#the Motherworld

[pianostrings]

Rebel Moon Worlds: The Motherworld

At the center of the realm lies the Motherworld, a densely populated planet, immensely old, where, over eons, successive civilisations have built atop the ruins of the previous ones. If it feels cold and impersonal, it is by design; this world is the only world in the Rebel Moon universe that hasn’t been influenced by any single actor. “The Motherworld is also a bit of a melting pot. There’s a lot of immigration from all the worlds that they’ve conquered,” Zack Snyder says. But rather than conjuring up some vibrant, cosmopolitan setting, one should instead picture a dark, urban dystopia. “I always like to say it’s like Victorian London and Blade Runner mixed up together. They’ve had to spend a lot of resources to expand as they have across the stars at this point. They’ve given so much of their attention to this expansionism, that they’ve lost sight of what’s happening down on the streets below them, as far as maintaining the infrastructure,” Snyder says. The result is a core that is definitely rotting.

- Rebel Moon Wolf: Ex Nihilo: Cosmology & Technology

[kazz-brekker]

rebel moon actually invented the most horrifying sci-fi concept i've come across lately, which is that you can be lying on a surgery table declared brain-dead by the weird robots that are trying to revive you after you fell off a space station and still get yelled at by your boss for doing your job badly because of telepathic mindlink technology embedded in your body

[flilisskywalker]

Motherworld soldier 1: I have terrible news. The Scargiver is coming for us. Motherworld soldier 2: Oh, that's a relief. Motherworld soldier 1: Did you not hear me? Motherworld soldier 2: I heard. If she's the scargiver that means she'll only give us scars, not kill us. Motherworld soldier 1: THAT'S THE LIE WE TELL TO YOUNG CADETS, YOU DUMB SHIT. Motherworld soldier 2: Oh.

[lauralot89]

I watched Rebel Moon and

a) You can't tell me Zack Snyder wrote this with the goal of anything other than creating a trash party of a fandom

b) look I enjoyed this but someone get Snyder making TV shows, his movies have SO MUCH and my brain can only take so much at a time

c) wasn't this the plot of A Bug's Life

[jame7t]

you know even if there are flying saucers and shit we have no reason to believe theyre intelligent. not even 'NOPE' style 'its a animals' type stuff like the aliens might actually just be morons. Think of it this way: "you" are traveling for thousands of years, looking for resources. You're the 900th clone in a sequence, built by a system that claims it cannot fail. You are a product of hubris affected by entropy- something humans sometimes think is unique to our planet- and the technology your ancestors built for you has degraded and rotten to the point where you're more of an organ for the saucer than an intergalactic explorer. It still works, of course- you and the 1000 or so travelers beside you in the void are all alive and healthy, routinely reproduced by your ships when the previous iteration croaks. But you made to be perfection. The idea of a flaw in this system was inconceivable. You have never learned anything for yourself. Your memories are inherited from the previous iteration of "you-" but that version was just a little bit more whole, a little bit closer to what it was when a real Lil' Pleebnar was born on Plibbum 6. You're a copy of a copy of a thousand copies born with knowledge of what the buttons in front of you do- you were engineered to have perfect eidetic memory, but trivial things like 'philosophy' and 'first contact rituals' have long since left your mind. You didn't need them during the journey. The very, very long journey. Now you're on earth- well, above it. You've not had the threat of learning something in millennia, and the sights and sounds of the little blue orb beneath you terrify you and your flock. You would dust off old language protocols- if you remembered what language was. Your ship- the vessel that now works as a shell, protecting your stupid little grey meat, stirs. It automates scouting rituals and initiates an information gathering campaign to send back to a motherworld that no longer knows you. An information campaign learning nothing at all. A New Jersian throws a bottle at your craft. You shit yourself in fear.

[mtariqniaz]

What to Know About Zack Snyder's Action-Packed Space Epic Rebel Moon

What to Know About Zack Snyder’s Action-Packed Space Epic Rebel Moon If you’ve ever wanted to watch a movie that could reasonably be described as “intergalactic 300,” then boy does Zack Snyder have the film for you. Over the course of the two-hour-and-15-minute runtime of Rebel Moon, which begins a limited theatrical run Dec. 15 before streaming on Netflix Dec. 22, a band of space-traveling…

[mndvx]

Do you know what the Motherworld did to my planet? They didn’t just destroy it. They tortured every man, woman, and child. Left them clinging to life as they turned them to ash from low-orbit. You know what that taught me? Never set foot on the wrong side of history. Is that what you think we’re doing? No, you’ve chosen the side that doesn’t even make it to the history books. REBEL MOON – PART ONE: A CHILD OF FIRE December 21st 2023 | dir. Zack Snyder ››› Sofia Boutella as Kora ››› Charlie Hunnam as Kai

[lena-in-a-red-dress]

Rebel Moon AU

Kara as Kora, a war orphan raised by the enemy for the purpose of eventually helping her adoptive father kill the royal family.

Lena as Princess Issa, who becomes Kara's ward as a child-- and is assassinated by Kara at the will of her plotting adoptive father. Except Lena has magic, which preserves hdr life long enough to be smuggled off the dreadnought to safety.

