#phobos ic

[lightcreators]

@rosa-geminae continue from here

The past few days Francis was plagued by an irritating cough; more so when it flared up at random times, especially in front of guests. Merely a tickling at the back of his throat, so he didn’t really think too deeply that it could’ve been a serious issue.

“I’m alright. Truly. Just a passing col-“, another cough ripped through Francis, and he took out a handkerchief. This time, the coughing lasted longer than the first one, and with every breath pulled from him, a sharp agony filled his chest.

“A doctor. . .”, Francis managed to splutter out to Trancy, doubling over as the pain increased, “Call for a doctor! Q-Quickly!!!”

All these weeks he had passed along his deadly curse never truly had been forgotten. Sometimes, he wished told himself he had been at his lowest, as he had been slowly dying within an complete impossibility as time moved on to do simplest of gesture … and yet aftermatch had been even more harsh emotionally. Even now, returning inside the noblesse society, focusing mostly on friends since he wasn't in state for keep up his 'status' in public space, he had been unable to exposing same brightness as he had before. Or even managing to function normally if his obsession for Phantomhive wasn't fed in one way or another ! Only, Phantomhive had been the one imposing distance for their mutual mental benefits, since he hadn't an obligatory reason to settled down within the Phantomhive manor and main concerned KNEW if he could grab an opportunity to settling down again, he might never again leave Phantomhive side whatever how many business he must have. On his defense, he preferred deal with the Queen's Watchdog than having to assume his underground responsabilities as Spider, especially when it incluced deal with Philip Butler. Phantomhive can't save him of the guy regardless disapproval, and he needed Butler approval anyways.

Hence, as much he was searching pushed away all the time he had been 'sick', he had an complete impossibility to deal correctly with sickness on his side. It was just triggering everything he had survived. It was no one fault. Afterwards some dreadful agonies that came randomly, he remained always scared, for some obscure reason, his damaged soul ended up to simply broke for handle nothing of the outside world … Appareances will came for later. Illusions will came for later. As he coughed, he was searching to be reassuring, as his expression decomposed in front of the agony sound he heard. There was a nod. Though, currently, he was frozen. Did he called a doctor before ? Did he even perceving Phantomhive calling one before ? Ah, these memories issues were terrible. Since he couldn't losing time in middle of his complete dissociation of the moment, he rushed for asking some glass of water to give Francis … and decided to ask an servant going around for a doctor. Yes, last thing to do concerning him was for a doctor to want to see him and note the disastrous state in which he was. Maybe whoever was coming might notice with his sad expression that something was wrong, but he didn't have to talk about it, right ? ❝ He will come. How did you catch a cold? I don't even remember any bad weather recently. ❞ He noted.

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"Daaaaamnnn, Blazkowicz. What's your great gramps made of, being able to survive with three other people... And a jar??? Who sent a jar to this?"

"Beats me, Colonel. But all I know is that it runs in the blood."

"...I'm still pissed that he took me out though. The fuck that was for, who knows."

"Beats dying to a jar of all things early game though. That put a smile on my face seeing Davoth on his way out."

[wishfxljikan]

[ “ Just finished my christmas list, I can’t wait...  So... $1,000,000 of cash, a boyfriend... the souls of those who have made my life hell this year, another boyfriend (I have two hands...), money... “ ]

[ Orion mother of Arceus we need to talk about this. ]

[doldilic]

I love Ice acream.... I LOVE ITTTTTT

[theimperialdominance]

I think capybaras are very cute.

[nnctales]

Unveiling the Enigmatic Martian Structures: Clues to the Red Planet's Past

Introduction The Martian landscape has long captivated the imagination of scientists and enthusiasts alike. Among the many mysteries that Mars presents, Martian structures stand out as some of the most enigmatic and intriguing features. These structures, which range from massive volcanoes to deep canyons and ancient river valleys, hold vital clues about the Red Planet’s history and evolution. In…

[lightcreators]

Ah,  apparently,  it  had  been  premature  to  leave  previous  clinging  affection  …  In  the  moment  he  listened  that  first  sentence  escaping  Rand  lips,  slight  temptation  to  offering  another  hug  crossed  around  his  gaze,  though  it  remained  this  time  at  single  idea  germing  in  his  brain.  Previous  clear  words  exposed  as  DO  NOT  TOUCH  ME  he  had  been  expressing  quite  couple  of  minutes  prior  hadn't  been  forgotten,  where  he  had  regardless  pushed  the  crossing  line  until  he  was  pretty  much  certain  reassurance  were  on  both  side  ---  when  he  still  remained  unsure  of  the  comforting  message  inside  his  hug  did  reach  him  the  first  time.  As  much  he  was  bad-mannered  enough  for  considering  an  negative  answer  like  an  authorization  …  current  outworld  patient  his  thoughts  focused  over  an  useful  aid  making  him  reconsiderating  that  approach  since  he  cannot  force  an  metaphoric  dragon  who  forgot  Game  Master  basics  to  managing  to  do  things  right  or  searching  to  convince  him  of  something  he  didn't  have  all  realization  of  extanding  his  perspective  …  or  having  an  tutor  standing  in  front  of  his  disagreement  and  his  ambitions  he  would  take  that  negative  answer  …  besides  to  had  never  forced  Potter  to  do  something,  as  much  he  complained.  It  not  supposed  to  be  that  way,  about  that  ?  About  him  rightfully  making  him  scare  another  student  where  normal  reaction  was  to  expressing  fully  his  fear  in  front  of  his  face  ?  About  how  circumstances  from  three  years  ago  had  to  tourment  him  when  he  wanted  forget  it  ?  About  him  imagining  he  was  some  scary  presence  ?  He  had  been  deal  with  the  Dark  Lord  for  one  complete  year,  had  been  close  to  his  side,  had  been  trapped  with  the  consciousness  of  that  decay  in  middle  of  his  house,  associated  to  couple  of  wizards  in  black  scaring  on  their  own  manners  …  He  had  been  so  much  terrified  of  them  he  had  been  somewhere  grateful  he  knew  other  men  in  black,  really  horrifying,  that  little  fragment  of  underground  inside  the  physical  world,  could  giving  them  an  horrible  impression  of  that  experienced  fear.  Near  to  Philip  Butler  or  Rand  al'Thor,  he  would  feeling  safe  with  Rand  al'Thor,  without  hesitation.  Following  sentence  was  amusing  for  him.  ❝  It's  more  my  domain  than  yours  :  spread  fear.  ❞  He  simply  confessed  with  gentleness  tone fullfilled of playfulness.

