#star primal

[tales-and-creatures-of-xadia]

Here it is, the last (?) new poster for season 6!

[wheretwofacesmeet]

Breathtaking scenery

[m4rs-ex3]

the stars . ݁₊ ✶. ݁ ˖ˎˊ˗

"and, to connect the lost spirit, we need the power of the Stars"

˚　　　　✦　　　.　　. 　 ˚　.　　　　　 . ✦　　　 　˚　　　　 . ★⋆.

-| 2 days • 6/7 |-

[xadianglyphs]

Star Iconography: Enhanced/Primordial Stars

This post is part of a series collecting, categorizing, and exploring types of star iconography used through s6. Reading the other parts is not required to understand any individual post, but they are related.

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So this takes a bit of explanation: a lot of people refer to the messy, many-pointed star-like symbol that we see on the book containing the Infantis Sanguine spell as "the deep magic symbol" but I personally prefer to refer to it as the "primordial star" since a) I'm pretentious as hell, and b) the term "deep magic" hasn't been introduced in the setting and we know so little about it, I think it's a bit presumptuous to declare "all of deep magic collectively has a symbol, and this is it."

The primordial star has eleven "points," which is a very weird number, but if all the similar symbols are related the number of points/rays is inconsistent, anyway. We see very similar adornments on Aaravos's cloak, but the arrangement of points isn't quite the same.

Back to that in a moment, but keep some of the distinguishing features of the primordial star in mind as we go over some of the other star symbols with more than four points: namely a) many points (duh), b) the points/rays are thin and linear, and c) the center is a circle.

Most of the star symbols with more than four points are eight-pointed, and the most prominent one we see in s6 (or at all) is probably the star symbol that appears on the blindfolds of Celestial elves who have been exposed to pure starlight. The symbol itself is a four-point star with a central circle, with four additional small diamond shapes added to create another four points. Within the eye shape of the blindfolds, the star forms the iris/pupil.

This is interesting because the star is a symbol of a new stage of enlightenment—to be exposed to the pure starlight at the top of the Starscraper on a moonless night is clearly a rite of passage for the Celestial elves, where their spiritual eye, represented on the blindfold that protects their real eyes from being tainted by the sun or moon, is opened.

So why isn't it the Star primal symbol? The Starscraper is encrusted with Star primal symbols, so it's definitely a big deal for the Celestial elves... but the Celestial elves don't actually talk about the Star primal much (or the Star arcanum at all, even though you could see both the moonless night ritual and the trial Callum undergoes as working to develop an understanding of the Star arcanum)... instead they refer to the stars more directly, not as a primal source but a separate, higher power.

Additionally, while there's a definite relationship between the Celestial elves' insignia and their blindfolds—the insignia is an eye within a star, the blindfold is a star within an eye—the star shapes are pretty distinct from each other. Like, why does the insignia only have four points (or why does the blindfold star have the extra four)?

Well, let's take a look at the other prominent eight-point star symbol appearing in s6: the central symbol of Amor Stella Vitae.

Bears more than a passing resemblance, doesn't it? A distinct four-point star, four extra shapes for additional points, and a center circle diamond.

Amor Stella Vitae is a whole thing in its own right, as the only "Star" spell we've thus far seen... and I put those quotes because I'm not convinced this is a Star primal spell in the way that like, Aspiro is a Sky primal spell. For one, it explicitly uses components beyond the source for Star primal magic (the quasar diamond). We've never seen that with primal magic before—instead it's a pretty explicit reference to dark magic, though the other components don't appear to be inherently magical the way dark magic reagents usually are. Furthermore, while Amor Stella Vitae does begin with drawing a rune in a manner similar to other primal rune spells—and note that while the rune could be called a four-point star, it's in an orientation none of the four-point stars we've ever seen have been—the way the rune expands on its own isn't something we've seen a primal rune do. Not to mention that if you check out my magic circle tag... well, pretty much everything aesthetically similar that we've seen so far has been associated with dark magic or Kim'dael's blood magic.

Here's the thesis I'm getting at: we're vaguely aware that there's a kind of magic distinct from primal magic—so-called "deep magic"—and it has some heavily implied connections to dark magic and blood magic. Additionally, Startouch elves are the "First Elves," predating the other primal elves—suggesting that the magical power of the stars may precede the primal sources, at least as known by elves and humans. There may be Star primal magic similar to the other primal rune magic we've seen so far, or it's possible that there isn't really any magic of that kind and it all has the deep magic-adjacent nature of Amor Stella Vitae.

