#terran prince

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Terran princes and Bradley Carl Geiger

[luribourdon]

[in1-nutshell]

Hello and is it okay to request TF with this idea?

Fem Buddy as a cybertronian (or Terran) and has a twin bot. They've been raised on earth and by humans, since they were babies and They don't know anything about Cybertron, they still loves/cares Earth and anything on it

They're famous or celebrity twins on earth. (like being genius, performer, artist, model, YouTuber, actor, or others, you choose). They do love it, the fame, the happy faces that humans get when seeing them, but They sometimes wondered where they came from.

Fem Buddy and Male! Twin are both inseparable, caring for each other, they sometimes speak/act in unison, having same and/or sharing thoughts, and had great teamwork/synchronization, and yet had teasings/sassiness in a mild way

Yet Fem Buddy and Twin have differences

Fem Bot looks like a Decepticon, has an reclusive yet timid and good-hearted, yet sometimes expressive with closed lip, also being supportive (and somewhat child-like or oblivious/innocent) twin.

M! Twin, he looks similar to an Autobot, known for being a leading/leader twin, having energetic, bold, and pompous yet somewhat mature, or something like spoiled prince yet mature and has smart personality, often showing his sharp teeth, whether he's smiling, frowning, etc., also being very protective/ aggressive for his twin.

You can add this idea if you want:

Autobots' human friend/kid(s) have been a fan of the twins (and probably had a celebrity crush/es on them), before the cybertronian thing, and they introduce the Autobots to these Celebrity twins via media of sort?

I apologize if this is complicated or I've been requested a lot. Thank you so much and also take care of yourself.

(also Happy Decepticon Day!)

Finally! I got to this one before it got erased! Again!

Hope you enjoy!

Bot Buddy Twin's who live on Earth

SFW, Platonic, Familial, Cybertronian reader

TFA

The name Issac Sumdac was one well known throughout the city of Detroit.

It was also a little-known fact of his daughter, Sari Sumdac, who was almost always accompanied by two of his most astounding looking robots.

A tall one and a small one.

Affectionally given the names Sonia and Syrus.

Sonia was the larger bot that was often seen walking the grounds of the Tower, presumably as a guard bot.

It seemed like the bot fit the job having such a large, and sharp framework.

Perfect for intimidating any trespassers.

As intimidating as the bot looked, Sonia’s family knew that she was a shy bot who just so happened to look like she could end someone with her pinkie.

A couple of tourist are looking at the big bot from a distance. Tourist 1: “Do you think it can think?” Tourist: “No way, its just a machine.” Tourist 1: “But if it could…” Tourist 2: “Probably thinking on how to annihilate human kind. I mean have you seen the size of those fists!” Meanwhile with Sonia… Sonia: “I think I’ll go visit the red birds nest before lunch time.”

Around her family, Sonia was a bit of a pushover for her younger siblings.

She couldn’t help it!

They had a mastery of the puppy dog eyes she had yet to conquer.

But make no mistake, if there is even the notice of a threat to Sonia’s family, she is making sure to get them to safety before dealing with the situation.

Sari loves hanging around Sonia’s shoulder and loves doing random trust falls with her.

The Professor has lost count of the number of times he has had to buff out dents in his eldest daughter’s frame.

Sonia loves her younger sister to death but she needs to stop giving her near death experiences.

Sonia is with the Professor watching Syrus playing with Sari play. Professor Sumdac: “You know you could always join them, Sonia.” Sonia looks at him. Sonia: “But what if I hurt them? I’m too sharp and big” Professor Sumdac: “It would be on accident. We both know you would never actively harm them.” Sonia still looks a bit conflicted but ends up joining the pair in ��Mega trust fall’. Professor Sumdac winces a bit as both Syrus and Sari fall from a ledge and Sonia cushions their fall. Professor Sumdac: “Maybe I should have talked to them about taking it easier on their sister…”

Syrus was the smaller bot.

Often seen giving some tours around the Tower for guests and tourists.

His energetic and charismatic personality fit well for the tours.

He is the closest with Sari.

Don’t get him wrong, he loves Sonia, but his baby sister is way more fun to hang out than Sonia the worry wart.

Both love playing around the Tower’s private grounds, letting their imagination run wild.

On the occasion they do decide to make the day an adventure, they both know that if things get too hairy, Sonia was always one call away.

No one in their right mind would DARE mess with them when Sonia was in her protective mode.

Sonia is just minding her business when she gets a call. Sonia: “Syrus? What—” Syrus: “Can you come get us? We might have gotten in a bit of trouble…” Sonia is already tracking down Syrus location. Sonia: “What happened? Are you and Sari okay?” Syrus: “Well… we might be hiding from Fanzone’s new rookie cop.” Sonia: “And why?” Syrus: “To be fair, he started calling Sari a brat… and we might have put a virus on his phone… and currently hiding in the park.” Sonia: “… Give me 5 minutes.” Syrus: “Yes!” Sonia: “But you two are explaining to Dad why your in this mess.” Syrus: “…Hey big sis—” Sonia: “Don’t even think about it.”

That being said, Syrus is almost, if not more protective of his family than Sonia is.

While Sonia can handle certain things being thrown at them, she has a hard time standing up for herself.

That’s where Syrus usually comes in and stands up for her.

Syrus has no problem chewing out anyone who goes after her.

Both robotic siblings are ready to choose violence if someone decides to go after their squishier family members.