Kara goes on the run believing she's killed her much adored ward, and lives as a fugitive, eventually coming to a small farming village called Veldt. There she's taken in by the Danvers as an extra hand to help with the harvest, and remains for a few seasons.

Meanwhile, Lena recovers and goes into hiding, soon finding herself among the rebels. She learns to fight and joins the cause. Not necessarily to avenge her family, but because the Motherworld is harming the galaxy, and needs to be stopped. Plus, she finds community among the freedom fighters, and devotes her loyalty to the resistance's leaders. She comes of age with them, while Kara is escaping through hyperspace, and is an adult when Kara comes to the resistance asking for help defending Veldt from the Motherworld.

Lena is among those who join Kara's cause. Kara doesn't recognize Lena-- not only does she believe the princess dead at her hand, she last saw Lena as a child, and Lena wears heavy eyeblack that helps to obscure her features. But Lena recognizes her. She's dreamed of her would-be murderer's face over the years, but in this moment she sees how broken Kara is, how desperate she is to save the lives of innocents.

When the Motherworld's forces ambush them at the black market trading post, Lena is the sole survivor of the rebels. She watches her beloved leader sacrifice himself to take out a turret, but vows to continue supporting Kara in his stead.

Lena and Kara grow closer as they return to Veldt. Lena doesn't confess her identity, not even when Kara confesses her role in the assassination plot, in explanation for being a high target bounty. Lena simply holds her hand, and listens to Kara's words.

They and the others of their motley crew help bring in the harvest before the dreadnought comes-- a glimpse of what a simpler life might have looked like for them. They help train the townspeople to fight and defend themselves and their homes. The night before the anticipated arrival of the dreadnought, the crew trades their backstories. Kara confesses some of her story-- a war orphan raised to be a soldier devoted to the Motherworld. Similarly, Lena only shares some of her own-- an orphan left for dead, adopted by the resistance. They make no mention of their unlikely--and semi unknown-- connection.

During the fated battle between the people of Veldt and the Motherworld's forces, Kara is tasked with taking her old ship up to the dreadnought with the plan of sabotaging it. Lena remains on the ground with the farmers, to help lead the charge to give Kara time to pull off the sabotage.

They're both successful, but when a grievously wounded Kara all but crashes her shuttle escaping the exploding dreadnought, Lena's magic senses Kara's imminent death. She abandons the farmers' celebrations to dash to where Kara lies dying. When Kara is unable to fight her injuries, Lena is overcome with power-- her power, that has lain dormant for over a decade.

The depth of her love and her desperation to save Kara floods her with healing power-- it spreads from her in a bright, warm glow, spreading first through Kara, then the bodies of fallen farmers and Motherworld soldiers alike. Kara's eyes open to the sight of the magic she had seen once before, in a little girl she'd sworn to protect. Finally, she sees the princess in Lena's features, through the disguising eyeblack now stained with tears. She understands now, that the princess lives-- and that Lena loves her despite Kara's role in her near death so many years before.

The strain of raising so many people from the dead causes Lena to lose consciousness. Kara carries her across the battlefield, as soldiers and farmers alike kneel in reverence. When Lena awakens, Kara is at her side, still brimming with questions. But Lena can only lift her hand to Kara's cheek, and offer the one answer she can give, for now.

"I forgive you."

[spaghettificationandpretzels]

The Glass Merchant Part One

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Contains: Fluff, mild angst, slow burn.

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The beginning

Hydromora was an unfamiliar place to Kai; he thought he knew the whole universe, but since the Motherworld's defeat, a whole new trade stream had opened up, and so had his job prospects, all be it a little more moral than before the fall. He arrived at the market just as night began to fall, hopping off the steam transport ship at the dock as the water beneath him glowed blue with each movement.

The air was rich with spice, the sound of bartering and coins sliding across wooden tables floating on the wind as he walked through the stalls. It wasn't lost on him that he was drawing attention; the strange looks from stallholders and customers alike making him feel less than welcome.

"Kind stranger." He turned towards the voice, and an elderly man lifted two crocked fingers up to his face, moving them backwards as if to pull a hood away. Kai understood the message, pushing the hood off his face before walking to the stall. The man looked him up and down and smiled. "Can I help you with something?"

Kai nodded. "Ay, I'm looking for a stall selling pretty glass things, clocks to be exact."

The man pointed behind Kai's left shoulder. "Follow the broad path through the wooden wares, you'll see a sign to the glass seller soon enough." There was a coldness in the man's gaze, and he looked Kai over. "You should relax. You look jumpy, and we don't like that."

He got the sense that he was still being watched, even though most of the eyes on him had turned away once his hood was lowered. "Thank you."

The man smiled. "You best be on your way now."

He gave the man one last thank you and walked away, following the directions until he came upon what he was looking for. The owner had her back to him, her curly hair in a bun as she worked, bent over a desk. She clearly heard him as he approached, her head tilting ever so slightly to the side before she returned to her work. "There's nothing for sale here that you can buy."

He loved a challenge, and something in her tone provoked him in just the right way. "I'll pay you handsomely." He looked at her goods, and it was apparent why his employer wanted one of her clocks. Each piece was carefully crafted from fine, coloured glass, from tiny pocket watches to grandfather clocks as tall as he was, and jewellery, where the glass sparkled like stone and knives with their handles and scarabs, inlaid intricate reliefs.

