#student oath-taking ceremony

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Shiksha Niketan School Inaugurates New Student Council

Newly elected leaders take oath of office in ceremonial event Shiksha Niketan School in Telco held a formal inauguration ceremony for its student council, emphasizing leadership and responsibility. JAMSHEDPUR – Shiksha Niketan School in Telco conducted its student council inauguration ceremony on Wednesday, welcoming newly elected student leaders. The event took place in the school’s prayer hall,…

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Historical Timeline of Events: Past Events

2047:

Autumn

Dr. Noah and Zayne go back to visit Skyhaven University and watch the First-Year Medical Student Oath Ceremony

Character ages:

Rafayel age: "23"

Zayne age: 25 (or 26 if past September)

Sylus age: 27

Xavier age: “36”, turns “37” in October

2046:

Zayne receives the Starcatcher Award

Zayne receives the Linde Award

Dr. Cooper becomes an attending surgeon at Akso Hospital

Character ages:

Rafayel age: "22"

Zayne age: 25

Sylus age: 26

Xavier age: “36”

2045

Spring, around New Years Day:

Arthur visits a cemetery with his granddaughter and spots Xavier there

This year, the Chronorift Catastrophe was 11 years ago

Character ages:

Rafayel: "20", turns "21" in March

Zayne: 23, turns 24 in September

Sylus: 24, turns 25 in April

Xavier: “35”, turns “36” in October

2043:

Zayne graduates from Skyhaven Medical School, obtained his MD, and started working at Akso Hospital in the Division of Cardiac Surgery

Dr. Joelle becomes Chief of Division of Cardiac Surgery

Zayne assists at the battle on Mt. Eternal, providing medical support

Dr. William (from the Evol Special Rescue Unit) dies on Mt. Eternal fighting Wanderers

Character Ages:

Rafayel: "19"

Zayne: 22

Sylus: 23

Xavier: “34”

2040:

The year Dr. Noah says Skyhaven University's cafeteria was probably renovated

Character ages:

Rafayel: "16"

Zayne: 19

Sylus: 20

Xavier: “31”

2037:

Linkon City is mostly rebuilt after the Catastrophe

Philo flower shop has opened where Sweetie's Cake Shop once stood; also serves as Jeremiah's residence

Character ages:

Rafayel: "13"

Zayne: 16

Sylus: 17

Xavier: “28”

2035:

Hunter's Association officially established on January 1st of this year

Azure Square is newly rebuilt

Zayne starts studies at Skyhaven Medical School

Character ages:

Rafayel: "11"

Zayne: 14

Sylus: 15

Xavier: “26”

2034:

UNICORNS established

The Deepspace Tunnel appeared above Linkon City

The Chronorift Catastrophe

Grandma Josephine takes protaganist in and becomes her guardian. Protaganist age is said to be "7"

Ruins of Lemuria discovered by an archeological team from the Deepspace Academy (Ms. Eleanor, Yennifer, Frederick, and Professor Sean)

Lumiere first emerges

2034:

Summer

Jeremiah starts actually living at his rented house

The Wanderer attack

Sweetie's Cake Shop is destroyed

Bella's death

Character ages:

Rafayel: "10"

Zayne: 12, turns 13 in September

Sylus: 14

Xavier: “24”, turns “25” in October

2033:

Winter:

Xavier fakes his death

Character ages:

Rafayel: "9"

Zayne: 12

Sylus: 13

Xavier: “24”

Summer:

Jeremiah: a friend of Xavier's. They're both from the Backtrackers

Bella: works at Sweetie’s Cake Shop with her father

Three days after New Years Day:

“Noah” retrieves the missing Archives file from Xavier's mailbox where he left it for him. He wants to use it for a new identity.

Xavier refers to “Noah” as his “former friend” and the end of that conversation

New Years Day:

Xavier decides it's time for him to leave the Evol Special Task Force

Character ages:

Rafayel: "8", turns "9" in March

Zayne: 11, turns 12 in September

Sylus: 12, turns 13 in April

Xavier: “23”, “24” in October

2032:

Dr. Joelle starts as a fellow at Akso Hospital

Spring:

Xavier joins the Bloomshore District Evol Special Task Force, Team 013

Xavier is said to be 23 years old

Arthur's 9th year as Captain of Team 013

Arthur's 16th year as a police officer with Evol Special Task Force

Character ages:

Rafayel: "8"

Zayne: 10, turns 11 in September

Sylus: 12

Xavier: “23”

2029:

Dr. Joelle graduates from Beiyang University

Character ages:

Rafayel: "5"

Zayne: 8

Sylus: 9

2027:

Arthur is injured on a mission. Significantly diminished his mobility

Character ages:

Rafayel: "3"

Zayne: 6

Sylus: 7

2024:

Rafayel is born on March 6th? (But he's Lemurian, so his listed age will be in quotations)

Character ages:

Zayne: 3

Sylus: 4

2023:

Arthur becomes Captain of Evol Special Task Force Team 013

Character ages:

Zayne: 2

Sylus: 3

???:

In 2033, Arthur says SD19940122 was an event that happened “decades ago”

2021:

Zayne is born in September

When Team 013 had last had a new recruit

Dr Joelle begins studies at Beiyang University

Character ages:

Sylus: 1

2020:

Sylus is born in April

2016:

Arthur begins his career as a police officer with the Evol Special Task Force

1900:

White Bear founded (a company that sells cup noodles)

Sometime prior to 1833:

Traceback II crash landed on Earth

"Jeremiah" came to Earth with Xavier/the Backtrackers

1749:

Lizio Auctions founded

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The Bonds That Break Us (Rhysand x Female! Reader) Final Part

Part 1 , Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6

Request: "Would you do a Rhysand x fem!reader series? Maybe fem!reader is Rhysand's mate and Tamlin's sister? So secret love?"

AN: I'm sorry this took me a little while guys. I'm currently a sick college student without the funds for Dayquil so we've been struggling. I hope you all like this <3

Summary: It was almost as if the cauldron liked to play games, as if it had sensed years of boredom and predictability and begged to be entertained. Its method of absolving its melancholy? Mate the High Lord of the Night Court to the younger sister of the High Lord of Spring. 

Warnings (so far): mentions of physical abuse, mentions of SA, major sexisim, SMUT, dirty talk, Oral (male and female receiving), Slight breeding kink?, angst,

Word count: 5475

(all photos are from pinterest)

I glanced through the crevice in the oak doors and beheld the most serene image I have ever witnessed, perhaps ever will witness. Candles lighted the room giving it a warm, faint, glow. The smell of night blooming jasmine filled the air and not a sound could be heard from the small chapel. Rhys stood tall and proud, a crown atop his beautiful head. All members of the inner circle stood around, getting ready to bear witness to the ceremony about to take place. 

I smoothed my hands over my wedding dress once more. I had frantically gone shopping with Mor the day after Rhysand asked me to be his High Lady. With the council meeting to discuss my fate coming so soon we had no time for a grand ceremony, but I couldn’t have been happier with the way things had turned out. Even though the dress was last minute it was perfect, and I couldn’t have pictured anything else I would’ve married Rhys in. 

If you’re having second thoughts mate we can always postpone, Rhysand’s voice crooned into my mind. I looked through the crack in the door to find a somewhat worried expression on his face. 

“Far from it my love, I was just making sure I look perfect.” I giggle down the bond. 

I’m dying to see you in a wedding dress.

I smile and decide not to wait any longer to fulfill his desires. I leave a light knock on the double doors signaling for the men on the other sides to open them up. Immediately all eyes are on me. Normally I would panic or flee or worse, but not tonight. Tonight I locked eyes with Rhys, admiring that unique shade of violet that pulled me in from the moment I set eyes on him. The aisle was short and within a few steps I was clasping hands with Rhys. 

“You’re so beautiful mate,” he gushes, pressing a kiss to my forehead.

“You clean up pretty good yourself mate,” I smile, squeezing his hands as we both turn to the priestess. 

“We all gather here today to be witness to the union of these two fae, and the crowning of our new High Lady of The Night Court,” the priestess begins and turns to Rhysand, “Do you, Rhysand, High Lord of the Night Court, take y/n to be your wife, to have and to hold from this day forward, for better, for worse, for richer, for poorer, in sickness and in health, to love and to cherish, till death do you part?” 

Rhys regarded me with a familiar gaze, one he had cast a thousand times, but this time held a distinct quality. It was a look of pride, something I had never seen before him. I had never held such significance for anyone. His gaze conveyed a sense that I was everything he had ever desired, the missing piece in his puzzle—lost and now found.

“I do,” he smiled and a tear fell down his cheek. 

The priestess turned to me, “Do you, y/n, Princess of the Spring Court, take Rhysand to be your husband, to have and to hold from this day forward, for better, for worse, for richer, for poorer, in sickness and in health, to love and to cherish, till death do you part?” she said. 

“I do,” I say to Rhys without hesitation. Down the bond I can feel joy in his heart rise. 

“Y/n,” she begins again. “Will you swear the oath of High Lady?” 

I smile and feel my nerves pick up but I answer truthfully, “I will,” 

The priestess picks up a glittering crown and holds it in her hands. The large diamonds atop it remind me of the stars that lie over the Illyrian mountain. “Do you y/n promise to serve and protect the Night Court? Do you promise to uphold the customs and practices of its people? To lay down your life for the sake of this court and always act in its best interest whatever the consequence?” she asked me. 

“I solemnly promise to do so,” I say assuredly. 

“Then I crown thee, High Lady of the Night Court,” she says, placing the crown on my head, the weight of it comforting me. “And by the power vested in me, by our High Lord Rhysand of the Night Court, I pronounce you both husband and wife. Rhysand, you may kiss your wife and your High Lady.” the priestess mused. 

“With pleasure,” he smiled before placing a hand on my cheek and pulling me in for a deep kiss. I couldn’t help but smile as I felt his rogue tear of happiness caress my cheek. 

I broke the kiss and looked into his eyes as I raised a hand to cup his face. He was so handsome, so perfect and he was mine. All I could think of was one word, husband. 

“Hell yeah I have a sister now!” Cassian shouted, picking me up and swinging me around before putting me down and engulfing me in a massive bear hug. I backed away to see Cassian’s happy face and then I felt a hand placed  on my shoulder.  

“We have a sister Cass,” Azriel crooned and I turned to give him a hug as well.

“Welcome to the family y/n!” Mor shouted, throwing her arms around me and it wasn’t long until the whole inner circle was giving me the world's longest group hug. 

Not the inner circle anymore, my family. The word used to taste like venom in my mouth, my family had never loved me, never seen me as anything but a means to power. A marble mansion that was so empty and cold. But now I had this, this family. This marriage might not save me from the demands of Tamlin and Eris, and me being High Lady might not give me immunity from Beron’s wrath. But it gave me one thing, something to fight for, not just my mate, but my family.  

The sun shined brightly in the Day Court like it did the last time I stepped foot here. Things had changed so much since then. Back then I had just met Rhys and he was begging me to just say his name. Now I walked in as his wife and his High Lady. Although my dress billowed behind me like I was going to a ball I had never felt more like I was going to war. 

