#rimor

[knives-coltelleriacollini]

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[qualxon]

Family Ties

Prologue

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[nikolaraftis]

In what way will Zena become powerful? 👀

Like, does she have powers of her own?

Zena does indeed have powers of her own. She has the same abilities that all Mundus Rimor have: to interact with the walls between worlds and use weak points to travel between them, as well as within a world (so, a bit like teleportation, except she and all the others can't do it like a blink in the air -- they literally have to walk/fall/jump/climb through these weak points, and they come out the other side. There's a lot more detail to this, but that can wait for the book). Mundus Rimor also have a certain skill with tracking (as you might have seen me demonstrate the start of in a draft), more in the sense that they have internal compasses and are tethered to the places of their birth which helps guide them (i.e. their own kind of true north). If magic is something that evolves in a species (well, I am my own worldbuilder, so I guess I can say it does), then this way to find home (and sometimes to track/find their own kind) is an evolutionary survival skill. But those are about the limits of that ability. I don't want Rimor to be able to track anything and everything, that just makes the powers too convenient, and there are also a number of rules for travelling between worlds, which are explained in Bones Of A God.

Because of certain decisions Zena makes throughout the series, her powers begin to manifest in a more rare fashion. The meaning of her full name, Zenaida, is a clue to that. It's not all that significant plot-wise, just something cool to look forward to!

Edit: also, most of her power is not in terms of, well, powers. These abilities are one aspect of her as a Mundus Rimor, and her eventual ability to wield weapons another, but power is also an interesting topic where Zena is concerned because, at one point, she has to cheat her way into it. More on that in the later books though ;)

[musikblog]

https://www.musikblog.de/2024/11/ri-mors-sag-mir-neue-single/ Ri Mors aus Köln hat letzte Woche seine neue Single „Sag Mir“ veröffentlicht. Es ist bereits seine fünfte in diesem Jahr. View this post on Instagram A post shared by Ri Mors (@ri_mors) Eine instabile Familie, mentale Herausforderungen, Süchte und ein roter Faden von Traumata begleiteten seit jeher das Leben von Ri Mors. Mit der […]

[viridian-eternia]

what about erro? (sorry, i cant do the little accent on laptop) tell me more about them!

Errō, translating to ‘adventurer’ and ‘a mistake’. Once again, not a mistake, a being with love and life and-! is a Sapien that Rimor has met during Rimor’s travels. Errō has lightly tan skin, brown eyes with slit pupils, a scar across the nose, fangs, bottom-of-neck-length light brown hair, stubble on the sides of the face, and ears and a tail that resemble a fox’s. Errō is 288 moons old. This Sapien is not yet well-known.

[itslikeanavalanchee]

il rumore del vento...

chi ha già letto qualcosa sa che ho problemi di fiducia...ci lavoro...a volte però crollo...come ieri...che qualcosa mi ha spinto a chiedere alla mia ragazza di mostrarmi il telefono...

la mia sensazione era giusta però...non è perfetta come credevo, non si impegna come mi impegno io...e fin qui fa parte della vita...non so fino a che punto invidiare chi riesce al primo colpo a trovare l'anima gemella...c'e una serie di lezioni ed emozioni che si apprendono interrogandosi interiormente dopo la fine di un rapporto...ma la cosa che mi rende apatico è che mi rendo conto di essere sempre solo. circondato da tutti ma capito da nessuno...e allora torno sempre al mio punto di ripristino...

la moto...andare in moto è l'unica cosa che mi fa smettere di pensare...e alla fine credo sia la cosa piu pura che ho....

..il rumore del vento è il mio suono bianco, tangere l'aria intorno a me e sentire per un attimo di vivere in una dimensione differente...una dimensione dove non arrivano ansie, paure, e il pensiero opprimente di una solitudine da cui non riesco a uscire...forse mi accontento di quello che ho costringendomi a pensare che questo è quanto di meglio potrei mai avere...vorrei essere ricordato come se fossi il rimore del vento....

[spyglassrealms]

Alien cultures have mythology too! Every civilization that humans have encountered within the Diaspora canon has a cultural history with some sort of mythological tradition –often multiple different mythologies, in fact. Sophontologists generally agree that while specific religions are not universal, evidence shows that the concept of belief systems (created to fill in the gaps of a culture's knowledge) is common to most sapient species. Some examples:

A certain ziirb culture, the Driizunn, once believed in a great deity representing order, wisdom, and protection. This deity, Nzmarri, became the namesake of the powerful artificial intelligence which now administrates all of ziirb civilization.