He  pretty  much  had  been  clear  with  that  earlier  on  their  conversation  towards  the  Dark  One.  That  villain  could  try  to  intimidate  him  ---  he  was  going  to  torture  him  to  death.  If  he  couldn't  playing  around  with  the  corruption  of  the  One  Power  as  another  of  his  toys,  dissolving  all  the  legitimacy  of  the  Dark  One  within  his  own  hands  ---  he  could  be  the  supporting  witch  standing  there,  inviting  him  to  reconsidering  everything  and  get  dissuaded  over  every  little  piece  of  ambition  he  might  have.  Besides,  he  was  curious  about  how  much  he  could  be  far  more  scary  than  their  boss  in  front  of  poor  remnant  of  Death  Eaters.  He  was  curious  how  much  he  could  have  fun  to  showing  how  an  horrible  sadistic  he  could  be.  If  the  Ministry  wasn't  that  much  an  thorn  with him,  he  was  certain  Death  Eaters  would  tell  everything  they  knew  afterwards  had  passed  with  his  personal  care  ---  they  would  even  preferring  an  Dementor  than  him  and  possible  nice  things  he  could  do  to  them  in  remembrance  about  how  nice  and  pleasant  the  Underground  could  be.  Watching  over  Rand  eyes,  he  didn't  appreciated  the  sensation  he  had  been  understanding.  ❝  Attack  someone  would  automatically  creating  fear  on  the  victim,  that  doesn't  making  you  some  villain.  ❞  He  was  mostly  fullfilling  that  role,  nevertheless,  was  another  type  of  villain.  An  villain  who  had  never  wanted  to  be  one  (even  since  previous  timeline  where  he  had  been  forced  into  that  box  …  and  hadn't  be  flattered  to  expressing  redemption  during  that  time),  who  had  been  created  within  circumstances  because  of  other  villains  actions,  hence,  naturally,  as  a  vengeful  boy,  was  the  antagonist  of  villains  but  without  some  pleasant  hero  perspective.  No  second  chance,  no  redemption,  no  compassion  ---  just  his  pure  energy  of  destruction.  Within  despair  inside  his  friend's  eyes,  for  one  tiny  second,  there  was  an  second  understanding.  Possibly  some  misunderstanding  imposed  inside  Rand's  mind,  considering  clean  the  One  Power  would  came  with  immediate  consequences  …  but  by  the  moment  he  expressed  about  it,  he  had  an  perspective  about  how  the  One  Power  was  going  to  be.  He  needed  reassurance  over  that  point.  ❝  Magic  without  madness  concerning  the  One  Power,  it's  what  we  have  mutually  agree  …  and  if  necessary,  I  become  in  last  resort  this  madness.  ❞  One  second  of  silence  followed.  ❝  Rand.  ❞  Rarely,  he  acknowledged  someone  else  name.  Even  Potter  ---  only  sometimes  wanting  so  hardly  misnamed  him  as  Phantomhive,  but  was  totally  aware  the  poor  concerned  would  want  to  reduce  to  mush  for  unwanted  reminder.  ❝  During  the  entire  previous  year,  you  are  the  only  person  I  feel  safe  with.  Do  you  think  I'm  afraid  of  you  if  I'm  ready  to  silence  the  voice  of  the  Dark  One  directly  in  your  head?  ❞  He  won't  be  sorry  to  be  an  condescending  asshole  in  front  of  the  such  higher  spheres.  He  would  maybe  wish  the  Dark  One  will  appreciating  his  condescendance  and  sensing  the  trouble.  He  might  never  had  perceived  the  God  of  the  Underground  face  or  presence  for  the  time  being,  he  could  make  a  villain  understand  that  he  was  in  trouble  with  same energy  !

Only  time  he  truly  had  been  feeling  scared  by  Rand  had  been  seconds  three  years  ago.  Second  between  the  moment  he  had  expressed  something  who  triggered  that  aggressive  reaction,  and  the  instant  realization  his  hands  had  been  on  his  throat  …  Claude  recollections  weren't  coming  directly  from  Rand,  but  the  memory  itself.  Since  he  had  been  considering  it  had  been  the  Dark  One  move  instead  of  him,  he  couldn't  blame  the  manipulated  puppet.  ❝  I  never  had  been  an  nuisance  to  you  so  you  never  see  how  intimidating  I  can  by  moments.  ❞  Rand  had  been  spared  to  perceiving  him  tourmenting  people  just  for  his  entertainment.  Compared  to  how  single  Philip  Butler  presence  turned  him,  he  was  still  far  away  to  showing  dangerouness  by  existing  but  well  ---  in  some  manners,  he  was  around  dangerous  people.  He  preferred  supporting  them  than  be  offended  by  their  existence  ---  like  the  Dark  Lord  …  Possibly  the  Dark  One  at  some  point  if  that  entity  decided  to  annoy  him  too  much  !  ❝  I  don't  want  further  problems  on  my  list.  It's  selfish  of  me,  true,  however,  him  expressing  how  he  had  been  temporary  scared  is  enough.  ❞  Remembrances  weren't  ready  to  be  thought  again.  I  had  wanted  to  kill  you.  That  sentence,  that  reminder,  triggered  a  short  silence.  ❝  I  did  well  to  be  there  when  you  brutalized  the  other  student,  nevertheless  the  intention  was  only  mental  compared  to  how  you  showed  it  to  me.  ❞  He  didn't  wanted  to  talk  about  it,  it  was  how  that  sentence  was  expressed  inside  calmness  of  his  voice.  They  never  spoke  about  it  again,  there  was  consciousness  about  that,  when  he  checked  if  there  was  no  one  around.  ❝  Listen,  if  at  the  time,  I  had  let  you  suffer  the  immediate  consequences  of  your  action  towards  me  ---  Potter  would  surely  have  yelled  at  you  and  would  have  shown  something  very  naughty  which  would  undoubtedly  have  made  me  happy,  and  my  father  would  have  simply  killed  you  for  daring  to  hurt  his  beloved  son.  I  also  told  you  straigth  away  :  you  would  have  suffered,  you  would  have  fought  to  receive  my  forgiveness,  you  would  have  been  a  victim  of  my  anger.  What  the  Dark  One  will  suffer.  Which  you,  as  wonderful,  gentle-hearted  person  that  you  are,  absolutely  don't  deserve.  Endless  torture,  in  the  same  way  that  you  suffer  incessantly  with  awareness  of  this  power,  without  knowing  when  the  pain  will  stop,  when  consideration  will  be  taken  that  payment  has  been  made,  is  not  something  you  would  recommend  to  someone.  This  is  what  the  Dark  Lord  will  suffer.  Besides,  way  in  which  I  forgave  you,  that  I  do  not  blame  you,  is  expression  of  compassion.  This  still  bothers  you,  doesn't  it,  that  you  tried  to  kill  me  ?  ❞

