#trace + infinite are like siblings

[sapphanimates]

[reiding-writing]

sickeningly sweet [ s.r ]

Spencer Reid had never had a valentine before. In attempt to make him feel better about it you engage in a casual conversation that leads to a potential date.

s1!spencer reid x gn!reader || fluff || 1.3k || masterlist!!

a/n: happy valentine’s day my loves <3 (i promise copy cat part 2 is coming soon 😭)

You can’t say that you’re surprised when you find out that Spencer Reid has never had a valentine before.

It sounds a little mean in your mind, but you know that the whole team is thinking the same thing.

“You’ve really never asked someone to be your valentine pretty boy? You’re missing out,” Morgan can’t help but chuckle at Spencer’s confession, taking a sip of his coffee with an exaggerated smirk on his face.

“I- did, once when I was nine,” Spencer’s tone carries that awkwardness you’ve come to associate him with along with a small trace of uncomfortableness at the topic of conversation. “She emptied her juice box over my head and then laughed at me,”

“And you haven’t asked anyone since? Come on Reid you can’t let one bad experience get you down,” Elle turns back and forth in her chair with her foot as a pivot.

“You say that like either of you have valentines,” You shake your head at the two with a laugh as you lean back against your chair.

“Oh i’ll have one by the end of the night,” Morgan shoots a wink in your direction and you making a mock gagging motion in response.

“You’re gross,” You roll your eyes at Morgan with a dramatic shake of your head as you push your chair backwards and stand up.

“I’m gonna make some coffee, you want some genius?” You raise an eyebrow towards Spencer, tone harbouring infinitely less sarcasm as you nod towards his empty coffee mug.

“Yeah uh, that would be great actually thank you,” Spencer hands over his mug to you with a smile that’s embarrassingly endearing and you’re glad the kitchenette is around the corner from the bullpen because you’re sure your affection for him is showing all over your face.

Spencer Reid had never had a valentine.

Oh how you wanted to change that.

To shower the boy in all of the love and affection he so justly deserved and yet never seemed to get. To dote on him for a day and not let him so much as lift a finger to do anything for himself.

Instead, you settled for making him a sickeningly sweet cup of coffee.

“So, when are you gonna ask then?” Spencer stopped craning his neck in your direction at Morgan’s question, an obliviously confused expression painting his face.

“Huh?”

“Oh come on Reid we all see the way you look at them don’t try and hide it now,” Morgan rolled his eyes exaggeratedly with a shake of his head, and Spencer flushes a bright red at the accusation.

“I’m not- I don’t-”

“You don’t have to deny it Reid, this is a safe space,” Elle’s tone carried all the teasing of an older sibling, and her expression hammered that message home tenfold.

“You’ve got thirteen hours to make a move pretty boy otherwise you gotta say goodbye to that sweet valentine of yours until next year,” Morgan tilted his head with a furrowed brow.

“There’s actually twelve hours and 42 minutes until midnight,” Spencer’s response was more of a defence than anything, and he awkwardly pushed a stray stand of hair behind his ear.

“That’s even worse, you gotta grow some balls and ask them soon man or it’s gonna be too late,”

Morgan was right. He did have to ‘grow some balls’ - whatever that meant - and actually ask you out before you ended up finding someone that was way more interesting and experienced in the dating world.

What if you already had? You never mentioned whether you had a valentine or not during the earlier conversation.

What if he actually plucked up the courage to ask you out and then you turned him down because you already had somebody else.

God that sounded like a nightmare.

“I am absolutely not going to ask them to be my valentine.”

“You’re not gonna ask who to be your valentine?” Your voice jolts him out of his defensiveness and straight into embarrassment, not at all aided by the way you lean over the back of his chair to place his coffee mug on his desk.

“I uh- No one- I’m not asking anyone-” His deflection is very half-assed, and the fact you don’t pick up on it makes Morgan want to just force your two heads together until you both kiss.

“Very understandable honestly,” You take a seat in your desk chair with a satisfied nod, crossing your legs and taking a sip from your coffee. “Valentine’s day is overrated in my opinion,”

“You- aren’t spending it with anyone?”There was a clear sense of bewilderment lacing Spencer’s tone, his eyebrows furrowed in confusion like he physically couldn’t fathom the fact that you didn’t have anyone to spend the day with.

You shake your head nonchalantly at his question, swivelling around in your chair until you’re facing your desk once more. “Nope, i’m gonna eat a tub of ice cream and wallow in my own self pity as I make fun of shitty rom-coms,”

You lean your head against the back of your chair to look at Spencer beside you, shrugging your shoulders. “You’re very welcome to join me if you have nothing else to do later, it’ll be fun,”

“No invite for me?” Morgan’s tone is very clearly teasing your favouritism towards Spencer, although even if you said that he could come he wouldn’t, this might be the one shot Spencer actually has to grow a pair.

“Oh please, knowing you we wouldn’t even make it through one movie before you get bored and decide you want to go to a bar or something,” You roll your eyes with a laugh. “Spencer actually watches the movies we play,”

“Right right, you and your ‘movie nights’ how could I forget?” Morgan shakes his head at you with that knowing smile and you have half the mind to threaten him with violence at the potential of him spilling your little secret, but you know that if you do that’ll be exposing enough for Spencer to catch on about how head over heels you are for him.

