#the Arcturus missions

[typewritingyip]

The Arcturus Missions

So, I have been working on this for a little bit, I am far from an Artist but I desperately wanted this for my Spotify playlist. So, please enjoy the mission patch.

This is the general Arcturus Mission patch, not specifically for One or Two (or 3-5) I probably wont do that just cause it took me like 3 weeks to make this.

Anyways, part 21 will hopefully be out tomorrow? But I haven’t had much time to work on it.

[artdagz]

I'm cooking something up, but I'm only going to release it once I've got it all done.

Have a sneak peak, so I won't back out of this, cause I have a tendency for having lots of WIPs rotting in my files:

Anyways, Prowl and Sunstreaker going on a recon mission together cause Jazz got sick after being on a long mission before and Sunstreaker was the only other human mech that was free at that point.

What was supposed to be only reconnaissance ended up more than they bargained for.

…….

Prowl pressed closed to the solid rock behind him as skittering legs passed by him, locking all his joints and vents to stay silent.

From where he stood he could just see the hull of the human, hidden in a crevice on the opposite side of a path, through some alien vegetation.

The human wasn’t inside, though, he was on some big plant he had referred to as a tree earlier. Sunstreaker was about optics level for prowl and luckily twice as high up as the scouts head that was passing him this very moment.

[sgt-tombstone]

Polaris

This is my secret santa gift for @gorsime/@farahfriday! I hope you like it!!

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When Simon was a kid, he stole a book about space from his local library. Not his finest moment, to be sure, but the guilt of it was vastly outweighed by the comfort of scrambling up onto the roof of his house—the only place where his dad couldn't reach him—with nothing but a flashlight and his pilfered book. He'd sit up there for hours, naming the stars and tracing the constellations, until the sun rose and hid the tiny pinpricks of light once more.

The hazy glow of Manchester hid all but the brightest of stars, so many of his favorites remained little more than pictures on a page, but he glutted himself on Arcturus and Gaia, Cassiopeia and Andromeda. On good days, he challenged himself to find as many of the zodiac constellations as possible. On bad days, he stared at the North Star for so long that his eyes blurred and his chest ached. He didn't know why it called to him so strongly—its brightness, maybe, or its stubborn persistence—but he knew, with an inexplicable yet unshakable confidence, that home for him wasn't the building beneath him. Home was due north, somewhere along the longitude pointing true north.

When he joined the military, he assumed that his true north was a long-lost dream. Officer training had briefly reawakened the dormant sparks when he'd had to sit through a seminar on astronavigation, but the embers were snuffed just as quickly. Dead men had graves, not homes, and he didn't feel the pull of Polaris deep in his chest for a long time. Not until recently. Not until Johnny.

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Ghost didn't give the universe credit for much—it had screwed him over more times and in more ways than he could count—but he had to admit that, at present, things weren't as bad as they could be.

He'd long since stopped expecting missions to go smoothly, because life didn't work that way and apparently neither did the 141. Being an optimist in the military was a recipe for disaster, so most soldiers maintained a healthy dose of realism, but Ghost had fully swan-dived into pure pessimism years ago and hadn't ever really breached the surface, despite Soap's consistent and concerted efforts to sway him towards some sort of sustained positivity.

At the current moment, though, the tables had turned. For once, he wasn't being the pessimistic one.

“Just our fuckin' luck," Soap spat, kicking at his gear bag before continuing his rampage around the small cabin. "Stuck all the way out here in this god forsaken forest, fuckin' middle of nowhere, piece of shite safe house-"

The mission had been easy, almost suspiciously easy, but Ghost wasn't in the habit of looking a gift horse in the mouth; he'd turned himself into a well-rounded veterinarian, capable of handling whatever inevitably, predictably went wrong. And in the grand scheme of things, this particular gift horse was barely limping. Sure, he and Soap had been separated from the rest of the 141, forced to retreat to the only safe house in four hundred square miles, all communication cut, but it could have been worse.

"How the fuck are we supposed tae get out o' here?" Soap growled, ripping his earpiece out and hurling it to the floor with a wordless scream of frustration. "Comms doon, no radio, fuckin' smoke signals or catch the nearest fucking pigeon-“

Ghost was leaned against the wall next to the only door, his arms crossed over his chest, enjoying the show with a single raised eyebrow. He knew that most of Soap's anger wasn't really anger; their separation from the rest of the 141 had come in the form of several very close calls with stray bullets, followed by over an hour of climbing up a forest-blanketed mountain to their one-room hideout. Adrenaline, fear, and exhaustion warred in Soap's blood, erupting as righteous, turbulent rage. Ghost's eyes tracked Soap's movement around the room, letting the artificial anger flow around him like water in a stream.

"Dinnae ken how long it'll be before they find us," Soap ranted, pulling his tac vest over his head, sending a mag pouch skittering across the floor. "Fuckin' sitting ducks out here, we are, waitin' for some bampot to pull their heid out o' their-"

“Thought you'd be happier to be stuck in a safe house with me, sergeant. Weren’t you the one who mentioned cohabitation recently?” Ghost asked, cutting his sergeant off, and he regretted the words as soon as he said them, his joking tone doing nothing to soften the way they landed like a mortar shell in the middle of the room.

Soap had brought up the topic of moving in together just before loading out three days ago, a half-finished conversation, and Ghost hadn't had the chance to answer one way or the other before they'd had to board the transport for infil. He could tell that the lack of response had weighed on his partner in the days since. Joking about it now was probably a bit too much, too soon. Soap spun in place and fixed Ghost with a withering glare, every muscle held taut with barely-contained rage.

“Tha's no' what I meant and you fuckin' know it, Simon.”

“I know, Johnny, I'm sorry," Simon said gently, his entire body softening on an exhale. He took his mask off and opened his arms slightly, an invitation. "Come here, love."

Johnny needed his boyfriend right now, not his CO, and despite Price’s grumbling on the subject, the two of them did a bang up job of keeping the two facets of their lives, the two aspects of their relationship, separate. He watched as Johnny sloughed off the tension in his shoulders and trudged the short distance between them to press his forehead to the ridge of Simon's collarbone. Simon wrapped his arms around his boyfriend, glad that he'd had the foresight to doff his own plate carrier when they'd entered the safe house half an hour earlier; the only thing separating the two men were their shirts and several layers of dried sweat, and he could feel Johnny's heartbeat against his ribs.

“We’re going to be okay, sweet'eart,” Simon murmured, pressing a kiss to Johnny’s temple and burrowing his nose in the dent that Johnny's headphones left in his mohawk. He swept a hand down Johnny's spine, coaxing him to relax against him. “We always are when we’re together."

He felt Johnny heave a deep breath and nod before his arms came up to wrap around Simon's back, gripping the fabric of his shirt in his fists.

"Don't terrorists know tomorrow's Christmas?" Johnny muttered, and now they were getting to the crux of the issue. "Don't they know I'm supposed tae be in Glasgow with my boyfriend right now?"

"I don't think they care, love," Simon rumbled with a smile. He was helpless against it, his chest constricting with awe and affection every time Johnny called him his boyfriend; such a simple thing, but it meant everything. His free hand wrapped around the back of Johnny's neck, gently massaging out some of the tightness in the muscles at his nape. They stood like that for several moments, swaying slightly in place as the adrenaline of the mission eased and their heartbeats softened to a synchronized thrum.

"We’re safe," Simon continued lowly, dropping his head to speak in Johnny's ear, his lips moving against the shaved portion of his head. "No one’s shooting at us, neither of us are injured. We have a well-stocked safe house in a very defensible position. It's the only safe house in the area, so Price'll get Nik out here by tomorrow, comms or not, no messenger pigeon required. We're gonna be okay."

"I know," Johnny said. His voice was muffled by Simon's chest and he drew back just enough to look him in the eyes, blinking slowly like a cat.