He  might  refuse  to  do  therapy  for  himself  …  but  he  was  prepared  on  the  path  of  other  side.  Hence,  natural  question  concerning  his  refusal  to  having  occassion  to  heal  generated  another  particular  moment  of  thoughtfulness  and  silence,  associated  to  some  hesitation.  ❝  To  talk  about  it  would  be  to  admit  that  it  happened.  ❞  He  confessed  slowly.  ❝  I  prefer  to  drown  in  deep  denial.  I  prefer  to  tell  myself  that  nothing  happened,  that  none  of  the  horrors  that  I  suffered,  that  all  these  abuses  that  I  have  accumulated  throughout  my  life,  that  never  existed,  that  never  happened  - --  while  being  fully  aware  of  how  much  it  shattered  me.  Rewriting  my  own  reality  is  something  I  can  do  to  ease  my  conscience,  to  prevent  myself  from  facing  all  these  horrors  head  on  ---  an  additional  illusion  that  suits  me  well.  ❞  Only,  there  was  consciousness  everything  he  was  searching  to  create  was  an  complete  delusion.  He  was  aware  about  how  serious  his  emotional  state  was.  He  was  aware  of  the  truth.  Slight  moment  of  paradox,  for  seconds  he  exposed  himself,  mentally  annoyed  him.  Coincidence  of  circumstances  pushed  him  to  partially  deal  with  it  ---  because  no,  he  couldn't  lie  to  Rand.  Another  short  silence  followed,  as  his  gaze  watching  over  him,  unsure  about  what  to  tell.  It  had  been  since  he  was  fourteen  years  old  that  he  hadn't  stopped  suffering,  and  this  suffering  was  not  likely  to  go  away  suddenly.  ❝  My  actual  emotional  state  is  serious.  ❞  He  admitted  slowly.  ❝  This  has  been  the  case  for  several  years  now,  but  I  found  painkillers  while  having  fun,  trying  to  keep footing  as  I  sank  …  you  can  help  me,  I  only  warn  you  that  it  will  be  much  easier  for  me  to  do  it  with  you  than  you  with  me.  I  forget  the  taste  of  happiness.  When  I  tried  hard  to  want  to  live  believing  that  life  would  undoubtedly  spare  me  and  when  I  was  brought  back  dramatically  to  same  tragic  point,  everything  I  tried  in  vain  to  feel  legitimate  disappeared  little  by  little.  If  I  want  so  much  for  this  year  to  go  well,  it's  to  have  a  tiny  faith  in  a  right  to  feel  something  other  than  suffering.  I  can  give  you  right  to  happiness,  but  I  need  to  rediscover it.  ❞

              ˜”*°•.     It  was  difficult  to  think  about  it .  To  think  that  people  could  be  afraid  of  him  -  wasn’t  it  so  with  the  villains  ?  Weren’t  people  scared  of  the  monsters  ?  He  didn’t  want  to  become  this .  He  didn’t  want  to  be  a  person  that  people  feared ,  couldn’t  trust .  He  didn’t  want  to  end  up   being  alone  just  because  he  couldn’t  be  controlled .  ❝ It’s  not  supposed  to  be  this  way . ❞   Were  the  words  to  escape  his  lips  -  quiet ,  almost  ashamed .  ❝ I  shouldn’t  be  spreading  fear . ❞  He  was  just  a  Hogwarts  student ,  a  rather  average  student  that  used  to  hang  out  with  his  friends ,  go  for  walks ,  skip  classes .  He  was  not  the  Dark  Lord ,  he  was  not  some  big  villain .  Then  why  did  he  feel  exactly  like  that  ?    ❝ Are  you  afraid  of  me  ?  The  truth .  ❞   He  turned  his  gaze  to  the  other  -  the  despair  burning  behind  his  eyes .   They  were  going  to  clean  the  source ,  they  were  going  to  stop  this .  But  what  about  the  time  till  then  ?  What  about  the  damage   that’d  already  been  done  ?   What  about  the  life  after  Hogwarts  ?   If  there  was  simply  a  way  to  take  this  away  from  him ,  to  numb  this  One  Power  and  never  be  able  to  use  it  again .  But  the  mere  thought  hurt  him  physically.   The  mere  possibility  of  letting  it  go ,  physically  torturing  him  .  He’d  spent  years   battling  against  it ,  years  being  afraid  he  was  going  to  go  mad  ,  years  feeling  the  power  fighting  against  his  fingertips ,  what  was  he  going  to  be  without  it   ?  For  quite  honestly,  he  couldn’t  remember  himself  before  it .

