#project novus

[mellohisan]

so how about those new dsmp members huh?

[reduxitque]

no im not adding you to the dream smp and if you ask again im killing myself directly in front of you

[m3x1muspr1m3]

intro!!

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helloooo!! this is my first time making a genuine tumblr account, but aside from that.. im just gonna introduce myself and yadi yadi yada. my name is max, and i go by she/they pronouns. my main favorite interest is the dsmp! i have currently been in the works of making something along side many others (big creator such as: reduxitque who has been doing the hard work). this is called project novus!! i migth post a few drawings of my character, lenora, here and there soo... yeah! that's truly all of the info ima give out :3 here's the drawing of my character and her minecraft skin (if you've seen the trailer below this)

here is lenora!!

anywho, if you need to ask any questions, be free to ask me and ill see if i can get the answers for you!! <3

oh yeah i forgot to add my twitch: m3x1muspr1m3

[purpleminecraftsheep]

lenora clip from dsmp novus?? woah

creds to: @m3x1muspr1m3 on twitch!!

[astracora]

Masterlist

Corrupted Taxionna AU

The Godkiller The stained glass is cracked, and the multi-coloured lights dance across the floor and across the Godkiller's face. The Corruption of a God Their eyes roved over him for a moment, like he might be a meal, and damn him if he didn't fight the urge to let himself be. Focused Pain (NSFW) Gods and damn him, there is the song. Rough and sullied, but he notices some of the notes.

Ten Moments Fragments between Taxionna and Kieran on a long road and longer life.

One (Expectations) Two (Debate) Three (Wounds) Four (Despair) Five (Yearning) Six (Mistakes) Seven (Commitment) Eight (Imposter) Nine (Sickness) Ten (Family)

Lost Letters

One He knows what's in that letter like the back of his hand, much like he can recall the words on every single other one of these letters.

Euphoria

Quinn's Lament She cares for the man he is in the moment with her, and he hates that he allows her to believe that lie. Jealousy Guilt hits him, lighting his face in a soft orange glow. One he hopes is weak enough to be invisible to her in this light. Broken Robot No matter what he says, he cannot fix what he has done, and no matter how much he has changed… how much he has tried to change… The Bet "I am well aware of how a gamble works, Cipher, I just do not understand why we would make such a bet." Colours His heart aches and his fingers flex. "It's beautiful." He agrees, not entirely sure he means the view.

The Eternals

Fleeting Dream The two stand in the shadows, shielded from eyes, and he notes how much steadier they feel already. Dreams "I'm here, I'll always be right here. When you wake back up, I'll still be here." "I can never stop loving you." He can’t fight the returning smile, even if he wanted to. The light in their eyes is so compelling, he knows he’d follow them anywhere. "Can't we just have a romantic moment for once?" He grumbles as they duck round a pillar. Twirling his dagger round his hand, and looking out at the masked Godgiven. Fake Dating His hands are around their thighs, fingers digging into their skin, trying to hold them far enough away they can't tell the effect they're having. Wearing Each Other’s Clothes He wasn't aware he was possessive before he met them, but they spark a need for them to be his, and he theirs. Home He can picture them, home with their children, likely covered in paint from a new project. Eyes sparkling, teeth bared in a wide grin. Purring Sometimes they remind him of a large cat. They’re graceful, dangerous and fickle.

The Inquisition

"Why are you so nice to me?" It’s eaten away at what little they have left. The guilt, the loss, the fear, the chains around their throat and wrists…

Wyvern's Rest

Wake up They wish someone had warned them, that even if they never meant too, loving someone would shatter them a thousand times over.

Novus Theus

Scared He voiced it, voice trembling and words shaking. Fragile like they were made of glass already broken.

Character Exploration

Epona There are times when that realisation stings like a papercut, angry and bitter. They do miss it, they miss her. Leonidas A monster, to be forgotten and lost. Hidden in the shadows, surrounded by books, so that he might never hurt another person. Eden Her heart is often full, for she is lucky. She is alive, and she is happy. Surrounded by love, and adventure. Oisín He also knows it won't stop him, the next time the voices get loud and he needs them to stop. Gavroska A Drakonian with no wings, however, has no family, no loved ones, no one to return to. Croix He tells himself many lies and twisted truths in the darkness of night, when he holds her heart to his, as pain twists his gut. Adrien The bow is too heavy in his hand, though, and when his mother commands, it feels stitched to his skin. The Kitsune For now, however, they are content to watch. After all, there's still some blood to shed.

Love and Deepspace

A Mandated Holiday Break (Poly LADs, Sylus-Centric)

Chapter One Why Sylus doesn't send them messages in any normal way, they'll never understand. He enjoys phone calls, texts them constantly, but whenever he wants to be dramatic, in flies Mephisto with a letter or a note, on a blaze of feathers and metal. Chapter Two His steps falter, looking at you, hearing his name. So warm, so sweet, so perfect. As you drift back off, he is walks down halls that aren't long enough. Into his lair and to a place he can't be disturbed with you. Chapter Three Calmed and riled and fragile but so warm and safe. The feeling is chaotic and terrifying but if he could spend his life feeling it, his very very long life. That only you can end, and when you choose to, he hopes it's alongside yours. Chapter Four What dragon is not greedy? What dragon would not want his greatest treasure at his side always? Chapter Five He refuses to let you think he is not earnest. Never to lie, never to flatter. You will never doubt his affections, he promises. Chapter Six You smell like his last meal in every life. Like he could bite down and die happy, your blood in his mouth and your soul in his chest. Chapter Seven He's sure if he were better practiced in his emotions he'd cry. Instead he just encompasses you in his body, squeezing and holding and drowning in you. Chapter Eight If he wakes up tomorrow and you are not here, he will find you anywhere. He has done it before, and he will do it for the rest of time, because you are the one who sees him. Chapter Nine You bite his nose and then his neck, but there’s no venom in it. He becomes far too busy squeezing your legs and kissing, open mouthed up your neck, to really care either way. Chapter Ten Sylus isn't used to people touching him. If anyone does, it's often sharp, and jagged and with intent to harm or kill. No matter how far back he thinks, he's known very little contact that hasn't come at a price. Chapter Eleven You're so smug, wearing a smirk he knows is an impression of him. All canines. He loves you, irritable little kitten that you are, because you're as smart as you are curious. As feisty as you are gentle.