"We can spend New Years in Scotland instead," Simon said, his lips brushing against Johnny's forehead. It wouldn't be the same, he knew—Johnny loved Christmas, had been so excited to bring Simon home for the holidays for the first time—but it was something.

"Lookin' tae get a New Years kiss outta me, Simon Riley?" Johnny grinned, wiggling his eyebrows salaciously, like Simon needed a special occasion to kiss him. He rolled his eyes and pressed his lips against Johnny's in a chaste peck, just to prove the point.

"Every year, for the rest of my life, Johnny," he said, then took a step backwards and caught one of Johnny's hands in his, tugging him towards the door before he could fully process what Simon had said. "Now, come on, come outside with me.”

“Why?”

“It’s a beautiful night," he smiled. "We’re going stargazing.”

And it was; this close to the equator, December temperatures rarely dropped below 20 degrees Celsius, and the sun had set a few hours ago, leaving the mid-winter air just shy of too cold. The trees had already lost most of their leaves, granting them a good view of the night sky, undisturbed by light pollution.

Simon led them to the roof of the safe house, tucking themselves and their guns between two dormers; they were several dozen miles from the warehouse they'd raided hours before, but Simon didn't want to take any further unnecessary risks. He braced his feet on the gentle slope of the roof, his arse already protesting the rough shingles, and tugged Johnny to sit between his bent knees, back to his chest. The warmth of Johnny in his arms chased away the slight chill and any remaining tension that clung to their bones.

"Tha's gotta be a planet," Johnny murmured as they settled, pointing to a point in the distant sky. "Look how bright it is."

"Hm," Simon hummed in agreement, glancing up to get his bearings among the stars. "'S Mars." He laid his palm over the back of Johnny's hand, entwining their fingers. "There's Cancer, just behind it." He swept their joined hands to the left in a slow arc, sweeping above their heads. "There's Gemini, Taurus, Aries, Pisces, and Aquarius, just above the horizon. But look, see Capella, right there? 'S the brightest star in its constellation, Auriga, but it's actually four stars all bunched together. I don't remember their names, but it's two pairs of stars orbiting each other."

"How do ye ken all this?"

"Looked at the stars a lot as a kid," Simon shrugged, knowing that Johnny would understand what went unspoken in the mundane statement. "You should always be able to find the North Star, Johnny. Find the North Star and you can find your way home."

"Awright," Johnny said, leaning his head against Simon's. "How do ye find the North Star?"

"You see Ursa Major, there?" Simon asked, bringing their extended arms back to the right. "'S one of the most recognizable constellations. The two stars on top, Merak and Dubhe, form a line, and if you follow it up," he traced the invisible line with Johnny's fingertip until it hit, "Polaris. The North Star. As long as you're in the Northern hemisphere, that's true north."

"What if I'm in the Southern hemisphere?"

"Then you're fucked," Simon said, deadpan, and Johnny snorted a laugh.

"No, I'm serious," Simon protested, prodding Johnny lightly in the side in chastisement, but he was chuckling too. "Polaris is a pole star, it's aligned with the Earth's axis of rotation in the Northern hemisphere, but the Southern pole star—Sigma Octantis, I think—is barely visible, even on a clear night. You have to use two other constellations , the Southern Cross and two stars of Centaurus, to find approximate true south. It's a pain in the arse. Stick to the Northern hemisphere."

"What aboot that star?" Johnny asked, pointing to another bright spot, and Simon easily obliged.

They spent the next hour or so curled around each other on the roof, Simon pointing out every constellation he knew, along with fun facts about the stars in them. Anyone else would've thought Johnny to be uncharacteristically quiet, but Simon knew the man was a sponge; the fastest way to get him to shut up was to teach him something new. Finally, Simon exhausted his knowledge of the visible stars, and they fell into a comfortable silence.

This, he thought, was the closest to heaven he'd ever get. Johnny, safe and warm in his arms, spread out beneath the stars, the only two human beings for miles. He'd never given thought to his retirement, never thought he'd get that far, but if he did, he wanted it to look something like this. Johnny would hate it, he knew; the man was too social to live the rest of his life in the middle of nowhere, but maybe they could find a happy medium. If anyone could, it was the two of them. Their entire relationship was a game of balance; sunlight and shadow, passion and duty, pleasure and pain.

"We could do it, you know," Simon murmured after a few minutes, his voice nearly lost among the sounds of unfamiliar birds and bugs settling down or revving up for the night.

Johnny hummed in question, and Simon realized he had continued a conversation that had happened only in his head.

"This," he elaborated. "Us. We could retire, spend our days just like this."

"Ye dinnae have to retire, Simon, I ken how much ye love yer job," Johnny said, tilting his head to knock gently against Simon's temple. "When I was talkin' aboot movin' in together, I only meant off base." He caught one of Simon's hands in both of his own, kneading idly—almost nervously—at his palm with his thumbs.

"I'd love to move off base with you, Johnny," Simon said earnestly, forfeiting his hand easily to his boyfriend's ministrations. "But… We've been in the game for a long time, love. Reckon we've earned ourselves a nice retirement. Get away somewhere, just us and whatever slice of nature we land in."

"Are ye sayin' ye want tae retire?" There was no judgment in Johnny's voice, just curiosity, and Simon didn't blame him. The military was all either of them had ever known; retirement had never been in the cards for them. They lived 141, and they'd always expected to die 141, too.

"I'm saying that I'd follow you wherever you wanted to go, Johnny."

"It's a hell of an idea," Johnny said with a chuckle, nestling even further back against Simon's chest and laying his head back to rest on his shoulder. He finally released Simon's hand and Simon immediately laid it on Johnny's chest, right over his heart. "The Ghost playin' domestic."

"Here's an even better idea," Simon rumbled in his ear. "Simon MacTavish waking up every morning next to his husband."

"Oh," Johnny breathed, all amusement gone in an instant, and Simon could feel the trembling of his chest as he stuttered an exhale. "Oh, aye, I like that idea."

"Thought you might," Simon murmured. At that moment, his watch, set to local time, beeped softly. "Happy Christmas, Johnny."

Johnny sat up slightly, turning in Simon's arms to catch his gaze, and Simon brought a hand up to give him a place to rest his head, cradling the side of his face in his palm. He ran his thumb in a sweeping arc, pressing into the divot of Johnny's temple, feeling the smooth scar tissue against his calloused fingertip.

He'd almost lost him, that day in the tunnel; if Makarov's aim had been any better, Simon would've been spreading Johnny's ashes instead of making a bedside confession in the hospital. Every time he caught a glimpse of the starburst scar, he thought of Polaris and thanked whatever higher power that bothered to listen for giving them a second chance. He didn't intend to waste it.

"Happy Christmas, Simon," Johnny said with a sad smile that Simon hated; he'd pluck all of the stars out of the sky to keep Johnny from ever looking like that. "I'm sorry we couldn't spend it at my family's."

"Johnny," Simon breathed, hand still cupping Johnny's face. "I don't care about one holiday when I know we'll spend a hundred more together. When I know that we'll be able to invite your family over to ours one day to celebrate. You're it for me, love. I'm not sayin' we have to retire tomorrow, but… If it came down to you or the job, The Ghost would disappear in a heartbeat. You brought Simon Riley back to life, sweet'eart, and I'll spend the rest of it loving you."

For a long moment, Johnny gaped at him, his mouth opening and closing noiselessly as he struggled to form a response. Simon let him process, using the time to get lost in his eyes; the endless, glacial blue that had become the brightest star in his sky, his North Star, his guiding light. They were filled with unshed tears and unwavering love, and he would never understand what he'd done in his life to deserve such devotion, but he'd spend every day of his life trying to prove himself worthy of it.