❝ If  he  wants  to  tell  someone,  you  should  let  him . ❞  He  finally  said .  Sure ,  he’d  stayed  with  Draco ,  when   he’d  attacked  him ,  sure  he’d  tried  to  reassure  him .  But  was  he  even  alright  ?  Had  he  healed  or  was  this  a  burden  he  was  going  to  carry  forever  ?  He  was  done  hurting  people ,  be  it  mentally  or  physically .  So  if  Draco  or  this  boy  wanted  to  talk  about  it ,  to  inform  someone,  they  shouldn’t  be  stopped .  Tom  Riddle  had  possibly  gone  mad  trying  to  do  what  he  thought  it  was  right ;  he  was  not  going  to  become  him .  Not  when  the  more  unstable  he  got ,  the  more  powerful  he  felt  himself  growing .  ❝ I  had  wanted  to  kill  you .  And  I  wanted  to  kill  this  boy  too .  I  don’t  care  about  the  consequences .  If  he  wants  to  tell  his  parents  or  a  professor … it’s  fine . ❞  And  he  meant  it .  If  it  was  time  he  did  face  a  punishment,  then  so  be  it .  How  worse  would  it  be  than  the  guilt  he  was  already  drowning  in ?  

At  the  other’s  words ,  he  simply  nodded .  He  could  understand .  The  years  that’d passed  had  been  intense ,  unforgiving .  They’d  taken  people  with  them ,  classmates  and  professors  killed ,  it  was  expected  to  find  it  difficult  to  heal .   At  the  same  time ,  there  came  the  guilt  as  well ;  Draco’s  role  in  this  war  more  than  just  considerable .  But  it  hadn’t  been  his  fault  -  this  was  what  he  hoped  the  boy  knew .  The  fact  the  Dark  Lord  had  resided  in  his  house ,  making  it  his  haven  for  psychotic  Death  Eaters,  the  fact  they’d  forced  him  into  this  sick  game  had  not  been  his  fault .    ❝ Why  did  you  refuse ? ❞  The  therapy .  Having  someone  to  listen  to  you  was  the  greatest  gift  one  could  have  asked  for .  Having  someone  to  guide  you ,  to  support  you  was  the  greatest  sense  of  security .  So ,  why  would  he  reject  it  ?  Except  if  he  thought  he  didn’t  deserve  it ….  ❝ I  want  to  help  you .  You  are  the  last  person  that  should  be  suffering  now .  Especially  after  what  happened . ❞  Especially  after  a  summer  full  of  trials  and  uncertainty .  ❝ You  should  be  able  to  be  happy . ❞    

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@hanakokyu

Careful  footsteps  following  her.  Strategic  perspective  always  had  been  made  intellectually  ---  especially  coming  from  past  experience  with  one  God  of  the  Underground  in  which  presented  landscape  had  to  be  considered  as  an  game,  than  perception  of  an  far  sealed  island  embodiming  this  notion  barely  created  a  reaction  …  nevertheless,  rarely  an  physical  breathing  effort  had  been  made.  Besides,  coming  from  actual  circumstances,  there  was  a  need  of  having  allies  upon  his  side,  though  inside  opposite  meaning  about  how  usually  he  requested  them  usually  :  their  presence  weren't  requested  for  help  personal  ambition,  but  he  was  needed  for  allowing  an  happy  ending  showing  up  in  middle  of  circumstances.  Maybe,  managing  to  do  something  he  failed  previously,  achieiving  something  he  should  have  reacted  emotionally  a  long  time  ago  before,  would  push  him  to  coming  back  inside  one  particular  country,  met  couple  of  people  in  which  his  name  with  emotional  conflict.  Bitterness  irony  remained  yet  across  his  lips,  no  matter  how  much  he  was  looking  over  it.  It  had  been  almost  gratefully  meetings  with  demons  had  been  harshly  limited  to  stories  he  heard  of  them,  and  which  metaphoric  notion  towards  his  being  generated  silenced  frustration.  They  weren't  exactly  beings  beyond  human  realm,  in  which  consideration  could  be  perceived  with  condescendance,  in  which  gentle  observations  could  be  done,  within  awarenes  they  were  similar  as  him  as  altered  humans  turned  'immortals',  nevertheless  linked  to  another  kind  of  power  of  the  one  he  had  been  flattered  with.  Always,  there  was  research  to  spare  Kocho-san  of  tourments  of  his  mind,  though,  not  always  he  got  it.  ❝  I'll  repay  you  one  day  for  taking  the  responsibility  of  protecting  me.  ❞  He  admitted  amusingly,  not  yet  accoustumed  to  be  the  one  always  been  protected  when  he  used  himself  of  the  opposite.  ❝  Don't  worry.  I  will  follow  every  step  you  made.  ❞  He  reassured, smiling.  ❝  You're  the  one  with  experience.  ❞  He  added,  as  that  comic  sentence  had  to  be  expressed.  His  landscape  of  pratice  was  different.  He  shall  be  personal  warlock  of  demons  ---  in  an  more  dangerous  approach  than  an  hidden  and  secrete  demonic  title  that  surfaced  otherwise  inside  previous  circumstances  with  temptation  of  an asset power.

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Hey, no fair! Phobos deserves to know what people would do if he's there.

[wishfxljikan]

Three Pokemon sit upon the warmth of a campfire. Orion, a Garchomp, fixing a small injury they’d gotten from a fight with an anomaly that ended up taking the form of himself. It didn’t stand a chance—just a visual anomalous entity, Enki had put it. While it wasn’t harmful to pokemon—it was harmful to the world they had been situated in. It would be harmful to the world’s spacial stability, as Palkia would put it. While the God of Space was busy with all of the other larger anomalies around the multi-verse, Team Lustrous—hand picked specialists from different timelines.

Orion had been on the losing side to a war against Rainbow Rocket, but had escaped countless times, and his selfless heroism gained him even a wish from Jirachi. Phobos, their odd-colored, ‘shiny’ leader, was being misled into finding ways for Team Flare to counter-act the Haxorus’ ideas on keeping both people and pokemon safe from harm. And Enki, a strategist through and through, used for man-made Mega Evolution experiments and tests. None of them per say were.. happy with how they were treated by humanity.