Star symbols that edge toward resemblance to the primordial star—center circle, many points, and/or graphically linear—is a hint at that connection or presence of the stars as a power outside the primal sources. The Celestial elves are attempting to commune with that deeper power, though they respect the Star primal, possibly because it has a place in the Cosmic Order.

Other examples hint at age—a lot of the information we're exposed to about Startouch elves and the Star primal is lost to the other characters. In the scenes with Aaravos and Leola, the human girl has a line-and-dot design on her dress that resembles a four-point star as interpreted though the graphical lens of the primordial star... a connection I'd hesitate to make except that we see a similar symbol (though with eight points) in the Starscraper:

Similarly, the Celestial elves' Elder—the only Celestial elf still living from the time of the last moonless night—has a symbol on his visor that is distinct from the one the younger adherents receive on their blindfolds. His symbol is more directly reminiscent of the primordial star in its strong center circle and linear points.

One place we notably don't see these many-pointed or primordial-influenced star symbols is in the context of Startouch elves other than Aaravos. The closest opportunity would be the platform for the accused in the Cosmic Justice scene. Both that and the Starscraper elevator platforms are circles containing central four-point stars, but while the Starscraper elevator includes an eight-point star that works nicely with the circular frame... the Cosmic Justice platform manages to have a design that seems to go out of its way to avoid evoking a star with any more than four points.

Finally, to circle back to the primordial star and deep/star/blood magic, let's take a look at something I didn't call out when collecting examples in the first post of this series:

When the primordial star symbol was introduced at the end of s5, it wasn't hard to identify a relationship between it and the symbol on the back of the cursed coins, which were also prominent that season... but it was hard to explain what that connection might be.

Now we have a bunch more pieces of the puzzle. Starting with the cursed coins: the Staff of Ziard can empower dark magic spells, but the spells unique to it, and its core purpose, are related to the capture and transfer of essence/souls. In s6 we learn that a) the souls trapped in the cursed coins are in fact split, with one portion in the coin itself and the rest stuck in the in-between and unable to pass on, and b) the Staff of Ziard contains a quasar diamond, though it's a little ambiguous as to whether that's the source of its power.

At the start of s6, we see that Claudia has performed the spell to "use every drop of [Sir Sparkelpuff's] living essence to restore [Viren's] life," i.e., captured the essence from Sir Sparklepuff to transfer to Viren, and it's the same damn symbol. Then, at the end of s6, we have some kind of star-related magic (using the quasar diamonds) used to restore a "lost" soul to the living world—another example of magically moving essence around.

So again we have a connection between star magic and dark magic, in the Staff of Ziard (which enables dark magic spells that trap or release essence/souls) containing a quasar diamond, which is then used in a star magic spell to do essentially the same thing. Furthermore, if there's a similar connection between deep magic, pre-primal star magic, and the essence/soul itself as the inherent shared source behind all magical power—Startouch elves were the first elves, "We are, all of us, stardust," etc.—the primordial star symbol could also relate to essence/souls... meaning it makes perfect sense for a split or broken version of it to be associated with spells that sever or split souls.

Now, if I'm right, I suspect some of this is going to be very prominent in s7, with the whole "invert life and death" thing and us having been introduced to the in-between and other stuff. So yeah, we'll see.

[childofaskywingandastartouch]

Pearls Are Lovely Things

(Content warning :Blood, violence)

He'd hardly paid any thought to pearls, in all his centuries.

He hadn't thought of them at all whilst imprisoned, having far more relevant things to occupy his mind.

He'd thought often of one Pearl in particular, once his useful mage had retrieved it from the depths of his Unicorn's grave.

Now that one was no more, but it had four successors.

They lay in across a large stain on the sand, made of the same deep, deep red he'd sent numerous dark mages to stain their hands with in his name.

He knew that red, its sweet stench, its slippery sticky feel, he knew it too well now.

The wine of Leola's murderers lay spilled all around, even splattered across his robes. His chest, arms, hair, face, horns, and boots, and pretty much all of him.

A beautiful wine, a very matured one. Stored within the veins of these stars,left behind once their mortal forms had been unmade by ivory draconic.