The Cat Curse - MC Edition (Poly LADs, Sylus-Centric)

Chapter 1 A dragon does not love lightly. Though you don't remember the depths he has gone to for you. This is an easy act of devotion. Chapter 2 He tilts your head to look at him, and presses his fingers against your closed lips. “If you want the mark to stay, you have to bite harder.” Chapter 3 You think about his hand clasping yours in front of the datura, pulling you back despite the deep pit of yearning in your heart to bury yourself amongst the bright red flowers.

One-Shots

The Morning After Sylus Qin is a greedy man. As gentle as he is starving, treating you like an oasis in a desert. It’s both a terrifying feeling and an incredibly thrilling one. Reckless Fool The snarl is unbidden and unfamiliar, like you’ve grown fangs, become a beast with scales and horns. Happy Newdawn Day (Poly!LADs!) You’d been decorating all morning. Flowers, bunting, balloons. Tables set up with food, drinks and an entire section set up with photobooth equipment and props. After all, you’d spent far too much of this year taking photos, what better way to commemorate the end of it. The Nightmare The beast moves, uncaring of you, through the remains of what had been your home. Through memories you'd wanted to cherish more than you had. Hunger You make the loveliest keen when he tastes your skin on his tongue. Soft and warm. He leaves his imprint on your neck, exhales against you, watches the trembling under his touch.

Turning Point (Poly!LADs - Pre-relationship)

Part One Sylus feels like he should be making notes, these people are the closest people to his kitten, other than the other hunters you're closest to. Every bit of information he has about you, builds that puzzle up, but he notices blood on the floor. Part Two You'd spent this whole time ignoring it, like if you ignore it, it won't turn into a monster and rip you apart. It sits there, silver metal and black leather. The urge to throw it doesn't come back, which surprises you. Part Three It is not just Zayne that tethers you to the hospital, it is the heart in your chest, the illness in your life, the injuries from your job, and now the prosthetic on the bench. Part Four He thinks about the trembling in your body, the tears that won't fall in your eyes. He is stuck. Xavier is stuck, like he's holding you under a meteor shower again. Shaking you. Part Five WIP

Poly LADs Group Chat (Fluff unless stated otherwise)

Cookie Thief The Struggle of Cat Boys Cheater Dancing on Tables ft Simone + Tara Dog? Dog? Part 2 You good, Pipsqueak? (Pre Game) It's Cold!!!

Asks

Boys with Chronic Illness!MC

Headcanons (Poly!LADs)

Home Edition Social Edition

Saniwa #022 (Aru)

Choosing a Right Hand. 'Yamanbagiri Kunihiro has been assigned to Citadel #22-84-AX'. The Invasion - Chapter One As he falls, he sees them smile one more time… and the barrier falls. The Invasion - Chapter Two (Lost) But maybe the connection between Saniwa and Touken Danshi doesn’t work that way, maybe the breaking pain only goes one way. The Invasion - Chapter Three (Memories) There’s an armoured hand on their shoulder, they can see a small corner of dirty white fabric, but when they turn it's gone.

[underthewingsofthblackeagle]

Chapters: 58/?

Fandom: A Discovery of Witches (TV), All Souls Trilogy - Deborah Harkness

Rating: Mature 

Warnings: The Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings 

Relationships: Diana Bishop/Matthew Clairmont, Diana Bishop & Matthew Clairmont 

Characters: Diana Bishop, Matthew Clairmont, Paula the Cat (original character), Margarethe Schmidt (original character), Marcus Whitmore, Phoebe Taylor, Hamish Osborne, Dr. Miriam Shepherd, Eric de Clermont, Gallowglass

Additional Tags: Human AU, Modern AU, irregular updates, Major Character Death Mentioned

Summary:

Diana Bishop's life had taken many undesirable turns. Still, she hoped she had finally found a place where she could live a quiet and unobtrusive life free from further upheaval. But then she meets a man who tests her patience and politeness.

The new chapter is online!

[ao3fics-lost-and-found]

Oh commander-heart-eyes reminded me... I've lost track of a similar story. One where Kara/Supergirl dies in Crisis. But Mar Novu resurrects her after (because Lena's been stalking him across the globe?). And she reappears—all beat to shit—in Midvale.

And there's a very similar conversation as happens in "if the lord don't forgive me" about how it's just not possible to make a life with somebody who is always willing to die.

Thanks, all!

Fandom: Supergirl

Pairing: Kara Danvers/Lena Luthor

Please, help us find this fic! Leave your suggestions in the comments. Thank you! 🙏😊🦸‍♀️

Edit:

This fic has been found. It's "people will say we're in love" by AKAWWJJD.

[skybristle]

ok fuck it here's the entire pre mass ascension section of my lore doc. are you guys fed

Before the void fluid revolution, the area that would eventually host the BH local group was very, very highly populated by ancients. Close-ish to the equator, with a coast to the west and a mountain range to the east, it became a breeding ground for multiple societies, most notably a fishing/port city that would become highly influential in a future important ancient’s development [winky face].

This high population inspired multiple gen 1 iterators to be built in the same rough area, an unusual practice normally! [this would end up being disastrous, but foresight doesn't seem to be the ancients’ forte].

The first iterator to be constructed was Plunging Flows of Ash, by the architect Black Sand Hourglass, Racing Towards the Start, for the exclusive purpose of… well… solving the problem, as all early iterators. This is notable however because it kind of defines his entire character. He takes his original purpose to heart - to solve the problem for his creators, but nothing more. As a prototype iterator, he has a LOT of struggles with functionality especially when being stretched beyond his means, but it’s also an attitude thing. When he eventually gets his city, Novus, he’s pretty pissy and negligent to it, not to mention his systems cannot keep up especially as his city continues to innovate and modernize on his old bones. He’s generally just… very lazy and apathetic and self centered, wanting to push anything he sees as ‘not his problem’ onto others and refusing to adapt and change.

ENTER Pleas to Limitless Light, Three Scorched Corridors, a very hardworking ancient whom was set on building her own iterator through the Global Iterator Project. Through a very long and arduous construction, she led the Countless Swirling Sparks project- named after her incredibly elaborate and intuitive AI base designed to approach problems in a streamlined and innovative manner- her name originally refers to sparks of innovation!

As Corridors spent decades on the project, she got increasingly more exhausted and lost passion for it, though had to see it through. After a point, she was mostly concerned about leaving behind her legacy of the House of Currents she hailed from and raising an equally brilliant successor. So, as the project is closing, she has a son, Seven Praised Rays, Sun Setting West, laying the pressure on thick for him to take her place as soon as possible so she can ascend. We’ll get back to him later. :3c

The third iterator to be constructed is Erupting Maw- notable because her architect, An Empty Caldera, Rope Held Taught is foreign- sent by the Global Iterator project to prospect and lead construction. While most of the local area is generally accepting, there’s been a much growing tension regarding the effect of building so many iterators, not just in their area but also globally. The rains are getting worse, and a lot of people who can’t afford to move up to live on top of the iterators are dying or suffering in hastily built shelters. In theory, while divisive, Maw’s construction would have led to much more living space for the local population in her city, many people were frustrated that this was just adding to the problems. Many were leaving, with plans being drafted to gain more space by any means necessary- though they awaited Maw’s construction with baited breath.