Like humanity, the shyxaure named the planets of their home system, Aelycah, after mythological figures. The chief deity of the Elashareyu, a prominent shyxaure culture, was the god of the sky, Haaçayor. However, very close behind them in importance were Vymara and Valimora: love and death. Those are the two constants of the world in Elashare myth; the compromise between the need of nature and the desire of the sentient being. Valimora assures the cycle of nature keeps going, while Vymara allows the most important parts of a person to exist forever in the flock: their family, their legacy, their love.

In the ancient rimor civilization of Ilen, the sun was embodied by a mother goddess named Alai, who made the world Volkh as a nest for her children: the rimor themselves. This belief helped to drive the rimor's pursuit of spaceflight as an instinct to leave the nest and explore on their own.

Unfortunately, we do not have very good records of the skgri mythos, just names from which xenoarchaeologists must derive mythological roles based on context.

[cas-skz]

Going Gone

Jungkook (BTS) x Felix (SKZ)

Felix has the opportunity of a life time, and taking the chance could ruin his relationship.

18+!!!plz&thnx MDNI!

SKZ & BTS FIC REQUESTS: OPEN!!!

Editors note: yeshello. I saw Jk & Felix had a dating rimor and I was watching One Tree Hil (S2,Ep13) and it inspired this lil quick drabble

I hope you like it

cas xx

“If you leave, we’re over.” Jungkook’s voice rang through the apartment, stopping Felix in his tracks.

Felix had been given the opportunity of a life time, opening for a famous group that was touring the US. Felix knew the risk of leaving, but his dream was calling.

“What’s your problem J?” Felix said, his voice filled with anger. “Why can’t you just fucking support me on this?” Felix turned to face Jungkook, forcing back tears. “Why can’t I do something for myself for once.”

Jungkook huffed, his dark eyes locking with Felix’s, “You fucking know why.”

“You know Jackson means nothing to me.” Felix yelled, his hand quickly brushing a tear away. “He’s just helping me with my music. I don’t give two shits about the guy.”

Jungkook took a few steps closer to Felix, stopping once he saw him flinch. Taking a step back, he signed softly. “I just don’t trust the guy…” Jungkook said softly, his eyes dropping. “Please Lix…”

Felix took the last few steps to the door, opening it before looking back at Jungkook. “It’s not about trusting him. It’s about trusting me.” Felix said, slamming the door behind. The sound of glass shattering inside as he walked away.

Look ahead there in the distance Shadows coming through the haze You're the only one that listens To help me break loose from these chains.

The music blasted loudly in Felix’s ears. His eyes focused on the blurry trees as the bus drove down the highway. It had been two weeks since he left. Jungkook had texted multiple times, asking Felix to call and talk, but Felix always made an excuse.

A presence settled into the seat next to Felix, giving him a gentle nudge. “What are you listening to?” Jackson asked as Felix took out his earbuds. Felix shifted in his seat, opening his phone to show the Spotify page. “It’s from 2004, Walk Into The Sun by Dirty Vegas. It’s pretty good.” Felix said quietly, offering an earbud to Jackson.

The two sat quietly listening to music, Felix’s eyes focused back out the window as Jackson relaxed into the seat next to Felix. The touch of Jackson’s hand woke Felix from a light sleep, Jackson’s fingers had curled around the others. Felix’s eyes locked on their hands, and then to Jackson’s face. He seemed to be fast asleep, but his fingers gripped at Felix’s.

A lump grew in Felix’s throat. He couldn’t help when his mind started to trail, thinking about what Jungkook had said. How maybe Jackson did have other intentions. Felix did find himself bonding with the older male quite a bit during the last few weeks, but things seemed to be innocent for the most part.

The bus arrived at the hotel not too long after, and Jackson walked Felix to his room. “I’m right next door if you need me, ya?” Jackson said softly, his fingers gently brushing some hair from Felix’s face. Jackson stood for a long moment before placing a quick kiss on Felix’s cheek, wishing him a good night before heading to his room.

Once inside, Felix quietly sighed to himself before settling in for the night. It wasn’t long before he found himself outside on the terrace, wrapped in a blanket and staring blankly at his text chat with Jungkook.

When typing failed. Felix hit the dial button.

The silence on the other end was excruciating. Jungkook had picked up, but no one had spoken a word. "I think you were right." Felix said finally, feeling himself breakdown as the words left his mouth. "I'm sorry J. It was stupid for me to leave. Stupid of me to think this was just about music."

Jungkook sat silent on the other end, a bottle of whiskey at his lips as he chugged down another swig. "You're not stupid." He said finally, a long sigh escaping his lips. "We just...should have talked about it more, could have maybe figured something out." Jungkook's words were slightly slurred.