"Yer no' proposin' to me right now, are ye?" Johnny finally asked, and it was obvious that he was trying to keep his voice light, joking to ease the suffocating sincerity, but his accent was thick with emotion.

"Hm," Simon hummed with a smile, chewing on the inside of his cheek as he pretended to think it over before tilting his head decisively. "Not yet. Trust me, John MacTavish, when I propose to you, you'll know it."

"I dinnae ken how you'll top tha' little speech," Johnny chuckled wetly, still sounding breathless, and Simon was helpless to do anything but kiss him.

It was innocent, relatively speaking, their lips staying closed even as Simon leaned back against the angled roof, tugging Johnny to follow him down. He let himself be consumed by the feeling of Johnny's lips on his, soft and plush and slightly chapped. He'd never get used to his partner's easy adoration, the way one of his hands found its way to Simon's cheek, then up into his hair, not tugging, just… Holding. Holding them close. His other hand was braced against the rough shingles, holding him up so he didn't smash their skulls together.

It would be so easy to turn it into something more, just a brush of Simon's free hand down Johnny's flank, a peek of tongue against his lips, a thigh raised to wrap around Johnny's hips. But neither of them pushed, content to bask in the moment, the easy intimacy of being together, being alive.

They did, however, need to breathe, so Johnny pulled away an indeterminate amount of time later, but he didn't go far. He hovered above Simon as they caught their breath, panting each other's air.

"I'll find a way," Simon rasped, not missing the way Johnny shivered at the husk in his voice just from kissing.

"What?" Johnny asked, and god, he didn't sound much better. Simon at least suppressed the chills that ran down his spine better than Johnny had.

"I'll find a way to top that speech," he whispered, reminding his boyfriend what they'd been talking about before making out like teenagers hiding from their parents. As close as they were, he saw the joke light in Johnny's eyes, taking a breath between smirking lips—

"Don't," Simon said, eliciting a yelp of outrage.

"Ye dinnae even ken what I was gonnae say!"

"Yes, I do," Simon said, but he couldn't hide his grin, especially when Johnny collapsed against him in a fit of giggles, forcing the breath from his lungs with a whoosh. "You're too predictable, Johnny. Saw it comin' a mile away- Don't!"

Simon didn't know how long they laughed, each lull sparking another bout of giggles. They clutched each other to keep from falling off the roof as much as they did for warmth, and he couldn't remember ever feeling happier. It was a strange thought to have in the middle of the woods, stuck until Price could find a clearing big enough for Nik to land, clinging to the roof of a safe house on the side of a random mountain halfway around the world from home, but…

Home, for Simon, wasn't a building. It wasn't Manchester or Credenhill. It wasn't his bunk on base or his shitty, off-base flat that only saw his presence when Price forced him on leave. Home wasn't a place.

Home was in his arms, huffing laughter against the side of his neck, stupid mohawk tickling his jaw, a bundle of blazing heat across his chest. His North Star, his true north, his guiding light. Home was wherever Johnny was; a fixed point in Simon's life, the center of his sky. He'd follow Johnny anywhere, called to his brightness, his stubborn persistence, and he knew that he'd never get lost as long as he could find Polaris; it would lead him home.

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Read it here on AO3!

[spearxwind]

Some of those dragons in your recent drawing don’t have any other posts in their tags, could you introduce a few if it’s not spoilery?

Yeah absolutely!! I'll talk about all of them >:)

Alex and C, you know em, both of em dragon arena gladiators that eventually fight to escape the crushingly oppressive conditions they found themselves in.

These planes are manned by Soleil (left), who flies an SU-30, and Gala + Reina (right) on an AWACS plane based on the saab Globaleye. Gala is a Human and Reina is a little dragon, either of them can pilot or handle the IFF system interchangeably, though usually Gala is the one who pilots.

Octane, you know him too, reventant died-but-not-really guy, a jetwing of considerable speed. He's a rly nice chill guy even if dying-but-not-really has made him exponentially more unhinged. Infamous in illegal racing. Used to be a part of Lexios' squadron. And on the right, his brother Jarek, infamous for other things. He's a bounty hunter who specializes in other dragons. Has little care for who hires him as long as he's getting paid.

Arcturus is one of the fastest dragons out there, and they are the interceptor for Lexios' squad. A whimsical guy, they just like to Go Really Fast but got roped into service along with Octane bc of their abilities.

Voltaire is the support attacker of the squad. He's a gruff older dragon with a lot of flight experience and a nasty EMP attack.

Lexios, my beloved, absolute showstopper whenever she appears. She's a jetwing based on the XB-70 Valkyrie, with a little bit from the B-52 Stratofortress. She's MEAN AS FUCK, completely unhinged, and super powerful to boot. She's the squad leader, and her squad is the preferred attack hammer of the Dragon Choir. Very probably a war criminal (god forbid women do anything).

Kelan here is the dragon prince of the region, but he genuinely doesnt care about it. He would much rather be flying around the cast and having fun with his friends than to sit at the council and think about war. His father's death left the Council pretty headless and Kelan's attitude and demeanor makes him disliked among them but deeply beloved by his people.

Razor is a one-winged dragon from the cliffsides and part of the raider force in the highlands where the story takes place. He lost one of his wings in the past, though he was never able to fly with them anyways. Outside of canon, Razor is one of my oldest dragon ocs and I wanted to breathe new life into him putting him in this world :) Also, he has a really thick australian accent. This fact is very important.

Rivier is a desert dragon that has also found herself in the highlands through Circumstances(tm). She's also part of the raider force, and has a human rider called Jem who she goes on missions with. She and Razor aren't related by blood but they have grown up together and consider each other siblings.

[talonabraxas]

Types of Starseed

There are a great many different types of starseed, but some of the most commonly-identified include:

Pleiadian

Originating from the Pleiades star cluster, Pleiadian starseeds are loving, intuitive, empathetic, creative, and sensitive individuals who have a mission to bring peace and spirituality to Earth. They are some of the oldest souls, and are among the more common starseed types. They are therefore also one of the best understood. Pleiadian starseeds have a special connection to the Divine Feminine and Akashic records.

Sirian

Originating from Sirius, one of the most important stars to play a role in spiritual awakening, Sirian starseeds are peacekeepers and guardians: bold, strong-willed, and passionate beings with a strong sense of responsibility and leadership. They often exhibit a focus on technology, innovation, and spiritual teaching.

Orion

Hailing from the Orion constellation, Orion starseeds are said to be insightful, analytical, and committed to justice and wisdom. They are attuned to ancient wisdom, which often manifests as an entrepreneurial or scientific spirit! Orion starseeds work to overcome challenges, and are therefore seen as “warriors for the light”.

Andromedan

Coming from the Andromeda galaxy (often thought to be home to various extraterrestrial civilisations), Andromedan starseeds are said to be wise beyond their years and have a strong sense of justice. They are creative and innovative, and tend to have a strong calling to bring new ideas and technologies to Earth.

Lyran

Originating from the Lyra constellation, Lyran starseeds are said to be the oldest souls in the galaxy, and are creative and excellent communicators. Sometimes depicted as being the ancestors of humans, Lyrans may have a stronger than usual connection to the Earth (especially to Egypt: one of their closest links to home) and a desire to heal and uplift. Lyran starseeds have a special connection to the Divine Masculine.

Arcturian

All the way from Arcturus (said to be home to highly evolved and spiritually advanced beings from a 5th dimension), Arcturian starseeds possess profound and innovative qualities of wisdom and healing, and a strong desire to help others awaken spiritually. They often feel more comfortable in their human forms than other starseeds.

Venusian

As you’d expect, Venusian starseeds are from Venus, and are compassionate, loving, gentle, and artistic. They have a great interest in the ancient civilisations of Earth, as well as outer space. The ancient Egyptian goddess of love and motherhood, Hathor, is thought to have come from Venus in the fourth dimension.