They showed no true mercy, and no semblance of it was shown to them in return. Not even to the one who'd been named after something, which they knew nothing about.

Stardust shimmered in the golden light pouring from the fiery orange ball of the setting sun, as it sank behind ink-blue waves. Violet, magenta, lilac, rosy pink.

The remnants of these cruel, evil monsters, or of their bodies at least. Their souls were still intact, and he was surprised they even had such things as souls.

He grinned down at the Pearls, large white spheres shining with a blue-white glow,and tossed down his weapon.

Unlike his own, the inside of these four prisons were entirely bare, they'd have nothing in there to make eternity in a cage more bearable. Unlike him, they would never be free.

He'd considered dropping the Pearls into some abyss beneath the ocean, but that would give these bastards at least an infinitismally small chance of escaping. A Tidebound elf might accidentally find them, and even if there were no quasar diamonds left in Xadia right now, more would form as time passed.

Instead, he raised his arms and began to speak, tilting his head back to gaze upon the stars emerging within the deepening purple of the evening sky.

If only they could hear the words that doomed them.

Casting them out just as they'd done to her...except, he'd made certain their fate would be one far, far worse than death.

"Ascendere, natare usque in tenebras."

The orbs shot into the air like arrows,rapidly soaring higher and higher, growing smaller until they were out of sight.

The Cosmic Order would drift away through the infinite vastness of the universe, far beyond this world.

No-one would ever stand trial before them again.

There would be no cosmic rules.

Callum, and other humans as gifted as him, would have no "gods" who forbid them from practicing primal magic.

He came back to himself some time later,on his knees in the moonlit water that lapped gently at the silver shore.

"Claudia's worried about you. You...alright?" Terry asked awkwardly.

He gazed down at his hands. The sea had washed much of that sickening scarlet off of him, in the hours that had gone by.

"I am fine. Tell her not to worry, and that I'll join you both by the fire soon."

As soon as the other elf had walked off, he rose to his feet.

He gazed toward her star,with a hint of a smile.

"You two would've loved each other,Leola."

His gaze was drawn away,Claudia was excitedly waving and calling for him,holding out what appeared to be a plate of pancakes.

He looked at his firstborn's light one last time, then walked towards his second daughter.

[shotmrmiller]

being at a haunted house with your friends only to get separated and end up alone in a random room. it looks empty, except for the usual props and you're just taking a moment to catch your breath, wiping your sweaty palms on your jeans only to spot something in the corner shift, realizing that you're not alone.

a guy as broad as the door behind him is in there with you, costume seemingly lower budget than the others (was he called in at the last minute? his mask makes him look more a criminal than whatever the hell he's supposed to be.)

he's a clean two or three heads above yours, his dark clothing making him hard to see, blending in with the jagged shadows created by the red (because red means scary, right?) flickering lights overhead, and he's standing right in front of the quick exit, neon green sign barely grazing the crown of his head. shit.

a sudden, ear-splitting noise activates your fight or flight response and you're out the way you came in a second flat, uncaring that you're running against the flow of traffic, harshly bumping shoulders into both visitors and actors alike, and instinct takes over- without a second thought, you glance back over your shoulder.

the guy you'd bolted from is moving with unsettling purpose your way. the crowd parts around him, letting him gain on you effortlessly, his hulking stature looming larger with every step.

his eyes lock onto yours and your breath snags in your throat- he's a hunter, staring you down through the scope of a rifle, as if you're nothing other than fresh game for him to take home and devour.

you push on even though it feels like you're swimming upstream, his gaze burning into your back like a brand, the icy fear slithering through your veins alive, coiling around your galloping heart, tightening with every ragged breath.

until you hit a dead end. cornered, every instinct screaming for an escape that doesn't exist. and then he's on you, presence overwhelming, reaching a paw-sized hand toward you-

"i thought you guys aren't allowed to touch us?" you choke out, his fingers curling around your wrist and you wonder if he can feel your racing pulse.

his breath warms the side of your throat. "says who, pet? you're free t'stop me." if you can.

(soap and kyle watch him come out with you in hand, looking like you're about to be sick. kyle gives you a water bottle and soap pats your back, telling you that if yer that scared, he'll go with ye next time.)