"Are you drunk?" "Why does that fucking matter?" "You know why. You aren't supposed to drink on your meds." "Haven't been taking them." "You're fucking joking. Tell me you are." "No one's laughing Felix."

Felix bit his tongue to keep from saying something he might regret.

"Talk to me when you're sober, Jungkook. I need to get some sleep."

Felix hung up the phone before Jungkook could speak again and put it on "Do Not Disturb." He knew what state Jungkook was in just by his tone, and it wasn't a good one.

"Trouble in paradise?" Jackson's voice came from the terrace next to him, causing a small gasp to leave Felix's lips. Jackson stepped into the light, leaning over the railing with a joint in hand. "Not exactly paradise." Felix said softly, his eyes falling.

Jackson had invited Felix over to his terrace to drink and smoke. Felix declined at first but was soon convinced, wanting to take his mind off things. While Felix didn’t drink, Jackson had given him a couple of pre rolled joints to toke off of. It wasn’t long before the buzz set in.

“So, wait. You’ve been with him for 2 years and he doesn’t want to take it to the next step? Sorry man, I’d get out to it if I were you.” Jackson often lost his filter when he was drinking, tonight was no different. “I mean, if you aren’t in it forever; then what’s the point?”

Felix let out the smallest laugh, his finger tapping the ashe from the joint. “You’re not wrong, but we’ve been through so much together. It’s hard to part with that.”

“Don’t you miss that rush though?” Jackson asked, leaning toward in his seat, glass between his hands as his eyes focused on Felix. “When you meet that new person and you just feel…” Jackson let his words drag out for a few seconds as he caught Felix’s gaze. “Sparks.”

Felix bit his lip gently as the space between him and Jackson started to close, lips crashing into each other before Felix could realize what was happening. Felix hesitantly kissed back, his lips slowly moving against Jackson’s, who’s hand was cupped around Felix’s face.

A wave of guilt washed over Felix as he quickly pulled away, his hands pressing into Jackson’s shoulders to stop his approach. “I can’t.” Felix whispered, his eyes starting to fill with tears. “I’m sorry, I just- I need to go. I need to go home.”

Jackson pleaded with Felix to stay. Apologizing for the kiss and if he made him uncomfortable. Felix insisted it wasn’t him, that he had to fix things at home.

Thankfully, the tour was mainly focused on colleges within a few hours range of each other. Felix managed to find a rental car and hit the road for the 6 hour drive. Music blasting to keep him awake.

Lately I've been feeling different Like I've come from outer space. Had I known there's something missing, When it's you I can't replace

The apartment stunk of alcohol, glass and paintings shattered around the room. Felix felt his stomach drop at the sight, quickly running through the apartment, yelling out for Jungkook. When he couldn’t find him, Felix quickly started to run to the basement storage area, where Jungkook would usually hide out and paint.

Felix slowed as he heard the grunts and paint slapping against canvas. Jungkook had headphones on, with the music so loud Felix could hear it. The paint hit with such force that it splattered the sheeted walls.

Jungkook caught Felix out of the corner of his eye, paintbrush dropping to the ground. Felix had tears streaming down his face, locked in place as his eyes focused on the painting.

A picture of the two, splashed with black paint. Another one similar, but with different colors. They said so much and so little at the same time.

The headphones hit the ground, and Jungkook started to run towards Felix, colliding in a deep passionate kiss. Arms tangled with each other as tears fell from both sets of eyes.

“I’m sorry..” the two said in unison, their foreheads pressing together, lips barely touching. Felix continued to kiss him, arms wrapping around Jungkook’s neck as he leaned up.

They fell back into the storage room, falling in a bucket of paint that kicked over in their steamy make out.

“Marry me” Jungkook said breathlessly.

[softlyapocalytpic]

The Parola Brothers

So, ignoring that these are the "modern au" picrews I made, here's some more side characters for the main universe!! (also. tracy's hair is supposed to be a different texture in the first pic but. picrews are limited! we make do with what he have.)

Knight-Seargent Anthony "Tony" Parola (2277/2287)

Scribe Tracy Parola (2281/2287)

These two are set to be pretty major supporting characters within the Brotherhood plot lines! I think they might get a side story that will feature them more as main characters to do with their time as Recon Squad Rimor, which is in my universe the first recon team to go to the Commonwealth! The one that did really well lmao

Tony starts out as a cocky hot shot with some really really bad hyper masculinity issues, amongst other things as a born and bred member of the BoS, and he's.............. just generally a LITTLE bit of a douche, who eventually. Does a lot of soul searching. And goes on quite the character arc.