That being said, the three of them had been working for Palkia for nearly twenty years at that point, and had helped the space deity with making sure the world’s were safe from otherwise dangerous anomalous energy and entities. But now, for the first time after a mission, Palkia had placed the three on standby, maybe to ponder on their successes, or maybe a break was in order for the trio. Silence is broken by the crackling of the flames, unbridled in its energy, Phobos is the one to break the ambience, causing Orion to look up from the finalizations of his bandaging, and Enki to un-curl their head from their neck-tuft of fluff.

[ “ Astraeus wants us in a world he and Nabu are focused on right now for the foreseeable future. “ ]

Orion perks up immediately, looking with curious intents when Phobos noted where Astraeus wanted them to go next. Sometimes he feels as if they aren’t joking when Phobos mentions that a Chosen One can speak telepathically with those they’ve been chosen by. Volcanion sure as hell doesn’t speak telepathically to him. To be fair, Orion hasn’t been chosen by anyone, just.. helped Volcanion among others escape the Rainbow Rocket facility in a last ditch effort to escape a world meant to shatter. Enki on the other hand, listens intently to what their leader has to say.

[ “ They had recently merged two timelines together, neither timeline was stable so they had thought the best idea was to merge the two together. “ ]

Phobos wanted to continue, but Orion is there to swiftly interject the situation, pretty much finishing Phobos’ statement for them.

[ / So We go to this new world, and constantly look for anomalies that could be caused by the timelines being put together? / ]

[ “ Exactly. Though, given the fact that they’re telling us to go when morning comes, something’s telling me they want us to take this at our own pace. “ ]

Enki is excited, as the Noivern had uncurled, preening his tuff of fur straight before looking at the two of them, and that made three, fully awaken, fully evolved team members of Team Lustrous, now simply rearing to go. Of course, that begged the question, just.. where were they going to be headed to? Another timeline? What would it be like? Of course, the three of them pondered, before Phobos’ telepathy had reached Astraeus, causing a portal from the skies to have opened up near the clearing of the forest the three pokemon were situated in.

[  Gather your belongings // I’ll be briefing you three in the Hall of Origin before you go // Here. ]

Astraeus pops their entire body back into the portal from whence he came, a portal opening below for the three to enter, Enki putting out the flames, while Phobos and Orion place their supplies into their satchels, straightening their scarfs, of course they were headed there as soon as possible, Enki entering first, as they didn’t really have anything on them like the other two did. Orion making sure the fire had gone cold before heading in, and finally Phobos.

Enki’s attentive gaze lies on the hallways of the halls of the pantheon. It’s been a full year since they were last year. The last time they were in here was for a mission that had them go to a world without humans, and another time a world without pokemon. They could probably guess where they were going if both Nabu and Astraeus were apart of the whole mission briefing.

As the three of them stroll through the halls, Palkia and Dialga appear in the clearing, Orion fixes his scarf, and Phobos stands up straight, not even a hitch in their breath. Enki, despite their whole idea of visiting another world, this is also partially meant as a break, anomalies will appear, that’s going to be certain. But.. there’s gotta be more to this.

[ ; Due to timeline instability // Astraeus and I have come to request you three dawn your identities as an Grandmaster Rank Exploration and Research Team. // You will be stationed until everything is clear. // ; ]

[ I know you three have been successful in all missions since recruitment. // I request that you use this new world as a means to get to know your surroundings. // Report back every month with new findings, We have your team’s Grandmaster Badge here on the desk, you may grab it as you leave. // Any Questions? ]

The three of Team Lustrous look around to each other, none of them had any questions, as their answers were quickly all answered solely from the deities of Space and Time explaining the mission to them first hand. Phobos nods as he is the first to clip the badge pendant around his neck, and to his scarf, then Enki, and then Orion.

[ Well then. // I wish you three the best of luck // And Remember... // Don’t treat your entire time here as a mission. // Alright? ]

Astraeus sighs, seeing the three enter the portal, closing it behind them, Nabu looks over to Astraeus, wondering if doing this now was a good idea. Having three strong-armed pokemon such as them going into this world, it will make this world’s heroes suspicious. They can’t just hide their mission from everyone. Especially with whom else is all going after this same issue that they rumor to arise soon enough.

[lightcreators]

Familiarity of her name would possibly tourment him for rest of the day. Funny, how he will pass most of time of that remaining journey, between two moments of anxiety as there was thinking over an mental chessboard, wondering how the hell he knew that name before … Without any kind of knoweldge himself could bouncing back, well, in some manners, his own being, almost immediatetly, decided to answering him. There was been harmony within his family a long time ago. Harmony who wasn't here anymore, who had disappeared ? Wasn't itself comic coming from fragmented memories of an past life ? Within another perspective, as it had been an temporary thought during that long time ago period, there had been a dramatic realization over an number they could have been … when somewhere, an duality reflected strangely within game of mirrors had another person … There was an particular thankness, especially inside his year, he was forced to taming whatever shock reaction he could possibly have. Be betrayed within his surprise concerning Harmony, that, at the limit, he would have to work on the illusion much later. Psychological shock to understanding somewhere who had been foreshadowed and intented to be pulled like an trigger, like an tragedy embracing his existence --- nah, he would need to go in the infirmary. Would actually need to fucking understand what the fuck was going on . Dramatically, he supposed a smart metaphoric twin did understood that indirect memo. Nevertheless, emotionally, remnant of imposter of Alois Trancy couldn't just accept it --- not after be the only one physically present, not after knowing what it looked like to have his soul tore apart from inside, not after having losing an brother powerlessly … At same time, it always had been about trinity, not only duality ! Three higher ranks would made possible his ascension to that Witch of Illusions title : a God of the Underground who was supporting … reflection of his favorite soul meanwhile watching over the person he swore to protect, and oh, granted his wish ; someone who decided to making him think of the Emperor of Britannia in which he would have to understood intentions for better creating his fall since he decided to be a jerk ; experiencing all by himself loneliness and emotional tourment of the Golden Witch without actually see her !