Azriel and Cassian flanked behind us, normally they didn’t come to council meetings but Rhys told me he meant what he said, that he wouldn’t let Beron and Eris take me from him. He was prepared to fight our way out of this chamber, and was prepared to kill every High Lord in here. The scary part is that he was perfectly capable of doing so, especially with Azriel and Cassian with us. 

The room wasn’t abuzz with the usual chatter of High Lords and their companions when we arrived there. The second we crossed the threshold all eyes were on us. I couldn’t tell which drew their gaze the most, their princess of spring clad in black, the crown glittering atop my head, Rhysand’s death glare, or the Illyrians that flanked us. Each lord seated themselves presently, feeling our silent threat. Every lord but one. 

“Night becomes you, sister,” Tamlin drawls from where he leans over the long table, Beron and Eris seated on his left, Lucien at his right. 

“That it does, Tamlin,” I say, my words cold as ice. I feel Rhysand pluck at the bond showing his pride. 

“Rhysand, y/n. Please be seated so we may begin the trial,” Helion said. I had always loved Helion, and I could tell he wasn’t happy about this arrangement. But for whatever reason this is where the trial would be held. We do as we are asked, Cassian and Azriel standing behind us as the chairs here are not equipped for wings. “Beron, Tamlin we will hear your case, then Rhysand you will be able to state yours. After that the council will decide who is at fault.” Helion explains and nods to Beron to begin. 

“High Lord’s of Prythian I have brought this issue before you today because I wish to find a civil resolution to my case, rather than declaring war upon the Night Court,” Beron began. “A few weeks ago Tamlin and I had meetings discussing the betrothal of Eris and y/n. It had always been abundantly clear from that meeting forward that y/n belonged to Eris. All that stood in the way of formally announcing the engagement was solidifying the terms of the union, what we would give Tamlin in exchange for her and how many male heirs she would be required to bear Eris. She was the property of Eris Vanserra long before Rhysand ever tried to claim her.” Beron says with a confidence that I almost envy.  

It took everything inside of me not to lash out at the word “property” and Rhysand’s grip on my hand told me it killed him inside as well. I can’t help but feel some sort of fear, these men only see me as a breeding vessel, they don’t care for my happiness and they don’t care for my well being beyond my ability to bear sons. I don’t stand a chance at going home with Rhys.

Shhh, I’ll never let them take you. I’ll burn this place to the ground if they even touch you.  That beautiful, glorious voice cleaves into my mind and I let myself breathe again.

“And when did Rhysand make his claim on your sister?” Tarquin asks Tamlin, clearly still holding a grudge over the land dispute they had. 

“It started a week ago today, when my sister came home from what I thought was the Winter Court. She came into my office and told me that the High Lord of the Night Court had deflowered her and that because of it she no longer wished to marry Eris Vanserra. Soon after Rhysand broke into my court, attacked me, and stole my sister away.” Tamlin said. 

“You dirty fucking liar!” I stand unable to keep myself restrained anymore. I feel Rhysand’s hand grip my arm but I don’t care anymore. How dare Tamlin spew out such disingenuous claims in a trail such as this. 

“You are not a member of this council you useless whore and you will not speak unless spoken to!” Beron shouts standing as well, the moment he does his eyes go wide and pain laces his face. Rhysand stands beside me and I realize that he has his talons in Beron’s mind.  

“If you EVER speak of my wife in such a manor again, I will fucking kill you and every male heir you have Vanserra,” Rhysand booms, and even I feel a chill go down my spine. 

“Wife?!” Tamlin shouts in a fit of anger, taking to his own two feet. 

“And his High Lady,” I boast with pride and I scooch my hand to lay on top of Rhysand’s. All I can feel thrumming through the bond is pure male pride as the entire room begins to murmur their shock to one another. 

“Impossible,” Tamlin seethes, getting ready to pounce as the room continues in their sock and surprise. 

“Quiet!” Helion shouts above the crowd, and I don’t break eye contact with Tamlin. “All of you sit down now!”  

We do as we’re told but it doesn’t dissolve the tension in the room as we all continue to stare daggers into one another. Tamlin tries to cover his shock with anger but hides it poorly. 

“Rhysand, why did you attack Tamlin in his own court?” Helion asks calmly. 

“Because he threatened my mate,” he growled. This time the room gave a collective gasp and would’ve gone into full blown panic had Rhys not continued to speak. “I found her injured, freezing and starving in the dungeons below the Spring Court. If we had this meeting sooner you would be able to see the bruise around her beautiful neck from where he choked her.”

Neither party speaks save for the buzzing mumbles circling the room that followed the word ‘mate’. For me to be mated to Rhysand was surely the most exciting and scandalous thing to happen in a hundred years. Kallias was the one to finally break the silence.

“The laws of mates are absolute, and we will not stand by and watch this council question Rhysand and y/n another moment!” Kallias shouts, standing hand in hand with Vivianne. 

My head whips over to the High Lord and Lady and I expect to see something like pity in Viviane's eyes, but all I see is happiness and pride. Happiness for having finally found my mate, pride for having finally found the will to stand up for myself.

“I stand with Kallias and Viviane, if we don’t validate their mating bond, who's to say the council won’t stop with them.” Thessan says. “If I ever find my mate I don’t want to worry about them being taken away from me.” 

A collective murmur of agreement comes over the room and it seems that a verdict has been decided. Helion stands and the scrape of his chair echos off the marble walls quieting everyone down. 

“All those in favor of blessing the union of Rhysand and y/n?” he asks. Every single hand shoots up without hesitation, the only ones who don’t belong to the Spring and Autumn Court. “Rhysand and y/n. You have the blessing of this council.” Helion smiles. 

I turn to Rhys smiling brightly as the whole council room erupts in applause. His violet eyes gleam with pride and for the first time ever he drops his mighty High Lord act and smiles back. I throw my arms around his neck and kiss him and I can hear Viviane saying “awww” from across the room. We break apart and I can’t help but stare at him. Free, I am finally free. 

“YOU SELFISH WHORE!” Tamlin screeches and in a second he leaps across the table. He doesn’t get far before blue and red siphons are holding him back. “YOU TOOK EVERYTHING FROM ME!” he screams struggling against Cassian and Azriel’s power.

Rhys threw his body in front of mine and I put a hand on his shoulder and began to move past him towards Tamlin. He grabs my wrist and I turn to meet his violet gaze. His eyes laced with worry asking me to stay behind him. 

“It’s okay,” I say quietly and Rhys lets go. I walk towards where Tamlin is still struggling and stand right in front of him. I can feel Rhys’ tension through the bond but I push it away. “You did this to yourself Tamlin. I wish things had been different, I really do. I could kill you right now, but I won’t. But if you EVER step foot in my court, I will send out my General, my Spymaster and my mate to find you and I will let them kill you in whatever way they deem worthy for a male such as you.” 

Tamlin stops struggling, unable to fight against Cassian and Azriel any longer. For once in my life, I see true fear in his eyes. A male stripped of everything, his land, his power, his bargaining chip and now his pride. 

I turn and take Rhysand’s hand and he leads me out of the council room, Cassian and Azriel flanking behind us in case Tamin gets any bright ideas again. 

“My strong, smart, beautiful mate. I am so proud of you. You spoke like a true High Lady in there,” Rhys boasts as we walk down the hall. 

“I feel like a High Lady now,” I laugh, squeezing his hand.

“Just wait till later, wife. I have every intention of taking you home and fucking you senseless while you wear nothing but that crown on your head.” Rhysand drawls low.

Rhys can hardly keep his hands off me as we burst into the townhouse. In fact he doesn't. I'm the one who has to open the front door because his fingers won’t stop dancing all over my waist as he leaves open mouth kisses all over my neck. If this was his reaction to me wearing a crown, best believe I would be wearing them a lot more often. 

The door slams behind us and in an instant he has me pressed up against it already lifting my skirts. 

“Rhys, Rhys wait there’s something I need to do first!” I protest as he attacks my neck.

“Yes, you need to do me first.” he smirks, kissing me again.

“Rhys stop!” I giggle pushing him off and he finally halts his movements. “Have a seat, I'll be right back.” I smile before disappearing into the next room. 

I look around the kitchen and all I see are ingredients. I turn to make sure Rhys isn’t following me and find him sprawled out on the couch in a fit of utter frustration. I try not to giggle to myself as I raid the kitchen. Normally the townhouse makes food for us, so being in here is new. I keep opening up drawers and only finding utensils, towels and bowls. 

“Wife, I'm dying in here!” Rhysand groans from the living room. 

“One moment my oh so impatient husband!” I holler back. 

My eyes land on a jar of strawberry jam and I snatch it up eagerly. I walk over to the bread box and pluck a slice from it. I place it on an ornate plate and begin to spread the jam on top as neat and perfect as can be before carrying it out to the living room where my husband is throwing his temper tantrum. 

“Here,” I say, handing him the toast with jam. “I know it’s not much but it’s all that was lying around.” 

Rhysand’s eyes light up as I present him with food that I made. He takes the plate carefully and looks at it, knowing full well what it means for a female to present her mate with food.  

“You want to mate? Right now?” he asks bewildered. 

“Yes,” I say without hesitation. 

“You do know what you’re getting into right? I won’t act like…myself. We’ll have to go into the mountains for  a while. I won’t be able to control myself,” he explains further and I can already feel the arousal pooling between my legs. 

“Yes I know what I’m getting myself into. We can go into the mountains for however long we need. But I want our first mating to be here, in our home. Then we can winnow to the cabin. That’s my only stipulation,” I tell him. 

“I will agree to that,” he replies. 

I don’t even have time to say another word before he takes a couple bites of the pathetic toast I made him. While I watch him consume it, I’m sure that it’s the worst mating meal a female has ever presented to a male. Nonetheless, he eats it like it’s the best thing he’s ever tasted.  

His eyes flick up to meet mine and the plate is discarded on the floor with a crash. In mere seconds stands up and I swear to the gods he’s even taller than he normally is. His hand circles my waist and his touch sets me on fire, now that the mating bond has been accepted. His free hand tilts my chin up to him and he stares at my lips. I must look like a wanton whore begging for him to touch me. 

“Mine,” he growls before searing our lips together. The word alone tells me everything he said before this is true. This isn’t just Rhys, it’s Rhys in his most primal form. 

I whine into his lips and I feel him hoist me up in his arms with ease, despite the large amounts of tule that make up my dress. My hands are in his hair in an instant, nearly knocking the crown off his head and I grab it before it falls off. We start moving up the stairs as fast as Rhysand’s can carry us. 

“Best believe the first time I fuck you as my mate it’s going to be in our marriage bed,” he smirks before slamming the door to our bedroom with his foot. 

The second he talks about fucking me my skin is on fire and the buzzing sension I always felt when he was near was amped up times ten. Like if I didn’t get his cock in me right now I would burst into flames and die. He sets me down on my feet and I begin to undo the buttons of his shirt.  I feel him fumble with the millions of buttons fastening the back of my dress before a deafening rip sounds throughout the room and those millions of buttons are being cast off in every direction.

 I don’t even have a mind to care about it as the dress cascades down and pools on the floor. His mouth is all over my collar bones needy and leaving little bites all over me.

“You’re so fucking beautiful mate,” he groans between kisses. 