“So, what’d’ya say genius? Impromptu movie night? I have dark chocolate,” You throw the dark chocolate in there as a bonus like he wouldn’t say yes to you if your idea was to sit outside on the pavement behind the office in the rain.

“Sure- Sure yeah okay-“ Spencer’s answer is coupled with and encouraging nod from Morgan, and it makes Spencer’s face heat up more than he thinks is humanly possible.

“Great! I’ll even crack out the strawberries,” You clap you hands together and it’s a done deal.

“I’m gonna drop this off to Hotch i’ll be back in a sec,” You hold up the file in your hand as you push yourself away from your desk and stand up, speed walking across the bullpen towards Hotch’s office.

“A movie marathon with chocolate and strawberries, that sounds pretty romantic to me pretty boy,” Spencer shakes his head adamantly at Morgan’s continued attempts at trying to lay down the groundwork for him to take his relationship with you to the next step.

“They’re just being nice,”

Morgan and Elle both facepalm in unison.

[ihatedtoadmit]

Overflowing love

pairing: Bang Chan x gn! reader

genre: fluff

warnings: none

word count: ~550

summary: You have a quiet moment with your busy boyfriend, using it to silently admire him.

a/n: This man is rotting my brain and I am partly blaming one of my moots.

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“What’re you doin’?” - he asked, the lilt of a giggle already grabbing onto the edge of his words. “Admiring you.” - I simply answered, not an ounce of embarrassment leaking from my voice.

He simply sighed, but I knew it was one filled with adoration, one that he always let out whenever his younger siblings or the members did something he secretly loved. And so, I only let my fingers wander freely over the expanse of tan skin, the digits regularly stopping at his dimples, as if that was their home to return to.

His eyes watched my face, that light burning inside, the one I loved seeing on him oh so much. I didn’t hesitate to caress the expanse of soft skin between his lips and eyes, tracing the lines under those wonderful crescents with impossible tenderness. I stopped my administrations for a few seconds, just staring into those warm nebulas, how an infinite number of stars seemed to twinkle in there, dancing in delight. I nearly melted on the spot, had Chan not had a steady hold on the sides of my hip.

“And what can I thank the occasion for, hm?” - he murmured, chest rumbling softly underneath me. “Thank yourself, for existing.” - the answer left my lips in a quiet whisper, his form tensing underneath me in return.

I could feel how his lungs stuttered, how the air stilled inside him as if it became solid matter, rendering him motionless as he just stared up at me with those wide eyes of his. The smile on my lips only grew wider as the skin underneath my fingertips grew warmer, his ears matching that exact same shade easily.

He broke out of my hold, shyness painting a new expression onto his face, eyes now too flustered to meet mine. I chased after him nevertheless, thumbs already caressing those flushed cheeks once more.

“Why’d you like to fluster me randomly so much?” - his question was so quiet I nearly didn’t even hear him.

I chuckled, gently pushing his face to meet mine.

“I don’t, I only state facts, my love.” - my answer was simple and to the point, expression only softening the more I watched this man of my dreams.

His own face started mimicking mine, lines melting with each passing second, a chuckle leaving him and etching itself into my brain, never to leave the vital organ.

“What did I ever do to deserve you, I wonder.” “Exist, my love.”

He chuckled once more, pressing a chaste kiss onto my cheeks, the action tender and speaking of thousands of words, all singing his love for me. And in turn, I poured my soul into each tiny movement that left my body, the kiss I oh so gently pressed onto his forehead, my fingers tangling into those untameable, chocolate curls. The small repositioning of my body, desperately wishing to perfectly mould into him and soak up his warmth, filling my entire being with a content feeling.

Chan only tightened his hold on me, only letting out a satisfied sigh once we were basically fused together, perfectly content with just laying in each other’s presence.

We both fell asleep like that, softly snoring with matching heartbeats, fingers laced together in an unbreakable hold.

[inked-night]

Tartaglia could barely stand. Blood dripped from his mouth as he desperately tried to suppress the tremors shaking his body. He knew he was on the edge of his limit, that every movement brought him closer to unconsciousness. Even so, with the last of his strength, he tried to summon his Hydro daggers again.

But it was useless. Every attempt was stifled by sharp pain, a cruel reminder of his wounds. His vision blurred, and black spots danced before his eyes, making him question if he could withstand another attack.

It was then that he felt a presence in front of him, a dark energy that made him shiver, not just from fear, but from something deeper, something that came from a place buried in his subconscious, a hazy memory he couldn’t reach. Someone crouched in front of him, and before he could react, a cold and powerful hand grabbed his chin, forcing him to lift his head.

The face he found belonged to no being of this world. Luo Binghe looked at him with a mixture of satisfaction and disdain, as if Tartaglia's weakness was a spectacle he enjoyed every second of.

"How pathetic" Luo Binghe said, clicking his tongue with a slight smile that didn’t reach his eyes. They were dark eyes, infinitely deep. "It’s a shame to see my dear Shizun reduced to this"

Tartaglia tried to look away, but Luo Binghe’s hand held him firmly. A distant scream cut through the air, pulling Tartaglia from his confused thoughts. It was Teucer, his younger brother, calling him with a mix of panic and desperation. Tartaglia felt as if a dagger had pierced his heart. He wanted to turn towards the sound, but the iron grip on his chin prevented him.