Tracy has many of the same issues, but from a different end and it's a bit more of an internal struggle for him. However, being the younger brother and the one who had an interest to learn, he has a very different journey and reaches a lot of emotional milestones earlier than his big bro. He also was kinda forced to do a lot of internal examination earlier because... he was already doing it by examining his gender.

They both matter a lot for Leo's story and for generally the BoS story line and they have a very big place in my heart. Even if Tony is an idiot.

Here's some behind the scenes lore: OG Tony was planned to be "irredeemable" and than over time he just. Chilled out? Learned? And I wanted him to be a foil(?) to Rhys specifically since they'll be forced on a team together lmao.

The BoS effects this strange place where I love to make fun of them, get absolutely livid over most if not all of their choices, but I find them very fascinating to pick apart and write characters for BECAUSE of that.

Also, both Amy & Leo's original iterations were born and raised in the BoS and these two were made during that time period.

[corpulentcarbs]

Rumor has it, Yuudachi-chan likes to receive ear scritches.

"Who's going around spreading that rimor around base."

Even though said rumor is true and she's going to beat up the person who keeps babbling about her.

[charlezarrd]

Novembeat Day 18

Yeah. I know. I'm trying.

Read it on Ao3, maybe leave a nice comment. Writing is hard, ok.

Rimor Helium’s Travel Journal: An Account of A Fae-Dominated Planet

I first landed on the planet after the aftermath of some kind of turf war, I presume. Fortunately, the victors were already finished cleaning up, and I did not need to witness, nor document, what I presume was quite a gruesome scene.

At first, the natives assumed me to be a threat, in my small vessel, and I had to reassure them I meant no harm, and only wished to study and document.

The tribe I touched down nearby were primarily a group of plant-based Fae, with their group generally derived from Sunflowers. I’ve documented Fae of this variety before, and felt no need to do so again, however, the victors of the battle, a group of five insectoid Fae, intrigued me significantly more.

Each of them wore a red, shiny coat of natural armor, with black dots on it, that concealed an extra set of arms. Each carried a unique weapon made of a black metal I could not identify at a glance. Their dark skin shone in the glow of the setting sun, and their large black eyes reflected my own face back at me.

I asked them what had happened here, and their leader, who carried a polearm of some variety (I was never good with identifying primitive melee weapons), informed me of the battle they had just fought and won.

I said they must be quite skilled, if they managed to fend off a large invading force like the one she described with no casualties, and she gave me a look of disbelief. (Or perhaps simply confusion.)

As it turned out, a nomadic group of insect-based Fae, she explained, (possibly aphid-like in nature) had taken up the practice of cannibalism, for whatever reason. (I was not aware such a thing could happen. Truly, Fae are an interesting race!) This group of five had taken up the task of wandering and defending places from the invaders where needed.

One of her sisters, with a pair of long swords and a secondary pair of daggers, kept challenging me to a sparring match. I did not accept right away, for fear that I would injure her. Eventually, I agreed, feeling that I was being rude for declining.

She was impressively fast, even for me, I must admit. My beams seemed to be absorbed into the black spots on her shell coat, and she proved to be a quite formidable opponent. I should hate to face her, or any of her sisters, in proper combat. (Though I admit I held back significantly, as I did not want to seriously injure her) 

In the end, we came to a stalemate, as both of us were too quick for the other to land a solid hit.

Another sister, this one carrying two hand-axes, came to inform her sisters that it was time for them to move on. In the interests of studying their world more, I offered to join them and assist in combat when necessary.

They agreed, and I sent my ship back into low-orbit where I can call it down should I need it.

I have been travelling with them for several days now, and they are good company. I may come to regret this decision, but that moment has not yet come to pass as of writing this.

I shall make another entry once I make significant discovery.

There are a few drawings of local flora for the next few pages.

[autocampers]

¡NOVEDAD !NUEVA SEMINTEGRAL RIMOR KILIG ES LA MAS ECONOMICA Y CON POTEN...

[nikolaraftis]

Character Profile: Geronimo

Artist unknown.