I feel my crown slipping and I move to take it off but I feel Rhys’ hand stop me. 

“What did I say earlier?” he asked. 

“That you wanted to fuck me while I wear nothing but the crown,” I say meekly remembering his promise.

“No I said I was going to fuck you senseless while you wear nothing but that crown mate,” he groans kissing me deeply again. 

I feel my legs hit the mattress and I fall back on it greedily. He stares down at me like I’m his own personal feast and he nearly pounces on me but I hold a hand up to stop him. 

“I want to try something,” I say before he can ravish me again. “Something I read about in a book.” I explain further. 

“Oh really? Well I won’t pass up that opportunity. What do you want me to do mate?” His voice is deep and husky.

“Just stand there,” I say before sliding off the bed and dropping to my knees in front of him. 

His eyes blow wide as I stare up at him from under my eye lashes. My hands go to his pants where I expertly un-fasten them and pull them down his legs along with his underwear. He steps on them and watches me intensely as I’m face to face with his aching cock.  

“Are you going to suck my cock wife?” he muses and the words go straight to my core as I wrap my hands around him and give a lick up his length. 

The sound that comes out of him is nothing short of animalistic. It spurs me on as I take him the entire length of my mouth and start sucking. Whatever I can’t fit in my mouth I stroke with my hands and the look of pure bliss on him has me seeing stars. He so fucking beautiful. His muscles are dripping with sweat from the need to cum in me, his eyes are closed taking every stroke I give him, and his lips are parted having the softest wimpers escape them. He’s never been more beautiful than he is right now and I can’t help but moan, sending vibrations through his cock. 

“Oh fuck mate!” he screams and his hands find the back of my head. I swear I’m so wet at the sight of him getting his pleasure from me that I might have left a wet spot on his carpet. I moan again to send another wave of vibrations through him. 

“Shit y/n I’m gonna cum, let me cum inside you!” He shouts trying to remove my head from his member but I swipe his hand away. 

I gently cup his balls and it has him emptying his load into my mouth. I work him through his orgasm staring up at him with the most innocent eyes. I pull my mouth off him and open it for him to see the evidence of his climax inside. I close it again and swallow, feeling the saltiness of it slide down my throat. I open my mouth again to show him that nothing was left and it has him spiraling. 

“You cruel wicked thing,” he growls, picking me up and throwing me on the bed. His body crawls over mine and I run my hands down his bare chest, toned and perfect and all mine. 

“Rhys I wanna try one more thing,” I whine but I’m silenced by his lips on mine. 

“I think it’s my turn now mate,” he whispers in my ear, making me shiver.

He kisses down my neck and my collar bones. I feel his tongue swirl around each of my peaked nipples and I cry out at the friction I didn’t know I needed so badly. His mouth presses a kiss under my breast and when he reaches my lower stomach he looks up at me with a feral grin. 

“I want you to know that I have every intention of getting you so thoroughly pregnant that every male in Prythian will have no choice but to recognize that you are my mate.” He growls, pressing a kiss over my womb. “But not tonight, and not anytime soon. For now I will take pleasure in showing them what an amazing High Lady you are.”  

His mouth trails down and kisses either side of my bare thighs. His hand runs over my stomach and down my leg to hike one knee up over his shoulder to give himself access to where I need him most. 

“Now watch how a High Lord eats out his High Lady, mate,” he grins before diving into me like a starved man. 

I arch my back off the mattress and my hands fly to  his silky hair. I accidentally tug his strands too hard causing him to groan, the vibrations stimulating my clit. He pulls his mouth off me and plunges his fingers inside me, curling them to hit that spongy spot that always left me undeniably breathless. He pulls his head back to watch how I take his fingers and his eyes catch on something. 

“There’s that perfect clit,” he smiles slowly lowering his mouth over the sensitive bud so that his breath fanned it. “Show me those pretty little sounds you make when I lick it, wife.” 

His tongue gives a teasing lick at the apex of me and I let out a moan that’s so high pitched it’s nearly embarrassing. He only chuckles before attacking the spot with a million little licks. The combination of his tongue and his fingers have me screaming his name in no time. 

“Oh gods Rhysand!” I scream as I hit my climax. Tears sting my eyes from the immense pleasure. Rhys has always been able to pull orgasm after orgasm from my body, but the mating bond heightens everything. 

“I need you,” he growls crawling back up my body. “Now”

I pull him close and I feel his hands flip my hips around so that I’m on all fours for him. I nearly groan at the feeling of him running a large hand down my spine. 

“Rhys please,” I cry, pressing my ass into his hard cock. 

“Shh, patience mate,” leans over and whispers in my ear. I feel his cock nudge my entrance and within a moment he is pushing himself into me.  

The stretch is enough to have my chest heaving in pleasure, but the full feeling of him inside of me has me letting out a moan. His hands grip my hips as he starts to thrust inside of me. 

“Always so fucking tight for me,” Rhys grits out increasing his pace.

“Harder Rhys!” I scream needing more of him. 

It’s at that moment I realize that I’ll never truly get enough of him. He could shackle me to his bed and never stop fucking me and it still wouldn’t be enough. The need for him was too great, even before the mating bond. Before I even said his name. I had needed him the second I saw that flash of violet. I’ll never stop needing him. 

“You’re fucking mine!” He growls as his grip on my hips tighten and the moans coming out of him are pure mated male. 

“Oh fuck Rhys I’m gonna…” I shout my words trailing off. 

“Cum for me mate,” he orders me and I oblige.

I climax so hard my vision blacks out for a second, my pussy contracting around him sending him sputtering and cumming inside of me with a roar and I swore the house shook. I collapse, burying my face into the pillow. I feel him gently turn my body over so he can see me. His eyes fall to where his cum is leaking out of me and he bends down to press a kiss to my clit again. 

“Mine,” he says, eyes peering up at me. 

He crawls up to me and pulls me on top of his chest stroking my hair. 

“So it’s official, I am now your wife, your High Lady AND your mate.” I laugh. 

“If I had more titles left to give you I would,” he chuckles, running his hands through my hair more. 

“I don’t think I could ever ask for more than this, more than you.” I say pressing a kiss to his chest and leaning up so I was straddling him. He put his arms behind his head and stared at me like I was a work of art. “I love you so much Rhys. I only wish the gods had given me a million more ways to say it. But I can’t make it any simpler than that… I love you.” 

“I know the feeling, sometimes I get frustrated because ‘I love you’ doesn’t even scratch the surface of what I feel for you mate,” he smiles. 

I lean down to kiss him passionately, hoping that if words can’t tell him how much he means maybe actions can. I know they won’t. His hands slide from behind  his head to my waist and my hair, pulling me deeper into him. My hips grind on his abs a little and I feel his hard cock brush up against my back side causing him suddenly to stop. 

“We need to get to the cabin,” he says frantically. “Now.” 

The cold mountain air grazes my skin as I sit on the bannister watching the sun come up. The silk bathrobe does little to keep me warm, but the breeze is refreshing. I glance through the window where I see Rhysand sleeping on the massive bed. 

We had been holed up in the snowy mountains for a week now doing everything but sleeping. He wasn’t wrong about the Frenzy and how it would affect our ability to function as normal fae. One night I tried to prepare dinner for us and we lasted about 10 minutes before he took me on the kitchen counter. As I watched the sun rise on the glistening snow I couldn’t help but laugh at the fact that every surface in that cabin had been defiled in one way or another. 

The birds began to chirp as I took another long sip of my warm tea. Never had I been so at peace. Never had I been so loved. It was as if every moment of my life had been leading to this one right here. To him.

I felt two warm arms snake around my front as Rhys placed a kiss on my cheek. 

“You’re going to freeze to death out here,” he mumbles into my neck. 

“No I’m not you big worry wart,” I giggle as his lips tickle my neck. I feel him wrap a blanket around the two of us and I lean back into his chest savoring the warmth of him. 

“What are you thinking about?” he asks, resting his head on top of my head. 

“I’m thinking about how everything in my life led me to you. How I’ve never been more happy and at peace than I am in this court.” I say honestly. 

“Your court my Lady,” he smiles, pressing another kiss to my cheek. 

“Our court, Rhys,” I smile. “What do we do now?”

Rhys chuckles into my shoulder, “We go home, we rule, and you let me love you forever.” he whispers, kissing my shoulder. 

I turn to face him, “I think I can live with that.” I smile.

(AN: wow I'm kinda sad that this series is over now. I feel like I'm going to me missing a huge piece of me :( I want to say thank you to all who read this and supported me, I never thought this would get as much love as it did. I hadn't written in so long, it feels so good to know that people still care about the things I dream up. Now I have some good news...

The next mini series is going to be about...

now drumroll please....

CASSIAN x Female! Reader

I'm so pumped to write this it's been in my head forever. Plot is that the reader is Rhysand's little sister and she is betrothed to Eris. So if you loved the secret love aspect of this series you're going to EAT UP the next one. If you would like to be on the taglist for it go ahead and let me know!)

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frostbite — pt. 9

pairing ; childe x gender neutral!reader

content ; childhood friends to “rivals” to lovers, slowburn-ish

cw ; direct mentions of cuts, injuries, blood and torture (dottore is mentioned so of course this comes with him), panic attacks

notes ; ANOTHA ONE‼️ yes that’s right bitches, i wrote up another fweaking chapter in between the time of the last one i published, HA

also, i’m really sorry for the sudden content warnings after the last few chapters having nothing LOL, i wanted to give a bit of backstory on how the reader feels towards dottore and what they’ve been thru with him and it’s,, a little messed up

finally, i know i was bragging about writing a chapter so fast but it’s partially because im going on a 3 day field trip this week and i didn’t want the days i don’t write to snowball like they did b4, and i also really liked writing this one!

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“from this day forward, you will honor the oaths you have made to her majesty the tsaritsa and you will stop at nothing to bring snezhnaya victory.”

zapolyarny palace always seemed to have a periwinkle glow to it. no matter how early or late in the day it was, the light from outside always shined the same shade, as if the entire atmosphere of the palace was in a different plane. but it wasn’t only the lighting- it was also the air, the chillingly still air, and the way any and every sound made inside the ceremonial chapel seemed to bounce and echo eternally, as if the structure of the building extended endlessly unto the ends of the reality.

being here made you feel choked.

lines upon lines of nervous recruits, stood still as perfectly as ice sculptures, as the harbinger on the pedestal spoke the words of the fatui initiation. the doctor, under his corvine mask, seemed entirely uninterested in his own speech, like it was only an unnecessary formality- which, in his defense, was exactly that. in fact, nobody in this room seemed like they wanted to be there, creating the most uncomfortable stillness possible. your right arm was also starting to ache from being held up across your chest for so long, fist tight over your heart.

thankfully, it was over before you could even realize. your fellow recruits scattered to leave the chapel, whispering to each other about how excited they were to finally be officiated officers. you don’t understand how they could ever be excited about this. eventually, you were the only remaining recruit in the chapel, staring into the ground as you were lost in your thoughts. so much so that you didn’t notice the doctor was still there too.

“you.”

the deep, emotionless voice you’d been already hearing speak for over half an hour now rang out in the empty chapel. instantaneously, your head jumped upwards to face the harbinger with a fearful gaze.