She spun around, and he had to suppress his laugh at the sight, her strange glasses making her scowling eyes look huge. "I only sell to those who will appreciate my work." There was a thud as the glasses landed on the table, and she stood from her chair, her head coming to his chin as she met his eye. "So you see, your statement about paying me is a waste."

She looked like a dream in the warm glow of the lantern, and he remained undeterred. "You got a name?"

Her eyes crinkled with interest. "You don't already know it?" He shook his head, and she blinked up at him, and a rare prickle of self-consciousness came over him as she studied him. "You aren't here on behalf of Magnus Voytek?"

He huffed, offended at her statement as if he would do anything for a Motherworld banker. "No, I don't procure for him. I'm here for a man named Darius, he wants one of your clocks for his wife."

She lifted her hand to her face in embarrassment. "I am sorry for my rudeness. Since the fall, that man has been trying to put his money into whatever he can to keep himself from the gallows, and my work is just his lastest attempt." She extended her hand with a smile. "My name is Minna, by the way."

He took her hand and mirrored her smile. "Kai."

She gestured around as the mood shifted. "Do you have any ideas what your employer is looking for?"

He nodded and pointed to the clock hanging on the back wall. "He said she likes birds." The piece would be well worth her price. It was a scene of tiny bluebirds, fine pink flowers and lush vines for the clock hands.

She lifted it off the wall and held it before him, and he readied himself to start haggling. "Good choice. It's four hundred darams for the clock and a lifetime of repairs."

He sucked on his tongue and shook his head, leaning in with a smirk as he turned on the charm. "That's a bit steep, surely you can drop the price for a man in love?"

She shook her head. "If the man is that in love, he can come and find me himself, and then I'll drop the price. Four hundred is my price."

He pressed his lips together, that just wouldn't do. "Come on now, Love, three hundred and fifty, and I'll throw in one free job from me."

Her smile gave him some hope, he was getting somewhere. "I have everything I need right here, and I want for nothing. You offering your services is a waste of time. The clock costs four hundred; that's what your man will pay, or he'll get nothing."

He sighed and hung his head. "You drive a hard bargain, Minna. Three hundred and sixty."

Her shoulders fell as she shook her head. "I'm sorry, Kai, my price is my price. If there's nothing else you want, you'll have to move on, I have close soon."

He decided to be bold, taking her hand and laying it on his chest over his heart. She made half an effort to pull away but stopped when he placed his hand over hers. "I'm a romantic Minna, as sure as my heart beats. You can drop your price for me."

She wasn't sure what to say; between the heat coming off his rock solid chest and the roughness of his massive hand, it was hard to think. "Three hundred and ninety-nine, no less."

He grinned and dropped her hand, and he didn't miss how it lingered in midair, nor the way she wouldn't meet his eye. "You got a deal."

He reached into his pocket and unloaded a pile of coins, counting each one out as he slid them over to her side of the booth, but she stopped him when he was about halfway through. "Half now, the rest tomorrow, I don't have time to pack it tonight."

He was giddy; sure, he only got a single daram off, but he still won. Only when Minna turned her back to place the coins away did he notice that the market had begun to empty out. The thick panels of glass and metal emerging from the ground to wrap around the simple wooden booths was a strange sight, and he realised he may have misjudged the planet as much more backward than it was.

His suspicion was confirmed when the line of people leaving parted to allow two soldiers to walk through. While the expressions on their faces were pleasant, the guns they had slung over their shoulders told him trouble was not tolerated. "Relax, they only shoot at Motherworlders."

"Shite, this place is a little deceptive." He relaxed a little as he watched them help the citizens with their pack-up, and the symbols on their uniforms fussed at his memory as they drew closer.

"You should really have a look around, we are the most technically advanced planet in five systems. We just choose to live a simple life." She waved as the soldiers walked by, and they watched as the glass covering rose up over her stall, only moving away after giving Kai a thorough once-over.

"Ay, I guess I will." He watched her with wrapped interest as she pulled a small cookie out of her pocket and placed it in the lantern in her hand, and to his surprise, the light was not coming from a candle but a cluster of the softest looking creatures that grew brighter as they ate. "What in the bleedin' 'ell are those?"

"Lantern bees." She let one crawl out on her finger and held her hand out as it crawled around her palm, a little bit of cookie held between two of its tiny legs as it ate. It wasn't very large, only slightly smaller than her thumb, but she seemed to hold genuine affection for the creature. "They are wonderful little things. Everyone has a hive in their home; they make sure our crops grow, give us honey and light out lanterns, and in turn, we keep them safe when the storms hit."

She didn't part from him as they started to walk towards the boats, and he made himself comfortable in her company for the short time it would last. "I might be a bit late getting here, seeing as I have to leave my ship and take a shuttle." It was rare that he couldn't land on the planet, even rarer that he had to park on the outer edge and take transport, but with each passing moment he spent there, he realised it was because they had something to protect.

"I can take you to the inn. It's cheap, and you'll get a good meal. That way you won't have to do the shuttle two step." It was getting cold now, and she pulled her coat tighter around her as they drew closer to the water.

"Well that would be grand." Now that they had reached the docks, there were soldiers everywhere now, still just as pleasant and helpful as the first ones. "Why are there so many of them." He paused at her supposition look. "If you don't mind me asking, that is."