"Don’t worry, Shizun. I won’t hurt him… yet" Luo Binghe spoke in a softly threatening tone, a tone that sent a shiver down Tartaglia’s spine. "But maybe you should give me a good reason not to"

Tartaglia felt a primal panic, one he hadn’t felt since he fell into the Abyss, grip his insides. The image of his siblings, defenseless against this monster, made a primitive fury begin to boil within him. He wouldn’t allow Luo Binghe to touch them.

"Don’t you dare touch them!" Tartaglia spat the words with fierce intensity, clenching his jaw so tightly he felt his teeth might break. His eyes, usually filled with icy indifference, now brimmed with a dangerous mix of hatred and desperation. A spark of Electro briefly flickered in his pupils, a reflection of the intensity of his emotion.

Luo Binghe observed the transformation with interest, his smile widening slightly. "Ah, there’s the look I remembered. But it’s still not enough, Shizun" His thumb caressed Tartaglia’s cheek with a tenderness that felt completely out of place, almost reverent, while his other hand slowly slid towards the hilt of his sword. "Maybe I should teach them a lesson, just to make sure you understand your place"

Tartaglia felt his body move on its own, fueled by adrenaline and desperation. With his injured and trembling hand, he grabbed Luo Binghe’s arm with all the strength he could muster. "Don’t you dare" He repeated in a trembling voice, but it was loaded with such deep hatred that anyone else might have recoiled. But Luo Binghe was not just anyone. There wasn’t a trace of fear in his expression, only cold amusement.

"You seem so concerned about them, Shizun…" Luo Binghe murmured, almost as if speaking to himself, as his eyes lazily drifted towards the place where Tartaglia’s siblings were. "Alright, how about a deal?" He suggested, his voice like sweet poison. "You come with me, no complaints or more fights, and I won’t touch a single hair on these people who seem so important to you. Does that sound like a good deal?"

"Tartaglia, no!" Lumine’s voice rose, breaking the tension of the moment. There was concern in her eyes, and Tartaglia could see how tightly she gripped the hilt of her sword, ready to act at any moment. He knew what she was trying to do, buying time for Zhongli, or any other ally, to arrive. But he also knew that, like him, Lumine was on the edge of her limit. He couldn’t ask her to endure more.

"Do you promise you won’t do anything?" Tartaglia’s voice was low, barely a whisper, but each word was laden with a desperation he hated to feel. He was helpless, and there was nothing he despised more than that feeling.

Luo Binghe smiled, a smile that was as sweet as it was lethal. "This disciple would never lie to Shizun" He murmured, as if the mere idea were absurd. "I only need you. The others don’t interest me in the slightest"

Tartaglia looked at him, trying to find any sign of deceit in those words, but all he saw was unshakable certainty. He had no choice, and he knew it. He couldn’t risk Luo Binghe harming his family or Lumine. He had no choice but to surrender.

"Fine" Tartaglia murmured, letting his hand drop and allowing all traces of resistance to fade. "You win…"

Luo Binghe observed the change in Tartaglia, and for a moment, his smile softened, but only a little. "That’s more like it, Shizun. Don’t worry, you’ll be safe with me. You’ll never have to worry about anything or anyone else again. I’ll protect you… from everything" His voice became softer, almost affectionate, but Tartaglia couldn’t help but feel a chill of revulsion.

[starlightlacrimosazpsff]

💠 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐋𝐎𝐆𝐔𝐄 💠

~ тнε συтℓαη∂εяs ~

『 Welcome us with your light 』

When existence takes form, light bursts forth.

Perception is possible with the existence of light, and life is breathed into existence with either belief or desire. Such radiance is accompanied by sublime darkness, the shadow which always follows. The universe is a blanket of void filled with twinkling light that each holds potential to blossom into life.

In the eyes of a child, the possibilities are endless.

SOLSTICE, the younger sister of Aether and Lumine, looks at the world with great curiosity. No matter where the twins take her, she would look around with eyes widely open of wonder. She never misses a chance to observe all the vibrant colors and forms of civilization. Before Solstice had been born, the twins were always out exploring the universe by themselves. With an infinite number of worlds to discover, the two have a vast variety of homes to choose as options to settle down.

This particular one is gorgeous in its simplicity.

The landscape is quite linear: green everywhere surrounded by oceanic blues, and very abundantly blessed by nature's touch. Its real beauty shines from the ethereal aura of the backdrops, emanating a sense of unity. From where they landed, they saw almost everything there is to be offered by this world. The twins smirked at each other, giddy to be able to explore every spot. Multiple sets of cliffs could be spotted along the coastlines, and a few tiny islands decorated the borders with beaches of white sand. On the horizon, they can detect a trace of civilization—but it looked more like ancient ruins now. At the heart of it all, one giant oak tree stood tall like a silent guardian.

Flower fields seem to never run out. Each plain has at least five different kinds of blossoms dancing by their feet, and every meadow is rich with splendor. Solstice loved them, squealing happily at the new colors and scents as her siblings carried her throughout their strolls. She definitely took a liking to grapes when her siblings found vines of them in a random nook of the continent. She was just as quick to get sick of it though, such is the ever frivolously fickle whim of a toddler. The continent seems to match that mood, carefree and wild yet a natural peace guiding it to order. Everything comes alive with every breeze as if this world breathes and speaks through them.

It was quite mysterious yet enthralling, as if they were being welcomed.

『 Grace the morning sky 』

AETHER looks back at his two sisters.