“you were the top student of the medical field, were you not?”

you nodded shakily.

“come. you’ll show me why you deserve to be here.”

you follow the doctor’s imposing statute around aimlessly as he leads you through dizzying hallways, until you reach a wide, dark room. light in the room is minimal and you could tell there’s several other people inside, even if you can’t decipher their features. the doctor shuts the door behind you and you hear a lever being pulled, the lights turn on soon after with an electrical hum. your skin chills as you’re finally able to see the other people- they’re all dottore. in all sorts of ages and likenesses, all of the presences in the room look exactly like dottore.

all the same light blue hair and uncaring scarlet eyes.

“omega. you’re back. is this the subject of the next operation?” one of them utters out into the empty room and you feel the weight of several gazes on you.

operation? you brush aside your bewilderment at the multiple dottores to truly take in your surroundings. the large room seems to be made of entirely different materials from the rest of the palace, like it was added to the building at a later date- it’s covered in metal plates bolted onto each other full of buttons and levers, the lackluster furniture is to match. in between the metal plates that consist the every surface of the room, there are thin, grated tubes with some sort of yellow, glowing energy flowing to and fro, it seems to be what powers the technology of the room. there’s several different cork boards practically drowning in scribbled papers and blueprints, bookshelves upon bookshelves full of thick dusty books and glass jars with either dubious substances or varied organisms floating in a transparent concoction. finally, at the very center of the room is a metal surgical table, attached to the tabletop are leather straps, as well as a small cart with seemingly medical tools on it. it’s truly undeniable where you are.

dottore’s laboratory.

and worse of all, it seems like a surgery was at hand. the doctor who escorted you here, apparently omega, orders one of his… clones to ‘fetch the subject’. one of them follows suit and clicks one of the buttons, soon after the surgical table starts to lower into the ground, like it’s on a lift. some minutes pass in total silence as the table remains disappeared and it’s in that time that you notice how violently your heart is beating, you’re not sure if you’ll die in the next proceedings but it certainly feels like it. finally the mechanical whirr of the lift returns to your earshot, it seems like the table is back.

unfortunately, along with the whirr, you hear terrified sobs.

your heart practically drops to your feet when the surgical table is within view again with a man on it. his chest heaves up and down rapidly with his cries and whimpers, his clothes torn and bloodstained. there’s a shove at your back and you stumble into the center, where the man is. another mechanical sound behind you and you turn to see all the dottores gathered to watch you, only they’re separated from you by metal railings that weren’t there when you walked in. within all of the stabbing gazes of the dottore adjacents, you catch omega’s eyes, who seem the most unfeeling and calculating of them all. every single one of them watch you like predators.

“you wanted to be a medic, didn’t you? well, heal.”

this has to be a nightmare, but why aren’t you waking up? the man’s sobs are incessant, like he physically can’t stop. gathering the smallest sliver of bravery, you turn back to the table and examine his situation. his outfit is practically ragged beyond recognition, but within what you can still see of it, you spot the fatui logo on his sleeve- this was a fatui officer. though more glaringly than that, are the cuts, bruises and pricks that seem to litter every inch of his body, all clearly intentional and strategized and oozing a scarlet shade that burned into your eyes. he was experimented on.

your hands shake almost beyond motor control, but you still get to work.

—

scrubbing and scrubbing and scrubbing.

the crimson specks gradually start fading from your hands, turning the sink water a translucent pink. you scrub and scrub and scrub, every surface and every crevice of your skin and it doesn’t seem to be enough. you scrub away the sounds of the man’s screams, his visceral reactions, but it’s not enough. you scrub away the image of the impossibly precise cuts on his skin, the ones you were supposed to treat, but it’s not enough. you try to scrub the doctor’s answer when you asked him ‘who was that man?’, but it’s not enough.

‘my last assistant’ he said.

your hands sting and you flinch, snapping from your brief spiral. there’s no sign of the blood anymore, the water is clear again. you know it’s completely clear because when the tears fall from your eyes and down into the sink, they join the water below seamlessly. you hear footsteps approaching you from the hall, somebody’s coming to the bathroom. you scurry to leave the bathroom, aggressively wiping your eyes to rid your skin of any wetness that might show you to be weak.

your wishes to escape this wretched day are unheard, as instead of leaving the bathroom done and dusted- you bump into the very person you heard approaching, because why wouldn’t that happen now. and why wouldn’t said person be none other than the eleventh harbinger himself.

“hey, be more careful wh- wait…” childe starts off his sentence with a warning, stoic demeanor, though it melts away quickly once he gets another glance at you. he seems to entirely pause to take in every little detail of your appearance before him, while you do your best to look off to the side and possibly hide the newly incoming tears in your eyes.

“y-y/n..? is that you?”

that’s it. you can’t take anything anymore today, it’s been too much. with that said, you simply turn on your heel and start walking away, not a word or look given to childe.

“y/n, wait!”

“y/n!”

“y/n? are you okay?”

you blink and you’re back at lingju pass, facing the entrance of the ruin guard research lab. this time, it’s paimon who checks on you, her small hand set on your shoulder and a mildly worried look on her face. you nod and give her a tight lipped smile, which she buys and turns to childe.

“here we are- welcome to liyue’s institute of toy research!” he gestures.

“yeah, we’re here! i can already hear the sounds of machinery inside, awesome!” teucer exclaims, nearly buzzing with excitement.

what he says is no lie either, from where you stand in the entrance of the- err… institute, you can already hear muffled hums and whirrs of the machines. they’re sounds all too familiar to you, but ones you don’t miss.

“what is this place? and how do you know about it?” paimon turns to childe.

“according to y/n, this is one of dottore’s research facilities.” childe looks over to you, letting you take the stage to answer in depth. you nod curtly.

“dottore is another one of the fatui harbingers and.. my direct superior, i’m technically his assistant. since before i ever even came close to meeting the doctor, he’s always had a passion for old technology and tinkering with it and so he converted these old ruins into a research lab dedicated to this.”

“huh? so the ruin guards are built by the fatui?!” asks paimon.

“well, no. they’re supposedly more related to the abyss- in fact, perhaps if it weren’t for the doctor’s particular interest in them, we’d likely be more opposed to them. so instead, we simply research them.”

your gaze is diverted towards another part of the distance in the ruins of lingju pass, where a ruin guard you’d previously spotted still sits inactive.

“..as to why these ruin guards have decided to up and roam about here, i received a letter earlier this morning from the doctor himself asking me to come by this facility to check in on it, as he decided to merely abandon it without shutting it down after he became uninterested in it- that’s why i ran into you guys here. and to add, this isn’t his only lab either, he has other minor facilities in other regions.”

“wow, yet another harbinger with a bad attitude!” paimon shakes her head disapprovingly and you can’t help but snort at her comment.

“but at least that explains why you were totally okay with bringing teucer here. we’ve got someone who’s qualified and knowledgeable on these things.”

childe nods wholeheartedly, with a grin that only exudes… pride? like he’s proud of the way paimon describes you, or at least proud of your trustworthiness in this situation- like he fully trusts that things will go swimmingly with you there. it’s something like that, but you can’t decipher what seems to be more probable. it’s not fully factual either and you scoff.

“i-i can hardly be called qualified or knowledgeable, i only know enough to navigate around them from my experiences with dottore. i don’t even know what this place looks like on the inside.”

“yeah, me neither.” childe adds.

paimon’s eyes widen. “w-wait, so… are you or are you not worried about your brother’s safety?!”

“of course i am.. but no matter what the danger is, i will parry it. isn’t that what any older brother would do?”

tiny footsteps are heard near you.

“what’re you guys chatting about? come on, let’s go inside!”

“ahah.. alright alright.”

you all finally head inside- the moment you fully walk in, it’s like a pang of the most bone-chilling familiarity hits you. the facility is built the same way as dottore’s lab in zapolyarny palace, which in itself is unsurprising, but it still manages to make you freeze in your steps. you can’t move. your vision clouds and you’re back in front of the operation table, tons of eyes scrutinizing your every move, blood on your hands, screams in your ears, you can’t breathe-

there’s a hand on your shoulder.

in your haze, you’re half expecting the hand to be omega dottore’s, as he’s readying to reprimand you for whatever mistake you might’ve committed and to make sure you’re never seen again. but instead, it’s childe there and his expression is nowhere near what dottore seems to bear on his own face every day, disapproving and diminishing- no, childe looks worried for you. not just worried but also… like he means to assure you that it’s okay, that he knows how you must be feeling and that it’ll all be okay now. you choose to believe him.

unfortunately, while the two of you were distracted back at the entrance, teucer decided to run up ahead into a room full of ruin graders with a door that shut behind him. the remaining four of you scurry to find another way inside and after figuring out some puzzles and intricacies, you manage to open the door for teucer. you’re still forced to go through more puzzles and inconvenient paths, even through lasers, before you’re able to meet with teucer again, who’s immediately interested in the next room over full of ruin guards.

“now, how about a little game of hide-and-seek?” proposes childe.

“uh.. now? but…”

“heh, i have a surprise for you, y’know.”

teucer’s interested is immediately piqued. “a surprise! what sort of surprise?”

“don’t worry, you’ll have the chance to look for it later. but before that, you just have to close your eyes, turn around and count down from sixty.”

“okay… sixty is a really long time, though.” the boy follows suit, albeit begrudgingly.

childe calls the rest of you to clear the ruin guards that are just waiting to activate and pummel you inside the room, while teucer still yells the numbers obliviously. however, these particular ruin guards prove to be unexpectedly tougher than the others and childe manages to take down the last one with little time on teucer’s countdown. as if to make his life harder, the conveyor belts in the room roll in a new group of the damned machines to attack. you and the traveler are already backing into defensive stances in front of teucer.

“three… two… one… okay, you ready?”

“give me another ten seconds, teucer. still hiding…” childe drawls to his unsuspecting brother while his dual blades charge up with more hydro energy and the ruin guards stomp ever closer.

you’re on the verge of a heart attack, throwing childe a panicked look as you pull out your own polearm, though still focusing on shielding teucer. the cheeky bastard only chuckles sheepishly while a mechanical fist is about to slam on him- the next second is blinded by a purple flash and you spot the monstrous stature of foul legacy in between the robots. if you weren’t so distressed, focused on protecting the kid in the room and in the amidst of a ruin guard attack, you’d be reprimanding him for resorting to the transformation after he explicitly said how much it strains him. he valiantly takes down all of the machines on his own and they fall defeatedly with dust settling in between them, while teucer is on the verge of finishing the extra ten seconds.

“..one… coming, ready or not!” teucer uncovers his eyes and turns around. for a moment, you’re afraid of him seeing foul legacy, but instead you watch his eyes brighten like never before and he runs up to the arrangement of full-scale mr. cyclopses on display for him- childe nowhere to be found.

you watch over him as he plays around and looks for his brother, fond grin overtaking your expression..

“this.. this is everything i’ve ever dreamed of! it’s mr. cyclops world!”

“isn’t it amazing, teuce’?!” you happily exclaim back.