Her eyes twinkled like she knew a fun secret, and she pointed to a brightly coloured boat painted in the same style as her clocks. "Pray you never have to find out."

When they arrived at her boat, she hung the lantern on the pole at the bow but shook him off when he reached down to help her unlash it. She did, however, accept his hand when she climbed in and only let it go when he was seated opposite her on the boat's second seat. The blue glow in the water he noticed when he docked was even brighter now, so much so that it lit the paths of the boats as they made their way home.

"It's algae, it glows when the water moves." She handed him one ore, then used the other to push away, and they were off, rowing in tandem as she guided them through the water.

He snuck glances at her in the glimmer of the planet's moon, and the mix of blue and purple it gave off gave her big, dark eyes a shade of sadness. "So Minna, is there a fella waiting at home for you?"

She shook her head. "Nope, just my fisher bear. His name is Zephy. Is there a lady waiting on your home planet with the porch light on?" She knew by how he stiffened what she had just done. "I'm sorry, I didn't think."

He huffed, it wasn't the first time his lack of a home to return to had been inadvertently thrown in his face. "No harm done, Love. No, there's no one waiting for me anywhere."

The boat had slowed, and her hand landed on his knee. "We have all been touched by the Motherworld's cruelty, in one way or another."

It was such a simple touch, and despite it being far less intimate than the move he had made to secure the sale earlier in the day, something fluttered in his chest. He dared not question her when he finally pulled his eyes away from the water and gazed at her face; there was something there that was so painfully familiar. "Ay, but the war is over now and we have peace."

She smiled, and the boat went back to its original speed. "Yes we do."

They travelled for another twenty minutes, their conversation consisting of Kai's question about Minna's planet while she laughed and replied to him like he was asking about the colour of his own eyes. When he focused on the water, he could see the fish moving between the boats, large dark shapes occasionally shifting the water more as the boats rocked with their movement. In the distance, on all sides, he could see land and the faint lights, and he couldn't quite put a word to the body of water they were travelling on.

Eventually, the sea in front of them slowly lit up with the lights of houses, and he was in awe as they came into view. Many islands took over the landscape, and the glass-domed roofs of homes stood out against the square berry-covered hedges. There was a land border around each passel of homes, and the pathways were rimmed with more plants.

The boat slowed once more, and she angled the boat towards an island and into a channel. The waterway they moved down was only big enough for two boats, and he could see more of the homes as they moved towards the inn. Every front yard had a small garden filled with strange plants he had never seen, and he could see the glow of the lantern bees in little boxes next to every front door.

The boat turned into a larger house, its fourth level sticking out above the skyline of the rest of the domes. He noticed the inn sign as they went through the open fence before finally stopping next to the boat tie. "We're here. You'll get a good feed and a warm bed, and I'll pick you up bright and early tomorrow."

He held onto a post as he climbed out, finally happy he was back on solid ground. "Thank you, Love."

She smiled and began her journey home. "Goodnight Kai."

He stood leaning against a yellow fruited tree and waved as he left, yelling after her. "Goodnight Minna."

****

Kai hadn't slept so well in decades, he woke up to birds singing and the sunrise in his window instead of the hum of his ship and the endless darkness of space.

Knock knock

"Ay?" Being waited on for no reason other than being a guest was new too, and as the door swung open and the smell of pasties filled the air, a familiar longing swam in his chest.

"Kind stranger, can I offer you breakfast?" He walked to the cart, piled high with a variety of delicious looking items.

He plucked one of the cart, drawn in by the spoon of bright pink jam in the middle. "Sweet berry jam with butter pastry, good choice. Anything else from the cart?"

He shook his head. "No, thank you." Nevertheless, a steaming cup of tea suddenly appeared, and he took it with a smile.

The cart rolled off, and he headed to the chair by the window. He could hear children swimming in the canal, but mercifully, Minna's boat floated into his view before his thoughts had time to drift to the past.

He wasn't skipping towards the boat, or at least, that's what he told himself as he made his way down the stairs with a noticeable spring. He all but jumped into the boat, and Minna shot him a look as she steadied its rocking. "Well good morning, you're awfully chipper."

He made himself comfortable next to her and took the ore in one hand while he continued his breakfast with the other. "Ay, it is a good morning, Minna, it's been a while since I slept in a real bed."

The place was very different in the daylight; gone was the blue glow of the water, and replaced with it was the bright warmth of the sunlight pouring through the clouds. There were larger boats on the water, too, small sailboats with nets hanging from their sides and steamships moving slowly along while people looked out from the balconies.

"So do you row your way everywhere?" Judging by the lean muscles of her arms, the answer was yes.

She smiled and shook her head warmly as if his question was silly. "In winter, when all the water freezes, some of us walk, and we have transport on the larger islands, but yes I row most places. It's good for me."

He downed the last of his tea and looked at the boat. The floor was covered in little mesh bags filled with fruits and vegetables, and there was a pile of colourful embroidered blankets on the third seat. Without her long coat, he could see the forearms; she had the same strange line tattoos that he had seen on others during his walk through the market yesterday, and curiosity got the best of him as he bent his head towards them. "I swear I've seen those on half the people here, what do they mean?"