Solstice is sitting on Lumine's lap under the giant oak tree, gazing at the lush green hills. The tree itself reaches above the clouds like a wooden obelisk, casting a massive shadow on the land. It has been a while since the last world-hop, and he knows that they should plan a departure soon. Sure, this one has forests that are full of life and cliffs were no danger to an Outlander. He even saw a functioning windmill and manor estate in the remains of an ancient city. Life is undoubtedly possible for them, yet...something was missing.

Something is always missing.

After a while, he catches the gaze of Solstice who is reaching out to him by spreading her arms open nigh expectantly. He walks over to them and crouches down to her eye level, making her grin cheekily like a spoiled cat that got what it wanted. Her eyes beam at him while she holds her rattle out towards his twin sister, whom chuckles fondly.

"Perhaps, the next world would have some entertaining creatures for her." Aether mused.

As nighttime hit, pyreflies came out of hiding and illuminated the forest where they rested. Some have dared to go near the Outlanders, especially the ever charming Solstice. She stares at the floating lights, giggling whenever they nip at her nose. The oak tree granted them shade from the moonlight if ever they wish to sleep. Flowerbeds accompanied the grass on uneven terrain, soothing the trio into a free session of aromatherapy. The shades of midnight devoured the entire land, giving it a somber view that lulls its witnesses to slumber. A million stars twinkled mischievously from the sea of black that is the nightsky. Dandelions glided along the gentle currents of the evening breeze, swaying like a sweet windblume dream.

Truly, it is a quaint and lovely world.

『 Comfort Luna— 』

LUMINE smiles down at Solstice.

At this age, the young Outlander would not be able to understand words yet. Her twin brother points out his index finger towards their sister's nose, poking it with a gentle boop. For a moment, the toddler is shocked; but then, as Aether smiles, she laughs and reaches for her nose with her free hand.

Aether sits down next to his sisters, "What are you wishing for, sis?"

Lumine brushes away a straying lock of hair from Solstice's face and hums contently, "Anything."

The rattle in Solstice's hand makes a unique sound that was both magical and beguiling. It resembled the soft tinkling of windchimes, yet presents an imagery of sparkling stars due to its sustaining echo with every shake. The sound was something that gave comfort to the youngest Outlander, especially when it is accompanied by the changing of its color palettes to suit her moods. Its shape was also quite fascinating, as its translucent sphere held a tiny glowing four-pointed star. The surface seems to be made of iridescent crystal, gleaming like glass amidst a spectrum of dawn.

Aether takes Solstice when Lumine hands him their dearest little traveler. Her eyes glimmer as she looks up at her older brother. He leans down to give her a kiss on the forehead, soothing her. She once again shakes her rattle as her version of thanks, releasing sounds which further delighted the little girl.

When Solstice was born, the twins dutifully watched over her. Once she had enough energy to sustain herself, the siblings took it upon themselves to find a new home—a world suited for their baby sibling, as well as their personal desires. That is their current mission and why they could not stay on this world, no matter what beauty the place holds.

Therefore, at dawn, their time was up.

Aether and Lumine gave the world one last glance, melancholic to finally leave it. Solstice is held by her brother, snoozing on his shoulder. They chose a spot that gave them the smallest view of the old windmill, one of two things that remained in tact amongst the infrastructures of the desolated town. Amongst the sharp cliffs which cross over each other, families of tiny creatures seem to peek out from wherever they kept themselves hidden. As dawn arrived, the fog lifts like a curtain from the trenches and isolated corners. The waters began to clear, sparkling like liquid diamonds against the rays of a rising sun.

The Outlanders turned, wings spread as they jumped into the portal for their next quest.

The morning breeze bade them farewell.

『 —as she wanes from Terra's might 』

Even with millennia of experience, the twins have yet to find the "answers" to the universe.

All Outlanders were born in Cosmogenesis, yet none ever stayed. It was the same for Aether and Lumine, entitled by their peers as The Light Bearers through the names they were given. Both came to existence and then ventured out once they have grown old enough, all to find the world where they can settle down together. Alas, neither expected it to be as difficult as it had been. Some veteran Outlanders describe it as never knowing until you find that place, home. There is no logic behind finding one. It is a feeling that they can only hope to experience once in a lifetime. Even some Outlanders as old as time have yet to find theirs.

Aether and Lumine had visited many stars with Solstice, even before their younger sister had fully matured. One of the first worlds had been populated with dragons, a diversity of ecosystems as habitat to specific breeds. There were no other creatures aside from smaller animals that likely function as prey, deeming the world a perilous shelter for the siblings even if only temporarily. The twins would have hopped to another world the moment they arrived; yet Solstice, with her ever curious nature, made them stay. 

Perhaps, because dragons were the first lifeforms she saw outside of Cosmogenesis, she quickly took a liking to them.

『 Veiled in amber haze 』

Solstice giggles, reaching her hand out as far as she could dare towards the dragon.

Aether has her body securely wrapped in a blanket while she was hugged protectively to his chest, warm and safe. Upon first seeing a giant beast, most people would react with caution. The wise move is to slowly and carefully step back in order to not alarm or provoke it. However, his baby sister had the opposite reaction. Her ecstatic smile seems to intrigue the beast as well since it laid down. The new position made it appear small and vulnerable, an invitation for the Outlanders to come closer.

Aether and Lumine share a bemused look.