“mhm… boy if these mr. cyclopses weren’t so big, i’d sure love to take one home.”

the traveler and paimon encourage teucer to actually go look for his brother, something he’d entirely forgotten about in his sheer joy and he scoots off elsewhere. purely by accident, you spot parts of a slumped figure from your peripheral vision and run over before you can even think to do so, the two travelers following suit. childe looks the weakest you’ve ever seen him- chest heaving, eyes unfocused, limbs loose. he looks up at you with all the strength he can muster to move his head up to do so and sighs in relief.

“it’s a good thing you three found me first… looks like using the foul legacy transformation while i was still somewhat injured took more out of me than i’d thought…”

you have half the mind to nag at him about it, but you remain silent.

“i’ve no idea what i’d do if teucer saw me like this. look at me, deflated as a burst balloon..” he mutters out shamefully.

“i hope this was worth undoing all my work.” you quip with playful seriousness.

“like i said, i can never pass up on an opportunity to test my limits… and that’s why i, tartaglia, am always getting stronger, heh. anyway, childhood dreams are all too easily shattered. even if you just leave them be, they will fall to pieces all by themselves. so someone has to protect them, right?”

the weight of his words settles into your chest and weighs it down along with it. you know now that both of you were direct victims of this- both at the same time but from different perspectives. your childhood innocence died when ajax disappeared, your dreams shattered when he came back ignoring you. ajax’s entire old self was killed by his new one in the abyss, when he had to learn to be a killer to survive. it doesn’t take two seconds to realize that the last thing he’d ever what was for his little brother to go what he went through. so maybe tearing the stitches you made on him was for a better cause after all.

“if you make a promise, you keep it. if you make a mistake, you apologize.. and if you give someone a dream, you defend it to the end. that is what family is all about, isn’t it?”

“quit the tough guy act already! you need to get treated right away, mister!” paimon reprimands childe, you think that if he wasn’t already too injured she’d add a flick to his forehead as well.

“don’t have to tell me twice.” you add.

“a fine suggestion, but first.. i have a little something for teucer. please give it to him on my behalf.”

childe fabricates a small mr. cyclops action figure from his pocket, explaining that he had it smithed some time ago, intending to give it to teucer whenever he returned to snezhnaya next. he asks the traveler and paimon to explain his absence to his brother, to which the traveler humorously responds with the classic pinky promise rhyme of your childhood, very clearly learned from teucer. they soon leave you and childe alone.

you sigh, rubbing your hands preparedly. “alright, pretty boy, let’s sit you back down before you pass out standing and make this harder for the both of us.”

childe, in the midst of complying with you, chokes on

his breath and halts his movements at the nickname.

“p-pretty boy?”

“that’s what the treasure hoarders called you, right?”

“ahahah… i guess so..”

once you crouch to his level, you spot a flush on his cheeks- seems like he might run a fever soon as well, better act fast. a light blue glow emanates from your hands as you conjure your cryo abilities, only this time with the intent to heal instead of attack. you hover your energy-filled hands all over childe’s body, though never touching him. after some cycling, he visibly untenses and regulates his breathing, a subconscious sigh of relaxation escaping his lips.

you wipe your hands and plop down next to him on the ground, turning to face his weak, shut-eye self.

“alright, i’ll stop being bitchy, you did incredibly well today. you’re a good brother and… and i-i’m proud of you for it, teucer’s a lucky kid.”

childe snickers weakly and mumbles the quietest ‘thank.. you..’. analyzing his demeanor, you can tell he’ll fall asleep any second- so better to admit vulnerabilities now than any other time, right?

“a-and, um… thank you also for, i don’t know, keeping me grounded back there? it’s probably very obvious that the doctor and i aren’t exactly the best of friends and this entire place just… reeked of him. but you noticed that and you helped me, so thank you.” you’re fidgeting to keep your head from dwelling on the matter.

there’s a sudden weight on your shoulder, though not like a reassuring hand. instead when you turn to see what it is, you’re met with the top of a head of ginger hair. you don’t know how to feel about it for a few seconds, but then you remember childe must be exhausted from everything today- so you do nothing about it. with slow, careful movements, you lean your own head down to rest on the top of his and the two of you remain in that position in silence.

“…come back with me…” whispers a rough voice.

“what?”

“when i go back to snezhnaya… come back with me. please..”

“…okay.”

you shut your eyes too.

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WORLD UNDERNEATH 1 SUMMARY

WARNING: Spoilers ahead for Zayne's story. Anecdote 2 (Never-Ending Winter) must be read prior to this one for better understanding.

Long story short:

World Underneath 1  is set shortly after the events of Mt. Eternal. It takes a look at Zayne’s time in medical school, where he researched Protocore Energy in interventional cardiology procedures. A character named Carter is briefly introduced as Zayne’s senior and labmate. Zayne is in a rush to proceed to clinical rotations, revealing that he was in medicine in part because of his doctor parents, and also not to be incapable of doing anything and being a threat to “her.” This is implied to be MC. However, he destroys his part of the experimental data in order to cover up the existence of a black crystal covering a heart.   Dr. Noah thinks that Zayne walks on a path alone, and hopes that someone can let him rest. 

This is set in 2043, shortly after the event at Mt. Eternal.

William’s girlfriend, Sienna, pays Zayne a visit. She gives him a martyr badge.

The three of them—Dr. Noah, William, and Zayne—visit the medical university together every year during first-year admissions. She asks Zayne to give Dr. Noah his regards.

Dr. Noah is going to retire soon. He and Zayne meet up.

A character Carter is mentioned, but is dismissed shortafter.

They are attending the 47th First-Year Medical Oath Ceremony. Students take the oath with determination. Dr. Noah reminisces about the time when Zayne took the oath. He was younger than everyone else and had a presence that made him stand out.

They head to the cafeteria. Dr. Noah says that William and Carter used to be like the first-years too. However, he discontinues the topic again.

He brings up a rumor about The Ghost in the office.

Zayne dismisses it with exasperation as an unscientific rumor.

Flashback to 2040, in the university.

The dean of the medical school saw Zayne’s report. A theoretical model exploring the use of Protocores in . Other students tried to do it as well, but their ideas were limited by their methods. He thought Zayne’s approach was worth trying.

A security guard tells them a story of how he heard sounds in the research lab, but when he checked, there was no one there. They disperse upon hearing superstitions.

Zayne says that they can proceed with the next experiment tomorrow. He is noted to not slack off even for a second and was very thorough with the data. He is in a rush to move onto clinical rotations.

It turns out that Zayne is the one staying behind in the research labs.

It is also revealed that his parents were doctors. He chose the medical field to follow in their footsteps. Even as a child, he would read medical textbooks to kill time.

When Dr. Noah asks if there was another reason, he is shut down with a “No” too quickly. The doctor says that the obsession makes it seem like there isn’t only one reason.

Zayne shares that there is someone, and he doesn’t want to become incapable of doing anything again when he becomes a threat to her. The girl is implied to be MC.

Screenshot links here.

A few days later, Dr. Noah finds out Zayne destroyed his part of the experimental data. They know it wasn’t an accident.

Carter, his senior and labmate, tried to speak up, but was quickly dismissed by Dr. Noah, saying he’ll handle it.

Later, Zayne thanks the doctor. He also wants to leave the group.

Zayne shares that the project is about the application of Protocore Energy in interventional cardiology procedures, but something happened during the experiment. He shows an image that contains a heart covered in black crystals. Precisely, a human heart beating and growing out of black crystals.

Screenshot links here.

Flash forward to the autumn of 2047.

Dr. Noah asks Zayne if he has visited her yet. He has not. The girl is implied to be MC.

The doctor thinks that Zayne always feels surreal. Despite being in the crowd, he would never be a part of it. Perhaps Zayne is destined to walk alone. Dr. Noah hopes that one day, something can offer him tranquil respite.

Screenshot links here.

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October 7th, 2023: Princess Leonor's Oath of Allegiance to the Flag

The new cadets at the General Academy of Zaragoza will take the Oath to the Flag on Saturday, the 7th of October.

The Oath to the Flag is the most significant event in military life, when the cadets kiss the flag and pledge to defend Spain, even at the expense of their own life.

Princess Leonor will take the Oath with the 411 new cadets, unlike her father, for whom a special ceremony was held at the same General Military Academy of Zaragoza in 1985. Wearing the gala uniform, the General Director of the Academy will ask them the following, to which the new cadets will answer in unision "Yes, we do swear it":

“¡Caballeros y Damas Alféreces Cadetes, Cadetes y Alumnos! ¿Juráis por Dios o prometéis por vuestra conciencia y honor cumplir fielmente vuestras obligaciones militares, guardar y hacer guardar la Constitución como norma fundamental del Estado, obedecer y respetar al Rey y a vuestros jefes, no abandonarlos nunca y, si preciso fuera, entregar vuestra vida en defensa de España?”

(“Gentlemen and Ladies Ensigns Cadets, Cadets and Students! Do you swear by God or do you promise by your conscience and honor to faithfully fulfill your military obligations, to keep and ensure that the Constitution is kept as a fundamental norm of the State, to obey and respect the King and your leaders, to never abandon them and, if necessary, to give your life in defense of Spain?”)

The King and Queen will preside over the Oath of Allegiance and Princess Leonor will be the first cadet to kiss the flag. His Majesty and the director of the Academy will deliver a speech. Each cadet can invite up to six guests and it is not known yet if any other member of the Princess family will attend the ceremony (It has been confirmed that her sister will remain at school in Wales and won't be able to attend)

[rattleroze]

Who wants to read a short essay of my ideas about the education and careers of the Emeritus brothers in the structure of the Satanic Church?

More under the cut

The “Traditionalist” structure of the Catholic Church. This is also (roughly) the structure I am operating under when describing the Church of Satan in this context.

The education of the Emeritus children in the teachings and philosophies of the Satanic Church would start as early as possible, and would be incorporated into a curriculum along with your run-of-the-mill early education staples as soon as they reached schooling age. This curriculum would be administered by members of the clergy based at and in the areas surrounding the Abbey, and through their elementary school years they would attend classes alongside other children, both those of clergy and members of the church (laypeople).

(Personal note: Christian and especially Catholic education organizations are notoriously bad at teaching children in a way that provides them with a well-rounded education without fully indoctrinating them into the religion in question, which is kind of the point. Their goal is typically to shape children into good christians/catholics while also meeting the government-mandated basics of their K-12 education. The education plan I’m laying out here for the Ghost church bears a lot of similarity to that style of religious education, and may represent an ideal that a lot of these christian/catholic orgs would drool over. However, because Satanism is in general a religion that bases itself in individualism and logical thought, I believe that the system set out here would comfortably fit into a religious framework while also prioritizing a quality and well-rounded education. End rant.

**Disclaimer: I am not an education or religious studies expert. Take my opinions with a grain of salt.)

The Emeritus children would play parts in the worship services of the Church throughout their childhoods, including helping to prepare for service, acting as altar boys, and singing in choir. They would be encouraged to immerse themselves in the activities of the Church as much as possible in order to build an understanding of every level of Church operations in preparation for their future leadership roles.