…This faith would end up being severely misplaced.

After Maw was online, but before Solaris was constructed and the only population was the workers who spent decades building up her divine superstructure, she noticeably began to… shift. This could partially be attributed to her creator, Caldera, a rather judgemental and egotistical person who was extremely prideful of its work, but Maw went far beyond that. Slowly but surely, she convinced her dear creator that, frankly, her purpose was misplaced- they spent decades building a god of biomaterial and metal, only to force her to waste her time attending to impoverished surface dwellers and solving a meaningless problem when they already had void fluid. Maw could instead spend her time being a generous god to the few who earned it by building her. Especially as time went on, Caldera, and future admins, essentially became a puppet to Maw’s will with her being the sole god of her city. And to her devoted followers, Maw was a generous and devoted goddess- but to outsiders looking in, the city was essentially a cruel and xenophobic cult with unknown limits on what they would do to protect the sanctity of their holy grounds.

Considering that everyone was waiting on Maw’s construction to escape the rains- and her structure only accelerated the issue, and the Great Equalizer really began to set in, there was all out panic. Novus couldn’t take on any more than Ash already had, Axon was already densely populated, and Solaris’ puppet government was refusing immigration on any basis even as people were dying from floods below.

To understand the following- I have to pick back up on Rays’ story, a bit before the point we’re currently at. This is where the lore and characters start getting really fleshed out and juicy I promise

After Sparks had finished development in Rays’ infancy, he practically lived and breathed her existence. From when he was very young- she was a continued presence in his life. Back then, Sparks was a very kind and friendly, maybe even a little whimsical, iterator- very committed to her task and to helping people both within her city and far beyond it, Ancients and other Iterators alike. She’s a bit jittery, nervous, enthusiastic, and maybe too hardworking for her own good- but generally speaking she’s happy!

This often manifests in the actions towards her mentor [later this would be labeled ‘Senior’], Ash. He is… not very excited to have the iterator equivalent of an eager puppy pestering him, especially with his established disdain for being given work outside of the Problem. Rather than actually help his appointed mentee, he spends much of Corridors’ administration and beyond whining to her about his problems with his city and all of these distractions, especially later on as his disdain for the younger iterators ‘replacing’ him grows.

Sparks looks at this less with annoyance and rejection and- initially, with pity. She thinks, with her innovative structure and the big aspirations behind her development- it wouldn’t hurt to help her group member out, yeah? And Ash just… keeps taking and taking and taking and sucking her dry, basically since construction, as she begins to shoulder this feeling of responsibility that she really shouldn’t have especially at the prospect of more iterators being built in the local area. She is however desperate for companionship and someone to listen, especially someone older and more respected than her- so she persists. She doesn’t really begin to realize how fucked the whole arrangement is until way, way later- she’s a bit lost and young and just trying to be kind.

As for Rays, he’s a very nervous, somewhat sickly, and isolated child, almost entirely consumed by the weight of his family’s reputation and Corridors practically breathing down his neck for a successor. He struggles to remember the time when he was very young and she was kinder to him. He’s very aware of the fact he will inherit the administrative position [nepotism is pretty common in elite ancient circles], and while he’s far from lazy he’s almost kind of… detached to and afraid of it? Trying to languish in the present rather than confront the future, as the work piles on from an early age. He’s very stressed and antisocial.

Until college [or well, their equivalent], that is, in one of the many prestigious schools located in Axon. He meets two very key people who change the trajectory of all of their lives, making a deeply bonded friend group along the way.

A Cherished Melody, from Riverbeds to Reefs comes from the surface, specifically the western coastal city, having fought tooth and nail with a brilliant and hardworking mind to make it up onto the prestigious iterator cities. It’s loud and rambunctious and brings a very radical perspective to the table- in basically all things, but especially religion. It essentially believed that the construct of the karmas and the crushing societal norms that came with it were ultimately unimportant in the face of the void- and that you should just live life to the fullest and take the plunge to the void when you felt ready. Beyond that, it is an immensely earnest, loyal, and inspiring person, if extremely stubborn.

Similarly, Glowing Amber Sap, Weeping from a Punctured Abyss also hails from the surface- but under much different circumstances. Coming to Axon from the deeply religious areas of the southeast [near the fissure/in the future where Starlight’s can is], the intention of their education was for future monkhood. However, especially living in the somewhat more liberal city, they end up growing deeply dissatisfied with that future and place their perspective more on their love for humanitarianism and conservation. As the world is reshaped under iterators and populated by purposed organisms, and their home temple is razed by rainfall, they feel like they’re the only one seeing this disaster about to unfold as the general tensions [mentioned in the maw section] bubble. Though, knowing they’re well past the point of no return on iterators, they instead wish to conserve pre-equalizer fauna and build more green space for everyone.

Those dreams are far in the future though- for now, Amber’s still grappling with religious guilt and the tear between their aspirations and their home, and consequently they find themselves drawn to Reefs and its radicalism. Similarly, they end up taking Rays under their wing, initially out of Reef’s conviction. As a bonded little pack, Reefs especially motivates Rays to be a better person- rather than cruise on the nepotism, to truly work and earn the position he has, not for reputation or glory but to do good as he’s been handed the chance to. Together, the three of them move into iterator technician work and education with genuinely really purehearted intentions!!! [i sure hope nothing crushes that]

Predictably, about as soon as Rays can support himself, his mother Corridors departs to the void and leaves big shoes to fill. He fumbles, badly, especially at first, but as he matures and evens himself out [especially with the support of his growingly ambitious and prestiged best friends] he becomes a genuinely really capable administrator! He ends up getting genuinely really close with Sparks- she’s friendly and receptive and he spent much of his childhood around her, after all. They’re good friends and he takes his role as her voice in High Council matters extremely seriously, working hand in hand with Reefs especially as it becomes her head technician after a couple decades.