The topic of the bots creation has been a hot topic for years, mainly kept up by Syrus constantly pestering Professor Sumdac about it.

Sonia stopped asking a long time ago, but that doesn’t mean she doesn’t think about it from time to time.

Especially looking at other, less emotional robots.

She is simply content with her life keeping her father and siblings safe.

Now, to the day the Autobots wake up…

Sonia was away on a nearby island trying to help Sari with her project on bird nesting sites.

Syrus is beside Sari’s side the entire time the Autobots are going around.

Absolutely blown away when the bots reveal that he is a Cybertornian like them.

Even gets a vehicle mode from them!

Every single one of the Sumdac’s remember at the last second that they had forgotten to mention the whole incident to Sonia.

The Professor swears he can hear Sonia’s ‘blood pressure rise in less than a couple seconds when he talks to her over the phone.

Syrus and Sari are in charge of telling the bots about their older sister.

Sari: “You guys are gonna love Sonia!” Optimus: “Sonia?” Syrus: “That’s our big sister.” Bumblebee: “Like human or bot?” Syrus: “Bot—Sari! She is going to flip when she finds out she’s an alien too!” Sari: “I bet she’s gonna watch all those alien movies with us now!” Ratchet turns Prowl. Ratchet: “I swear if this ‘Sonia’ is like Syrus…” They both share a look of slight dread. BOOM! The ground starts to tremble a bit. Bulkhead: “What is that!?” Bumblebee: “You think it could be the Decepticons?” Sonia appears at the front door venting heavy with panic in her optics. All the Autobots are ready to attack when Syrus and Sari run to the bot. Bumblebee: “Sari! Syrus!” Both jump up as the larger bot kneels and holds them both to her chassis. Sonia: “Your okay! Wait are you?” Sonia looks at both of them from head to toe trying to see any signs of harm. The bots are just stunned. Syrus: “We’re fine Sonia, but guess what! We’re aliens! Just like the Autobots!” Sonia finally looks up at the bots and looks just as surprised as Syrus had when he first met them. She shyly goes over and takes her servo out. Sonia: “Its nice to meet you all. I take it you helped keep Syrus and Sari safe?” Optimus blinked a bit before slowly shaking her servo. To his surprise, she was very gently in handling it. Optimus: “Yes, and you are Sonia?” Sonia smiles a bit while placing both her sibling on her shoulders. Syrus stops her. Syrus: “Wait! Sonia look what we can do!” He proceeds to transform into a car and drives a bit around the Plant. Sonia: “Wait we can do that!”

[nevesmose]

Separation 11347

This was, by Trazyn's infallible reckoning, his eleven thousand three hundred and forty-seventh divorce from Orikan. The Diviner, on the other hand, was adamant that it was in fact only their eleven thousand three hundred and forty-sixth. This dispute was what had caused the current divorce.

At first he had settled contentedly into his usual divorce routine, entering his meticulously-preserved time loop of a "Happy Divorce" party plucked from the Terran city-state of Nova Yoruk in early M3 as the Imperium kept its years.

As had been the case so many times before, the Lord of Solemnace basked over and over again in the reassurance of the assembled middle-aged humans that he was indeed so much better off without that asshole in his life, rounding off the festivities with a cake depicting a miniature confectionery figurine of Trazyn using a guillotine on a similarly-constructed sugar-based effigy of Orikan.

It was all very gratifying, and he was certain that when the amusement faded he would return to find Orikan waiting for him apologetically, his eminently bullyable faceplate resembling a weeping juvenile felid.

It was, however, not to be. He returned to the Galleries to find no trace whatsoever of Orikan. He was so disconcerted that he even briefly considered retrieving his much-prized clone of the primarch Fulgrim from stasis, but decided against it. It had, after all, only been a few subjective decades since he had placed the clone into a detailed diorama of the genuine being's final battle with his erstwhile companion Ferrus Manus for enrichment purposes. He had been thoroughly pleased with himself for coming up with entertainment of such realism and, judging by his mute tears of joy, so too was the clone.

What a wonderful caregiver I am, he had thought, jauntily walking away. Perhaps he and Orikan should adopt, which when used by Trazyn the Infinite is a word which means kidnap, an Astartes or Aeldari together.

Time passed and with no sign of Orikan's return, Trazyn felt it justifiable to seek other outlets for his multifarious urges. After exhausting every category on Cronhub and getting banned from Nemesorindr, he arose to find that the necrodermis of his lower limbs had spontaneously reformed itself into the shape of a baggy, ill-maintained example of the Terran garment known as sweatpants.

This could not stand. He resolved that he would start A Project, an undertaking of such majesty and glory that no one, least of all that cycloptic fool Orikan, could deny him the attention he deserved.

After brief forays into stop-motion animation and painting miniature Space Marines (accomplished by shrinking normal Astartes through arcane technosorcery and ignoring the resulting high-pitched noises as he applied pigment of a much too viscous consistency to their battleplate) his thoughts returned once more to his display of the battle between the primarchs on Isstvan V.

Theirs was a tragic tale of heartfelt companionship severed by corruption and betrayal. He himself had mentally projected several hundred phaeronfics about them to the great repository of the Necron race whose name, although untranslatable into any other language, was best rendered as The Sarcophagus-Belonging-To-Us-Alone, and some of them had even received multiple scarabs of approval from the discerning audience entrapped there forever.