Around the age of 12, the Emeritus children’s educational trajectory would begin to deviate from that of their peers, and they would begin to incorporate more and deeper aspects of religious and esoteric study into their curriculum. This would include Church documents and writings that are typically not public information and some that may or may not be hereditary teachings exclusive to the Emeritus bloodline. This period of their education would be explicitly in preparation for a secretive blood oath ceremony undertaken at the age of 15 that represents and reaffirms the Emeritus bloodline’s eternal devotion to the service of the Dark Lord. This involves ceremonial scarification and exposure to unholy enlightenment that results in trauma to and loss of pigment in the left eye. This ceremony, along with the education received during this period, qualifies the Emeritus children as Bishops within the Satanic Church, although the title is largely honorary.

(Note: There is, of course, a pathway for non-family members to achieve the rank of Bishop and higher within the Church, but it is not typically open to students under the age of 25 and does not involve the Oath ceremony. As the Emeritus bloodline has been historically blessed by Satan and entrusted with operation of the Church for generations, the ascension to Bishop is accelerated for direct descendants.)

Following the Oath ceremony, the Emeritus children begin to finalize their general education and pivot to take on more responsibility as members of the Clergy. They undertake more intensive courses of study on a variety of topics regarding the magical and esoteric histories of the Church and translations of essential texts, as well as more abstract philosophical topics. They may also elect to specialize in a particular topic of study (think college major) that can help further guide their activities within the Church. 

(Note: Primo elected to focus on practical magick and alchemy, with a particular interest in herbalism. Terzo chose to study foreign and occult language and translation. Secondo didn’t choose any topic in particular, but found he had a particular knack for delivering engaging and thought-provoking sermons.)

The Emeritus children continue on their paths within the Church, becoming more comfortable with their duties as teachers and spiritual guides to its members, throughout their 20s. As adults, they are allowed to come and go from the Abbey as they please and engage with civilians as they wish, but they are encouraged and expected to bring the teachings of the Church with them and share the gifts of Satan whenever appropriate. (Note: Satanic teachings in general draw distinct boundaries regarding when and if it is appropriate to proselytize.) They are expected to participate in Church administration and services in a more hands-on fashion and in general act as outward-facing pillars of the faith. They are also encouraged to take on extra-curricular responsibilities, such as traveling to satellite congregations or helping with the Church’s children’s programs.

The culmination of this period is a chance for the Emeritus children to travel abroad as a research and missionary opportunity. Missionary work is not something the Church of Satan prioritizes, largely because they find it unnecessary and obnoxious. However, as part of their preparation for the Papacy, the Emeritus children are afforded the opportunity to spend their 30th year as a vector of Satan (within the bounds of the rules regarding proselytizing, of course) and/or assisting any foreign arm of the Church that is willing to host them. The foreign offices are, historically, receptive to the opportunity, as playing host to one of Satan’s chosen children can confer certain advantages.

(Note: Primo elected to not take part in this opportunity, as by the time his 30th birthday rolled around, he was knee-deep in parenting his younger brothers.)

Starting at the age of 30, the upper echelons of the Clergy can begin to evaluate Emeritus children for elevation to the rank of Cardinal. (Note: This is different for non-family clergy members, who must be at least age 35 and have been ordained for a minimum of five years.) The sitting Papa and his inner circle will look at each child on their own merit, taking into account any significant writings, accomplishments, or other notable deeds done in service to the Church, both at home and abroad, if applicable. If their career is deemed exemplary, they will be appointed as a Cardinal. If anything discounts them from an appointment, their case is put aside until the next year.

(Note: despite not being a member of the bloodline, Copia was first evaluated for Cardinalcy at the age of 30 due to some string-pulling by Sister Imperator. He was deferred for two years before gaining his appointment.)

Being appointed as a Cardinal comes with many advantages, including a private office space in the Abbey and broader administrative powers to channel funds and influence into projects as one sees fit. It also, typically, allows for a member of the clergy to step back from the public sphere and focus more on the administrative aspects if they so choose– that is, except for the Emeritus children, who, as the defacto faces of the Church’s leadership, are still expected to participate in services and ceremonies, as well as the inner politics of the Church itself. This is, arguably, the most demanding position for a member of the Emeritus bloodline, but historically speaking, it is the best position for those in anticipation of becoming Papa, as it provides for the smoothest transition between roles.

[beneluxroyalty]

Princess Elisabeth will take the oath as an officer at the Royal Military Academy on 26th September. Like her comrades, she will swear “loyalty to the King, obedience to the Constitution and the laws of the Belgian people”. The ceremony will take place in presence of the King and the Queen, as well as Prince Gabriel, who will be present among the students of the Royal Military School.

[x]

[lndsarchive]

World Underneath - 01 Longly Flame

01. The One Left | 02. Review | 03. Heart | 04. Oath | 05. Trek

01. The One Left

Someone knocks. Zayne opens the office door to find William's girlfriend, Sienna, standing outside. She manages a pale smile and holds up a box. "This is for you, Zayne."

A martyr's badge sits inside it. It's very conspicuous on the velvet cushioning. It reminds Zayne of the spilled blood that night at Mt. Eternal. Zayne is silent for a moment before he steps aside to let her in.

"I've been thinking, but... I just can't accept it," Sienna says as she sits across from him. She cradles a cup of hot water in her hands.

"William was always so busy after he joined the Evol Special Rescue Unit, but he would always come home after he was done with work. Now..."

Her hand clenches around the cup as her lips tremble uncontrollably. "If I don't see this badge, I can tell myself that he's still at work and just hasn't come home yet."

Wiping away her tears, Sienna puts down the cup, gently pushing the box towards Zayne.

"Keeping this with me will only serve as a constant reminder that my William will never return... I can't take it anymore."

Zayne's expression becomes more solemn.

After a while, he nods, opens the drawer closest to him, and puts the box inside. Sienna bows and says, "Thank you."

As she prepares to leave, she glances at the swaying tree branches outside. "William told me that you and Dr. Noah would return to the university together every year during first-year admissions. He was always too busy to go... Zayne, if you see Dr. Noah this year, please tell him William said hi."

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02. Review

On the first day of school, Dr. Noah is already waiting at the entrance to Skyhaven University. The soon-to-be-retired professor stands as straight as a pine tree.

At Zayne's greeting, Dr. Noah smiles. He turns and pats Zayne's shoulder. "Well, it's just the two of us this year. Will was too busy, and now you are too. I wonder who'll come with me next year."

His expression changes as he sighs. "That boy, Carter... Never mind."

"William sends his regards," Zayne says. "I'll also accompany you every year from now on."

"That's nice to hear, but nothing is more important than the patients," Dr. Noah says. The two of them enter Skyhaven University and head to the auditorium. Many students are going the same way. Still wearing the innocent excitement of being newly admitted, their steps are lighter and faster than Dr. Noah's and Zayne's. Soon enough, they get ahead of the crowd and disappear.

The two push open the main door of the auditorium to find several seniors setting up the venue. A banner reading "47th First-Year Medical Student Oath Ceremony" hangs above the stage. Seeing Dr. Noah and Zayne approaching, a smiling young man with a staff badge around his neck jumps down from the ladder, runs toward them, and bows. "Hello, Dr. Noah! I'm new. I heard from my seniors that you'll also be here for the oath."

"I'm here to reminisce," Dr. Noah replies, then turns to Zayne. "This is your senior, Zayne." The young man looks surprised. "You're the legendary 35th academic god that we all pray to before exams! And now I get to finally see you in person… Um, many of us look up to you as a role model, me included. Can I take a picture with you later?"

Zayne is taken aback by the request but, eventually, nods.

As they talk, soft but solemn music begins to play in the auditorium. A large number of first-years enter the hall in an orderly manner, standing and waiting for the ceremony to begin. The young man bows to them again and goes back to the stage to adjust the microphone. Dr. Noah takes a step back, making way for a few students to pass by.

--

"…I will have the utmost reverence for human life. Maintain a sense of duty and dignity in practicing medicine and adhere to good medical standards…"

The oath begins. The newly admitted medical students look on with determination. Their eyes sparkle under the morning light.

Dr. Noah looks at Zayne, recalling how many years ago, he watched this man participate in the same ceremony.

As a first-year student, Zayne was younger than everyone else. His presence alone made him stand out. When he raised his hand to take the oath, his composed and steady demeanor made Dr. Noah wonder how far this young man could go in the field of medicine.

The oath ceremony ends. The students, imbued with the responsibility and honor of taking their oath, leave one by one. Dr. Noah leads Zayne to the cafeteria through the excited crowd.

"William and Carter were like this too." Dr. Noah can't help but get caught up in the moment. He shakes his head and changes the topic. "Never mind. I heard the cafeteria has sweet and sour ribs today. Do you want to grab a bite?"

Zayne smiles. "All right."

Near the end of the cafeteria is the towering research building. Three students wipe their mouths, run past them, and mutter about their bacteria being dead. Startled sparrows fly over their heads from the treetops. Dr. Noah looks up at the building, lost in thought.

"Zayne, have you heard of the rumor? The Ghost in the office?"

Zayne frowns, a little exasperated. "These kinds of unscientific rumors are everywhere in the School of Medicine."

"Indeed," Dr. Noah says. His gaze lingers on Zayne for a moment before he chuckles. "I wonder who started it."

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03. Heart

It was probably in the year 2040, when the main cafeteria of the university had just been renovated.

Dr. Noah got his soup and chose a place to sit. His phone vibrated twice. It was a message from the dean of the medical school. "I read the report Zayne submitted. The theoretical model is quite good. A lot of students have tried to explore the uses of Protocores before, but their ideas were limited by the methods. They couldn't fully understand it either. I can't say for sure that Zayne will make progress, but his report makes me feel this approach is worth trying."

Then, there was another message. "Your student has great ideas and seems to be quite bold."

Dr. Noah didn't hide his pride. "Of course he's good. I chose him."

He put his phone on the table, intending to finish reading a paper he had started the day before. But the noise from the neighboring table got his attention.

A security guard was sitting with three serious cafeteria ladies, all holding spoons. The guard, also solemn, waved his hand and began to talk…

"I'm telling you, there's something fishy going on in the research lab at the medical school!"

"Really? I see the kids from the lab come to eat every day. They seem fine."

"The problem is in the research lab!" The security guard knocked on the table, speaking with an air of mystery. "I'm telling you when I went on patrol on Monday…"

"What happened?"

"You know how a lot of people stay late in the research labs there? It's not a big deal. I just remind them to lock the doors when they leave. But on Monday, I saw everyone leave. When I was locking up, I heard—"

"Heard what?"

"I heard this swishing sound…! It scared me half to death. I couldn't even figure out what it was!"

"Are you sure you didn't just scare yourself? There must've been a student still in the lab."

"I thought so too, so I checked again, but there was no one!"

"… Really?"

"Yes, really! I looked everywhere and I couldn't see anyone! I was about to turn off the lights and leave when I thought I heard a voice!"

"But you said there wasn't anyone…?"

"That's why I said it's totally abnormal! You guys have no idea just how many skeletons are in the research lab. What if one of them came back to life…?"

"Oh, stop saying nonsense!" The cafeteria ladies stood up with furrowed brows and returned to their stations. Losing his audience, the security guard prepared to leave.

He turned around and saw Dr. Noah looking at him. "Dr. Noah, I… I said what I said, but I don't think there's anything wrong with the medical school." He smiles.

Dr. Noah waved his hand, signaling the guard not to worry.