Lemurian

Ancient souls originating from Lemuria, Lemurian starseeds (and Atlantean starseeds) are believed to have made Earth their home sooner than any other type. They are said to be healers and teachers, and keepers of ancient wisdom. Although the defunct civilisation of Lemuria was on Earth (before its downfall at the hands of dark reptilians), its people were advanced enough to communicate with and travel to other planets.

Atlantean

Ancient souls from Atlantis, Atlantean starseeds are truth seekers and are technologically adept. Like Lemurian starseeds, Atlanteans starseeds no longer have a physical territory on Earth, as their ancestors abused their success until they were destroyed. However, those who survived their realm’s downfall had often travelled to other planets or dimensions, so can return to Earth as starseeds.

Indigo Children

Younger souls that are here to lead others into a new age, Indigo Children are independent, strong-willed, and disruptive to outdated systems. They are agents of peace and justice, and have no tolerance for evil. Indigo Children are often born with memories of their divine gifts, qualities, and mission intact, and come from a spiritual dimension of Earth that hasn’t yet finished ascending.

Illustration of a girl sitting in the middle of a large glade of magical flowers looking into infinity.

Crystal Children

Often grouped with Indigo Children, Crystal Children share the former’s mission to usher humanity into a better future. They are natural healers and lovers of nature, and have a strong connection with Pleiadian energy. Crystal Children bring joy, light, and harmony to all that they touch.

Rainbow Children

The third of the starseed types to often be grouped with Indigo Children, Rainbow Children are the youngest souls of all, and are still working to understand their role. Although their awareness of their nature can make them seem a little detached, they excel as healers and teachers, and rarely fall victim to illnesses or health issues.

Lightworkers

A unique type of starseed, Lightworkers aren’t tied to any specific planet, realm or celestial body, and are instead defined by their mission to spread light, love, kindness, and goodness. Their goal is to encourage spiritual evolution, and to help the Earth (and other worlds) to tap into higher frequency information and rise in consciousness.

Mintaken

Hailing from the planet Mintaka that once lay within Orion’s belt, Minkaten starseeds are among the original lightworkers. They’re fascinated by astrology and crystals, and are gifted with extraordinarily strong intuition. Because Mintaken no longer exists, Mintaken starseeds can feel intensely homesick, but often find solace around water.

Feline

Feline starseeds also originate within the Lyran constellation, and can be glimpsed within the cat-like artwork of some ancient civilisations. Feline starseeds are detached from the physical and in tune with the spiritual. They exist in a higher dimension to humans, and often have telepathic or psychic abilities.

Maldek

Just as Lemurian and Atlantean starseeds survived the downfall of their realms on Earth, finding refuge among the stars, Maldek starseeds survived their planet’s destruction. Maldek was a planet in our Solar System that died as a consequence of misusing technological power, and greed. On Earth, Maldek starseeds try to teach humans how to better use technology and other tools to avoid a robotic apocalypse.

Avian

Avian starseeds come from a purely spiritual realm, and journey to Earth to teach humans about metaphysics and spiritual truths. In essence, they serve as spirit guides, showing how a more spiritual life can lead to an advanced civilisation. As their name suggests, Avian starseeds often have bird-like qualities.

Martian

Martian starseeds come from the planet Mars, and seek to connect with the human race and assist with its advancement. The call of Martian starseeds might be why Earth astronomers have always felt a strong pull to Mars. The appearance of Martian starseeds is a mystery, although they tend to feel a connection with water and fire.

Polarian

Among the first spiritual beings to travel from a higher dimension and incarnate in human bodies, Polarian starseeds come from the North Star, Polaris. They are highly empathetic, and are able to feel the Earth’s energies at a very deep level. As a result, they are able to serve as mediators between humans and planet Earth.

Hadarian

Fleeing from Beta Centauri to escape slavery, some Hadarian starseeds settled on Earth and seek to build strong and happy relationships. Shy and introverted, their loving natures can make them susceptible to manipulation, but their past and present struggles can’t dampen their enthusiasm to spread unconditional love.

Reptilian

Shape-shifting, lizard-like starseeds of unknown origins who try to crush humanity’s spiritual enlightenment, Reptilian starseeds rarely have a positive goal. They desire control over humans for their own benefit, and plunge those who they influence into greed and selfishness. They played a part in the destruction of Lemuria and other realms, and are opposed by many of the other starseed types.

Draconian

A type of Reptilian starseed from the constellation Draco, Draconian starseeds seek to unite many people to a common goal, although whether this mission is for good or evil depends on the starseed. Some can be greedy and manipulative leaders, but others are diligent workers who guide awakened humans to accomplish just causes.

Agarthian Beings

Rather than originating offworld, Agarthian Beings actually come from a faery realm within Earth itself, and are therefore deeply connected to the planet. They actively protect the environment, and remember even forgotten Earthly catastrophes like the sinking of Atlantis.

An Introduction to Starseeds:

[crossroads-of-the-raven]

Just a Little Something I Noticed - With Fire at His Right and Ice to His Left - Ninjago

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The above image is from Zane's vision from the beginning of Season 1 episode 4 - Never Trust a Snake

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The above image is from the Nindroid rocket towards the end of Season 3 episode 6 - Codename: Arcturus

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In the scene from the first picture, Strength of the Earth and the Nunchucks of Lightning were actively used in battle while the final image Zane sees of the Green Ninja, before his dream wakes him up, is the first image shown - Fire at Lloyd's right hand, The Falcon (which represents Zane/Ice) at Lloyd's left hand.

In the scene from the second picture, Lloyd made the decision to sneak aboard the rocket so as to be able to keep the Overlord from getting the Golden Weapons. Kai and Zane immediately follow after Lloyd and boards the rocket. Cole and Jay on the other hand immediately reject Lloyd's idea and call it crazy. Lloyd ends up having to convince them and remind the two of their group promises to stay together in order to get them to climb aboard the rocket. While Lloyd is trying to get Cole and Jay to join the mission, Kai and Zane stand patiently behind Lloyd, their placement putting Kai at Lloyd's right hand and Zane at Lloyd's left hand.

[sleepytwilight]

hii sleepy :D could you write about a sort of like knight summoner from medieval times who thinks the boys are a prince and are bound to them to protect them? idk it came into my brain and i thought it'd be neat :D

Ohh!!! I like this ask!

𝓐𝓻𝓬𝓽𝓾𝓻𝓾𝓼

When you first summoned him, you really didn't know what happened. You thought he's some kind of magic prince because he suddenly appeared in front of you.

Anyway, Arcturus realize the monster were harassing you and was about to help you until you killed the monster by yourself.

He was surprised and when you bowed to him, he was even more surprised.

You said you'll protect him since he's a prince

He has no idea what's going on and he don't know how you can carry him up like a princess.

Okay but he actually enjoy this kind of treatment.

Okay but you need to stop protecting him every second you feels like he's in danger, he also want to protect you too.

You both ended up protecting each other, how cute.

𝓢𝓹𝓲𝓬𝓪

Spica thought you were a barbarian for a second until you told him that you're a knight from mid eartheim.

You and Spica didn't get along that well until you know Spica unhealthy sleeping schedule.

Since then you've been by his side, making sure he gets his 8 hours of sleep, eat well, throw away all the coffee-

Spica really don't really like this behavior of yours, it going on like this until one day on a mission, monsters suddenly attack you and him.

Surprisedly you defeat all the monsters because Spica don't have any energy left, he admit it he has been too harsh on you.

He became a bit softer and finally got a good sleeping schedule.

He don't have to know the fact you threatened the students to not make any troubles

𝓟𝓸𝓵𝓵𝓾𝔁

Pollux is the cutest prince ever, just admit it.

When you first saw him, you immediately go into protective mode.

Pollux in his tsundere self said he don't enjoy the fact you're protecting him (he actually likes it a lot.)