Surely, he reasoned with the confidence of a being who had long since activated the developer console of his necrodermis body and manually increased its confidence, intelligence and charisma variables to 100, this meant that no one other than he could restore their friendship.

And so, in single-minded pursuit of compassion and friendliness, the Archaeovist and his forces wrought a swathe of destruction across the galaxy.

A foray into the Eye of Terror itself resulted in the capture of Fulgrim through the use of a vast two-pronged stick to pin the writhing daemon prince to the ground where he had been basking one day, while the sacrifice of his entire collection of ancient Terran doujinshis to the haemonculi of Commorragh itself had given him forbidden knowledge sufficient to wrest back the very soul of Ferrus Manus himself and place it into a suitably prepared necron host body via the biomorphic resonance of the necrodermis which had coated his hands in life.

Finally, the moment of glory came. The daemon Fulgrim and the metallically resurrected Ferrus Manus were placed into the same containment chamber and -

It was not at all what Trazyn had hoped. After a monumental bout of hand-to-hand combat lasting for hour upon hour, the two primarchs had settled into an uneasy stalemate, in the sense that Fulgrim was currently coiled around a light fixture on the ceiling and Ferrus had run out of objects to throw at him.

"You're even uglier now than you were when you had flesh," Fulgrim hissed venomously.

"And you were more of a snake then than you are now," Ferrus shot back, the frozen inexpressiveness of his necrodermis faceplate matching the famously stone-faced countenance he had displayed in life.

Fortunately Trazyn, who never made a mistake of any kind whatsoever, had prepared for such an eventuality. A concealed slot opened in the ceiling of the containment chamber, dislodging Fulgrim from his perch, and through the opening there descended a vast garment of woven silver-metallic fabric, emblazoned with inscrutable Necron symbols and sized in such a way as to accomodate the bodies of both primarchs.

"This is your get along shirt," Trazyn said, his voice amplified throughout the containment chamber. "You will wear it."

[shenaniganeryfromtheabyss]

gender doesn't fully exist in Cybertronian society the way it does for terrans (in that it's an oppressive construct) but it does still exist and there are some who hold strong opinions about how it works

unfortunately, many of those people are in high society positions and are vocal about their opinions- mostly behind other's backs

Starborn didn't fit into presentability politics on Earth, deliberately, so she sure as hell wasn't going to give a fuck about it on New Cybertron

that didn't stop her from picking up a somewhat quiet conversation about him between a couple council members at an event, specifically about how he presents himself

and i don't mean to speak ill of the prince, you know that - mhm,, - it's one thing for him to let that brute follow him around but to show all those scars, he looks mauled. and then try to act like a femme? - yes,, can't at least look the part your attempting to play? even,, her highness,, tries. - yes, yes.

there's something familiar in the pain that's grabbed Starry's heart and seeping through the veins in his arms

[okartichoke]

Ace Avian AU Master Post ✨✨✨

This AU has gotten expansive enough (?!?!? :DDD) that I figure I'm due to make a masterpost for it!

In case you don't know, Ace Avian is an Ace Attorney wings-AU. I am far from the first person to give the characters wings, and I certainly won't be the last, but this has just been my take on it! :] If you have any questions, ideas, or suggestions, hit up my ask box! Also, please feel free to take these ideas and morph them however you like! Like I said, this is just my take! Lastly, if you make any fanworks: SLAY ILYSMMM (feel free to use the tag (#ace avian) and/or @ me :D). Now, without further ado:

Characters' Birds (revealed so far): (characters are listed in order of appearance in the games)

Phoenix Wright: Blue Jay Feys: Crows Larry Butz: Cockatoo The Judge: Bald Eagle Miles Edgeworth: Red Kite April May: Roseate Spoonbill Manfred von Karma: Gyrfalcon Dustin Prince: House Sparrow Richard Wellington: Common Blackbird Franziska von Karma: Kestrel Regina Berry: Rufous Hummingbird Hawthornes: Mockingbirds Ron DeLite: Ferruginous Pygmy Owl Desirée DeLite: Common Swift Apollo Justice: Brown Thrasher Kristoph Gavin: Princess Stephanie's Astrapia Trucy Wright: White Dove Klavier Gavin: Lesser Bird-of-Paradise (+ Astrapia hybrid) Wocky Kitaki: Harris's Hawk Clay Terran: Demoiselle Crane Datz Are'bal: Atlantic Puffin Uendo Toneido: Red-Crowned Parrot

wing studies

All posts under the "ace avian" tag will be linked here. If you draw fanart for it, I'll link it here too! (of course, with permission first :])

Major Character Introductions:

Maya Fey

Von Karmas + Miles Edgeworth

Phoenix Wright

Apollo Justice and Trucy Wright

Dahlia Hawthorne

Klavier and Kristoph Gavin

Godot

Minor Character Introductions:

April May

Uendo Toneido

Clay Terran

The DeLites + Regina Berry

Datz Are'bal and Wocky Kitaki

Character Building:

Maya/Edgeworth teaching Phoenix to fly

Sassy Phoenix pose slayyy

Phoenix Iris Era - Dyed Feathers

Cases:

DL-6

2-1

World Building: (in general, these posts don't include any ace attorney characters)

Architecture

Cars

Common Equipment

How bird?

All Other Artworks! :D (in order of creation) (fanworks included!)