Name, age, gender: Hieronymos “Geronimo” Sotiriou alias Jerome, 24 (immortal), male

Physical appearance; how the character feels about their physical appearance: fair skin with gold undertones, copper jaw-length wavy hair, pale Verdigris green eyes, Grecian nose and sharp jaw, tall and hunched stature, lithe figure, a scar running across his nose, more scars litter his body, impassive face, always wears an heirloom gold necklace with a compass star on it from his mother; he is absolutely beautiful yet he feels ugly and unsightly since he has not seen his own reflection for a while, though he used to feel that he was good-looking. Clothing: button-up shirts and a variety of waistcoats with suitable trousers and boots underneath. Wears suspenders under waistcoats. He won’t admit it, but for formal events, he will wear a men’s corset underneath his attire. Over top he wears a grey trench coat (casual) or overcoat (formal), but he starts the story in an Inverness cape that is quickly ruined.

Race, class, ethnicity: human, middle class, Mundus Rimor.

Childhood experience – family relationships, friends and key figures, lifestyle, education, activities and interests

Family relationships: all of Geronimo’s family are dead. His father, Konstantin Sotiriou, died before he was born, and his mother, Helen, raised him until she died when he was 16 from pneumonia. He had no extended family and was taken in by the Moralises until he reached adulthood.

Friends: Thaddeus Moralis was his best friend, and he was good friends with Echo whom he knew since he was a boy (and Echo’s name was Barbatos back then). He still knows Echo, but the two do not talk much anymore. Geronimo has since befriended Ryota Kurniawan who comes into the city to trade at the farmer’s market, and he’s agreed to bring groceries every month. Jezzabelle is another immortal whom Geronimo has known for a while, though they are not particularly close.

Key figures: Peregrina is the goddess of Mundus Rimor, and Geronimo is her champion. When Mercer attempted to steal from her pyramid of stars, Geronimo killed him, and returned the stars, and so was granted a wish in return. He wished for immortality, and he received it – but with some unforeseen twists.

Lifestyle: disabled, not very well maintained, he is pretty much completely blind and can only see faint lights/shadow. Though he has his own ways of getting about and living, his house tends to be a depression nest mess.

Education: Geronimo attended the Trouvaille Academy and learned many subjects, though much of his literary knowledge is now behind by 200 years.

Activities/hobbies: ceramics, weapon wielding, listening to the radio, animal care.

Interests: music, sculpting and ceramics, history, art (specifically really into textured paintings), animals.

Attitudes and moral beliefs: Geronimo’s attitude is cautiously ambitious and perfectionistic. His moral beliefs centre around what does right by the most people, but also what keeps him alive.

Current relationships – parents, siblings, romantic partners, friends, children, etc.: no parental relationships, no siblings, no current romantic partners, few friends, no children.

Religious background and current religious beliefs: not a particularly religious background, he just worshipped Peregrina, Hermes, and other gods like most Mundus Rimor until immortality began to weigh too heavy on him.

Occupation; relationship to boss and coworkers: retired self-employed detective and adventurer.

Main aspects of personality – introvert/extrovert, pessimist/optimist, thinking/feeling, etc.: Geronimo is an introvert, recovering pessimist, thinks more than he feels and yet he feels a lot – just keeps it bottled up until it leaks out in the only avenues possible.

What are they proud of? Ashamed of?: Geronimo has only ever been proud of his knowledge and skill, and he is ashamed of his failures and cowardice.

State of health: Geronimo’s health is perfect (except mentally).

Fears: death, sickness, forgetting, being lost, going deaf, claustrophobia, wolves/werewolves, never waking up.

Sense of humour: surprising, teasing, wry.

Core characteristic: representing the moon in his moodiness, the swells between calm and wild, his close but misunderstood connection to humanity and other creatures, he’s mysterious, cool, and has a subtle kind of friendship/familiarity. The moon also relates to his ‘sleeping’ curse (the twist to his immortality). His core characteristic is his self-preservation.

Inherent contradiction: Geronimo’s inherent contradiction of character is his fear of death and desire to bring an end to his life – since he does not register it as wanting a change in his life. He is stagnant because of his fear.

Favourites: jade green, pomegranates, Barn owls, spring, thyme tea, cold baths, duels (swords) (sport), sun showers, midnight.

Dislikes: dark chocolate, dancing, honeyed tea, coffee, itchiness, coughing.

[unabashed-lover-of-fictional-men]

dean, rimor has it that something fed on the alpha vampires blood. Do you think it is worth fighting ?

"Very much so, anything that feds on the Alpha Vampire needs to be taken care of asap, who knows what kind of power it could have"

[viridian-eternia]

what are some of the other words "Rimor" translates to?

Rimor (pronounced 'ri-MORE'): meaning 'explorer' in the language of Eternity. Rimor: a word in the latin language meaning 'a joke'. This joke is subject to ridicule. This joke is not a joke. This joke is not funny. This joke is a person.

And what of Errō?

[chronivore]

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