[primalsouls]

cold heart, warm hands

jing yuan x gn! foxian! reader

theme: fluff

warning: none

summary: jing yuan took a day off and decided to spend it following a certain foxian with a hot temper. if there was one thing he hate, is those speaking ill of his little fox.

notes: i've never written for jing yuan before, so! sorry if he's a little ooc haha~ anyway, i couldn't stop thinking about reader being annoyed with jing yuan following them around whenever he's off or not super busy and making snipe comments about it, but it never really bothered them in the first place. they just can't handle a very handsome man like jing yuan putting all his love and attention on them, so they can't help but feel super flustered lol~ anyway, enjoy, and any feedback, reblogs, and comments are appreciated!

“what are you doing?”

“hm? i can’t follow my dear fox around?”

“you’re a general, aren’t you busy doing something?”

“hmph— not today.” jing yuan said with a light laugh as he trailed behind the hot-tempered foxian. (name) clicked with their tongue against their teeth. their fox ears pulled back, twitching whenever the general spoke their name in that deep, husky voice of his. 

the foxian was out in the central starskiff haven, planning to do some shopping to restock their little café back at the aurum alley. but they found themself being followed by a certain dozing human they came to love very much. (name) glanced over their shoulder as they crossed the bridge, raising a brow when they spotted jing yuan looking over the rail with his hands behind his back. The foxian tilted their head before walking over quietly, standing a little behind the taller man. 

they studied his face, admiring the light complexion and the little mole under his left eye. it was like falling in love all over again. 

“if you keep staring at me like that, i might not hold back, little fox.” their eyes locked with golden ones, full of playful teasing. (name) let out a sharp huff, cheeks burning at the fact they were caught. usually they would throw an insult at the general for making such teasing comments but today they decided to spare him such silly little jabs. for a little while. jing yuan chuckled, continuing to follow his beloved the second they turned around to hide their embarrassed gaze and walked away from him. strolling through the haven was something the general rarely did and when he did, it was to tag along with his partner in their little errand days. 

jing yuan stood behind (name) as they checked around the grocery stand in the haven, placing the orders they would need for their own business. 

“woah, it’s the general!” a few voices gasped at the sight of the white-haired man. jing yuan didn’t turn around, his gaze still focused on his foxian lover as they huff and puff around the poor merchant, jabbing at his chest with little strength as they complained about something jing yuan failed to hear. 

“you’re always out of protein rice! who the hell would buy all hundred protein rice at once!?” (name) said, their arms spreading out to make their point. The shopkeeper only scratched the back of his head, swearing he knew someone with gray hair who always came by and emptied out his shop. (name) didn’t believe him and continued to scold the shopkeeper for being unprepared. jing yuan chuckled at the sight of the foxian’s frown, but his laugh died down when he heard a scoff not too far from behind him. 

“i don’t understand what the general sees in them? they’re so rude and mean-spirited.” a bystander commented to his friends, not realizing he was being slightly loud. “i’m surprised their café still stands with such a distasteful attitude.” he added with a scowl on his face. jing yuan kept quiet, his arms crossed over his chest as he listened to the conversation about (name). The others in the group agreed, expressing their sympathy for the shopkeeper and the general for having such a difficult partner. jing yuan wanted to turn around and shut down their judged comments about the foxian, but he felt a tug on his sleeve. 

“c’mon, i’m hungry.” they said, waving at the shopkeeper who smiled back at them with a bow of his head. 

“did you sort your issues?” jing yuan asked, curious about the agreement they came to.

“Yeah, next time he restocks, he’ll keep half of the products i want to be stored away until i come over and take what i need.” (name) explained with a nod of their head. jing yuan smiled, looping his arm with his foxian’s. “anyway, are you gonna be busy later?” they asked, to which the general shook his head in response. he freed today to spend it with his beloved. “then let’s have a date tonight. it’s been a while since we had one.”

“that would be wonderful. a nice evening alone with my little fox.” jing yuan teased, smirking when (name) smacked his arm, but not too hurt, as they stammered through their bashful words. jing yuan took their hand in his, bringing it up to his lip to press little sweet kisses on their knuckles. such a gesture made the foxian’s heart spread warmth all over their chest and beat rapidly. their timid gaze looked away, letting the general continue to hold their hand. 

those judgmental bystanders never met his partner to make such unnecessary, impudent comments about his (name). they were a flustered fox, but also caring and understanding (to some degree). jing yuan would defend the foxian until his last breath, but he knew that (name) never cared for anyone’s opinions on them. except for their boyfriend’s. and the only cheeky comments jing yuan would make always tend to be playful and endearing for his dearest, never meaning any ill-mannered in his words or tone. “i’ve heard that short auntie has a new recipe. should we try it out?” the foxian nodded, giving the dozing general a little dazzling smile. “then let’s dine at the delicacy pavilion.” jing yuan chimed, leaving them back to the seat of divine foresight, wanting to sleep in a bit before their evening date. their hands intertwined, swinging gently as they walked side by side and chatted along the way. Well, jing yuan mostly listens to his fox, admiring the features he came to love deeply. 