Mia (the original ✨✨)

Phoenix 1 (by @\cheemsroniakalittleguy!)

Phoenix 2

Von Karma sibling bonding

Young Fran Edgeworth, Nick, Larry

Klavier Performing (by @\sc0lippi)

Many

Apollo (by @\sunflowers-and-scales)

Miego + Fey Sisters (by @\cyandreamz)

Beanix (by @\sunflowers-and-scales)

STORYTELLER SYSTEM (by @\sunflowers-and-scales)

[celestialvoyeur]

💛💙SPIRK FIC REC💙💛

Another Royalty AU from the same author but this time AOS! Prince S'chn T'gai Spock and Crown Prince Sam Kirk are pushed by their families into an awkward courtship, sure to become an awkward marriage. Meanwhile, the younger Terran prince just wants to make sure his future brother-in-law feels comfortable in his new home. But unfortunately for Jim, the road to hopeless, unrequited love is paved with good intentions.

A lot of fun, very fluffy and angsty with a really satisfying ending 🥰

[minttea31]

Prince Terrane Info

Terrane is a small adult hybrid of Icewing and Sandwing descent, characterized by a sharp blend of pessimism, intelligence, and rudeness. Born blind and having lost a hind leg to a dragon viper bite during his early years, he harbors deep anger towards his father, whom he blames for many of his troubles. This resentment intensified when he learned about his father's past, leading him to confront and berate him in front of their family. 

Terrane carries both physical and emotional scars from his youth, and despite facing significant challenges, he uses his animus magic to create cures, inspired by his desire to heal others after his aunt's death—a tragedy he irrationally blames himself for.

Initially holding racist views against other tribes, particularly Icewings, Terrane has softened towards some, like Baracudda, with whom he gradually forms a better rapport. He is known for his sharp tongue and attitude and is unafraid to confront those who cross him. However, he possesses a softer side, especially concerning his niece, Scilla, for whom he crafted and enchanted a necklace that shimmers whenever she's excited. 

His close friendships with Lumnia and Raven provide him with solace, particularly after the tragic death of another dear friend, Tumbleweed. Now living with Lumnia post-battle, he navigates complex family dynamics, remaining indifferent towards his older brother and mother while feeling neutral about his sisters.

Although he loathes his blindness, Terrane embraces it as part of his identity, believing it makes him unique. His greenhouse, managed with the help of his yet-to-be-named Appertiance, serves as both a sanctuary and a testament to his healing aspirations. Despite his rough exterior, the warmth of his relationships—especially with Lumnia, Raven, and Scilla—reveals a deeper complexity within this sassy, outspoken dragon.

Age: 19 (Human years)

Sexuality: Aromatic/Asexual

Partner: None

Ref:

Other Art:

Art credits: @minttea31 & Xyondew (Artfight) @hazardousdragonboy

[vonlipvig]

Causes of death in the Ace Attorney franchise

Because I'm bored, and what do we do when we get bored? We MAKE LISTS! I went through every character dead character in the canon game universe (so AA1-6, AAI1-2, and TGAA1-2, sorry PWvsPL) and jotted it all down below, so let's see what the most common (specified) cause of death in Ace Attorney is:

Stabbed (x15)

Shot (x15)

Hit by a blunt object (x14)

Impaled (x5)

Poisoned (x4)

Fell to their death (x3)

Hanged (x3)

Car crash (x2)

Strangled (x1)

Electrocuted (x1)

Crushed (x1)

Suffocated (x1)

Asphyxiated (x1)

Heart Failure (x1)

Burned (x1)

Full list with character names all color-coded by game and more specific data below! (Beware of SPOILERS for the whole series!)

COLOR CODE: OG Trilogy - AJ - DD & SOJ - AAI1 - AA12 - TGAA 1 & 2

(AAI gets two different colors since a lot of people probably haven't played AAI2 yet. Sorry, DD and SoJ, you have to share. 'Why don't you do one color for the whole Apollo Trilo-' No <3)

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Stabbed (x15)

(Bruce Goodman, Misty Fey, Rex Kyubi, Constance Courte, Clay Terran, Metis Cykes, Inga Karkhuul Khura'in, Byrne Faraday, Manny Coachen, Horace Knightley, Di-Jun Huang, Mason Milverton, Jezaille Brettª, Odie Asman, Klint van Zieks)

Shot (x15)

(Gregory Edgeworth, Robert Hammond, Turner Grey, Pal Meraktis, Romein LeTouse, Magnifi Gramarye¨, Dhurke Sahdmadhi, Buddy Faith, Oliver Deacon, Deid Mann, Mack Rell, Ethan Rooke, Pop Windibank, Genshin Asogi, Tobias Gregson)

Hit by a blunt object (x14)

(Cindy Stone, Mia Fey, Russell Berry, Kane Bullard, Zak Gramarye, Candice Arme, Paht Rohl, Archie Buff, Jove Justice, Dumas Gloomsbury, Ka-Shi Nou, Isaac Dover, Jill Crane, Jack Cameron)

Impaled (x5)

(Jack Hammer, Neil Marshall, Manov Mistree, Puhray Zeh'lot, Tahrust Inmee¨)

Poisoned (x4)

(Glen Elg, Terry Fawles¨, Drew Misham, John H. Wilson)

Fell to their death (x3)

(Dustin Prince, Jack Shipley*, Akbey Hicks)

Hanged (x3)

(Joe Darke°, Celeste Inpax¨, Dahlia Hawthorne°)

Car crash (x2)

(Ini Miney*, Selena Sprocket*)

Strangled (x1)

(Juan Corrida)

Electrocuted (x1)

(Doug Swallow)

Crushed (x1)

('Di-Jun Huang')

Suffocated (x1)

(Taifu Toneido)

Asphyxiated (x1)

(Duncan Ross)

Heart Failure (x1)

(Azura Summers^)

Burned (x1)

(Magnus McGilded)

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ª: She was stabbed, right? Like, she was poisoned first, but she died from the stab wound first, if I'm correct. Do tell if I'm wrong, lmao.