Enjoying opportunites around, he enjoyed that short moment when his influence worked correctly for somewhere calm down entire mist within his expression. Ah, if circumstances where how he was imagined it, he would lose it … but couldn't exposing his anger somewhere. It wasn't like he had remembering what happened, just an physical trigger had been exposed to his face long enough for making him concluding something … and he loathed it … and wasn't like he could trade that kind of miracle with anyone. Waves of anxiety passed though his features regardless as he was watching over Snape, when he would need to sealing up that conversation. The professor would wondering why suddently he was so anxious, and since his manner to dealing with his emotions was anger, some chaos would emerge in one point or another if attention was brought to him. Everything was alright, there was nothing wrong when his castle of illusions was fated to be glass --- Fated to be destroyed within himself no matter as he could act, special grudge menu of his metaphoric twin for be sure he understood PERFECTLY eventually his perspective. What a tragedy he couldn't sparing himself of illusions. Another time, he grumbed mentally. ❝ As surprising as it is, I understand the feeling more that you can imagine, even though I would use past tense over it mostly, even if sometimes I don't feel I belonging truly here … ❞ He wanted to become a witch of the Purgatory. Wizarding world was just the physical sphere for achieve it, when he didn't have to care about humans, about the Muggles. However, with his mental turmoil and his beautiful emotional torture, pondering if this was really his world did crossed his mind --- but again, he was the single one left, he was the single possible manner for Alois Trancy to ressurecting of the dead … and circumstances didn't left him any choice … and yet, that trigger returned back sensation he had desired experiencing because of a far away sorrow he couldn't pull the name upon, and as much tragedy was to be expected in his family, it came out of control coming for the people controlling. Not that he cared about established gear attached to his persona : Fates's threads will be owned. ❝ Don't be too harsh on yourself. Even if you are the new kid, even if it's a bit new to you, everyone here is an wizard as you. ❞ Couple of years earlier, he would bring stuff concerning value of the blood, but even for appareances, he shut down in that. He didn't needed to be arrogant on that manner for showing how he could be a asshole. ❝ Ah. I'm so sorry. ❞ He could distracting himself by making sure she was comfortable, right ? It could appeasing his mind, and doing something good meanwhile two assholery can only be heathly ! There was an short of silence, as he didn't know how to respond without have to think a horrible manner to twist the truth if he needed it. Moving on closer to her ears, he whispered. ❝ We can do that, but it will be your little secret~ Great Malfoy have an reputation of brat, if suddently I showed how friendly my heart is for other houses so openly, it won't be good for me … though, don't worry, revolution will be made inside this school over that point. ❞ Removing herself of his sudden closeness he smiled at her. ❝ I can be your mentor~ ❞ The real word he meant was big brother, but he still felt that in the present circumstances, concluded emotions and positions were twisted again, as she would be his.

Someone named Harmony can only bring about harmony in the family she is in.

The words touched her. She hoped it would be true. When she had received her letter for attending Hogwarts, notifying her that she was magical and a witch, it changed Harmony's world forever. To discover her father had been a wizard and lived a whole other life and had family she had no idea about...it was still a lot to take in and process. It didn't help that she was one of the odd students out, being a late bloomer and starting in her fifth year, trying to play catch up on years worth she had missed while everyone else already had the advantage.

When she received reassurance from Draco that she was doing the right things and that he would help keep the professor from snapping at her, the Hufflepuff relaxed, feeling as though a weight was taken off her shoulders. "Thank you. I'm glad to have found myself sitting next to you. I've felt so out of place. It doesn't help being the new kid, especially a late bloomer. Although everyone in my house has been so kind and welcoming, I haven't really made friends yet." With this, she paused, stirring her cauldron, before glancing back at him. "Would you perhaps like to be friends?" she asked nervously.

Maybe he could give her some pointers about the wizarding world and help her catch up.

[arisdaughter]

Hello!!

Hiya, I'm Serene Zhang!! Younger half-sister of Frank Zhang, Daughter of Ari★*⁠.⁠✧ Apollo ☀️☀️(apollo has been disowned)

14 years old, Birthday 22 December!(Yes, the winter solstice)

Here's a bit about me!!

I am a Greco-Roman Demigod

Bisexual 🩷💜💙

Hera is her patron goddess (that kidnapped her and put her through intensive training since she was 2)

Former spy from the Titan Army to watch Camp Half-Blood 🤫🤫

Has a jade dragon bracelet that gives me the power of invisibility🐉🐉

Starting my own army to better the world🔥🔥

Cheese fanatic 🧀🧀

Excels at anything concerning the arts🎨🎭

Ability to control light and use it as a weapon ✨✨

Archer 🏹🏹

Friends!!

@morpheus-child-phobos-legacy Kaden!! He has a nickname for me!!

@that-asian-child-of-aphrodite STEPHIEEE MY BEAUTIFUL KIND BESTIE<333

@love-lightning-forethought BROOKIE!! my super amazhang hairstylist

@thatonebitheaterkid DIDI MY SUPER AMAZHANG AND COOL GODDESS SISTER

@demigod-jack-hearth Jack! Dude's basically a god at this point, has like a thousand patrons and kids-

@daughter-of-the-storm Darya! She adopted me as her sister! Very cool very cool

@if-chaos-was-a-boy Calix! Mildly concerning but otherwise pretty slay 💅

So, this is me!! Welcome to my world!!

Tags:

#serene rambles #serene answers = ic/ask answers

[deadboy-edwin]

So I had this brainrot about the boys encountering Phobos on a case (yes he's a Greek entity but let me have this) and having to strike a deal. A soul for a peek into a soul.

I started writing a fic... Behold, if anyone wants this snippet.

"Show me your worst fear, so this little girl does not have to live hers."

Phobos is calm when he says it. There is almost a tinge of sadness in his voice. Not something one would expect from a deity of such domains.

"Humanity does not worship me as they did, boys. I do need power to be able to take away her pain. All you need to do is show me. Take my hand."