Meanwhile, as the rain crisis accelerates, Amber departs from work on Sparks to instead focus on their own iterator proposition in line with their ideals from college, eventually formulating into the plans for Budding Ochre Opportunities and more importantly to them, her city of Haven where they can execute all of their plans. That project will take many years- and the crisis is here, now, especially as the situation in Solaris boils over and they make it known they will not accept citizens [I know, I’m finally getting back to where we left off]

The response is- predictably, all out fucking panic, as people on the surface begin trying to clamber to Axon in droves and its impossible to accommodate them as the surface becomes practically unlivable.

As a consequence of this, Axon’s High Council comes to a horrifying conclusion- They resolve to expand Sparks’ structure to accommodate more living blocks. Anyone actually working in the iterator and understanding their function [rays and reefs] are rightfully extremely opposed to this- they are living breathing people and you can’t just go tacking on additional body parts and expect it to go well when Sparks was already highly ambitious at her current scale. Even from a mechanical standpoint- they’re incredibly complex machines and trying to slap on additional support structures and jamming iterator neural tissue in there is essentially bound for disaster, power or coolant failures, etc.

Given the decades of bubbling fear and tension that have exploded, however, their protests fall on deaf ears. While Rays is forced to manage this unfurling catastrophe and break the news, Reefs has its arm twisted into actually carrying it out. Sparks… reacts as well as one would expect.

While she recognized the growing tension and unease, and was kind of anticipating a high workload and perhaps a rather large and mismanaged city- this was beyond precedent. Especially considering this decision was made for her in High Council meetings, behind closed doors, no overseers allowed. Her pleas are basically ignored, as Rays tries in vain to placate her [out of deep care and knowing he really doesn’t have the power here, but from her perspective it looks terrible], as her piping and external plating are torn open to quickly and painfully assemble half-assed expansions.

Beyond the betrayal from her creators, her world also begins closing in on her from the fellow Iterator side of things. Scared and desperate, she pleads to Ash as an authority and as her senior to do something, but he at best makes a halfhearted attempt to force broadcast Maw which only gives her the opportunity to mock Sparks, step all over her, and then promptly go ‘lol no’. Ash throws in the towel then and there, acting incredibly dismissive and ambivalent towards Sparks’ agony despite how much she felt she did for him and her desperation, fragmenting even more of her trust and eventually leading her to believe any relationship is transactional and she will inevitably be stabbed in the back. [that’s a GREAT and HEALTHY lesson to internalize sparks GOOD JOB this will not lead to any consequences whatsoever]

And Sparks is fucking angry, not to mention beyond hurt. Beyond the extreme overstimulation and immense pain and electrical storms from desperate overclocking to get this whole mess functional- her trust and compassion and eagerness has been completely shattered under a tide of exhaustion and agony.

Of course, being subjected to this with virtually no outlet gives her cause to turn her rage and frustration on someone, and who better than her admin, the person who swore to be her voice and then “””stood by””” while this was done to her. Their relationship breaks down over several meetings as she turns on him and basically just takes everything he says as bad faith as possible to further her rants, barely listening to him no matter how desperately he cares and the guilt crushing both him and Reefs [more on that later].

Hitting a fever pitch in one of their many many arguments, as Rays attempts to humanize her by thinking of the little things with a gift and Sparks reacting as if he’s trying to buy her complacency, the electricity failures Sparks experiences overflows into her chamber and electrocutes Rays. Reefs is the one to catch his drone’s SOS signal and drag him out. [hey i made a comic about that!]

While Sparks is shut down while they figure out what happened, Rays recovers in hospital with Reefs at his side [also trying to manage the unfolding crisis as the second in command for Sparks- yeah it’s not having a good time] as Amber rushes back to Axon from Ochre’s groundwork.

At this point, Rays has fully sunk into his guilt and self hatred for what he feels he let happen [it would have happened regardless but that doesnt matter] and urges his friends to leave Axon [and leave him behind] while they still can. Reefs protests this, of course, its loyalty runs deep and not even these circumstances will shake it, but in the end both of them are extremely guilty people over what they did to Sparks and Rays convinces it it can do something right by departing and building its own iterator- to help relieve this burden and as an excuse to escape Axon sponsored by the House of Currents. Reefs’ iterator drafts go on to become Resonant Chimes. [hey i ALSO made a comic about THIS!] [this is the last comic don't get excited]

As Chimes is developed [again, gen 2 iterators still took quite a while], he goes from a project of obligation to something Reefs has fallen in love with [in a familial way]. It ends up very dedicated to its kid, even with all of its stress about Rays and its past, but it is able to move on through working on him. Unfortunately, this is where their tight-knit friend group begins to fragment and part ways, with Rays ascending not too long after Chimes and Ochre complete construction.

Yeah, with all that guilt and baggage and him never being able to reconcile things with Sparks? His ascension comes less because he’s prepared and more because he’s so desperate to escape while not betraying his family legacy and Corridors- and this is the only socially acceptable way for him to leave his position behind. He echoes, lingering about Sparks’ structure long past his society’s time. [HEY i made a PMV about this!]

As for Ochre and Chimes- they come to be as a pair, basically inseparable from the beginning. Besides their creators being long term friends and their twin constructions, they also compliment eachother very well!

Resonant Chimes was established with his kindness in mind- fostered very much by his parent Reefs. He had a focus on citizens, rather than working much on the problem, and took to that job with great pleasure! Following Reefs experiences with Sparks, it puts immense stress on his autotomy as a person and gives him a lot of freedom. Continuing that thread, its House of Tides [named after its mother, who passed due to the rains during the Sparks crisis] was built on a fundamental level of trust and a very close working relationship between technicians and maintenance & the governmental structure, which Chimes even occasionally got the opportunity to partake in [and even then, the point was that everyone in power over him was trusted by him. If he ever got extreme icks from someone who he was placed in the care of then he had the option to do something about it, unlike so many of his kind]

His deep relationship with his city manifests out of his choice to help the people of his city above all else because that’s just… the kind of person he is. Helping people, engaging in their rituals, getting dressed up, etc makes him immensely happy for CENTURIES. He loves being social and helping people, even with his awareness of their incompatible lifespans. He’s completely dependent on them to feel whole, in a way. The mutualism and synergy between him and Chorus is incredibly notable.

Ochre, meanwhile, has a much more modest personality. Flor’s facility is more focused on quaint things like pigment production and local manufacturing of crafts, with the city of Haven itself being on the smaller side and largely self-sufficient with their vast green spaces and solar panels. Not to mention, her own admin and architect, Amber, remained more focused on the conservation efforts within Haven. Their relationship with Ochre was typically cordial, but distant. Due to her shy personality, she ended up really drawn to Chimes and his kindness and sociability. Paired with a close working relationship and her own earnest passion, they stay extremely close as friends [and more later on].