He taught you how to use gun since you can't carry the heavy sword around the academy.

Maybe teaching you how to use gun is a bad idea.

He enjoys when you addressed him "Your highness/my prince" he blushing madly fr.

He scared what will you think about him not being the real Pollux but you still want to serve him as his knight.

God how much he cried, he is happy that you didn't change your view on him.

𝓐𝓵𝓹𝓱𝓮𝓻𝓪𝓽𝔃

Why do you want to protect a big strong prince like him? Alpheratz literally asking himself why.

He actually enjoy your company, rather than a knight, you're like a friend who look out for him.

You both have sense of who to protect, both worried about Arcturus and Pollux.

It feels like a one sided friendship, your purpose is to protect your prince. He can't really change your mind can he?

When both of you found out they you two reincarnated lovers, it feels like a new world to Alpheratz.

Now he's protecting you, nothing in the world belong to him but he want to protect his beloved.

If you're a knight then he's a prince, can he ask you to be his beloved once again?

𝓢𝓲𝓻𝓲𝓾𝓼

Sirius feels awkward when you call him "My Lord" or "Master". It feels out of place, he's the one want to address you like that again.

You were Polaris, his mentor. He's just a little sorcerer who want his mentor to be with him again.

Yet you still protect him, you protected him like how Polaris used to protect him. He feels like he's about to break down everytime you asked him if he's okay.

You really love to make things complicated for him.

He realizes that as long you're here, you can't live a free life. He want you to live a life without the need to protect someone, because if you keep protecting everyone... You'll ended sacrificing yourself once again.

He's a prince that meant to betray his knight. It's all to save you don't you know that?

𝓥𝓮𝓰𝓪

Well there's two knight, it's either him or you protect. It's like a fight but without fighting.

Vega gave a lot of excuses why he should protect you, his winning chance is 50% because you know better.

You guys protecting each other, like so cute- especially in a mission when you are battling the monsters, you both are unstoppable duo.

You call him "pretty prince" just to tease him. He's a guy with pretty face lol.

When you remember him as your childhood friend, you treat him even more gentler. He'll never get use to you carry him around because you used to carry him when you both were kids.

At last, you both need to separate huh? Vega made an oath before you leave this world, he hopes for you to come back and be his knight.

[bone-season-memes]

Arcturus in the safe house waiting for the love of his life to come back from her top secret mission like

[warrenwoodhouse]

War Assets - Mass Effect Guide (Mass Effect) (Lists)

Guide by @warrenwoodhouse #warrenwoodhouse

I’ve listed every single War Asset from all three Mass Effect original trilogy games. These assets will help you win the war against the Reaper invasion.

Mass Effect; Legendary Edition: Mass Effect

Complete all Story Missions

Complete all Side Missions

Complete all Personnel Missions

Complete all Misc Missions

Complete all DLC Missions

Collect all Collectibles

Collect all Resources

Complete the game

Mass Effect 2; Legendary Edition: Mass Effect 2

Resources collected during your Mass Effect 1 campaign will carry over into your Mass Effect 2 campaign

Complete all Story Missions

Complete all Side Missions

Complete all N7 Missions

Complete all Loyalty Missions

Complete all Misc Missions

Complete all DLC Missions

Collect all Collectibles

Collect all Resources

Entire Normandy Crew and Shepard survive the assault on the Collector Base

Mass Effect 3; Legendary Edition: Mass Effect 3

Resources collected during your Mass Effect 1 campaign and Mass Effect 2 campaign will carry over into your Mass Effect 3 campaign

Complete all Story Missions

Complete all Side Missions

Complete all N7 Missions

Complete all Loyalty Missions

Complete all Misc Missions

Complete all DLC Missions

Collect all Collectibles

Collect all Resources

Entire Normandy Crew and Shepard survive the Endgame

Acquired EMS Effective Military Strength of 7800 or above

Good Ending: Choose “Destruction” (red) during the final mission “Priority: Citadel: The Return”

Bad Ending: Military Strength of 2000 or less

Alternative Ending: Choose “Synthesis” (blue) during the final mission “Priority: Citadel: The Return”

ME3 War Assets

Assets and resources collected during your campaigns of Mass Effect 1 and Mass Effect 2 will carry over into your Mass Effect 3 campaign

Alien

General Oleg Petrovsky: unlocked after completing Omega DLC

Omega Raiding Fleet: unlocked after completing Omega DLC

Omega Eezo Hoard: unlocked after completing Omega DLC

Leviathan Enthrallment Team: unlocked after completing Leviathan DLC

Liquid Assets: add

Vorcha Labor Team: unlocked after completing Omega DLC

Void Devils Fighter Wing: add

Governor Grothan Pazness: add

Citadel Defense Force: add

Batarian Fleet: add

Hanar and Drell Forces: add

Volus Bombing Fleet: add

Spectre Unit: add

Shadow Broker Wet Squad: add

Elcor Flotilla: add

Shadow Broker Support Team: add

Volus Dreadnought Kwunu: add

Rachni Workers: add

Terminus Fleet: add

Asari

Husk Neural Map: unlocked after completing Leviathan DLC

Asari Engineers

Asari Cruiser Cybaen

Asari Research Ships

Asari Cruiser Nefrane

Serrice Guard

Armali Sniper Unit

Dr. Jelize

Samara: Needs to survive the final mission in Mass Effect 2

Asari Commandos

The Destiny Ascension: Needs to survive during the mission “Priority: Citadel > Save the Council” in Mass Effect 1

Asari Sixth Fleet

Asari Second Fleet

Asari Science Team

Alliance

Dr. Ann Bryson: unlocked after completing Leviathan DLC

Synthdiamond Heat Sinks: add

Eden Prime Support: unlocked during the mission “Priority: Eden Prime” via From Ashes DLC

Zhu’s Hope Colonists: After saving the colonists during the mission “Priority: Feros” in Mass Effect 1

Mineral Resources: Collected from Mass Effect 1 and Mass Effect 2

Alliance Frigate Normandy SR-2: unlocked after completing the mission “Priority: Earth”

Diana Allers

Zaeed Massani: Needs to survive the final mission in Mass Effect 2

Kasumi Goto: Needs to survive the final mission in Mass Effect 2

Alliance Fifth Fleet

Rogue Fighter Pilots

Alliance Sixth Fleet

Communications Arrays

Alliance Naval Exploration Flotilla

Alliance Cruiser Shanghai

Alliance Spec Ops Team Delta

Arcturus First Division

Jack: Needs to survive the final mission in Mass Effect 2

Kahlee Sanders

Alliance Third Fleet

Alliance First Fleet

103rd Marine Division

Alliance Engineering Corps

Crucible

Radiation Shielding Sheath

Jovian Dissertation

Dark Energy Dissertation: Complete the “Conrad Verner” storyline from Mass Effect 1 and Mass Effect 3

Optimized Eezo Capacitors

Haptic Optics Array

Advanced Power Relays

Emergency Fuel Pods

Element Zero Converter

Terminus Freighters

Shadow Broker Starship Tech

Prothean Data Files

ExoGeni Scientists: Save them during the mission “Priority: Feros” in Mass Effect 1

Interferometric Array

Volus Engineering Team

Volus Fabrication Units

Javelin Missile Launchers

Advanced Starship Fuel

Ex-Cerberus

Miranda Lawson: Needs to survive the final mission in Mass Effect 2

Jacob Taylor: Needs to survive the final mission in Mass Effect 2

Dr. Gavin Archer: Survived in the mission “Cerberus Project: Overlord” in Mass Effect 2: Overlord DLC

Dr. Brynn Cole

Ex-Cerberus Scientists

Advanced Fighter Squadron

Cerberus Research Data

Krogan

Krogan Mercenaries

Clan Urdnot: Cure the Genophage during the mission “Priority: Tuchanka” after completing the missions “Tuchanka: Bomb” and “Tuchanka: Cerberus Base”