Solstice, in the bundle of blankets, continues to reach her hand out to the dragon. She kept her Primo Stella rattle close to her chest with the other hand. The dragon itself is smaller than others but longer, more like a reptilian drake if not for its obvious wings. It has an extra pair of legs to keep its elongated body supported. Its wings were brightly colored, from a golden rose tinting towards a gradient black like the void. The twins were not surprised that the young Outlander was so intrigued by the beast.

First, Lumine had walked closer to test the patience of the draconic creature. They needed to confirm how close it would let them get. It would not have been the first time that either of the twins saw a creature of this ilk. Sometimes, the dragons would be big and others much smaller; but all can still be dangerous in their own ways. Many differences in color palettes made them interesting as well, yet always recognizable as draconic. There are breeds which had been quick to rage, hence their worries.

The young woman stopped within arm's length and held her hand out, letting the wild yet wise creature approach on its own pace. After an intense glare, it acquiesced by nudging its snout towards her palm.

After Lumine had been able to pet it, Aether took the chance to walk closer. He still shielded Solstice's frame with his free arm, just in case. If something happened, both would be quicker than the dragon could attack. He knew this well, yet his protective instinct held his sister closer to his form. The young man lays his hand on the other side of the dragon's head once he was sure he had permission.

"You want to touch the dragon as well?" He asks Solstice gently.

Aether adjusts her position in a way where the little girl would be facing the dragon. Both her hands reach out to the dragon, even the one holding the rattle. Her hand makes contact with the scales and, as it does, she squeals with excited laughter.

For a moment, the twins heard the dragon purr.

『 Fueled by violent rage 』

During their time on this world, the dragon had kept them company like a silent guardian.

Besides dragons, the world lacked forms of human civilization no matter how far they sought. Not even anything that bear a semblance of ancient ruins, or even hieroglyphs of history could be found on any landmass. The caves in the mountains were enough for the dragons to call home. Furthermore, they come in all sorts of types: vishaps, wyverns, drakes, wyrms, lindwyrms, amphipteres, basilisks, hydra, bahamuts, leviathans, and of course the typical dragons. Each functioned as an independent unit or clan, while there are those preferring to go solo and hoard their treasures. Aether and Lumine had talked about staying since Solstice loved this world so much, but then decided otherwise.

Thus, the twins set out to other worlds. They were determined to keep trying to discover that feeling—the sensation which their fellow Outlanders often told them in stories. Solstice had been too young to understand the reasoning her siblings gave, but she nevertheless made no trouble as they left. While the twins searched for another star, she looked back at the small gathering of dragons. They watched the trio intently, as if bidding them a safe journey and a bittersweet goodbye. At the very front is the dragon which greeted them first upon their arrival.

Big round eyes shimmered with glee as they peek over Lumine's shoulder. A chubby fist waved and the rattle, which it held, chimed with a melodic echo.

The Twin Outlanders spread their wings as they left the world of dragons behind...

...and it faded with the mightiest of roars.

『 Dancing, discordant— 』

In Cosmogenesis, a star named Luciel dies.

Cosmogenesis is a vast space located at the center of infinity, the origin of the universe yet not quite the one that birthed it. The dimension has a plethora of stars and galaxies revolving around a group of levitating platforms, each designed as archaic suns and moons. They serve as welcoming perches for Outlanders to rest or stargaze. However, the widest one at the center of all serves as the universal chamber for newborn Outlanders. It can transform to properly accommodate those too young to leave and survive independently, whether as a cradle in a nursery or as an entire house floating through the cosmos. Directly across is a gaping maw that serves as a gateway wherein Outlanders can enter or leave the cosmic space. Sometimes, it even becomes an all-seeing mirror to view a specific galaxy or black hole from far away.

Now, at the peak of Cosmogenesis, the birth of Luciel's twins is about to occur.

From all across the universe, Outlanders gather to witness the birth of Aether and Lumine—the pair of siblings incubated by Luciel and now to be born from its timely death. It is extremely rare for twins to be conceived by the stars of Cosmogenesis, yet never really dangerous. Although, as two souls that shared one star, they will live with a connection that binds them for life.

It is a special bond that cannot be severed.

The Outlanders watch as the star collapses on itself, seeming to gather every wisp of its light. In seconds, the core of this star shrinks and takes the shape of newborns about to breathe their first. A supernova explodes with a flurry of dazzling light and stardust, covering the expanse of Cosmogenesis. Witnesses were blinded by the sheer brightness of nothing but white, a familiar ringing noise lingering in their ears.

Alas, the experience is always worth it.

After all, the birth of an Outlander happens only once every million years in Cosmogenesis.

Then, as color returned to their sights, they admired what seems to be the most beautiful supernova they have ever witnessed. The ivory haze fades out, making way to the colored nebula that remained. Clouds of various shades and hues float as stages to the multitude of dancing stardust, like galactic fairies doing an imperial ballet. From its core, Aether and Lumine slowly descend into the cradle of silk which rose and formed from the central platform.

With the birth of the twins, the star named Luciel was gone and only left a stellar nebula in its place.

The elderly Outlanders named it: Luciella.

In Cosmogenesis, nebulae are considered nurseries for future stars. Then, should a star die again after a million years or so, it shall give birth to another Outlander or two. There are certain conditions where a nebula would disperse into the maw and become a new galaxy instead, which will expand the universe further outward. It shall go beyond the wide scope of Cosmogenesis, and then possibly birth all sorts of species. This cycle of life and death has been on loop since the beginning of time; and it can only end with the death of the universe itself.