Edwin, of course, who is deeply in love with Charles, as we all know, refuses to let Charles relive the worst experience in his life (his father's abuse), and is the first to offer his hand to the dark figure in front of them.

Edwin has no fear he has yet to face- he's been through the depths of hell. He's lived (pun not intended) through horrors most could not even imagine. There's nothing that Phobos could show him that Edwin hadn't already been through---

"Oh fuck no," Charles' words are almost vicious, his hand coming to circle around Edwin's wrist, fingers tightening around pale skin and a long sleeve. "No."

"Don't be ridiculous, Charles." Edwin says in his typical matter-of-fact tone. "I will be fine. Would you be so kind as to release me?"

Charles shakes his head, his eyes wild as he looks at his best mate. "You've been through hell twice. I promised myself you'd never return there. Not even in your mind."

Edwin opens his mouth to speak, to contradict Charles' point, but Charles is quick to hold out his open palm to Phobos, glaring at the god vehemently. "Get on with it, then."

"As you wish," Phobos says, taking Charles' hand in his own before Edwin is able to protest.

“Oh Charles,” Edwin’s silky, soft voice says gently, his pale, slender hand coming to brush against Charles’ face. “How could you ever think I would ever be in love with you?” 

Charles should be relieved. This should be a weight off his shoulders. Sure, he’d told Edwin that they had forever to figure out what his confession had meant. He had meant it- truly, from the depths of his dead, unbeating heart, despite not knowing where to even begin with all of it. He had been willing to. Despite Crystal, despite his own unhealed trauma- he knew that he would do anything and anything for Edwin. 

Instead, Edwin’s words burn ice cold.

“I- what- mate-” 

Edwin’s thin lips take on a smile that should be familiar, comforting, but instead, his porcelain features are twisted in a mockery of the affection he’d reserve solely for Charles. He leans in closer to Charles, their noses almost brushing. 

For the first time in thirty years, Charles feels his breath catch in his throat. 

Edwin is still the most beautiful thing that Charles has ever seen in his life (and afterlife). Even when he’s being cruel. 

Especially then, it seems.

Do I... Continue... And post on AO3 maybe...

Likes, comments, thoughts, and prayers are appreciated.

[writing-heiress]

Persona 5 AU: Octavinelle

AZUL ASHENGROTTO

Code Name: Kraken

Arcana: The Devil

Personas: Oceanus, Scylla, Azaroth

Melee Weapon: Trident

Ranged Weapon: Dual Pistols

JADE LEECH

Code Name: Leviathan

Arcana: The Wheel of Fortune

Personas: Ronnie Kray, Romulus, Phobos

Melee Weapon: Chain Whip

Ranged Weapon: Hunting Rifle

FLOYD LEECH

Code Name: Floyd

Arcana: The Wheel of Fortune

Personas: Reggie Kray, Remus, Deimos

Melee Weapon: Himself Nunchucks

Ranged Weapon: Blaster

AU based on/inspired by this

Masterlist

Tagging — @adrianasunderworld @the-trinket-witch @the-weirdos-mind @abyssthing198 @boopshoops @liviavanrouge @queen-of-twisted @yumeko2sevilla @yukii0nna @ice-cweam-sod4 @fair-night-starry-tears @tragedytells-tales @achy-boo @mangacupcake

[lightcreators]

His tutor might be annoying as hell, he preferred to complain no stop towards his methods by having to do one single move in direction of the little underworld --- the big, the wonderful, the powerful Underworld, if he could show up unannounced and having his share to annoying Hades as much he wanted, he would jump on it … but well … the God of the Underworld was supposed to be around him already meanwhile he lived fun times with his tutor, though, for his GREAT misfortune, he missed MANY memos in which he hadn't been concerned when Hades decided to exposing his biggest trolls to the face of the world. Even his patient has been like, pushed behind, since it has been his tutor who has been concerned, and like some onryo ---- his tutor forget to tell him things he should know. Nevertheless, he never sensed it regardless, neither experienced aura of something. Timeline wise, maybe he did the good thing to blind himself to understanding fragments of his past life was happening within his own future, one incarnation later … and no matter how much he would LOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOVE transforming the established result, he was the established result. It could have been simpler if Hades would have decided to educate his tutor to becoming own God of the Underworld by showing himself, but no, he trust him enough for do wonderful reflections about that similarity …

Only the little underworld was the door. It was just bad for his little person it passed by Philip Butler --- As much he faked to feeling totally alright now, though was sincere concerning every fiber of his being towards her, stress he experienced was unable to let go. If some MIB pointed themselves, he would have some kind of comfort he did things correctly, he would pass a good time, that he will not pressured by another way. As far his brain could remember, even inside his fragmented memories, he didn't remember something --- or it was part of these remembrances dropped of his mind, just like that ! Once, he loved dancing too, once he would have judged pretending knowing better. His metaphoric twin would have find something about the show itself … but he didn't have same confidence on him, especially not within the little underworld or whatever underground. Hundreds of years changed nothing. The word scared him, compared to envy he had on the Underworld : paradox, paradox who followed him everywhere~

