’s light.” Interestingly, if a cat were to say rii din, but omit the physical gesture, it becomes genitive (light of the moon) instead of possessive.

I wanted to have enough vocab to create rhyming stanzas. This left me with the choices of 1.) morphological derivation, 2.) determining roots, or 3.) throwing words at a wall to see what stuck. I went for 2 and 3.

ailon (eye-lon): Upon; above or on top of (figuratively). astish (ahs-tish): Water. I tried to keep it consistent with the other water-based vocab by preserving the voiceless post-alveolar fricative [ʃ], here written as ⟨sh⟩. aush (owsh): With. din (din): Light. fain (fayn): To rise; to get up. hraketeth (hrah-keh-teth): To remember; to recall. lantel (lahn-tel): Without. Lantel (without) is treated as a separate root from aush (with). lao (lao): Not; when paired with verbs and the appropriate physical gesture, can translate as “unable to [verb].” on (ohn): Night. Plural, onin (on + -in). prei (pray): Thus; and so. rii (ree): The moon; the Leopard’s Eye. Derived from riin (a moon cycle). shah (shah): To turn; to follow. Can also mean to regard or to watch. sonin (soh-nin): To set; to move in a downward motion.

I know that the traditional RiverClan poem likes to express love or devotion to the subject matter, which is why I thought this poem would be interesting if it deviated slightly. In this case, the speaker is professing gratitude for the presence of light (their ancestors, Suriin’s Eye), something which gives them the ability to experience the world through one of their five senses (sight). The speaker figuratively remembers a time when the Clans weren’t blessed with moon- and starlight, and they’re not hasty to take it for granted. There’s also a solemn note to the end of the poem; a promise or a vow to commemorate the holy light bestowed upon them by their ancestors and the gods, lest they return to the darkness from which they came. I like to think this poem is somewhat older (c.a. Second Age) due to its more spiritual subject matter, hence why it clashes a bit with modern poems. But that’s also why it’s managed to stick around for so long - the other Clans might not get RiverClan’s

obsession

devotion to art, water polo, and sushi, but everyone can relate to this poem on some level. Even ShadowClan likes this one because it has that ever-so-important religious devotion that they strive to embody. If any poem gets recited at a Gathering, chances are it’ll be this one. I hope it’s okay that I did this, since I know that my commentary on Felidae potentially goes against the lore you’ve established for the Redux. Hopefully you like it?

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