The Outlanders slowly leave their perches to check on the twins. One by one, they approached to impart their blessings in the form of welcoming smiles and well-wishes in different languages. The newborns responded with soft coos and huffing whimpers, still asleep. Like most newborn Outlanders, Aether and Lumine will likely not open their eyes until their first birthday. That is when they would have absorbed enough energy from the cosmos to enable their five senses to observe their surroundings.

『 —spinning in retrograde 』

Once an Outlander is born, the energy that flows within Cosmogenesis serves as their overall sustenance. A species known only in Cosmogenesis called the stardust pixies are also present to educate them, based on accumulated knowledge from all corners of the universe. Because of this, most Outlanders live without a parental figure. There are some that choose to personally mentor the younglings, but most just leave after witnessing the birth and let nature take its course.

Aether and Lumine remained in Cosmogenesis for a little over a decade. They spent that time gathering enough energy and training their powers with help from the pixies. A veteran Outlander will sometimes come to pay them a visit and give some helpful tips, preparing them for their own future travels. Those moments made the dimension less lonely, but the twins were eager to just leave it as well. It was too barren and too dull, even with the mesmerizing view of the cosmos. Even the flickering company of the pixies does little to soothe them.

Maybe this is the reason why no Outlander ever chose to stay here for long...

When they had enough power to fend off any dangers, the twins attempted their first world-hop.

It was an exhilaration like no other.

During the next few centuries, the twins jumped from world to world. They discovered new civilized species, new fauna, new flora, and cultures that are so inherently unique from each other. On the rarest instances, they would even cross paths with fellow Outlanders. Once, they were fortunate enough to meet those who found their true home; and these Elders managed to tell them in even greater detail when a world feels like their true home. Such tales inspired Aether and Lumine to journey even further, making them witness the rise and fall of countless stars in multiple galaxies. There were times they would stay longer in a particular world they both like, but it was never a permanent place to stay. It was not the home which the Elders told, and certainly not what their restless natures seek as Outlanders.

Although, there are times that the twins did find this quest tediously impossible.

"Home is when we're together." Aether would tell his twin sister with an encouraging grin.

Lumine would hold his hand in response, "We will always have enough time."

『 Born from the sea and the waves 』

Every Outlander is linked to Cosmogenesis.

Since birth, they all possess a homing beacon within their core that will lead them back to it. If there is an enemy they cannot defeat, the realm will always leave an open gateway for them to escape. If there is any adversity they can hardly surpass, the realm is a place for them to heal. It was odd how it can even operate as some sort of telepathic or empathic link amongst their kind. For this reason, news of any particular Outlander can be received from all parts and corners of the universe. On the other hand, Cosmogenesis can send visions that are treated as summons for special events that are too significant to miss. Examples are the formation of a galaxy after a nebula dispersed, or the discovery of another unnamed star. After all, one thing that unites all Outlanders other than finding their respective true home is the obligation to archive the truths of the universe.

The most common for these summons, of course, is the birth of a new Outlander.

When such an update reached Aether and Lumine, their first thought was that it made no sense whatsoever. It took a million years for an unnamed star to be born, and a hundred million more for it to die while birthing an Outlander—or two, in the rare case of twins like them. The timing was much too early. They were still so young compared to the rest of their kind, barely a few millenniums old. Both of them were still trying to find their own place in the cosmos.

Then, so unexpectedly, another was born.

Therefore, the Outlanders gathered once again.

It was certainly different from most births witnessed in Cosmogenesis. Admittedly, it was underwhelming compared to the surreal display that the recent birth of the twins had demonstrated. Nevertheless, there was a certain beauty to seeing a nebula swirl and converge. It was like a calm vortex before the eruption of a storm. Nobody can ever truly know if it will reach and hit them, or whether there would really be a storm to anticipate.

They all watched, patient and reassured.

"You know," an Elder addressed the twins, "since this child will be born from the nebula of your star, they are considered your sibling by Outlander standards."

Aether blinked confusedly, "Our sibling...?"

The Elder nodded, "You were both born from the star of Luciel, and this child will be born from the Luciella nebula. By that context, you share the same flesh and blood."

"Has there been an incident like this?" Lumine asked.

"Only a few," the Elder replied solemnly, "mostly because this case is as rare—if not rarer—as twins being born from the same star. Fitting, that the three of you will be tied together by destiny."

Those words filled the twins with a joyous sort of excitement, an anxious type of expectance.

『 From a cosmic array 』

Much like Luciel's supernova, there was nothing quite like the convergence of Luciella. There was no explosion, no blinding lights, and no obnoxious noise ringing in their ears—just the remaining dust and gas from Luciel which became Luciella. However, a sort of fascination brewed as these clouds of gas and stardust came together. They gathered at the eye of the storm, where light and heat was slowly building like flame in a hearth. Perhaps a forge is a more accurate comparison, wherein a simple ore can take a more concrete form. Nonetheless, the Outlanders all stood aside to watch as the colors of Luciella turns itself into a ball of light.

Then, a shockwave announced the birth of this unexpected little Outlander.

It was the birth of the twins' baby sibling.

A baby sibling.

Aether and Lumine mused in awed tandem. They could never ask for more. Amongst their fellow wanderers, they watched as the tiny infant made a slow descent. Remains of Luciella floated around them like a protective cloak, all fluffy clouds and sparkling dust.