Krogan Clans

Krogan First Division

Grunt: Needs to survive the final mission in Mass Effect 2

Urdnot Wrex: Needs to be talked down during the mission “Priority: Virmire” in Mass Effect 1

Geth

Geth Corps: Complete the mission “Rannoch: Geth Fighter Squadrons”

Geth Fleet: Complete the mission “Rannoch: Geth Fighter Squadrons”

Geth Prime Platoon: Complete the mission “Rannoch: Geth Fighter Squadrons”

Salarian

Major Kirrahe: Needs to survive during the mission “Priority: Virmire” in Mass Effect 1

Salarian Third Fleet

Turian

Dextro Rations

Turian Spec Ops Team

Turian Engineering Corps

Turian Blackwatch

Turian Seventh Fleet

Turian 43rd Marine Division

Turian Sixth Fleet

Turian 79th Flotilla

Quarian

Admiral Zaal’Koris

Quarian Civilian Fleet

Quarian Heavy Fleet

Quarian Patrol Fleet

Changelog

29th April 2024 at 7:22 am: Added the section titled “Changelog”

30th July 2023 at 6:00 am: Moved post to my Tumblr blog from my Fandom Wiki

17th November 2022 at 11:00 am: Created post

[pomegranateboba]

ArTw Incorrect quotes (23)

Arcturus: Summoner! I heard you were having a headache and couldn't go for the mission tod- what are you doing?

Summoner, sitting on their desk: I'm doing my essay.

Arcturus: I see. Well, I hope you feel better, and finish your essay.

Spica, walking in: Summoner why did I just get a call from one of your teachers that you haven't done the essay from 3 weeks ago?

Summoner: Um.

[hungry-hungry-reader]

Hi pookie wookie my beloved, I would like to become Moon Anon (iykyk).

May I request for Septem+Rafael x Arcturus? Just...what they think about canon TEAG Arct (the scholar, yeah)

MWAHHH I LOVE YOU AND YOUR ART

🌙

Arcturus is 🌙 Anon's OC. Join the discord server to learn more ;)

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Septem 

Septem cannot stand how much Arcturus’s presence affects him.

He is supposed to be this high and mighty, only-second-to-the-creator Symbol. He should not be feeling overwhelmed by the presence of a human, even one from a higher plane.

Yet, he needs to put actual effort into remaining calm and collected. He HATES it.

But Septem also NEEDS Arcturus’s presence. He is the key to fixing the garden, and his composure be damned, Septem will see to it that the garden is restored.

Despite that, Septem does his best to get closer to Arcturus. He doesn’t delude or lie to him, no. He says it outright that he NEEDS Arct to save his world.

Okay, maybe he does hide the fact that Septem wants to use Arcturus’s influence to gain more power and control for himself.

But that’s to save his world from dying! It’s a noble mission with a tiny perk of gaining more power.

Septem is a benevolent Symbol.

Most of the time.

Rafael

Rafael hopes that Arcturus can help him. Truly

He isn’t too fond of the fact that Arcturus also possesses a puppet, but he can see the earnest attempt at preserving the puppet’s health.

And beggars can’t be choosers. At least, not when you’re begging to be rid of a Symbol possession.

Because that is Rafael’s predicament; he is possessed by Septem, plain and simple.

We don’t have confirmation of whether or not Rafael can perceive what is happening when Septem is at the helm of his body, but I will assume that he does.

Because I am an asshole.

Rafael is scheming how he can use Arct’s effects on Septem before the two of them are even formally introduced. He sees how much Arcturus’s presence affects the Symbol.

Surely, he can use it against him to get a leg up, and maybe his freedom.

I will say, Rafael isn’t happy about the fact that it’s all just a school project for Arcturus.

It’s almost demeaning. Rafael was already stripped of his autonomy. And now he’s studied like an animal in a zoo.

Fate is a cruel mistress. Especially to Rafael.

[typewritingyip]

The Arcturus Missions

Masterlist

Part One

Part Two

Part Three

Part Four

Part Five

Part Six

Part Seven

Part Eight

Part Nine

Part Ten

Part Eleven

Part Twelve

Part Thirteen

Part Fourteen

Part Fifteen

Part Sixteen

Part Seventeen

Part Eighteen

Part Nineteen

Part Twenty

———

Additional AU Things

Arcturus Two

Arcturus Three

Ao3 Link

Spotify Playlist

I want to thank the amazing and fabulous @keferon for this amazing AU and all the great things that has come out of it. :)

[artdagz]

This is what I can share so far:

Prowl and Sunstreaker - Mission Control Part 1 (sidequest)

Anyways,  Prowl and Sunstreaker going on a recon mission together cause Jazz got sick after being on a long mission before and Sunstreaker was the only other human mech that was free at that point. Sort of like a solo Episode feel thing, nothing to fancy. Currently part 3 and 4 are mostly done part 2 is still giving me a little trouble

What was supposed to be only reconnaissance ended up more than they bargained for. 

…….

Prowl pressed closed to the solid rock behind him as skittering legs passed by him, locking all his joints and vents to stay silent.

From where he stood he could just see the hull (mech) of the human hidden in a crevice on the opposite side of a path through some alien vegetation. 

The human wasn’t inside, though, he was on some big plant he had referred to as a tree earlier. Sunstreaker was about optics level for prowl and luckily twice as high up as the scouts head that was passing him this very moment.  

Prowl wished he could just radio him without it making noise, that there were more than just the two scouts they could see right now.  But meeting the humans’ optics relaxed him a little. 

Sunstreaker gave a nod towards prowl while clinging to the tree inhumanly still. 

A feat, especially since said human was holding a few berries he had picked from it.

Sunstreaker was breathing so shallow it couldn't be heard despite the stressful situation. Prowl never saw one of the humans be this still and silent and it would have come with the fear of the other being offline, if he wasn't actively clinging to a tree with four berries each the size of a human head in his arms and tracking the movement of the two quintesson scouts (buglike creatures) through the clearing with his optics.. eyes.

When prowls sensors told him the scouts were out of reach enough for them to be safe to move again, he unlocked his joints and started up his vents again as silent as he could without risking overheating.

The humans relieved breath was almost drowned completely by his own vents, but Prowl saw the visible shudder going through him. 

When Sunstreaker gestured for him to come over, Prowl checked the clearing with his optics one more time just to be sure. 

The quintessons sending so many scouts without being tipped of messed with his tac net, the probability was so low it was laughable. 

Then again, when they had landed a quintesson ship came out of hyper space unexpected, maybe this was a precaution on the quintesson side.

Prowl moved over to Sunstreaker when he noticed the human starting to look around anxiously as well.

It took a bit of maneuvering to get the berries and Sunstreaker down but once he was down Sunstreakers relief was easily visible and he ran over to his mech leaving the berries with Prowl. 

Prowl scanned over the berries hoping they'd be helpful in providing the humans what they needed. 

When Sunstreaker saw they went to an organic planet Prowl had agreed to see if they could find some different fuel for the humans as Sunstreaker said some more vitamins might help with everyone's issues,  so Jazz’ issues as well. 

While Sunstreaker approached Prowl, the cybertronian decided to take a few of the berries from the tree as well and put them into his own storage just as he had done with a few others earlier.

As Sunstreaker bent down to pick up his own berries, Prowls radio crackled to life.  

“Phew, that was something, thanks for the warning.” Sunstreaker huffed “Can we get off the planet now?” 

Prowl gave an affirmative and added “but we should move cautiously, it is not unlikely that the quintesson ship might pick up on us starting our ship.

Infiltrating their base in the current situation to see if we could use their space bridge is very much not adviseable and should be a last resort.”

Sunstreaker snorted “yeah, wouldn't have dreamt about that” the shudder was easy to hear in his voice. 