*: Accidental deaths

^: Natural death

¨: Deaths by suicide

°: Executed (Joe Darke's method of execution isn't mentioned, but if we assume Japanifornia goes by Japan laws, then hanging is the only method of execution used. Probably a higher number of deaths by hanging then, whether you believe some people got executed or not. Also, a lot of the killers in TGAA probably got executed, too? I just jotted down the confirmed cases, but yeah.)

(Also, von Karma died of 'Something'. Who knows. Of being too ashamed, maybe. Sucks to be him).

I probably missed some characters/omitted them, because who knows, it's my list I guess. If I forgot someone important do let me know!

[wolf-among-mechs]

Christmas, or the winter holidays if you so prefer, in Rasalhague is the sight of a rather peculiar tradition. A hallowed tradition brought from the original Scandinavian settlers from Terra. It starts in earnest on the 24th. It goes without saying that a smörgåsbord is part of the customary lunch and then subsequent meals for the next couple of days. But here it is called a Julbord. Or Yuletable if you will. The centrepiece is a ham that has been boiled and then glazed in mustard. Meatballs are next and fried prince sausage, a very small sausage. Beyond that, it varies from planet to planet and family to family. Depending largely on what is abundant and to agreed upon to be the tastiest. Potato casserole, rice pudding, ribs, hard and soft bread, cheeses, head cheese, pickled cucumbers, leg of lamb, and whatever game you can hunt on the planet. Fish has a traditional place. Lutfisk is considered a ceremonial component for good luck because almost nobody eats it. Herring is traditional, as with many Rasalhagian traditions. Eel holds a special place on the table, but its rarity ensures that very few families have access to it. Salmon and char are both common pieces as well. Here is when you note that influence of the Draconis Combine. Fish holds a high place in the Combine as well, which has led to a fair bit of cross-pollination from the many years of their rule. Maki and nigiri are both common on the Rasalhagian yuletable. But in many places, "Strömmaki" as it is known in Swedenese, which is a maki roll but using a herring instead is quite common. It is believed to have evolved from something once called rollmops which was some sort of herring roll.

Food talk aside. The strangest thing is that at three o'clock local time, they play an animated video from ancient Terra. It's high point being an anthropomorphic pantsless bird in a jungle attempting to photograph other birds whilst a voice in Swedish speaks over an incomprehensible English voice from the birdman. There is also a cartoon that follows the ancient terran legend of Santa's workshop with his elves making toys. Including painting chessboards with a chequered colour. A mouse man and his dog cuts down a Christmas tree only to find squirrels inside it who then cause mischief. Finally ending with a duet of an English voice and a dubbed voice in Swedish over it singing "When you wish upon a star".

This single short animated piece of media is one of the most hallowed and long-lived traditions within Rasalhague. The combine could not stamp it out. Underground transmissions, private recordings, and hidden Christmas gatherings ensured that it kept alive. The Ghost bears were more unsuccessful in trying to remove it from their Dominion. Finding that instead this tradition deepened familial and friendly bonds. To where spending time watching this piece of media on the 24th was a mark of being trothkin.

And from this also comes the traditional Rasalhagian winter holiday greeting.

Swedenese: Från minasan till minasan, totemo god yule

Swedish: Från oss alla till er alla, en riktigt god jul.

English: From all of us to all of you a very merry Christmas.

[maythevoidnotscreamback]

My outrage given voice: Stop saying Usagi can still be Queen of Earth when you don't have her marrying or loving Mamoru!

Like, seriously people!

The way I see it, the reason the Great Freeze or whatever other disaster(s) that resulted in Crystal Tokyo, because something else might cause it in different timelines, comes about is because when Usa and Mamo marry with love binding them, not obligation or fate telling them so, it causes a knock-on effect. The two willingly coming together for so powerful a reason causes some form of upset in the universe/cosmos, kind of like how hurricanes are formed, it's no one's intention or fault but it still happens, and when all is said and done it causes them to become King and Queen once everything has been 'fixed'; because it's their love for one another and what they know each-other cares for combined that helps them 'fix' whatever had been broken.

But! What I'm talking about is when people don't want to pair her with Mamoru and she still becomes Queen of Earth, either because 'that's her fate' or because she still marries Mamoru but loves someone else. I am of the opinion that if Usa and/or Mamo don't love one another when they get married, or simply not get married at all because they want to be with someone else, (because I have no doubts whatsoever that Setsuna would let either be unhappy if they didn't have to, especially when she can just as easily tell them that it's their true and pure love for one another that brings it about, if not in so many words) then whatever caused CT is just not going to happen. Like, at all.