The twins moved before any of their peers, standing upon the central platform before a cradle could even form. Their baby sibling kept floating down while wrapped in a bundle of silk manifested by the stardust pixies. They approached quietly, each planting themselves at one side of the fragile newborn. With a brief glance, the pair came to an immediate understanding.

Lumine was the first to hold the baby close, a girl as they discovered. She cooed as the little one fussed at the sensation of being embraced. Comforted by the humming and rocking of an older sister, she settled down with faint sniffles.

Meanwhile, Aether seems to know by instinct on what to do next as he stared up at the remnants of Luciella. He did spare a look at the Elders, whom nodded back to encourage his plan. There was no way that another star—let alone an entire galaxy—could be born from it anymore, yet a powerful resonance lingered as a thrumming of magic. The young man summons a relic in the shape of a crystal, and then seals it all away. He feels his twin sister assist him by lending her own power by holding his shoulder with her free hand. The relic transformed into a baby rattle, housing a small glowing star in its sphere and producing a soothing sound.

Primo Stella, whispered Cosmogenesis.

Its energy will stabilize their little one until she can fully harness its power with her own.

Aether gently tucks the rattle with his little sister, delicately petting her head. He presses a chaste kiss on her hand, so small and soft compared to his. A warm smile accompanied his tearful eyes. His chest swelled with adoration as he felt the tiny fingers squeeze his own single digit.

Lumine did the same as her brother, taking their little sister's other one. Like her twin, she tenderly kisses the dainty fingers so faintly squeezing onto hers. Her breath hitched due to the surge of affection that consumed her.

Solstice would be her name, they decided.

Their dear little sister.

Her birth was yet another miracle, and it would be their miracle to keep. Nothing in the world would stop them from loving their little traveler. Nothing in the universe could stop them from cherishing and protecting such a treasure.

On Solstice's first birthday, she opened her eyes for the first time like any other Outlander. She gathered enough energy to sustain herself, especially with the help of Primo Stella. Her eyes mirrored a thousand stars as she looked up at the twins, whom gazed back in breathless admiration. Light reflected as wisps of silver that gleamed like clair de lune, and colors blended as a symphony of worlds within a thriving galaxy. They twinkled charmingly, a play of enchantment that leads bystanders into a trance.

She was beautiful, and so very precious.

Aether and Lumine beamed proudly at their little sister as she laughed, rattle shaking in her hand.

Solstice understood. This is her family.

『 Of the colors in space 』

It was dark.

It was cold yet warmth lingers.

It felt like nothing at all, but there was enough of something for it to be called hollow.

Solstice forcefully extends her hand forward, trying to grasp anything. It was an effort that seems to take a lot from her, as if her soul was literally being pulled out of her body. When she leans forward, her hand meets a sea of darkness—an endless void of nothingness. She reels back and tries again, pushing harder and further through what seems like a veil of nonexistence yet an opaque blanket of obscurity.

Nothing. Absolutely nothing.

The only thing accompanying her in this abyss is that familiar jingle, the faintest of chimes. A weirdly unique yet familiar sound...and no matter how hard she thinks, she has no idea where it originated. Her ears were so attuned to it, as if a habitual stirring from her soul which she always recognizes.

Solstice steps in the direction she thinks is forward yet had no way of confirming. How long has she been here? When she yells out for her older siblings, she is met by a deafening silence. For a moment, she doubts herself and halts in her tracks.

Perhaps, this is just a dream.

Aether and Lumine would never leave her alone, so it must be a dream. Yes, that must be it.

Henceforth, there is nothing to fear.

Again, Solstice tries to reach forward—failing, and then falling yet never meeting a surface. In a bout of frustration, she closes her eyes. She always took Primo Stella with her, the rattle Aether and Lumine gifted her at birth. If it was gone here as well, surely this was not real...right? 

Solstice shuts her eyes tightly and tries to calm herself. Breath in. Breath out. She tries to think about all the worlds she had previously visited, and then imagines the worlds she has yet to see. It had been some time since the twins took her to another world, so they should be hopping to a different one soon.

Then, she will wake up.

Right...? 

When the magical sound starts to fade away, the void started to feel like the closest corporeal experience of being able to breathe underwater. Solstice falls into a loveless embrace of darkness. An invisible weight makes her sink into the depths and she lets it, forevermore trapped in limbo. There was no cause for alarm, as she knows that her twin siblings would wake her up soon. They will take her to another world as they always did, together.

This is just a bad dream. A nightmare.

『 Nothingness erased 』

Lumine walks over to Aether.

"Isn't it about time you wake her up?" She asked.

The young lady puts the fruits she gathered in a basket next to her brother. He glances up from his makeshift workplace, humming. He then looks over to Solstice's figure, peacefully sleeping on one of the portable beds. Her rattle is tightly grasped and pushed against her chest. Sometimes, she would move and the toy would make a soft sound.

Aether shrugs, "I'll wake her up once breakfast is ready. She must be adjusting to this new world."

The sun was already up, as they were too after being trained as early risers. Both were ready for a new journey, yet neither of them woke up the little Outlander. Travelling across the mountains costs a lot of energy, especially from young Solstice who is yet to fully develop.

The three currently resided in a house the village had provided for them. The shelter gave them a chance to rest longer, and to bond with their little sister in-between commissions that earned them some coin for expenses. Solstice enjoyed spending her time with the villagers too. She was now able to properly communicate and spent her days chattering with them, kids and adults alike. Likewise, she listened to topics about their history and the tales they would spin playfully like straw on wheels.