[nazrigar]

A simple scale sheet featuring all the Autobots I've drawn. Not too specific in detail, just illustrates how big or small each robot is in comparison to one another. Hot Rod is the shortest, Star Saber i the tallest, while Grimlock is the bulkiest.

Put Optimus and Elita especially close because I'm biased and they compliment each other's poses well!

[an-actual-floof]

every once in a while I’m forced to remember what a crazy loophole they tried to pull with Amok Time, essentially hearing “even though I didn’t sex or die, the shock of.. uhm killing the captain! Made me forget all my feelings for T’Pring! Crazy right! Wild how everything works out haha” after watching Spock and Kirk roll around in the dirt for a couple minutes was fucking wild

[hencheri]

ehehe okiee i’m glad ur doing well :3 so i only learned about primal play a few days ago but hnnnn thinking about it any of enha hyung line or like a couple of enha hyung line.. or dare i say.. all of enha hyung line dhjdjdj but wanna be their little bunny or kitty (against my will ofc🤭) n im getting carried away but like being their captive but sometimes they take u out in public to ‘play’ at a nightclub or smth of that kind,, they let you ‘free’ to run n hide until they inevitably find u…

and if u try to tell anyone about what’s going on or call for help, i just imagine one of them coming up behind u and grabbing you.. hnn maybe holding a knife to ur spine just out of sight… and being like, oh sorry, my girlfriend got a bit too high, don’t worry about her, i’ll take care of her… and nobody is going to argue with such a handsome man who’s touch you’re clearly melting under :(( u can cry and kick and scream all you want, you’re not going anywhere, they’ll always find u…

shdjjdjd this got away from primal play, but yeah when they catch u mmm taking u from behind? maybe im being dumb /lh but everything would be from behind like with u bent over smth or on ur knees with ur ass in the air, but i’m also thinking they just don’t take any time to eat u out or prep u bc ur just a stupid little bunny/kitty, u don’t need prep,,,, if u try to beg them to stop they tell u to shut up, bunnies/kitties don’t speak.. okie i got too carried away. but yeah i hope u see my vision? but /nf i just wanted to share that😭😭

18+ mdni.

warnings: primal kink, chase kink.

i see jake into that stuff just because he'd love to chase you and love the thrill of finding you. the others would need to always remind him to not be too rough, to not actually use the knife on you... i think he'd be the most excited about it, genuinely can't stand in place until it's finally the time to find you. it's when you think you can lose them that jake finds you, scolding you for wandering away a little too far... but he's not really mad because he likes a little challenge, and anyway, he still found you.

bringing pet play just has me thinking about jay and i can't help myself with that man... you're def his kitty, and when he catches you he's so ... soft? kinda caring? he's full of praise, saying he knows you'd never leave them, that you love them too much for that... you're his good kitty never going off too far. tbh, i think he wouldn't even wait for the others before already fucking you. he can share, but if he can have you all for himself just for a few minutes, he'll do it.

breeding is a must imo lol, they just think you're made to be bred, being fucked is your only purpose. heeseung really rules by this. it could even go into hybrid stuff, but his only goal is to fuck his cum into you, he always claims your pussy first just because of that. sunghoon is fine with your ass ofc, it's his atp because that's the only hole he fucks and he never provides more preparation then just spitting on your rim. but like sunghoon would be the one to leave you the most time to "run away" or like watch you from across the club, always making you feel like you're observed, that you're never really alone...