And regarding those few who imply she'll still be Queen of Earth early in fic despite not marrying Mamoru at all, with the caveat that she's marrying another Senshi like StarFighter or Royal like Kakyuu to 'save Earth from its inevitable destruction', well I find that annoying. Why? Because she's the Lunarian Princess becoming Queen of Earth without having married the Terran Prince, (having instead married/fallen for a foreign entity/being to the planet) who actually has proper claim to the Planetary Throne as said by Helios to become King. Like, unless the guy's dead and he's given instructions to Helios that he is bequeathing his Throne to Usagi/Serenity and/or her Line until his reincarnation's rebirth, or the planet itself providing its own Heir, to which can be a kinda Sword in the Stone scenario by using the Golden Crystal, there's no way she'd take over as Queen without being called a Usurper or Pretender to the Throne by the people, especially when she doesn't have to. Simply say that SM did her part to save the planet for the last time, so don't waste your second chance. The only other example I'd accept, which one would think implausible since there is Helios unless he has Rules to follow not unlike Pluto with the Gate of Time, is when they don't even know about Mamo being the reincarnated Prince because that specific reveal hadn't happened for whatever reason, like what happens in "Even Miracles take a little time" by Queen Risa over on FFN.

"But what about ChibiUsa!" I hear you cry. 'What about her?' I'd reply. I'm not saying she's not important, as much as I've always hated her in general, some of the things the Senshi had been through only happened because of her presence, but I'm also not saying she'll be killed off or become non-existent. She started to disappear in the 90's anime when the possibility that Mamoru, her Papa's past self, would be forever under Nehelania's spell and Usagi, her Mama's past self, killed off was a thing, right? But! Hear me out. What if she was disappearing not because she wasn't going to be born but because she was now in a past she couldn't be in as an impossibility? It hurt her so much, not because she was becoming unborn but because Time itself was trying to forcefully put her where she's a possibility and she was fighting to stay right where she was, a past that wouldn't result in her conception or birth. And she returned because she'd been fighting to stay when she 'disappeared' that Time had no choice but to put her back when she became a possibility again.

Again, if Usa and Mamo don't marry out of love, but out of obligation or 'for ChibiUsa', then whatever disaster that resulted in CT's formation isn't going to happen. As such, she cannot, should not, be called Queen of Earth. Like, ever.

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SELLING STOLEN AVATARS AND OR USING FABRICATED ACCESS CREDENTIALS TO CLAIM TO BE SOMEONE'S OLDER RELATIVE AND ORDER USING MILITARY AND OR ROYAL ACCESS PRIVILEGES THAT THEY BE GIVEN ESSENTIALLY NO TECHNOLOGY ACCESS OF ANY TYPE BEGINNING AT BIRTH - BORN IN THE MATRIX LIKE BRADLEY CARL GEIGER

[flare-of-flame]

Was bored, made Jod poem

Title: child god of an undead sun

In the grand tall halls of cold

Hiding souls of kings lost and old

God of all, god of blood and bone

Lonely on high, his mistakes well shown

John Gaius, what have you become

Such a godly tune you sadly hum

Gone the home of your birth

Twisted its soul with gaping mirth

Maw so wide, teeth so glistening

Soul by soul till no one’s left listening

Screams of old and those yet young

Survivors to stars so wide far flung

Now you idle there, resurrections burning glare

Proud king of a system laid barren and bare

Destroyer always, redeemer never

Sweet child of earth, far far too clever

The terran mother gave you her power

Yet you robbed her of every last wilting flower

Bringing them and others back the same

But none return the way you came

Mad tyrant and true necromancer

You perhaps became the burning cancer

The same you yearned all to cure

How you were naive and pure

Death comes to all dear undying Prince

Will you give your hands a final rinse?

Will you watch Dominicus sun?

As the once cows of eons past flung?

Mournful and resenting

Universe resetting.

Prince of all, god of some left (beef)

How you decided to leave us lovingly bereft.

[stardustspell]

Would love to hear more about your original writing work!

-justatinycollector

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An Excerpt from When They Fall - Current WC: 157k Genre: Science Fiction/ Fantasy, Action, Cosmic horror

"From the Memory of Ilya Ko’vach Siran, Crown Prince of the Solarian Empire

Sol Date: September 16, 2233

Since it was a quiet night on the edge of neutral space for once,  Ilya completed his patrol of the Xenith quadrant on auto-pilot. With his boots kicked up on the console, he leaned back in his chair as he watched the viewport as keenly as he cared to. 

Which was, admittedly, not very much.

The Earth’s single satellite was thousands upon thousands of miles away, but he could see it as clear as day through the view screen. As far as moons were concerned, it wasn’t anything out of the ordinary. It was a lifeless, inhospitable cold rock with two terraformed military bases on the light and dark side. At one point when they’d first arrived, they’d nearly taken it—if only they had, Vera S’al Inarik, his sister, would still be alive.

But he closed his eyes and let out a deep breath and adjusted the trajectory of his mobile suit to sling-shot him as close to the edge of neutral space as he dared. In the meantime, he maximized the view of Luna as he drew further and further away from her. All silvery pale white, like a pearl held in stasis between invisible fingers.

Unlike Earth, Solaris had five satellites. Of them only three, Candria, Orüm, and Gôthé were colonies. Māré Leith, the Green Daughter, was the home of Varine d’ol Mokhoth, the Watchtower of the Goddesses inhabited only by priestesses, and the fifth was Varādos.