"Most of the adults have them, it's a tradition from the old ways." Her tone had shifted to something tinged with a distinctive coldness, and she was all of a sudden very interested in the fish swimming by the boat instead of his eyes.

Her evasiveness wasn't missed. "Ay, but that's not what I asked. I asked what they mean?"

She chuckled softly and shook her head. "I'm afraid you don't want the answer to that question."

He raised his eyebrows. "Alright then, keep your secrets. You said there's no fella at home, what exactly do you do in your spare time?"

She sighed. "Lots of things. Why the sudden interest in me? I'm just a glass merchant."

The charm was back on, his blue eyes looking over her as if to hint at his intention. "Ay, but you're a very pretty glass merchant."

Her head tilted, and her eyes wrinkled as she assessed his words, slightly incredulous at his continued boldness. "Does this work for you every time?"

He smiled as he fought the urge to kiss the chilliness from her plump lips. "I don't have a clue about what you're talking about, care to tell me what you're referring to?"

She huffed, and her grip tightened on the ore as she grew ever more doubtful. "You haggle me for my goods, you ask questions that you ought not to, and now you are trying to charm your way into my pants." He didn't respond right away; he was too stuck trying to decipher the expression on her face. "Well, what do you have to say for yourself, sir?"

His cheeks ached with restraint as he did his best to drop his smile. "I don't know; I'm worried if I say the wrong thing, you'll toss me overboard."

It was her turn to struggle away her smile, and she half glared at him. "I find you quite inappropriate." Despite her point, she didn't move away from him, and their legs still stayed pressed together as they rowed back to the market; when they docked, she still took his offer of an assisting hand and only sighed in protest when picked up her goods are carried them to her stall without asking.

It was a slow walk, and he found himself acting as her assistant as she traded the fruits and vegetables from her garden with the other merchants. When they arrived at her stall, he stood there watching, admiring her efficiency until she had him place the goods on the shelves that were empty when he was there the day before. "Are you going to pay me for all my hard work?"

She nodded. "Yes, in lunch." She swapped her workbench for one of the display tables to face him while she worked and sat down with a sigh. "I have a few things to work on before I pack your clock, you can go and explore if you like, or you're more than welcome to stay."

He smiled and took a seat, leaning his elbows on the bench as he watched her begin to work. "Ay, I think I'll stay." He looked around, nodding his head towards a pile of uncut glass and wooden stencils. "Is there anything I can do? I figure I should earn my keep if you're going to entertain me."

She puffed, although her exasperation was tinged with affection. "I'll give you some glass to cut." She showed him what to do, once again shooting him an unimpressed look as he suggested that she should use a more hands-on approach when he misused the tool, but nevertheless, her hand found its way on top of his as she guided him around the tight bends of the design.

She placed a small bowl of light blue squares before him, and the corners of her mouth lifted in a smile. "Bandages, you might need them."

She was right, but he blamed her for his wounding. Had she not looked so beautiful as she worked, he would have paid more attention to the blade in his hand. There was a pause in the work as a man walked by a huge plate of small glistening berries, and she waved him over with a smile. "Oh Kai, you have to try these."

They conversed in their mother tongue for a moment, and he found himself trying to pick familiar sounds from the melodic speech. Before he could ask for a translation, he was handed a small paper bowl filled with the treats as Minna passed the seller a coin. "I hope you enjoy, kind stranger."

When the man walked away, Kai leaned in as if to ask her a secret. "What's with the kind stranger thing?"

"Why, would you rather we call you distinguished guest?" Her tone was tinged with disgust.

He shook his head. "No, that sounds like something you'd call a Motherworlder."

"Exsalty, now eat your candy." He popped one of the red balls into his mouth a bit down, the crunchy crackly of sweet sugar giving away to the same rich flavour as the jam he had on his breakfast pasty. "Good, right?"

He nodded. "It's fucken grand."

That went on for the rest of the morning as vendors walked by with different foods, and there was something comforting about the way she continued to feed him, like he was visiting an old friend who worried about him just a bit too much when he was away.

He felt a flash of disappointment as she pulled the bird clock off the wall, and with all the glass cut, he busied himself looking at some of her wears, his attention falling to a pocket watch that had a rush of memories flooding his brain. The light yellow cascading blossoms were the same ones from his homeland that his little sister used to wear in her hair, and a lump formed in his throat as the memory of the smell of the flowers wafting over him as she hugged him.

He picked up the piece, running his thumb over the smooth glass face as his heart began to pound. He choked down his feelings enough to question her. "Where did you get the idea for this one."

She looked up from the clock, and his heart rate only doubled when he saw the look of sadness in her eyes. "The flowers are from the fields of Saaldorun. My father brought home a cutting for my mother, he never told us what they were called."

He placed the watch down and smiled softly. "True Loves Kisses, they were my sister's favourite."

She huffed and regarded him as if she sifting through her mind to find something to say. "My mother loved them so much she spent hours with tweezers and a magnifying glass trying to retrieve a seed, then a year getting it to grow. It's still going strong today. I have to admit, they do smell lovely."

"Ay, that they do." Butterflies dashed the walls of his chest as if they were trying to break through his ribs as the pang of grief swirled with something entirely different.