[basoogil]

ive been on a kirk spree lately (the cat counts its him reincarnated as a cat ok)

some close ups below :)

[of-the-eventide]

...who else could I love but you, my brave little spark...?

auraugust 2024 - myth truth

[wheretwofacesmeet]

[eldragon-x-moved]

pokemon mystery dungeons your stars

[xadianglyphs]

[witchofthesouls]

I love your bayverse Isekai AU, will there be any more snippets on the shenanigans with our feral wildling prime with equally feral newsparks and politically rogue sentinel actively failing and somehow successfully courting the said feral prime while simutaneously giving the metaphorical middle finger to the council regime.

You're standing in the middle of a pale desert. The white sand ripples without wind, and it's endless without anything in sight. A stark divide between the ground and dark sky. The stars are strange. Dripping like a child's clumsy first ventures into watercolors; saturated, vibrant hues fading into weak trailing brushstrokes. With enough concentration, you parse out the shapes of the stars, outlines squirming, moving back and forth, bleeding across the night like odd-shaped marbles.

Someone calls out, and you turn to see a fluttering-

______

You wake up, and the dream fades. The remaining echoes of crying easily meld into the newsparks' wails for your attention, even under Thundercracker's crooning engines, calm field, and fuel production. They look for you, blindly reaching out, fields refusing to settle until well entangled under your own and dozing on your chest.

______

Because you and information slugs don't mix, you're learning the old-fashioned way: direct practice.

And there's nothing in this current life nor your past human one that could prepare you for Iaconi dining etiquette and their culinary practices.

Sentinel is surprisingly patient and encouraging. Star Saber, on the other hand, is demanding and pompous as usual.

A few pieces of the cutlery are familiar in a vague shape-sense, like a spoon should be a spoon, but the spoons' handles have delicate metal leaves with tiny bundles of shiny berries. One grouping is so fragile that the shells jiggled as it rose from a well-hidden compartment from the table. Another clutch isn't round but more hexagonal. A blue hexagon-like raspberry with reddish fuzz.

There's also a tool that looks like a love-child between a well-used slinky and nunchucks and a doohicky that combined a two-pronged fork with a honey dipper.

There's nothing on the table that looks remotely close to honey or a sauce to use said dipper.

You deeply yearn for the simplicity of Thundercracker's cubes and her endless supply of snacks.

Biting the bullet, you commit to a spoon, and Star Saber exudes disdain as you try to scoop out the plain tofu lookalike on your plate. It jiggles and warps the moment the utensil touches it, and the berries, every single one, fall off. The hard ones bounce off, tinking across the table and floor, and the fragile ones splatter the tofu. A contained mess of color and sound clash as discordant strings and chimes overlay and warp.

Sentinel is then right by you. "Like this," he says, and he takes your hand to pick up the fork end, guiding you to twirl the dipper right over the plain tofu block. It quivers, and there's a lovely wind-chime noise before the entire thing flows upward, carving into long, unbroken chains by following the grooves, and artfully twirling backdown into a nest.

A plate of color-splattered noodles now sits before you.

Sentinel uses the slinky, applying the nunckuck ends to his thumb and middle finger and gently bounces the slinky over the noodles. The noodles slither their way into the middle, and after a mouthful is gathered, he brings the contraption near his face, flicking off the thumb attachment and the flexible tubing and 'drinks' his food as if it's a straw itself.

A sharp, ringing hum grabs your attention, prickling over your senses at vibrates in your field. When Star Saber stops circling the rim of the wine glass, the hum dies down as well.

"You failed when we entered." You stare blankly at the Seeker, and he clicks his glossa before explaining, "The most prominent member signals the rest to sit."

"But I waited for you because you're the most experienced!" Star Saber had literally spent weeks beating it into your processor about the teacher-student dynamic: who sits, who stands, who dismisses, and many other important, little steps of social nuance.

"Yes. If this was an educational setup, but this is a formal meal, it's the established Prime that signals to everyone else to sit."

You throw all caution to wind and reach over to the turn table in the middle. Sentinel laughs as you manually spin it until you reach your target: the deconstructed savory pies basket.

Star Saber remains unamused as you take a bite of the sphere, and spices flood your senses, coating your glossa with a hearty, thick gravy. The 'wrapping is supposed to be peeled, but it's completely edible and flaky layers.

It's a performance piece with the right sounds and gestures. The wrapping would gracefully unravel, and the contents reorganize itself into a sophisticated piece of art before settling into cups to be eaten one by one.

You find it more comfortable to eat the pie in one whole go. Star Saber deeply sighs at your atrocious manners and actually snaps at Sentinel when the mech decides to follow your lead.