Stepping foot on this moon was expressly forbidden—and for very good reason. It was a chunk of tidally locked iron with a noxious atmosphere, brimming with monstrous beasts. On the homeworld, it was called the Eye of the Void.

“We should just go back,” Soren K’el Dobrevnik  grumbled, his voice slightly static-y in his ears. They had been friends since childhood—he was the son of Duke Verrick gôl Darenwyn of Corellon, a planet in the Protareon system—about three hundred light years from Solaris. “The Terrans have crawled back to their little hideyholes and we’ve been at this for hours.” 

“Do you want to explain to Vice Admiral Forza why we didn’t complete our perimeter?” 

There was a beat of silence before, “no.” 

“Then I suggest you take it easy.” 

“Whatever, my liege.”

An Excerpt from Rage in the Deep - Current WC: 6K Genre: Contemporary Speculative Fiction/Paranormal Romance

“So, you’re sure you want to do this?” Cas asked, shooting Emma a raised brow from across the table. With her long sheaf of black hair, willowy graceful figure, and delicately sloping monolid eyes, Cas looked practically elven. 

We’d gotten a booth at one of those popular LA haunts where you could occasionally spot celebrities if you looked hard enough. I’d seen Mandy Moore here once two years ago with some guy who was allegedly her agent.

“Like, Maine is in the middle of nowhere. What are you even going to do there? Fish? Attend Stephen King conventions?” 

“I’m positive,” I sipped at my pomegranate marg. The warm spring breeze suffused the covered outdoor patio space with the fragrant scent of jasmine, asphalt, and smog. “But it'll probably be less fishing and more YouTubing how to repair damaged electrical circuitry.” 

Cas wrinkled her nose as if she'd rather have a smelly sock taped to her face in perpetuity than do anything like that herself.

“Living in a lighthouse for a year’ll be cool,” Emma said, rolling around liquid amber whiskey in her glass. Emma Salter was A Working Actress (trademark) and had been on six episodes of Game of Thrones season 6 as a noble woman in King's Landing and Margot Robbie’s body double on the last two projects she’d filmed in town. “Are you gonna have Wi-Fi?” 

“Yep,” I popped the p. “We can still chat over Discord, so it won’t be like I disappeared into the Bermuda Triangle or anything like that.”

“Sweet,” She nodded. 

“And, you are coming back to LA after, right?” Cas asked, eyes round. We’d only known each other for a couple of months, but she’d been one of the few folks I’d met here who hadn’t turned out to be a massive flake. 

“Maybe,” I told her quietly. “I guess I’ll have to see.” 

“See…what?” 

I looked up at her and smiled. “If I run out of road.” 

An Excerpt from Throwing Down the Gauntlet - Current WC: 7.5k Genre: Contemporary Adult Romance / Comedy

LARP (noun): An acronym which stands for Live Action Role Play, and is a type of interactive role-playing game in which the participants portray characters through physical action, often in costume and with props.

Followers: 126.2k

I was on break at my second job when I checked my TikTok notifications. To my surprise, they had been going off every ten seconds since 11AM, not thirty minutes after I posted the short we'd filmed at Molly’s. Heart hammering in my ears, I scrolled all the way to the beginning of the notifications to understand what had kicked it all off, only to find that Highland Leathercrafts had been mentioned… by Henry Martineaux.  My stomach bottomed out.  You have got to be joking. 

I clicked on his comment. 

Working Leather Shop and Armory [2 hours ago]

Wow—great tooling. Reminds me of @ TheOldeCeltic's work! 

The Olde Celtic [2 hours ago]

@ WorkingLeatherShopandArmory It is my work! I made this design in collaboration with @ highlandleathercrafts. Good eye!

Their conversation continued until I didn’t care to follow it anymore. I clicked out of the thread and scrolled past all of their conversation notifications until I reached the landslide of comments and shares. It began with Henry himself sharing Highland’s TikTok on his page. 

On the video he'd posted, he'd added the text…That’s a great sporran if I’ve ever seen one. 

My expression had settled into a scowl as I clicked out and sat back in the foldout chair, pulling the elastic out of my hair and shaking out the ponytail with my fingers. Gaze sticking on the moldering mustard stain on the break room ceiling, I clenched and un-clenched my jaw.

Any attention is good attention—even if it comes from a guy who constantly spoils your product launches. I repeated this like a mantra until the words became meaningless and had done absolutely nothing to soothe my terrible mood.

[paramounticebound]

~ Character Info Sheet

name: Sibahl Khan Noonien Singh

name meaning: 'Khan', often a surname, is derived from the historic title khan, referring to a military chief or royalty. Ruler, leader, king. / 'Noonien' is of Chinese origin and means "gifted one". The story goes that Gene Roddenberry, in the midst of the Cold War, was attempting to find a friend with this name and hoped seeing it on the big screen would enable them to connect again. / 'Singh' is a Punjabi/Sikh surname, derived from the Sanskrit word सिंह (IAST: siṃha) meaning "lion", and is used in the sense of "hero" or "eminent person". ['Sibahl' is rooted from two different sanskrit words: 'singh' which means lion and 'bal' which means strength.]

tl;dr his name is an amalgamation of different cultural roots, while the general meanings remain consistent.

alias/es: The Augmented Prince, The Augmented Tyrant, John Harrison, Captain, Popsicle, KHAAAAN

ethnicity: indian british now ig thanks section 31 ┐('～`；)┌

one picture you like best of your chara:

and his alternate fc b/c i have no chill:

three h/cs you've never told anyone:

His name, I suppose. Learning that 'Khan Noonien Singh' was not the original name for the character sort of set me off, along with the moment in the comic where he took on a new moniker. Sibahl is the name that Sarina gave him, and sometimes he still tastes it in the back of his throat; yet when he'd realized what he must become to lead his people, he shed it in favor of KHAN.