At the front of the cafeteria, Zayne had gotten his meal and was trying to find a place to sit down. Seeing him, Dr. Noah beckoned Zayne to sit next to him.

"Dr. Noah, we can proceed with the next experiment tomorrow," Zayne said. Those were the first words out of his mouth after taking a seat.

"Stick to your plan." Dr. Noah didn't ask for more details. He had been closely following this project. He knew Zayne never slacked off for even a second and had double-checked, triple-checked the data. He understood the importance of this project to Zayne and trusted that he had it under control.

As he ate, Dr. Noah remembered something.

"Tuesday morning, did you miss the exam?"

Zayne's hand paused for a moment. A hint of embarrassment flickered in his eyes. "I'm sorry."

"If you don't take it, you won't get a score. The med school won't give you special treatment just because you're you."

"I know. It's my fault for missing the exam. I don't deserve to have a score."

"Zayne," Dr. Noah said, looking at the faint, dark circles around his student's eyes. "I know you're taking this project very seriously and you're committed to your studies. But don't wear yourself out."

"I…"

After a moment of silence, Zayne put down his chopsticks and said softly, "Dr. Noah, I'm not tired. I just want to move on to my clinical rotations as soon as possible."

Dr. Noah nodded. He understood, yet couldn't help but sigh. This child was too mature for his age and carried too much on his shoulders. He wanted to say something to comfort Zayne. But in the end, he said nothing.

--

Thursday night, Dr. Noah stepped out of the research lab. He greeted the patrolling security guard and was about to leave when he saw the lights were still on in his office. It then occurred to him that a few days ago, he had given the keys to Zayne, allowing him to access the research reports he had completed several years ago at any time.

Through the glass, he scanned the room for a moment before spotting Zayne. Zayne was sitting behind a human model, reading a paper. The security guard didn't see him, so he turned off the lights and locked the door.

Zayne looked up in the darkness. It took him only a few seconds to accept his situation, then he shook his head. Holding the book, he walked to the switch and turned the light back on. In the corridor, the security guard, startled to see the light is on behind him, shivered as he turned around, mustered his courage, and headed back toward the office.

Noah sighed and made a detour back to the office, taking Zayne, who was still reading, out of the office. Walking with Zayne to the entrance of the research lab, Noah thought back to the first time he saw him at the oath ceremony. He had mentored many students. Among them were many who were as hardworking as Zayne. They all got into medical school because of their dreams.

Looking at Zayne, he remembered a rumor he heard. "I heard your parents are also doctors. You chose the medical field to follow in their footsteps, right?

Zayne smiled. "Yes. Even the bedtime stories they told me during my childhood were about the hospital. Most of the things at home that I could use to kill time were medical textbooks, too. So, I was influenced by them."

"Is there another reason?"

"No."

"That was too quick of a response. Besides, the way you're obsessing over this doesn't seem like there's only one reason."

Zayne was quiet for a long time, the sound of his footsteps carried away by the wind. Just when Dr. Noah thought Zayne wouldn't answer him, he spoke up.

"It's also… because of… someone."

Dr. Noah kind of expected that. He stopped walking and turned to look at his student, who rarely opened up about his feelings. He saw Zayne standing alone in the first snowfall of that winter.

"I don't want to be incapable of doing anything again when I become a threat to her."

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04. Oath

A few days later, Dr. Noah received a call from the dean of the medical school. He sounded displeased.

He massaged his temples as he went to the dean's office. As soon as he opened the door, he heard a quiet voice ask, "Why did you destroy your part of the experimental data, Zayne?"

Zayne stood in the middle of the room, silent and expressionless.

"Sure, it doesn't affect others. But it could've helped this project achieve its purpose faster." The dean stepped closer to Zayne, his fingers tapping on the desk. There was more frustration than anger in his voice, the kind that came from a fellow researcher. "I remember you worked hard in the lab for weeks. Did you think about how erasing your data means all your efforts have gone to waste? I know it wasn't an accident. Explain yourself."

Behind Zayne, his senior and labmate, Carter, started to speak, "As long as we re—"

"Quiet, boy." Dr. Noah pushed Carter behind him. "I'll handle this. Let the students go first."

"Thank you, Dr. Noah."

Zayne walked over to the flower bed and sat down next to Dr. Noah.

He chuckled at Zayne's thanks. "I told the dean about you wanting to leave the group too. If you really want to thank me, write fewer negative comments about me in your dissertation acknowledgments."

"You're very brave, Zayne." Worried that the dean's words might affect him, Dr. Noah added, "Not everyone is willing to abandon research they've put so much effort into."

"Dr. Noah, this project is about the application of Protocore Energy in interventional cardiology procedures. But during the experiment…"

Zayne closed his eyes and shook his head. He took out the only remaining image from his data and handed it to Dr. Noah.

The picture was a heart that was mostly covered in black crystals.

To be more precise, it looked like a human heart, beating and growing out of black crystals.

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05. Trek

Dr. Noah's thoughts return to the autumn of 2047. The students, having just attended the first-year oath ceremony, finish their meals and are about to attend their first class at Skyhaven University's School of Medicine. He and Zayne have also finished eating and are taking their trays back.

Still savoring his meal, Dr. Noah walks out of the cafeteria with Zayne. "The sweet and sour ribs this year aren't great. But no matter how bad the food is, I always want to eat here when I come back."

"Once I retire, I'll leave Linkon City." At the front gate, Dr. Noah turns around and pats Zayne's arm. "When you're free, I'll take you to a restaurant near my home. The food there is delicious."

As soon as he finishes speaking, his phone rings. Glancing at the caller ID, he sighs. "And that's why doctors should never say they're free."

Then, with a serious expression, he starts walking away to answer the call.

"Dr. Noah, I'll drive you back to the hospital."

After the call ends, Zayne walks with him to the parking lot. As they pass the flower bed outside the research lab, Dr. Noah remembers something important. "Have you visited her?"

Zayne pauses. Then he says, "Not yet."

"Are you afraid?"

"No." He shakes his head, his voice steady.

--

Dr. Noah gets out of the car in front of Akso Hospital. He watches as Zayne drives away.

When he disappears into the traffic, the elderly doctor slowly turns around.

For some reason, that kid always feels surreal. It feels as though, despite standing in the crowd, he would never be a part of it.

He remembers that night when a single light glowed in the campsite during a blizzard in the Arctic. He remembered the lonely figure leaving in the cold wind the next day when the experiment's data were destroyed.

Perhaps the path the young man walks has only heavy snow and level ground. He's destined to walk alone. As his teacher, Dr. Noah can only hope that one day a fork in the road will appear before the young man, offering him tranquil respite.

[4denp]

The new era of leadership: Induction ceremony of new University Student Officials a night of Socialization

"A great person attracts great people and knows how to hold them together."Stepping into a path of unknown, being mesmerized by the shadows of creativity as the new faces glistens with the purity of their beauty.

Last November 3, my school, Western Mindanao State University-Pagadian Campus, held an event. It was the oath-taking turn-over ceremony and socialization night. Oath taking a way of promising oneself to support a cause or an entity by the new USC officials.The event started at 5:30 PM and continued until 12 AM. The night was fun; many contests were prepared by the new elected USC officials. The old USC appointees were given an award for their hardworks.

All students' were mandated to join the event and wear clothes in the shades of black and white, but if they wanted to portray a character, any color would do. I wore a simple black jump skirt paired with a white long-sleeve off-shoulder top.

Students' flaunted their wonderful costumes prepared with their creative imaginations. Their beauty sparkles as they walk with elegance and confidence on the red carpet. Representatives from each department participated in each contest. Pop dance, horror story telling, singing, and horror movie trailer, skills from the students we're showcased.

The night of the oath-taking and the turn-over ceremony of the new USC officials were other highlights of the event. In a speech, the late USC president expressed gratitude to his supporters for helping him managed the school all year long. Socialization began following the competitions and prize presentations. The socialization process resembled a disco; the students got excited and started dancing with each other, fun and enjoyment plastered in each faces.

Colorful lights made the night wild. It only last more than half an hour before the celebration ended. I signed for the attendance and left right away, not waiting for it to end. I enjoyed the event and realized how talented the students were, especially our seniors.

In conclusion the oath-taking turn-over ceremony and socialization night was a celebration of success of the new elected officials, meeting new people and exhibition of creativity and talents. The night was full of fun and big laughter's from each and everyone.

A night to remember!!!

#wmsu socialization night

#Induction of new officials

#WMSU POST HALLOWEEN PARTY

[aiai27]

A night of fun and greatness

November 3, 2023 | Oath taking, Turnover ceremony and Socialization. A.Y 2023-2024

The Western Mindanao State University Pagadian Campus headed by the active newly elected University student officers. Held a triple celebration, last November 3,2023 at 4:00 pm in WMSU Pagadian campus Ground, Barangay Bulatok, Pagadian city. With its theme: Connection and motion: embracing diversity through social threads. "A night of fun and camaraderie".

The highlight was the Spooky hallway event, where were filled with scary decorations. some of the students wear scary costumes that makes the event extra spooky. The USC officers respected the belief of others who did not practice or celebrate halloween and instead wear black and white outfits.

In celebrating this momentous ceremony which is a halloween party, i wear a simple outfit. This outfit perfectly and unique. l chose it to embrace the spooky hallway event. Everyone walked on the red carpet to welcoming path for every student. "This moment is very fun and always to be remembered".

After that memorable moment of my life, all our efforts been paid off. since the pop dance competition we are honored to be a 3rd placer in the awarding. Very happy of that time.

Later that evening, the emcee announced about the haunted house is now open to the audience. This event is to gave the energy of all the crimson. My friends l decided to go in the spooky house, unaware of what will happened inside the spooky house.

In the case of the student, they also gave a certificate and a message to the student and after that they will have a party. Through the induction ceremony, we also witnessed the farewell speech given by our newly elected USC President. This ceremony holds great significance of responsibility of a new chapter for the student leaders, and give tribute to the others for the passion and love for the University.

The night we enjoyed the rest of the event. Loud music and also all crimson is very enjoyable. We pour our hearts into singing along to the music.

This event is a fantastic opportunity to celebrate a socialization night, by organizing socialization activities. We aim to provide opportunities for all students to interact with each other and to build friendship.

See you in the next chapter.

[diana-10102004]

MIX AND MINGLE

Last November 3, 2023, the Western Mindanao State University, Pagadian City ESU, held an event, which is our Socialization Night. This event was an unforgettable night of fun and excitement as we introduced the highly anticipated Socialization Night! This event promised to be a thrilling experience where you can let loose, socialize, and create lasting memories with your peers.

One of the highlights of the evening is the opportunity to wear spooky outfits and immerse yourself in a world of enchantment. Whether you choose to be a mystical creature or a classic Halloween character, this is your chance to showcase your creativity and embrace the spirit of the night as we celebrate the Post Halloween Party.

The induction ceremony took place during this event, adding an air of significance and importance to the festivities. Witnessed as the newly elected USC (University Student Council) officers/members take their oath and embark on their journey within our campus as of year 2023-2024. It's a moment that symbolizes unity, commitment, and growth.