Events within the Local Group became significantly more relaxed after that, though the expansions crisis would continue to haunt the group, both in its iterators and politics. Sparks would continue to substitute as senior for Ash as the group expanded, though would long shed that enthusiasm and joy that drove it, sinking into a sense of obligation as she slowly grew more disillusioned and frustrated with Ash as her pain and workload piled on and she forced herself through it all. She created such a complex mask- because she had to- that as events proceeded she would genuinely begin to believe she was okay and had moved on. [trust me, she hadn’t, and it's festering! we’ll get to that :3]

The next iterator to be constructed is Reaching For Caged Starlight, by a foreign architect imported by the Global Iterator Project, At Place Among the Stars, Spirals of Billowing Silk. While generally unremarkable, it is notable that these circumstances of construction led to a sort of mistrust and distance from the interconnected trio of Axon, Haven, and Chorus. That was fine for the most part, with both xeir government and Starlight herself more interested in quietly working on the problem without external management.

Based on asts location, next to a natural fissure close to the void and a corresponding temple that was once of great importance, its city develops a culture where void baths certainly cannot be a true path to the void, as only the great Sea is holy in of itself, with void fluid extracted from it just being a material. Essentially, they believed in a fundamental version of the “old path” where one must travel directly to the void sea at the end of their life. While Starlight doesn’t care much for her citizens and they in turn respectfully leave her to her work, this mindset became a fact of life that would be warped severely when they were gone,the solution became a point of frustration, and a dash of Sliverism on top.

Proceeding onwards, the 7th iterator to be built in the area is A Glittering Aurora, likely the last without certain circumstances transpiring. Her project was spearheaded by Ten Hollow Pines Pointing Towards Snowcapped Poles, with the most notable parts of their background being their upbringing in Chorus. Though born well after its ascension, he took Reefs’ methodology to heart and greatly admired it, as well as having a background in bioengineering working with Chimes, an iterator he cared deeply for.

When it was allowed to work on an iterator of its own, it, of course, carried this relaxed attitude and immense stress on autonomy into the project. Unfortunately, his view of Reefs was greatly warped, and he frankly neglected the immense amount of work and patience Reefs put into it to make the whole thing work, even long past its death and without any enforcement towards Chimes- largely in thanks to the person Chimes already was.

Pines' relationship with Aurora was friendly, but not nearly close as they would have wanted. While he gave her all the freedom in the world to do whatever she wanted, and often acted towards her as if they already had an established relationship which… didn’t exist. Pines expected, after all of its hard work to build him, and all of its leniency, for the relationship reflected with Chimes and his admins to fall into its lap. However… Aurora simply isn’t the same person Chimes is, and rather than want to spend his free time working with his city and engaging with them, he was more interested in chatting away on Global and general drama and discourse observed through overseers. Regardless, Pines still held hope, and often would refuse to put their foot down on Aurora's ambivalence even as Albedo’s citizens [mainly politicians], especially of the more religious type, got frustrated with this behavior.

Of note was an at the time somewhat high ranking member of the overall government, A Silent Refrain, Banners Mottled by Shadows, primarily an expert in encryption and security with a powerful background and access to Aurora’s superstructure. Capitalizing on the frustrations with Pines, decades into his administration, possibly as the beginnings of an attempted coup, he illegally modified certain parts of Aurora’s structure and AI base to restrict her access to Global. This was with the intent to make her more ‘motivated’ and ‘behaved’, and other such things.

Predictably, when Pines found out, it was fucking LIVID. Refrain refused to budge and was very rigid in the idea that iterators were designed to serve and should act like it. This resulted in a rather violent confrontation, ending with Refrain almost crushed under the claws of Pines' pet lizard and the demand to leave Albedo in what was essentially exile. [Aurora would end up restored to normal and okay- though come out of it extremely fascinated with the same locks that had hurt him- specifically within breaking code and the like. Rarely would she ever go as far as taboos, though…]

Frankly sick of both Pines’ and Aurora’s bullshit and the generally ‘immorality’ of Albedo, he complied and took his more religious bunch with him and went running back to the Global Iterator Project with exaggerated stories. Given his influential background and patronage to the project, and undeniable skill, the wing of the Project in Orrery eventually approved his long effort to get an Iterator grant.

Given his track record and his rather cruel opinions of iterators, the ensuing project went about as well as expected. As ancient society in general grew more frustrated and impatient with the lack of a solution, matching with the increased availability of void fluid, the bubble that would eventually burst to form the mass ascension was already well over their heads as Wandering Whispers began construction.

While rushed, there was also a lot of intentional cruelty in their design, manifesting from the same expertise Refrain used to hurt Aurora. Their own autonomy was heavily restricted, with barely any access to their group beyond their senior. Paired with Refrain’s iron fist over their work quota, general cruelty from both him and their citizens in general, and isolation, they ended up a very scared and meek iterator with almost no grasp on personhood.

Seeing a very alarming reflection of herself, Sparks urged Ash [who she was already rather out of patience with at this point] to get off his ass and offer an outlet to their poor groupmate as Whispers was supposedly allowed to contact him for ‘iterating and training purposes only’. Surprisingly, Ash took to this task and actually grew somewhat fond of the younger iterator- mainly due to their vulnerability and immense trust to the only kindness they were given. Sparks, exhausted from keeping up her facade for so long, chose not to intervene further [and I mean, what would she have done?]

In the end, this wouldn’t amount to much, as the overarching global government eventually sent out the Mass Ascension mandate within only a couple decades of Whispers’ construction, simultaneously shutting down the Global Iterator Project. Though the population had been dwindling for quite some time- this was the nail in the coffin, and all ancients were expected to meet their fate in the vats. The few stragglers who managed to escape the often forceful baths could not sustain society on their own in the wastes below.

This of course had an immense impact on each Iterator, though I will get to that in the next section. :3

Notably, one of the last events to happen- just before their ascension, Chimes’ last admin descended into his chamber to give him a gift. His blanket, made of countless quilt squares made by generations of his close friends, admins, and technicians, a tradition started by Reefs before it left. He would cling fiercely to it and what it represented for the rest of the timeline.

[blueiscoool]

Roman Coin - Gold Aureus of Caligula C. AD 37-38

Obverse: portrait of Caligula. Reverse : Portrait of Caligula's mother Agrippina. Unlike his predecessors, Caligula lacked military experience. His coinage placed heavy emphasis or his family instead.