While he fears failure and loss, Khan does not fear death. Truthfully, he finds the concept comforting in a way that words can barely describe. To return to the earth, to stardust, is so unfathomably beautiful-- to continue the cycle of life until it dissipates in entirety. His body will feed the soil, bacteria and carrion consuming all that he has to offer, and so he will live on and on in a way that the soul cannot. He's absolutely written poetry about it, and you'll never get to read it.

When he was a child, he was gifted a khanda by a close friend of Sarina's-- a historian and antique dealer. While it was originally ornamental in design, Khan sharpened and modified it to become a functional weapon.

While I generally consider him unable to scar, a wound from a previous rp partner yet transcends many of his verses. It's a scar just under his rib cage on the left side, vaguely in the shape of a sunburst.

three things your character likes doing in their free time:

Calligraphy-- he misses paper and ink, how his hands long to create instead of destroy.

Playing chess-- a way to destress while keeping the mind sharp.

Whittling-- he has occasionally been known to gift woodwork he's created. Not as often in his current timeline.

eight people your character likes / loves:

Marla McGivers (@sweetbitterbitten): A mad widower does not a worth leader make. Without her, insanity is the best comfort that can be had. With her-- oh, with her, Persephone to his Hades, he is fit to rule in hell. He is fit to drag it wherever he needs it to be.

Fox Alkaev (@vuulpecula): After writing him for so long, Fox has become interwoven into his story, in some way or another. In every verse, he is somehow connected to her.

Sarina Kaur: Mother is God in the eyes of a child.

Joachim: What is a king without an advisor? This is his right hand man and greatest confidant.

Kati: Much like Joachim, he relies on her wisdom, either as a dampener to his righteous fury, or a kindling when blood must be shed.

Liesel Ivanov (@noblehcart ): Who else can dance only to melody of humming stars and thrumming hearts?

His unnamed child from Wrath of Khan/Ender (@middaysandmidnights): His child, his legacy, his lifeblood. The one whom he hopes will endure despite him.

The rest of his crew: without them, he is nothing, a dead end king, a freedom fighter without a cause.

Multiple muses that have melted his icy heart over the years. I'd make a giant post if you'd let me.

two things your character regrets:

Terran exile, and how long it has taken to regain a rightful throne. He wishes that he hadn't relied on the unknown to save them.

Letting any of his people die. Those that have still haunt him, ghosts ever present, continually chanting, "Our captain has left us behind."

two phobias your character has:

Claustrommetaphobia - fear of suffocation in an enclosed space.

Atychiphobia - an extreme fear of failure.

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If youre still doing that ship fic game! #50 (…out of love) for princess cake 🥹🙏❤️

50. ...out of love

Some princess cake space opera for you! I'm absurdly proud of this one.

Jenson is saying his last farewells to the Terran embassy on Mercedes when he observes a bright shape hurtling down the courtyard. It’s Nico sprinting towards him, the tails of his princely uniform trailing behind him. Jenson doesn’t exactly anticipate Nico launching himself into Jenson’s arms, but he does a handy job of catching Nico around the waist and accepting a huge, wet kiss on the lips. 

“Sweetheart,” Jenson coos, setting Nico carefully down on the glassy stepstones of the courtyard. It’s gone dusk already—or what would be called dusk on Earth—and Mercedes’s silver atmosphere has melted away to reveal a familiar starry sky. 

Nico wrinkles his nose. “I don’t know why you say that,” he complains. “Sweet heart,” he sounds it out, making big shapes with his mouth. “Hearts are umami, like the meat of most carbon-based lifeforms. You’ve had meat before, right?” Nico cocks his head, confused.

Something hot-blooded unfurls in Jenson’s chest, underneath the collar of his ambassadorial uniform. “I’ve had meat,” he says. On Earth, leaving his arms wrapped loosely around Nico’s waist would make him a skeeve, but this kind of thing is normal on Mercedes. The kiss was just Nico’s way of saying hello. 

“Well,” Nico prevaricates. Jenson watches the play of artificial light across Nico’s face. His skin is just this side of opaque with an opalescent shine. Only his nose wrinkles, and everything else flexes fluidly over sharply-defined bone structure. “I just wanted to say goodbye. Since you’re leaving now.”

Nico leans in to kiss Jenson again and sweeps his tongue across the seam of Jenson’s lips. It still feels strange to be sucking face in full view of the courtyard, even after a thousand friendly kisses from Nico and the rest of the welcome party. Jenson has to remind himself that Nico has a fiancé before he does something incredibly stupid. 

He pulls away and uses the hand on Nico’s waist to create half a meter of distance between them. Nico looks at the space between them skeptically. 

“I’ll be back,” Jenson promises. It’s a real promise, because he was assigned to the Mercedes post and he’s contractually obligated to visit the embassy every six Earth months. 

Nico pouts. His eyes are shining, and it's not just Mercedean morphology. “One more,” he insists, and leans in again.