A beat passed before she spoke again. "I am sorry, it's a terrible thing to have nothing left to tether you to where you came from." She reached out, her hand opening and closing as she debated laying her hand on his before she decided against it and returned to her work. "It won't be long now, I just have to make sure it works then I'll have you on your way."

The disappointment was back. "Sure thing, Love." When it was finished, she held it in front of him, and he smiled, and it ticked away. "Ain't that pretty."

She packed it carefully and then placed the box on the bench before sighing, her eyes differing to the jewellery. She picked up a necklace, its tiny pendant displaying two, one grey and one bluebird, locked in a mating dance and placed it in a box before wrapping it. He looked at her, a smile on his face and one eyebrow raised, and she shook her head. "I, too, am a romantic."

He grinned at her, and she crossed her arms over her chest as she shook her head at him. "You are doing it again."

His tongue darted out as he leaned into her space. "Doing what, Love?"

Her eyes crinkled as if he should know what she was talking about. "Looking at me altogether too fondly for a man who has known me for less than a day."

He raised his hand in supplication and smiled. "Ay, perhaps I am altogether too fond of you." He picked up the pocket watch from early and held it up, the watch face dangling from the silver chain. "How much for this one?"

She smiled. "Whatever you feel it's worth."

His eyes drifted to her plump lips as he coiled the chain around his hand. "How 'bout a kiss."

Her hand found his cheek as she grew closer. "Yes, a kiss is a fair price." He closed the distance, sealing his lips to hers as she slid her hands into the loose hair at the nape of his neck. She pulled away, and he licked the kiss from his lips as he spoke. "I better make sure it works for you."

He passed it to her, and she tinkered for a moment, sliding a small pin into a hole before handing it back. "All done."

He placed it into the coat and patted the pocket as if to check it was secure before collecting the other packages and paying her the other half of what he owed her. "I imagine my employer will want to thank you for your kindness."

"Does that mean I should expect you again?" He nodded. "Well then Kai, until next time."

Despite the payday waiting for him a few systems over, he was finding it hard to leave, but he took a deep breath and took a step backwards as he began to walk away. "Ay, until next time Minna."

Part 2

[pianostrings]

1) Balisarius only having paintings of himself in his house is my favourite character detail

2) Kora not liking tea because it reminds her of her old life and her family who owned a tea shop 🥺

[serpentinespider]

Slumbering Mages pre-apocalypse dashboard simulator. purely for my own enjoyment wehehe

I drew some things specifically for this … pulling myself out of art slump one shitpost at a time

tagging the warnings as well but just in case: - unreality - drawings of insects and crustaceans - gifs (stimboard) towards the end of the post — they’re not very fast-moving (im sensitive to some gifs and they didn’t bother me) so I don’t THINK they’re a risk but be safe!

⚡️ Prince-Bravepawzz

look at my new collar and wristband!!!! >w<

#barking tag #yaayy yay yippee!!!!

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🌿 purring-out-loud reblogged 🌠 Tremblesunderboomlights Follow

I don’t see many positivity post for Verdevarians who don’t like their bodies so -

shoutout to Verdevarians with “weird”/niche interests who ended up looking a lot different from their peers. you don’t HAVE to fit in, but it’s okay to wish you did ❤️

shoutout to Verdevarains who’s pelts changed to match a friend/family member that later hurt them in any way, who have to look in the mirror and be constantly reminded of it. eventually those markings will fade, but until then, you’re not defined by your past ❤️

shoutout to Verdevarains who grew up around humans and have unwanted fur loss because of it. it’s more common than you think, and having less fur is NEVER shameful ❤️

You are seen and appreciated, everyone deserves to feel at home in their bodies, and those who don’t deserve to be heard and loved ❤️❤️❤️

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🌙 moonlightdog180 reblogged GingerWackyJunior 🪩 GingerWackyJunior

NEW SINGLE OUT NOW!! JOYSTICK DRIFT BY GINGER WACKYJUNIOR - FIND ANYWHERE U LISTEN 2 MUSIC 🎶😎💪🏆

#go check out my friend’s music! #this one is so good ginger ive been listening to it on repeat for days @_@ <3

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🌐 heritageposting reblogged Puddlewallowerrr 🫥 charismaapologist-deactivatedxxxxxxxx

As a verdevarian I find it kind of weird/funny the reservations humans have when it comes to dating us vs kencats. Like I know that their culture used to be very different where they came from, but like… why does walking on four legs instead of two suddenly make it “unethical” to have a relationship? 

Note: I’m not trying to start discourse, I respect human culture, it’s just a little odd from my perspective

🎨 FantastiCat3307 Follow

RIGHT!? didnt the mages grant kencats higher thinking SO that they could have deeper relationships with humans?? am i misremembering?

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That’s pure mythology, we actually don’t know how Kencats gained sapience. It’s very unclear how closely or even if mages were involved in the first place. It could’ve just been natural evolution, like how Humans evolved on their motherworld. We don’t have good historical documentation from that time. 

To me it’s quite obvious why Humans don’t have intimate relationships with Kencats— while yes, there’s a large psychological difference, anatomically Kencats are no different from any other quadrupeds. A physical relationship between Kencats and Humans could be a slippery slope to some… unsavory behavior.