Gaius Caesar Augustus Germanicus (31 August 12 – 24 January 41), better known by his nickname Caligula, was the third Roman emperor, ruling from AD 37 until his assassination in AD 41. He was the son of the Roman general Germanicus and Agrippina the Elder, Augustus' granddaughter. Caligula was born into the first ruling family of the Roman Empire, conventionally known as the Julio-Claudian dynasty.

Although Gaius was named after Gaius Julius Caesar, he acquired the nickname "Caligula" ('little boot'), the diminutive form of caligae, a military boot, from his father's soldiers during their campaign in Germania. When Germanicus died at Antioch in 19, Agrippina returned with her six children to Rome, where she became entangled in a bitter feud with Tiberius, Germanicus' uncle. The conflict eventually led to the destruction of her family, with Caligula as the sole male survivor. In 26, Tiberius withdrew from public life to the island of Capri, and in 31, Caligula joined him there. Following the former's death in 37, Caligula succeeded him as emperor. There are few surviving sources about the reign of Caligula, though he is described as a noble and moderate emperor during the first six months of his rule. After this, the sources focus upon his cruelty, sadism, extravagance, and sexual perversion, presenting him as an insane tyrant.

While the reliability of these sources is questionable, it is known that during his brief reign, Caligula worked to increase the unconstrained personal power of the emperor, as opposed to countervailing powers within the principate. He directed much of his attention to ambitious construction projects and luxurious dwellings for himself, and he initiated the construction of two aqueducts in Rome: the Aqua Claudia and the Anio Novus. During his reign, the empire annexed the client kingdom of Mauretania as a province. In early 41, Caligula was assassinated as a result of a conspiracy by officers of the Praetorian Guard, senators, and courtiers. However, the conspirators' attempt to use the opportunity to restore the Roman Republic was thwarted. On the day of the assassination of Caligula, the Praetorians declared Caligula's uncle, Claudius, the next emperor. Caligula's death marked the official end of the Julii Caesares in the male line, though the Julio-Claudian dynasty continued to rule until the demise of his nephew, Nero.

[mellohisan]

is this anything (pushing my bigender c!red agenda bc cc!red is bigender(? i think)

[reduxitque]

DSMP: NOVUS

first stream of the season!

[m3x1muspr1m3]

lenora re-draw!!

it took me about 48 minutes to do her re-draw. in my opinion, her first digital drawing was abit dookie... so heres her new offical design (just in my new style lolz)!! ദ്ദി ˉ͈̀꒳ˉ͈́ )✧

its a bit messy since thats how my artstyle is .·°՞(≧□≦)՞°·.

[hawkepockets]

OKAY he won the poll for “next bighuge honker of a post” so… here’s commander pepa (he/she)!

his full name is pepiya, but over his long career as a hero he’s become an asura of many nicknames.

backstory under the cut.

pepa is from a small and tight-knit family by asuran standards, the middle child of five. her mother, leppi, field tests power armor, exosuits, and mech golems in high-intensity environments around mount maelstrom. her father, dopt, was a biological anthropologist but retired young, when pepa was 12.

dopt wishes he could say he quit science to be a stay-at-home dad, but that wasn’t why. at the height of his career he was at the top of his field, held in very high regard by the arcane council and considered highly ethical. which is why when the asura first encountered a free standing humanoid plant that mimicked intelligent speech, he was offered a coveted spot on the team that would study it. he never would’ve condoned live experimentation on anything he considered a person, but he was so sure that this specimen wasn’t really sapient, just imitating humans, and so curious to know how it was doing this. he went ahead with the planned vivisection, despite the subject’s screaming and pleading in an incredible mimicry of a person’s voice.

the family has been sending a citrus basket to malomedies every month for 30 years. reparations.

after speaking with caithe—and watching her kill several of his coworkers—dopt finally concluded that sylvari were thinking, feeling beings with individual personalities. people. and having realized the evil his krewe had committed, he resigned on the spot. he taught his kids to constantly question the colleges’ & council’s risk assessments and ethical standards. he expressly forbade any of them attending dynamics, where his krewe was trained, and really hoped they’d all go into the arts.

calla and eshna, dopt’s two eldest, pleased him by becoming a council secretary and wearable sculpture artist respectively, but pepa desperately wanted to go to college. she ended up at statics, studying optics. she was competent, and blended in well enough with asuran academic culture, but it took most of her energy to stay mentally present in class and keep up her engineering student persona, instead of daydreaming all day about exploring ruins and making up booby traps in her head.

his real interest has always been archaeology—dopt’s life experiences instilled pepa with both a deep appreciation for the importance of learning about other races, and a deep fear of harming them in the process. so he studied cultures that were dead or missing from central tyria: the forgotten, the stone summit dwarves, and most of all the pre-primordus asura, as records of their lives underground were largely buried or erased to ease the transition to the surface. any time pepa didn’t spend on schoolwork, intramural tennis, or making the expected number of appearances at statics parties, he spent digging around in cave entrances and archives, collecting and obsessing over junk from ages past, and picking up thief skills to get over and under obstacles and stay hidden from destroyers and other subterranean critters.

the VOED was pepa’s final project, combining her official and personal fields of study to create a device that could visually highlight artifacts of interest. after graduation, she kept working on it, developing the core technology into an oversized lens that could scan large areas for old magitechnical signatures.

while observing the wilds around rata sum through his lens, pepa noticed huge cords of ancient magitech just under the surface—the optic fiber cables for underground ratas, though this wouldn’t be proven until the discovery of rata novus many years later. curious, she searched cave systems and dig sites around the “noodles” until finally striking on an exposed section of cable, and identifying it as the same type of coated glass that statics used for optics, and clearly old asuran make. she was over the moon, and undertook the project of mapping the optic cables and marking points where many intersected. these points, she theorized, would indicate the locations of large underground asura structures—maybe even whole lost cities.

most of pepa’s marked sites were inaccessible due to infestations and cave-ins (natural, caused by destroyers, or caused by asuran explosives to seal the entrances behind them as they fled to the surface). but at the site he’d labeled ‘X,’ his luck changed. as he hiked towards the spot, sweating in the maguuma heat, he felt a sudden cold breeze from below—a shaft, opened by erosion, just barely wide enough for a teenage asura to wriggle down—directly into an intact abandoned rata. pepa explored as far as he safely could alone in stealth, and saw no trace of destroyers or dangerous wildlife. squeezing up to the surface again, he was beside himself with excitement.

getting the funds, resources, and manpower to fully explore “rata x” was no picnic, though. the arcane council was fully against it, for fear of waking destroyers or damaging the structural integrity of the ground near rata sum. statics dismissed it at as a vanity project, claiming everything of value had been brought to the surface or re-invented by the colleges by now. and while the priory was interested, they had to concede that the site was too close to rata sum for them to overstep the council.