As they walk, Prowl asks “did your.. side quest.. bear the desired results?”

Sunstreaker hummed “oh.. yeah the scans show the stuff we got should help. “ 

Prowl exvented “Good” 

The short answer might have thrown Sunstreaker off a while ago but they all had learned that Prowl was genuine and even with his effectiveness he didn't mean to be rude.

It made Sunstreaker smile since he knew the question meant Prowl cared, mostly for jazz, yes, but he was watching out for the others as well, Prowl had shown that plenty of times.

One time, he even came home with jazz’ mech in his arms and everyone was surprised to find jazz inside Prowl instead as jazz mech had gotten damaged significantly. 

The cybertronian went as far as scanning jazz’ mech and even letting his human steer him to save them both. 

Prowl and Sunstreaker walked in silence for a bit when Sunstreaker suddenly stopped,  Prowl turning to him, worried.

Wide eyed Sunstreaker asked Prowl “can you feel that?!” 

There was a rumbling going through Sunstreakers whole body along with a pressure shift. His mechs sensor didn't pick anything up, he only felt it through his human body. 

His hair was standing, a cold feeling running down his spine, primal fear.  A feeling of something dangerous being close.  

Sunstreaker checked his feeds and sensors as Prowl looked around and judging from the doors moving behind his back was scanning the area as well.

“I don't..” The cybertronian started before there was a rumble underneath and they both started running. 

Behind them the ground split up as a big centipede like technoorganic creature with a worm mouth burst from it, charging the two. 

…..

[not-quite-there-myself]

Just Like I Promised

A/N: I had to get myself to finish F13 just to do your request, haha (0/10 I cried). I originally wrote this in a headcanon format but I ended up with a fic instead, and mentions of the other sorcerers show up in this too... I hope you don't mind too much. Gah, this whole thing ended up being a lot longer than I anticipated, but I'm not complaining! Your username is so cute by the way! Thanks for requesting and I hope you enjoy.

The years after your departure from Bound Arlyn have been long and felt somehow less brighter when you were away. The six sorcerers you've gotten to know while you were there seemed to think so. Pollux especially felt different. He was used to being alone sometimes and didn't mind bothering people to play with him, but it was much easier when you were around. Now that you were gone, he had trouble getting used to the way things were without you.

He might not have realized how lonely he felt despite the other sorcerers being available to talk to. Arcturus and Spica were always busy with something but still talked to him just as usual. Alpheratz seemed to sleep more without anyone to bother him (he still couldn't be rid of Spica's pestering to move every so often though). Sirius, well… Sights of him were few and far between, but he still popped into Pollux's view when he felt that they were apart too long—can't leave his fellow Queen Tet sorcerer alone, can he?

Then, after more than a decade, he felt a strange pull in his chest one day. An aura too familiar to him tugged like heartstrings. He was just finishing up a mission when he felt like he was being watched somehow. Time stood still for a brief moment, his vision blurred at the blink of an eye.

Then he saw you.

"Summoner...?"

His voice was barely above a whisper. Then he saw you and his emotions got the better of him.

"Summoner!"

He barely processed being teleported back to where you departed all those years ago. Then he saw you and he couldn't help his legs that began to rush towards your direction.

"It's really you!"

At the sight of you he almost couldn't believe it, but the tug and the familiar feeling of magic and the feeling of your arms suddenly wrapping around him was undeniable. He practically threw himself at you. He could feel your hug, and you could feel him hug back. He almost bursts into tears when he hears your voice.

"I missed you so much."

His voice catches in his throat, but he manages to let out a reply.

"I missed you too, Summoner."

It's been twelve years since you were sent back to Mid Eartheim, but it felt more like a century. He missed you more than words can describe, not that it mattered all that much. You were finally back and that's all that really counts.

"So," you say after letting go of Pollux. "How were you these last couple of years?"

"Bored without you around!" He replies, earning a laugh from you. "So were the others, just so you know. They all really missed you a lot... Ah, but don't tell them I said that-"

"Don't tell Summoner you said what?"

Both of you jolt at the voice; Spica's voice, one you know well. You turn your attention to Spica, who'd been standing there for a little longer than you thought. But it wasn't just him. Alpheratz, Arcturus, Sirius, and Vega stands with him too. From the looks of everyone's faces, it seems like no one was expecting to end up where they were, especially with you present.

Pollux yells, "Gah! How did you all-?!"

"Quiet down, kid." Alpheratz interrupts, "It looks like we all got teleported here when Summoner showed up."

"I don't think any of us would've expected this transition... Or expected to see you," Vega adds.

Arcturus nods happily. "Hehe, yeah! It really surprised me when I was here with everyone all of a sudden."

"I guess it's not just Pollux who's sensitive to Summoner's magic," Sirius jokes—though he couldn't be less farther from the truth.

You stand there, almost as stunned as Pollux after Spica's—and everyone else's—appearance. He almost covers his face in embarrassment, yelling, "You guys-! You should've said something when you all got here!"

After your reunion with everyone, it was as if nothing changed. At least, it certainly felt that way. Everyone else seemed happier to see you, at least, according to what Pollux tells you. None of them would admit to how deeply your departure affected them. You didn't need words to know how they felt. But it was safe to say that you were just happy to be in Bound Arlyn again.

"Summoner, you have to try this one! It's one of their best things on the menu!"

When the dust settled down, Pollux brought you to a new restaurant you haven't seen before. It's not exactly new anymore as it's been around for more than a decade, but it was still new to you, so it counted as far as Pollux was concerned.

You enjoyed the flavour of the dessert Pollux recommended you try. It wasn't too sweet, and it was soft and light and went well with tea or coffee. You expressed your positive opinion about it with a mouth full of the dessert. He only beamed at your reaction.

"Of course it is! I told you so."

You chuckle, finishing the rest of your food. "Thanks for bringing me here, Pollux. This is a great place to hang out."

As the two of you head out to leave, there's a small hint of an emotion you can't discern from Pollux's face. The sorcerer seemed almost sad for a moment before shrugging at the thought of feeling that way.

"Pollux? Is something the matter?"

The sorcerer shakes his head. "No, it's just... I promised to bring you here when you came back."

Something like a flashback came to you then, a faint memory of Pollux saying something like that way back when.

He smiled and added, "I'm glad I was able to keep that promise."

You smile back at him and say, "I'm glad too."

[bluem00n007]

Hello!

I saw that requests were open and I thought I'd yeet one over. Hear me out: A Summoner who makes cute little plushies for the ArTw bois. That's it. Go crazy. Go stupid

CUTE PLUSHIES HELL YEAH!

"and one more stitch and it's done!" Summoner said triumphantly as they looked at their gorgeous creation

A total of 6 plushies, handmade by them, each a member of the guide committee

They captured the essence of the boys perfrctly

Spica was still Sirius (this is me being stupid) even as a cute little doll, his hair looked silky and smooth and he looked ready to lead the guide committee against all odds

Arcturus had the cutest smile on it, ready to help plushie spica in all that needs to be assisted, a hero's winning smile to motivate the whole group

Plushie Alpheratz had drowsy eyes and a smug face, he was ready to defy plushie spica but was held back by plushie arcturus's enthusiasm, but the moment they let their guard down you felt like he would go and sleep soundly and smugly

Plushie Sirius seemed to smirk knowing how many pranks he can pull on the others, but he would still want then to be safe and sound so he acts tough with a smirk on his face, but he really does care

Plushie Vega seems cynical as ever even if he is small he is determined to be summoner's best plushie and protect them from plushie Sirius, he has a determined look in his eyes, a true knight in the field

Plushie Pollux, you resisted the urge to give him cat ears, this cat I mean valiant plushie was enthusiastic as ever to learn and help the whole team, not letting any wear and tear pull him down

As you finished sewing the last one, you set it between the sorcerer plushies, a cute small polar bear with a cute necklace on

You left these in the committee room, each doll sitting at your designated seats, waiting for their full grown counterparts to find them

When the boys walked in they observed a meeting was already in session and they could see a certain someone hiding behind the sofa waiting for their reactions

Spica smiles softly at everyone as him and Alpheratz use their magic to manipulate the plushies into holding a meeting, just like them, there was adorable bickering and determined declarations

The meeting ends with spica plushie declaring an urgent mission

The plushies follow him to your hiding spot and give you a big hug as they all say "Thank you Summoner!"