🎨 FantastiCat3307 Follow

hold on, then why is it ok for kencats and verdevarians to date?? ಠ_ಠ

🏞️ keenofeyesharpofclaw Follow

Bro are you implying that a Human dating a Kencat would be the same as getting steamy with an animal 💀 that’s super disrespectful and also just. gross.

🫥 ivory-f4ng-deactivatedxxxxxxxx

I’m a Kencat.

🎨 FantastiCat3307 Follow

nobody answered my question…

🌐 heritageposting 

Hellsite Heritage Post

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🌊 singing-sea-boogie Follow Based on your likes!

Look who I ran into on my walk omggg 😖❤️ does anyone know what breed she is?

#lake talks #I LOVE CRABS! #she was sooo friendly.. she must’ve been someone’s pet or something aww

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🫐 berrylover1 Follow

imagine having a kencat girlfriend and she won’t stop catching small animals and leaving them on your pillow

#berry meows #1k #10k #50k #biggest hits

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🌙 moonlightdog180 reblogged 🍁 Bounding-Through-Meadows Follow

I did some hardcore meditation last night n now I think I know what color my fur is! I’m white with brown spots ^w^ I am so happy guys this took so long to figure out lol

🐈‍⬛ Twitchywhiskers213 Follow

ummm not to be rude but how on turf does someone not know their own fur color??

🪶 housecathusband Follow

You say “not to be rude” but your phrasing is somewhat aggressive… there are many explanations that could probably be remedied by looking at OP’s blog. They could be colorblind or otherwise vision impaired.

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????? Neither of you read my blog… I’m a therian 😭 #💀 512 notes

🐛 identifying-irk-in-posts reblogged 🏕️ frolicker99085 Follow

just the two of us… we can make it if we try…

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green peach mackerel tabby + nonagouti ash-based abyssinian woolly

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🩸 xXRawr-McRawrXx reblogged ⚡️ Prince-Bravepawzz

GUYSS MY NEW COLLAR JUST CAME IN THE MAIL!!! MY TAIL IS WAGGING SO HARD. ill post a picture when i get home!!! OwO

🩸 xXRawr-McRawrXx

ZOMG i cant wait to seee >.< ur accessoriez R alwayz so awsoem BP!!!

#melv reblawgz #buddy tag

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🌿 purring-out-loud

lrb I try not to engage in discourse but like. this is more just common sense? if you’re following me and don’t see a problem with humans bringing back magic kindly unfollow/block me

#i can’t explain all the reasons why its unethical because it gets me too ticked off but like #ugh. #magic discourse

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🩸 xXRawr-McRawrXx reblogged h-o-p-e-f-u-l 🍄‍🟫 iinkcap Follow

Sorry this took so long, but here it is: a comprehensive guide on how to grow wings! (Note this is intended for Verdevarians!!)

I feel like people are beginning to forget how much power we as Verdevarians have over our own bodies. It’s such a mainstream assumption that the body parts we develop are just totally random, but you CAN influence it! I myself haven’t grown wings yet, but I changed my eye color in just a few weeks of intense focus and I think that with …

. Keep reading

#CHAT IZ THIS REAL #melv reblawgz #save #long post

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🌿 purring-out-loud reblogged 🚘 catgirlpetter Follow

Some Verdevarians are SO small it’s insane. Like you’re literally asking to be picked up by the scruff of the neck and carried around buddy

🌿 purring-out-loud

#i am begging people to check blogs before rbing #dont harass them just block and move on #catgirlpetter is just generally problematic too

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🌙 moonlightdog180

x.x.x / x.x.x / x.x.x

#rainys stims #stimboard

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🫛 gardening-with-georgie Follow

sorry to ask this on this blog but i am googling it and nothing is coming up— my tail fur grew in pink this year even though up to now I have been fully gray for my whole life? and it is only my tail? does anyone know what might be causing this?

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how old are you op? it’s common for verdevarians’ body parts to change color over the course of ur life for various reasons— maybe one of your friends / loved ones has pink fur? also I see you’re a gardening blog, have you been growing any pink flowers lately? :-)

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i am a kencat :c

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what the fuck

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🐾 serpentinespider

this was sooo fun to make I actually spent a decent amount of time working on it… really enjoyable timesink I love Slumbering Mages guys

I wish I could’ve made it longer but the tumblr image limit was FIGHTING me… maybe I’ll make another sometime :3

[flilisskywalker]

Rebel Moon is crazy. Issa's myth is used by the elite of Moa to manipulate people, but it also inspires people - such as Kora - to be better and it will end up creating a revolution that will burn the entire Motherworld down. I love this fucking universe so much.

[killerandhealerqueen]

✨ weekend wip exposure club ✨

rules: post 7 sentences/a snippet of an unfinished work

@hyperbolicgrinch and @theotherwhybietoldmeso (Happy Weekend my lovelies!)