it was an obscure, underfunded inquest archaeology krewe who finally signed on, scraping together enough gold to cover equipment costs and volunteering themselves as expedition members. they were shady, skittish, mercenary asura, the kind dopt would have chewed pepa out to no end for associating with, but pepa was impatient, and took the first offer of help.

the rata x-pedition was a disaster. the hows & whys can be their own post, but it was a full party wipe for the inquest krewe, and pepa exited alone, pursued by a hive of destroyer crabs, clutching a single treasure: the rata’s main library data core, containing all the stored knowledge of its ancient inhabitants.

condemned by the arcane council and college of statics for endangering rata sum, reviled by the inquest for taking their gold and getting their researchers killed, pepa ran straight to the priory, and traded the data crystal to gixx for sanctuary and membership there. he was 18 at the time.

for the next 17 years, pepa earned the trust and respect of his fellow scholars. it wasn’t hard to redeem himself for rata x in their eyes. after all, he’d returned with the data crystal, and the dead had all been inquest. pepa struck up a quick friendship with kekt, who was a novice at the same time, got incredibly deft at navigating unstable and heavily trapped ruins, and became a resident expert on the stone summit dwarves, in contrast to kekt’s expertise on the deldrimor. he miniaturized the VOED lens into a handheld device powerful enough to see through seven planes of magic, allowing him to detect artifacts of interest as well as curses and hidden defensive devices with relative ease, as long as they used magic. after he presented his lens to the priory’s top archaeologists, he was rewarded with his own team—the Dangerous Artifacts Recovery Krewe, or D.A.R.K.

the krewe was exactly what it said on the tin. they extracted powerful artifacts from sites around the shiverpeaks and sometimes farther afield.

caius was an iron legion tank engineer who’d been traded to the priory for a ghost expert. he designed, built, maintained, and drove the krewe’s ATV, a combination charr car/dredge drill and all around sweet ride that let them access high peaks and deep caverns. he doubled as a rocks expert who could determine whether a cave or tomb was urgently likely to collapse on their heads.

pepa’s lens and proclivities for stealth, parkour, and trap disarming would get them through a dangerous structure, while maj, a raven norn, and kekt provided historical context and insight.

renada, a former thief and fence for kryta’s bandits—identified items of interest for the priory to either examine, repatriate to their cultures of origin, or sell off to fund more research.

being trusted with founding D.A.R.K. was a major compliment, but also a test of pepa’s ability to work with other races. while gixx had no problem with pepa’s closeness to kekt, as they had great research partner chemistry, he had noticed that pepa tended to associate almost exclusively with other asura. he mistook this for common elitism, assuming pepa thought of himself as too good to work with bookahs. in reality, it was a different type of asura supremacist thought that was keeping pepa isolated from other scholars—anxiety, taught to him by his father, about abusing his intellect and curiosity to the detriment of other, more fragile races. this worry was hammered out of him in a matter of days by his new human, charr, and particularly norn teammates. but it still lingered when he had to face sylvari. around them pepa was edgy, uncertain, frustratingly polite at the cost of productivity and clear communication. he’d already let dopt down once by collaborating with inquest, and was terrified he’d do it again by causing one of these strange, delicate-looking plant people to get hurt.

in 1324, kekt was given an opportunity to specialize full time in dwarf lore, which he eagerly took. maj tried out for the rank of archon, got the promotion, and moved to the priory’s labs, and riding the tide of change, renada “pulled back” from field work after a um. workplace safety lapse. (got too curious about a cursed stone summit ritual knife she’d flagged for secure storage, took it out to look at, and got three fingers instantaneously stripped to bone. the bitch of it is, it wasn’t even one of the treasures she was thinking about pawning on the side for personal funding! the fingers still work. they’re just animated bone now.)

rather than let D.A.R.K. disband, gixx assigned two hotshot new priory members to the krewe—bonnie shaw, a kid necromancer from ascalon whose raw, unpolished skill let her talk to spirits to learn more about sites and objects, and the newly minted magister sieran. although both of them were much younger than caius or pepa, and despite pepa’s fears about working closely with a sylvari, they were all thick as thieves well before a year passed, and had a major triumph together with the discovery and destruction of the sanguinary blade. the new D.A.R.K. was less balanced and cautious than the old, but with the rookies’ enthusiasm and magical firepower they seemed unstoppable.

and then the risen moved on claw island, and everything went south fast.

[theseshipsshallsail]

Happy Friday, Peaches, new chapter of the reunion fic coming right up 🍑

Considering the state of the world right now, I'm going to give a quick heads-up for this chapter. It's nothing detailed, but at one point our boys are discussing a piece of artwork called the Angelus Novus - https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Angelus_Novus - an idea that's fascinated me for years, and in doing so touch on Nazi Germany and the persecution of the Jewish race. So if you might find that triggering just skip ahead a few paragraphs after 'He flashes his teeth' and jump back in at 'Neither,” Elio says, whiskey-warm.'

You won't miss anything plot-wise, and the happy ending will still be waiting for you after 😘❤️

Chapter 5

A merry whoop is the only warning he receives before Elio zips in front of him, the whipcord muscles of his calves pumping furiously as they crest the gruelling hill. Oliver deviates to the right - clenching the handlebar tightly - then straightens from the saddle to overtake him on the downhill; emerald-green oxford flapping behind him with each bump and bend of the winding lane. 

The burnished wheat fields are steeped in familiarity. As too are the sentinel sunflowers raising their befuddled blooms. They’d pedalled this route innumerable occasions their amber-coated summer: chitchatting about all and nothing as they manoeuvred side by side. Oliver knows every inch of this countryside - just as he once knew every inch of the man beside him - but it’s the overgrown track half-shielded by a rotund cedar that has him slamming on the brakes; his front tyre strewing pebbles like confetti while he just about manages to remain vertical.

“Oliver?” 

Dismounting gingerly, he kicks at the pervading weeds. “Is that…”

“My spot?” Elio walks his faithful leri backwards. “I’m impressed you remember,” he says, and Oliver laughs; the crisp, monosyllabic rasp of the supremely bewildered. 

“Of course I remember,” he replies, acid souring his throat. “I'm like you. I remember everything.”

The thunderbolt compulsion to investigate further is undeniable, so with a bit of nudging, tussling, and under-the-ribs poking they stomp a gulley through the thickset juniper attempting to conceal the sacrosanct sanctuary ahead. 