But it doesn't stop there! The Socialization Night featured a short program filled with entertainment that will keep you engaged throughout the evening. From captivating performances to interactive presentations of each departments or contingents, there will never be a dull moment during this party.

The Socialization Night promised to be an event like no other – an opportunity for you to connect with others while enjoying all the thrills that this special occasion had in store.

[love-and-deepspace-wiki]

Surrounding Characters: Carter

Age: Unknown

Occupation: scientific researcher

Workplace: Xander Sciences (a research institute)

Education:

Skyhaven University Medical School

Dropped out, did not get his doctorate

(Important Clarification Note: Both MDs and PhDs are specific types of doctorate degrees! MD means "Doctor of Medicine" and is a professional doctorate degree. PhD means "Doctor of Philosophy" and is a research-oriented doctorate degree.)

Details:

Is often referred to as "Dr. Carter", despite not completing his doctorate degree

Speaks about conquering death with an almost religious fervor

Speculation: Possibly religious (based on numerous references to "God" and "God's mission")

Attended Skyhaven University’s Medical School while Zayne was also a student

While in medical school, was Zayne's senior and labmate

Outperformed Zayne in the theoretical model of this research back in school (though his application of it never went as smoothly)

Desperately wanted to know what Zayne discovered, why he intentionally destroyed his contribution, and then stopped researching it

After Zayne abandoned it, brought their joint Medical School project to Xander Sciences under the name "X-Heart”

Update! As of the most recent story update, we now know what Carter looks like!

Relationship with Zayne:

They disagreed on the ethics of applying Protocore technology to revive dead cells

Was trying to convince Zayne to leave Akso Hospital and join him at Xander Sciences

When trying to recruit Zayne, he hid a Trojan horse in the medical record he sent him

Believes Zayne will never change, no matter how the world changes

Considered Zayne his "stubborn junior"

After failing to recruit/convince Zayne, he questions the pursuit of Zayne altogether. “What he really needs is not a like-minded colleague, but a pair of hands. Ones that can carry out God's mission and allow for God's descent. Zaynes hands.”

Interest in Protaganist:

Remembered Zayne became a doctor because of a girl. Suspected he was taking over Dr. Noah's work.

Considers the girl as the key to getting Zayne. As long as he has that mysterious girl, he knows he'll always have Zayne's skilled hands.

Wonders if that girl is even more interesting than his research patients. Maybe her value to X-Heart would far exceed that of Zayne's.

Relationship with Dr. Noah:

Dr. Noah often refers with a sense of disappointment, frustration, annoyance, or regret? Some unspoken negative sentiment:

“That boy, Carter…Nevermind”

(When seaking of the excited First-Year Medical Students after the oath ceremony): “William and Carter were like this too. Nevermind.”

(When resolving the consequences of Zayne intentionally deleting his part of their research): “Quiet, boy.” [pushes Carter behind him] “I'll handle this. Let the students go first.”

Notable Quotes:

[Sarcasm] "Tell me, is the natural law an unshakeable moral boundary? Or is it just a comforting phrase people use?"

(To Zayne): "Xander Sciences doesn't want to see a genius like you be forgotten. The Evol technology you're insisting on is so last year. No one wants an artificial lump that needs to be charged in their heart now. Protocore tech is the golden brick that will pave the way to the future."

(To Zayne): "My skills are nothing compared to you and Dr. Noah's. I can't be as meticulous and efficient as you.”

(To Zayne): "Dr. Noah thinks highly of you, you know. He would mention you to me and Will all the time back then. It made us really curious about you before we met."

(In response to the news of Dr. Williams death on Mt. Eternal): "Mt. Eternal, huh… The view's good, but there was an anomaly with the Wanderers a few years ago-. Wait, aren't you here to join us?”

(To Zayne): "Our job is to save people. If we can control life and death, why shouldn't we?!”

(To Zayne): "Do you remember how happy everyone was when the experiment worked? It was like a message left by God, and now we can finally respond! Zayne, do you believe in God?”

“Zayne, you should know you’re rejecting a path to life's truth. My answer hasn't changed either. I've always believed death is just a small obstacle. It can be overcome in due time.”

[spectaculiar]

Welcoming New Leadership: A Glimpse into University Officer Induction and Socialization

November 3, 2023 | Oath taking, Turnover ceremony and Socialization. A.Y 2023-2024

As the academic year unfolds, universities across the globe gear up for a significant event: the induction of newly elected student officers. This turnover ceremony marks the beginning of a new era, where fresh faces step into leadership roles, ready to guide their fellow students through the challenges and obstacles that lie ahead.

What will happen if we choose an unresponsive and inattentive leader for our university? Well, our school environment will probably be chaotic, right? What specific measures are we taking to prevent these occurrences? As a student and a member of this institution, I suggest that we should select aspiring leaders who foster positive relationships among individuals and encourage open communication to address the needs of the students.

Moving forward, fellow students and instructors gathered in the quadrangle to witness the induction of the newly elected officers and to interact with the people on the ground.

Through the induction ceremony, we also witnessed the farewell speech given by our former USC president, which made the crowd emotional due to its breathtaking nature. This event not only symbolizes a transfer of power but also signifies a dedication to promoting positive change within the university community. It is a formal event where the newly elected officers are officially sworn into their positions, assuming the responsibility of representing the student body.

In celebrating this momentous ceremony amidst a Halloween party, I wore a cute outfit inspired by Wednesday Addams' iconic look from the movie "Wednesday." This outfit perfectly matched my charisma, and I chose it to embrace the spooky season with a black and white theme.

Everyone walks on the red carpet to lay out a welcoming path for the arrival of every student attending the event. People walk the red carpet as a means of making their presence known and feeling connected to the audience and judges. It's a moment to be remembered.

After that memorable moment, the intermission number then comes in place. Where I am one of the performer of the Pop Dancers. All our efforts been paid off since the performance turn out good and we are honored to be 3rd place in the Awarding.

Later that evening, the emcee announced that the haunted house is now open to the audience. The event creates an atmosphere that keeps the energy of the Crimson. However, everyone could only go in groups of 5 people per trip. My friends and I decided to take the risk and venture into the spooky house, unaware of what awaited us inside.

The ambiance of the entrance itself, you can already feel the chill of the place.

Upon entering, the place is filled with the echoes of my fellow students' screams. Looking around, I've noticed how they turned these modern rooms into a spooky place in such a limited time. Well, I assume that they probably came up with different ideas when deciding how to decorate this spooky place.

Our university may appear small, but we still manage to organize events for the Crimsons to enjoy. It's not all about huge buildings, fancy libraries, or even spacious rooms. It's the people - the faculty, instructors, and skilled teachers of this institution - who provide a great learning environment for quality education among learners.

Here are some pictures we captured during the event.

Everyone represents different genres when it comes to creating creative Halloween outfits. Some people choose to portray characters, which often leads to winning awards for their amazing costumes that perfectly fit the theme of the event.

The night isn't over yet. Loud music bombarded the quadrangle ground, signaling everyone to enjoy the rest of the night. As the night descends, we pour our hearts and souls into singing along to the vibrant music, while the light dances through the shadows of the sky.

We enjoyed the rest of the event as if there were no tomorrow. We simply mind our own business and be ourselves throughout the night.

"This memorable event will always be remembered as the year comes to an end." I will forever treasure my college journey at Western Mindanao State University (WMSU), which I can describe as the coolest and most unforgettable Halloween experience I've ever had.

Peace out! See you in the next chapter of my life.

[ithefireman]

My first REAL Intramurals (First Day)

I am Alvin Augustine Tenchavez, a Kepler student in Danao City, and THIS was my first REAL intramurals. My school follows a three-day format for its intramurals. So I will make a corresponding 3 posts to explain the events of our three day intramurals! The first day consisted of a parade, an opening ceremony, and a lot of sports. But before that let me tell you the two competing teams for this intramurals. *clears throat* In the first corner we have the Golden Flames known for their teamwork and impressive sychronization. And in the second corner we have the Lightning Jamz, who have impressive individuality and beauty. Place your bets now and see who will be revealed as the winner on the third day! I myself was a proud member of the Lightning Jamz! The parade was a short one as the venue for the sorts and opening ceremony was very close, however despite that both teams had made it a loud and inspiring parade. After the parade was the opening ceremony and it was about the singing of the national anthem, taking the oath of an athlete, and so on and so forth. Things you as a reader would not bat an eye to, However I have one MAJOR complaint for our intramurals, the heat was UNBEARABLE, of course this cannot be helped as most sports require a big and open space, and the tropical climate of the Philippines is usually raining, which is not fit for most sports, and extreme heat which is what the weather decided to portray. However there was one event that was very important to the intrams it was the banner racing. This event involved the racing of the banners between the two teams. Whichever team that won, would get 2 points. And after a neck and neck race, the Lightning Jamz won because the other team had dropped their banner. After this there were no more important events until the afternoon. Now, before I start the Afternoon Segment, let me announce the two sports I had joined and my level of experience with them, my first was chess , which I was the best in the school in, as I am equal to a 1600 rated player. The second however was badminton a sport which I had only started playing 2 weeks before. So it would come as no surprise as to why me and my doubles(AJ) lost to one of the best elementary player of our school. To me this defeat was predictable and I was mostly unfazed as I had tasted defeat many times before in chess, however to my partner, AJ this was a soul crushing defeat. At the end of the day failure is just a stepping stone to become better, and even though it can be hard to accept, life never waits and so me and AJ continued as friends and the first day of the intramurals would come to a close.

[karo614]

A BAD WEEK

But April Foolllllll!!!

It’s a BEST ever week within this semester!

Firstly, congratulations to me for receiving offer letter from my internship company! ヾ(≧▽≦*)o Yeah, it’s the one I went for interview last week! I am so excited when I received the message from the company asking me “Do you want to work in our company?” And I’m like “Sure, sure!” (´▽`ʃ♡ƪ)

Next, congratulations to me for completing my research proposal! ♪(´▽｀) After three months of hard work, it was completed! It’s not a tough journey, but of course having some challenges when doing it. Changing the research title, changing the research design, finding past research papers, creating LR matric alone when everyone is not doing it and other more. Thank you for all the guidance and supports from my lecturers and PhD friends!

Next, congratulations to my friends who become the peer counsellors! \^o^/ As the secretary of the Peer Support Hub, I also participated their oath taking ceremony. Hope they have many good experiences during their journey of peer counsellors and helping the students in our university (❁´◡`❁)

And finally, congratulations to my housemate who completed her presentation and returned to her home country! ヾ(•ω•`)o We miss her so much after she left இ௰இ but still glad for her to finally complete her proposal, have her supervisor and return to her home country to continue working at the same time of conducting her PhD research. It’s wonderful to have you as our housemates! And thank you for all the supports, happiness and more (○｀ 3′○)

An interesting thing is that my groupmates @ivykhoozx and @joeey99 claimed that I have a serious OCD because I keep adjusting the format of report in this final stage. And this has agreed by my lecturer who described me as “too hardworking”, which the hidden meaning is doing many extra things. இ௰இ This is because I tried so hard for making the graphs on SPSS, and for this I watched many articles and YouTube videos. But at the end the lecturer just said it’s not necessary to have graphs in our report and PPT (;´༎ຶД༎ຶ`)