[talonabraxas]

Arcturus Talon Abraxas

Arcturus is the fourth brightest star in the sky: only Sirius, Canopus and Alpha Centauri outshine this orange giant. It is a variable star in the last stages of its life.

Arcturus takes its name from its nearness to the sky Bears, Big and Little Bears, Ursa Major, and Ursa Minor. From Arktouros or Arctophilax, "the Bear Guard" and also called "the Bear Watcher". The "Herdsman", or "driver of oxen" are other titles. Arcturus is the brightest star in the constellation of Bootes the Herdsman so it is also called Alpha Bootis. The pattern of stars in this constellation forms the shape of a kite or an ice cream cone; seeing a Herdsman driving the bears around the sky.

Arcturus is believed to be one of the first stars named by ancient observers. It is translated as "Guardian of the Bear" and is a name that was once used for the entire constellation of Bootes. It is easily found by noting that the curve of the handle of the Big Dipper is part of a circle - an arc - and we can just "follow the arc to Arcturus."

Arcturus is a giant with a diameter about 18 times our Sun's and four times as much mass. Its surface temperature is about 1500 degrees lower than Sun's but its much greater surface area results in an outpouring of energy at a rate making it 105 times as luminous as Sun.

Recent observations by the European Space Agency's Hipparcos Space Astrometry Mission have revised Arcturus's distance to 36.7 light years from us.

Arcturus has the largest "proper motion" -- motion across the sky -- of any of the bright stars except Alpha Centauri, the nearest star to our solar system. In 100 years Arcturus moves across the sky a distance equal to about half the width of your little finger held at arm's length.

At its distance of nearly 37 light years, this motion, when combined with its motion along our line of sight measured spectroscopically using the Doppler shift, yields a space velocity of about 76 miles per second with respect to our Sun. Most stars in our vicinity are moving relatively slowly with respect to Sol because of our common motion carrying us around the center of the Milky Way galaxy every 250 million years. Arcturus is in an elongated orbit around the Galaxy's center that carries it out into the Galaxy's halo.

It was formed in the halo of the Milky Way and is an interloper in our neighborhood. It has been visible to the naked eye for only about half a million years. It will be a little closer in a few thousand years, but then will recede from our view in another half million years as it continues its journey on a different orbital path.

Arcturus's great brilliance makes it possible to obtain very detailed spectra and to determine its chemical composition. Arcturus is deficient in elements such as silicon, aluminum, and iron which are formed in stars. It contains only about a fifth as much of these elements as Sun. These elements are formed inside stars, mixed into the interstellar medium as stars explode, and incorporated into subsequent generations of stars.

This chemical composition reinforces our identification of Arcturus as a member of the galactic halo. It was formed about 10 billion years ago, in a generation of star formation prior to that in which our Sun was formed, before the interstellar medium could be enriched in elements such as silicon and iron. Arcturus, about twice as old as Earth and the solar system, is the oldest thing most of us have ever seen, and is the oldest object easily visible to the naked eye.

The constellation Bootes has the shape of a kite with the bright star Arcturus at the point of the kite where the tail is attached.

Arcturus is a red supergiant star and the fourth brightest star in the whole sky.

It is visible from the northern hemisphere in the evening from about March early summer. Red-supergiant stars are precursors to super-novae, neutron stars, and black holes (so it is believed). It is approximately thirty-six light years from Earth.

According to E W Bullinger (The Witness of the Stars ), a biblical interpreter of the constellations, the ancient Egyptians called Bootes Smat, which means 'one who rules, subdues, and governs'. They also called him Bau , which means also 'the coming one'.

It was famous with the seamen of early days and as a calender sign regulated their annual festival by its movements in relation to the sun. But its influence always was dreaded, as is seen in Aratos writings. Its acronycal rising (the latest rising visible at sunset) fixed the date of the husbandmen's Lustratio frugum; and allusions were made to its character as unfavorably affecting the farmer's work; "When moist Arcturus clouds the sky". Other contemporary authors confirmed this stormy reputation, while all classical calendar's gave the dates of its risings and settings.

An Egyptian astronomical calendar of the 15th century BC, associates it with the star Antares in the immense sky figure Menat; and Lockyer claims it as one of the objects of worship in Nile temples, as it was in the temple of Venus at Ancona in Italy.

In India it was the 13th nakshatra, Svati, "the Good Goer", or perhaps "Sword", but figured as a Coral Bead, Gem, or Pearl; and known there also as Nishtya, "Outcast", possibly from its remote northern situation far outside of the zodiac, whence, from its brilliancy, it was taken to complete the series of Hindu asterisms.

The Arabs knew Arcturus as Al Simak al Ramih *, sometimes translated the "Leg of the Lance-bearer", and again, perhaps more correctly, the "Lofty Lance-bearer".

Another Arabic name; Al Haris al Sama, the "Keeper of Heaven," perhaps came from the star's early visibility in the twilight owing to its great northern declination, as though on the lookout for the safety and proper deportment of his lesser stellar companions, and so "Patriarch Mentor of the Train." This subsequently became Al Haris al Simak, "the Keeper of Simak", probably referring to Spica, "the Unarmed One".

From the Arabic title came various forms: Al Bamec, Aramec, Aremeah, Ascimec, Azimech, and Azimeth, Somech haramach, Aramakh, Kheturus.

Al Biruni mentioned Arcturus as the Second Calf of the Lion, the early Asad (Lion) in early Arabian astronomy; Spica being the First Calf.

The Greeks had a word meaning "Javelin-bearer", while Bayer had Gladius, Kolanza, and Pugio, all applied to Arcturus, which probably marked in some early drawing the "Sword", "Lance", or "Dagger" in the Hunter's (Orion) hand. Similarly it took the title Alkameluz of the whole constellation.�

It has been identified with the Chaldaeans' Papsukal, "the Guardian Messenger", the divinity of their 10th month Tibitu.

On the Euphrates it was the Shepherd of the Heavenly Flock, or the Shepherd of the Life of Heaven, undoubtedly the Sib-zi-anna of the inscriptions; the star eta (Mufrid) being often included in this, and thus making one of the several pairs of Euphratean Twin Stars.

Another title was Audiens, which seems unintelligible unless the word be a misprint for Audens, the "Bold One".

With others it was Arturig and Ariture, or the Carlwaynesterre from the early confusion in applying the title Arcturus to Charles' Wain as well as to Bootes and its lucida.

Bootes is the cultivator or Ploughman who drives the Bears, Ursa Major and Ursa Minor around the Pole Star, Polaris. The bears, tied to the Polar Axis, are pulling a plough behind them, tilling the heavenly fields "in order that the rotations of the heavens should never cease".

Manilius 1st century AD writes "they will be kings under kings and ministers of state, and be charged with the guardianship of the people, custodianship of great houses and treasures, who confine their business to the care of another's home so that the wealth of monarchs and temple finances will be in their keeping".

Any type of occupation that requires planning is influenced by Bootes. These people are the driving force behind government and large corporations. They are the planners and designers, the movers and shakers, who "make the world go round". Bootes symbolizes the elder, the sage, the wise old man who is interested in principles and underlying causes, theories, ideologies, and how the past effects the future. (Conservative) politicians, economists, draftsmen, architects, designers of all kinds.