There was an moment of silence as there was realization about the time she passed here. His perception of it was that much troubled, that even since intial chessboard of his has been 'finished', too many things had happened in an very short time … ❝ Do you feel good there ? Do you have other projects ? ❞ He wasn't comfortable inside an realm he will be the last one visiting ever inside his existence, hence he preferred knowing more about her. Not asking her what leading her to that place, he could guess and preferred avoid sharing mutual miseries between each other, but perceiving the brightful future --- His tutor had to convince him during so many time for managing to believe in hope once more time for himself, when as much he partially embraced it … He would have wanted to say something BAD can happens as it should be normally, but his tutor had making sure he get wrong. His accent would be noticed, he anticipated it, but wasn't like he cared that time around. He wanted the little request of the little underworld be soon finished, and just breathe away afterwards it was his door for Hades. ❝ Uh … ❞ Fear he experienced the first time he ever had to mentally and emotionally prepare himself to ask the MIB a little help for destroy some villains returned back to him like day one. No matter how much he wanted to confess the truth, he couldn't. He couldn't say it was because of an invitation of the underworld … ❝ --- rather a personal challenge to face my fear of pitch black places that I avoid visiting. ❞ Dramatically, exactly the locations where was his metaphotic twin was ! ❝ I would have liked someone to accompany me, but I wait for them, have no idea where they will show up ? ❞ He wished not be massacred by Philip Butler for had expressed it, but he was all nice, he was funny to ask him to struggles with his fear all alone when he was already traumatized ! ❝ Oh ? ❞ Focusing on the conversation will discrease the stress, it will take it that way. ❝ New York, it has been far away … ❞ Not that he was an expert of the country himself. He might have visited all countries in the world, whatever dimension possible, his main interest was witches. The human world … he wasn't supposed to return here unless he was obligated ? He dropped it compared to dear Potter, and was certain, if he would have remained powerless within the human world, miseries of his life wouldn't have ended despite everything ?

❝ Yeah, England. ❞ He confirmed. ❝ A pure Brit who has already been around the world for various … affairs, because I have a hyper-protective parental figure who loves to piss me off. ❞ He could insulting his tutor because the other one of the underworld, if he wanted to stay alive, he couldn't. He couldn't complain right now about the situation he was in. Mockery was harmless as harsh it sounded. He would have maybe exploded a bolt understanding how the fuck he was supposed to do with his tutor, but he wouldn't have be scared ! Taking another tip of his glass, he was happy he pushed behind alchool desire for forget it all. ❝ I have a kind of parental exchange between two parental figures. There is one who is adorable, but who is annoying. There is another who loves to see what I have in my guts before telling me how to improve … which means that I travel a lot, and which means that I have a lot of responsibilities everywhere, so much so that I was taught to be responsible the hard way. This is their way of paying for my therapy ticket. Whatever happens, whatever we talk about, I'm not going to judge you. I've also done my part in not-so-cool stuff, so much so that I am pampered in a way that's not as adorable as I'd hoped. ❞

Lisa smiles as he nods. She is glad he had caught her set, as she does put a lot of work into it. She isn't always the best dancer, but she does try her best, no matter what. And it helps her. Dancing is something she truly enjoys and is one of the few things in her life she feels in control of. It's sad, perhaps, but true. Since her father's passing, dropping out of school, a lot had felt out of her control. But at least she has this: the Avenue and her dancing there. Sometimes, she misses her mother. But she can't go back. Not now. Not until she's ready. "Thank you," She says, nodding in acknowledgement of his compliments.

When he asks how long she's been here, she says: "About a year." She had first been twenty years old when she had come to the Avenue, and now she's twenty-one. She is used to the hustle and bustle of NYC now. But she can tell from his voice, his accent that he's not from the area. "What about you? What brings you here? Seeing the sights or something more interesting?" Lisa hopes it's the latter. The more interesting, the better in her opinion. But of course, he is most likely just there to play tourist. "I'm not from the city either." She had lived more in the suburbs, but lives mostly in the city now. "But I am from New York, originally." She says with a smile. "What about you?" His accent says he's from somewhere else, and Lisa would love to know all about it. She's never traveled out of the USA herself, though she would love to one day. She hopes that eventually, she will.

Lisa has no idea when or if her life will get back on track. Her father's death had devastated her. However, she does have hope. Hope that one day, she'll be able to live up to her potential again. Whatever that means for her. She does still have dreams. She'd just had to put them on hold. For how long, she doesn't know. She's taking it one day at a time. She'll know when she's ready, though. That she knows for sure.

Her eyes narrow and she points at him as the bartender hands her her red wine. "I'm guessing, English." But she could be wrong. She's no expert on accents or anything. She takes a sip of her wine, waiting for him to answer her questions and confirm whether or not her suspicion on where he's from is correct. She looks forward to learning more about him. Hopefully, he's more interesting than a typical tourist. She hopes so, anyway.

[expvrgction]

Crash, Phobos, question for you two. Are either of you augmented in some way? Some sort of superhuman ability? Because I'd be surprised if you don't have any of that, considering how long you two have survived in hell.

---

"Genetic augmentation especially would violate military laws back then, so the only enhancements Colonel Barnes and I had were in terms of equipment as well as general wellbeing and endurance training, though development for them could end up teetering towards grey areas. Some specialists and other select portions of personnel within the USMC and other military organizations on Earth volunteered for tests in both light and heavy armor prototypes built for extreme combat situations."

"That program succeeded, obviously-- And use of these specialized equipment began to spread within military personnel and guards assigned for UAC posts."

The ex-Marine visibly shuddered for but a moment. "...Those could only help my old crew for so long before Hell found a way to fuck that up. Both my older armor sets ceased to function to its full power, n' I'm left with what I have right now."

"Exactly as Sergeant Aladana said. Add that with a number of Elder Gods-- Those who belong to a faction called the Lords of Chaos and their observers turning us technically immortal-- Don't have to like it since dying while you're aware that you can't for good is horrific. No choice but to make do." Phobos nodded in agreement. "But Caitlyn, you did absorb some kind of power and while changes aren't that too obvious... What's up with one of your eyes? If I remember, both of them were blue."

A head shake from Crash. "I... Man, I would've avoided this topic, given the choice." The woman replied. "Remember our scouting routine a while back? I came across an artifact-- A stone carved with a mark on its top surface. Its energy reading was something atypical to that of the usual corrupting radiation we're used and resistant to."

"I was ambushed right after and you guys came to aid immediately. I wasn't about to touch that stone either. Damn Pinky bum-rushed me to it directly..."

"I wish I didn't have to relive the moment I absorbed whatever was in there. It felt like I was burning in the process-- But without myself looking like burnt bacon. I saw flashbacks to... A lot of things I wasn't supposed to see. Who knows what would happen if none of you were there to help."

"It's like a history lesson, but one I'd go mad from more than anything else. I'm surprised I still haven't cracked, though. But that can change..."

"And I'm worried."