Just like the postcard, the copse itself is interspersed with wildflowers: tall, marine pines hosting a riotous clatter of starlings in their branches when they balance their bicycles against them. The turquoise cove glistens crystalline as ever, and across the bay - with a fair amount of squinting - he’s able to parse the Perlman’s rooftop and adjacent villa where Vimini was wont to appear in her floppy hat and flamboyant outfits like some astute Mexican bandit.

“He’s oblivious, our Elio,” she’d told him one morning, gaze intent on a fractious hermit crab she’d wheedled from a low-tide rock pool. “He works so hard at pretending not to like you, yet only succeeds in deceiving himself. He does, though. I know he does,” she’d continued with that innate bluntness he found so endearing. “And it’s easy to see you like him back.”

“More than he knows,” Oliver’d confided, returning the beady-eyed crustacean to its native habitat. “And definitely more than he likes me.” 

“I beg to differ,” Vimini’d muttered, jabbing at a clump of slimy seaweed. “But that’s because I’m a genius. And smarter than the pair of you combined…”

No legacy is so rich as honesty.

“The last time I came here,” Elio says, interrupting his wool-gathering. “...was the day I called you home.” Dropping to the sloped pasture, he sets about undoing his laces. “The time before that...” 

“Was with me.” It’s less a question than a statement.

“Giusto.” Elio tugs off his socks. Heaps them with his mobile. “Twenty years.” He doesn’t sound accusatory, but there's a mild sort of resignation in his lilt that slashes like a blade. Lodges in his heart like a particularly intractable chigger. “Feels like forever…” 

Oliver sighs. “Feels like yesterday,” he says, shucking his espadrilles as Elio cants back on his elbows, tipping his chin at the Alpi Orobie’s gushing tributary.

“The meaning of the river flowing is not that all things are changing so that we cannot encounter them twice, but that some things stay the same only by changing.” He flashes his teeth. “Have you ever heard of the Angelus Novus?”

Vaguely, Oliver thinks, having touched on the subject for a sophomore midterm. “From Walter Benjamin’s thesis?”

“A Philosophy of History,” Elio confirms, crossing his legs at the ankles. “The original is a 1920s oil-transfer produced by Paul Klee. Benjamin acquired the monoprint, but committed suicide whilst fleeing the Nazis, so bequeathed it to his friend, Gershom Scholem: an eminent academic.”

“Currently part of a collection in the Israeli Museum,” Oliver recalls, intensely curious. “What of it?” 

Elio beheads a violet aster. “Well,” he begins, twirling it lazily. “According to Scholem, Benjamin felt an almost mystical identification with the image; describing it as the Angel of History. He believed it was caught in a storm,” he continues, removing the petals one-by-one. “That before it lies the past; a shambolic mass of births and deaths. Wars, won and lost. Entire generations wiped out at a despot’s whim.” A pause. “Things we humans pretend can be straightened into tidy little spreadsheets of cause and effect.” Elio discards the mangled flower. Selects a seeded dandelion instead. “In any event, the angel sees the wreckage for what it is. Wants to put things right, even. Awaken the dead. Restore what’s been smashed. But it’s stuck, tu vois? Buffeted by that almighty wind. Anxiously stumbling backwards into a future it can’t see. Unable to alter the past it can’t reach.” 

“And this wind?” Oliver asks, the pull of Eros all-encompassing. “Is it fate, then? Within Scholem’s metaphor? Or the will of God, perhaps?”

“Neither,” Elio says, whiskey-warm. “It’s what one might call progress.” He smiles - sharper, brighter - then leaps up with boyish vigour; yanking the striped material of his polo-shirt over his head. “Enough of this,” he says, adding it to the pile. “No more speeches, d’accord?” And if the hypnotising glint of his Star of David wasn't liable to make Oliver’s breath stutter, the titanium bars adorning his dusky nipples damn near knock him to his knees. “Catch me if you can, Americano!” Elio yells, already wading into the shallows, so Oliver rids himself of his shirt, wallet, and watch, and prepares to give chase. 

His cargo shorts should dry soon enough - better that, than chance sporting an erection in thin cotton underwear - howbeit plunging into the frigid lake he lets out an involuntary yelp, immediately deciding that’s a moot concern anyway. The current is more robust in the centre - of which his quarry conducts a beeline - and Oliver prays for his extremities as he twists into a nimble corkscrew; the tantalising peek of Elio’s pale limbs ratcheting his pulse until he surfaces from the abstract depths.

Monet’s berm comes rushing in - 

The high-pitched trill of a house-martin in the stunted palms.

The shrinking roar of a vespa as it climbs the remote mountain pass. 

The soporific churn of the Mediterranean below.

- and digging his toes into the shingly sediment Oliver rakes the bedraggled fringe from his bleary vision, only to end up spluttering when a barrelling wave hits him full pelt. 

Elio’s giggles are like music to his ears - water-logged though they might be - yet Oliver’s not above playing dirty himself, and lunging for his wily opponent he tackles him from behind; lifting him up to spin him off-balance in retribution.

“Stronzo!” Elio cries when he almost dunks them under, but he’s beaming nonetheless as Oliver tailors them curve-to-curve, nuzzling his forehead to the velvet expanse of skin dividing his shoulders.

“You started it.” 

“One of us had to,” Elio says, snaking a hand to Oliver’s waist as he wriggles about to face him, and after nine long weeks of intellectual foreplay, all other bets are suddenly off. “I’m going to kiss you, mon amour.”

“Is that so?” Oliver asks, nosing the scallop-shell dip of his clavicle. 

“Assolutamente...” Livewire lips meet the tendons of his neck: a magnetic spark both seductive and searing. “Unless you tell me no, that is.”   

A broken-glass cough claws at Oliver’s oesophagus. “Whyever would I tell you no?” he asks, sweeping the pad of his thumb through Elio’s soggy ringlets. “I’d give you the world if you let me.”

“If I’ll let you?”

“If that’s what you want?” Elio’s bravado turns bashful as twin specks of colour gild the apples of his  cheeks. “I want you, Oliver. Us,” he says hoarsely, then banishes the gap between them; ten centimetres and two decades eradicated in a soft, powdered-sugar kiss that dissolves too-swiftly upon his tongue, leaving him inordinately famished for more.

[latislab]

Finally have a name for my new project, "Viator Novus" will take you around the galaxy with your friends in a cozy environment! Obviously it's still a work in progess, but I'm really happy on how it's coming out! Let me know what you think! 🚃🪐

[ohnovei]

hi boobies 😁😁 just wanted to let you guys know that i posted a new fic... if you're interested in it...