Very excited for this weekend wip, mainly because this week was just so good (probably one of the best weeks I've had in months) so...please enjoy

Another snippet from my fic Die Trying

A little while later, Jiang Yuelou and Chen Yuzhi arrived at the Longhouse to find all of the villagers waiting for them.             “Good morning” Chen Yuzhi greeted, making all of the villagers look at him in surprise.             “Dr. Chen” one of the villagers breathed as the smile fell from Chen Yuzhi’s face and a hardness that they had never seen before replaced it.             “I want three lines, so line up.  All of you” he barked.  The villagers blinked before they quickly rushed to get into formation, all of them standing straight as Chen Yuzhi began to pace before them.             “Now, I know that you all are not fighters like Commander Jiang and I, but we are here to change that.  So, for the next couple of weeks, we will train you in every aspect of warfare that we believe is necessary.  Today, we will start off with hand to hand combat” he declared before he looked over at Jiang Yuelou.             “Commander Jiang?” he requested.  Jiang Yuelou nodded.             “Sure” he replied before he clasped his hands behind his back and looked at the villagers.             “Alright, so.  Like Commander Chen said, we’re going to start with hand to hand combat and for that, we need to start with the basics” he declared, just as one of the young children raised their hands.             “Commander?” he asked.  Jiang Yuelou and Chen Yuzhi looked at him.             “Yes?” they replied.               “Why do we need to know hand to hand combat?  Won’t they have guns?” the child inquired.  Jiang Yuelou smiled.             “Excellent question.  While yes, the Motherworld soldiers will most likely have guns and other weapons, it’s wise to know how to fight them hand to hand in the case that they somehow lose their weapon in the fight” he explained before he turned and looked at Chen Yuzhi.             “Commander?” he asked.  Chen Yuzhi nodded.             “Of course” he replied before he slid into a horse stance and raised his hands into a defensive position as Jiang Yuelou slid into a horse stance as well, both men staring at each other for a moment before Jiang Yuelou suddenly lashed out with a fist, causing Chen Yuzhi to quickly block it before he returned a strike of his own.  They then fought for a moment, their fists and strikes strong and powerful, before Chen Yuzhi landed a swift punch to Jiang Yuelou’s jaw, sending him to the ground.  As he crashed to the ground, Jiang Yuelou hissed and clutched at his jaw, just as Chen Yuzhi descended upon him and suddenly pressed a knife to his throat, causing him to freeze and the villagers to gasp before Chen Yuzhi pulled the knife away and pushed himself to his feet.             “And that’s why it’s important to learn hand to hand combat” he declared, making all of the villagers look at him in shock as he looked down at Jiang Yuelou and held out his hand, Jiang Yuelou staring back at him before he smiled and took his hand, allowing him to help him to his feet.             “Thanks” he thanked before he looked over at the villagers and crossed his arms.             “So.  Who’s ready to try?” he inquired.

Tagging: anyone who wants to play

[miscellaneousjo]

Last night my dad and I stayed up till past 10 watching Rebel Moon part 2 and I've got a lot to say (SPOILER WARNING).

-Rebel Moon is very much like Star Wars (in fact, Zack Snyder, the creator, even said he took a lot of inspiration from Star Wars, so makes sense) and I love it.

-Building off of that, I feel Cora and Phasma would get along pretty well, since they're both fighters who were taken in by military groups and turned into soldiers.

-Admiral Noble gives the same energy as General Hux, but if Hux was a thousand percent more unhinged.

-NEMESIS NOOOOOOOOOOOO.

-SPACE SITH NINJA MOM DESERVED BETTER.

-Also Nemesis is totally not a sith you guys.

-Totally not lightsabers...

-WHY DID YOU HAVE TO KILL OFF CORA'S BOYFRIEND? JUST LET THE LADY BE HAPPY :(

-Princess Issa is ✨️MAGIC✨️

-Belisarius is the Palps of this saga.

-Princess Issa may be a precious child who is supposed to be all about kindness and peace, but she gonna give Belisarius a real smackdown when she returns to the Motherworld to retake her throne.

[ragingduststorm]

'He owned a villa on the Motherworld dedicated to pleasure and a little pain, but when not there (which was often) he had other means of release. Noble moaned as the slick black tendrils kneaded and probed his body. The tightening of their grip around his cock, wrists, and neck made him forget who he was and that anything existed outside this bed chamber. He liked to feel his windpipe constrict until the lack of oxygen gave him a sense of lightheaded euphoria. Miniscule suction cups invisible to the human eye titillated him to a pleasure most humans didn't know existed. The Twins had come to him as a gift from a warlord in a world rich in phosphorous. It was the only present he ever received in his life that meant anything or gave him real pleasure. Few things satisfied him. He arched his back and tightened his ass as he cried out in ecstasy. His eyes bulged and the cords of his neck felt as if they would snap as he was taken to the edge of death, seeing the birth of stars every time he found himself in the grip of the Twins. They released him when he orgasmed for them. His bodily fluids lapped up right after. Their slimy tentacles loosened, and he blinked his eyes before stumbling back. "Let me watch you now.”' - Rebel Moon Part One - Child of Fire: The Official Novelization by V. Castro, p.165

[mndvx]

I learned the history of the Motherworld under the watchful eyes of the High Scribes, but through all its glory, one myth captured my imagination. That of the Chalice, the Redeemer. The first Princess Issa. And though I knew it was only a fable, the stories of that righteous child slaying her enemies with such grace gave me comfort. REBEL MOON — The Director’s Cut (August 2 2024) Chapter One: Chalice of Blood (dir. Zack Snyder) ››› Lila Barad as Kora / Arthelais