It was no ordinary village either. The people all have tails and other animal attributes. As Aether and Lumine talked with the villagers, they got to know more about their transforming abilities. Most chose to show their animal attributes, even in humanoid form, and only a handful walked around without them. If the person is around a person they trust, then they are able to wholly morph into an animal as well—their true form, as they call it. That goes without saying, Solstice was curious and enjoyed the presence of these nature dwellers. She held a very particular fondness for the foxes and crows.

The sights also served as a pleasant playground, presenting a view of eternal spring. The blossoming trees never seem to run out of petals that rain down and flutter with the morning breeze. It was not odd to find a coat of pink somewhere as a result. Some would make piles of them and jump on it, laughing with resounding echoes.

The other day, Solstice had spent the entire noon running with the neighborhood's children. They had been showing off their animal forms, running faster than Solstice who would do her best to keep up; and when she got tired, the children would run back and sit down with her. She is now 3-years-old, and is able to do most things without any hands-on guidance from the twins. Outlanders adjusted fairly easily and she was no exception, thankfully. Solstice might be a petite young miss, but she was already quite adept at understanding adult conversations.

Aether puts the fruits he had cut in a bowl and then wakes Solstice up. He pokes her cheek gently, trying to coax her out of dreamland.

"Sol," he murmurs, "breakfast is ready."

She groans, nose scrunching in displeasure, but she still blinks her eyes open as requested. They squint at the ray of sunshine peeking through the windows, blinding her. As she moves to sit up, the rattle jingles again and her hand clutches it by habit. It reminds her of the stars she sees every night. No matter which world they greet, the stars always seem to be constant. They make it easier to adapt.

Solstice stretches her arms and yawns.

"Good morning." She says groggily.

"Put some other clothes on before you eat." Lumine says as she walks past. She ruffles her little sister's bedhead, making it even messier.

From across the room, Aether adds: "We're going to the other island today so try to hurry."

Solstice looks up, shoulders sagging as her brows furrowed together.

"Today...?" She parroted.

Her voice is quiet, hesitant and disappointed.

Aether crosses his arms over his chest, honey gold eyes stern yet soft. He knows that the villagers have grown on Solstice and vice versa, but it could not be helped. They cannot afford any more delays. Like the previous worlds, this one is not their true home and so leaving was a matter of time. They already stayed longer than usual for Solstice's sake, to let her play with kids around her own age.

"We want to explore this world a bit more before heading to the next. We talked about this." He ever so patiently explains again.

Every time Solstice had to leave people behind, she got sad. Both Aether and Lumine could understand the feeling, since they were the same when they hopped between worlds the first few times. It is what made an Outlander's quest difficult, especially on their younger days. Before Solstice was born, the twins settled down on the older stars until they died as if in sympathy. It was different now though, now that they have grown. In some way, they were more indifferent to the thought of leaving. They stayed detached from every world once they realize it lacks the aura of "home" which they sought.

Someday, their little sister will understand too.

Or, if they were fortunate, they could find their true home before that youthful wonder could fade from her eyes. Her older siblings certainly hoped for it.

After a while, Solstice smiles again.

"Maybe we can come back someday..."

The hopeful tone made it seem like a question, a bit more rhetoric and expected no answer.

Aether nods his head anyway, smiling back.

The pink petals and scarlet leaves from the trees outside blow through the open windows. The curtains fluttered, and the windchimes tinkled like a fairy's giggle.

"Maybe someday..."

The next world they visited was composed of a kingdom in endless winter. The terrain was basically just various states of frozen tundra, with wildlife along the botanic coastlines and amongst the cliffside forestry. Average weather was filled with long-lasting blizzards that hindered the three from adventuring outside for longer periods. If it was not for the village they had found, the twins would have moved on to the next world as soon as possible regardless of their depleting stamina. While the situation remained unpleasant, Solstice needed to rest and she always took priority above all else for the older duo. Thankfully, the people in the village were kind and offered to shelter the three for as long as needed. The twins accepted with humble gratitude in their hearts.

A jolly huntsman offered one of his unoccupied cabins so he was put in charge over their care. He wasted no time escorting them home, especially after seeing Aether holding a smaller body to his chest rather protectively.

"These will suit you three well." Their host said with a welcoming smile, holding out a pile of fabric.

Lumine took the proffered items, seeing that they were thermal clothing and hooded fur coats. There are also three pairs of warmed wool socks and indoor leather boots. A glance towards their front door revealed a few crates of food and coal.

She bowed deeply, "Thank you so much."

As soon as they were left alone, she took the clothes to her siblings. She let Aether get dressed first as she took over the job of changing Solstice. Their poor little sister was already too drowsy to move by herself due to the freezing temperature. Once she was all cozily tucked into the sheets of blanket and comforters, Lumine took her turn to switch to her own set of warmer clothes. Her twin brother exited the bathroom just as she entered, and cuddled their youngest to share some body heat.

For the rest of the visit, Solstice had been a lot less talkative yet retained her jubilance. Her tiny body does not have much resistance to extreme climates like this one. They had not been in the cold long enough to cause damage, yet she still needed to recover her energy. As she slept, she kept her rattle close to her chest to absorb more of its mana. Because Solstice needed to recover from the harsh circumstances, Aether and Lumine decided to delay the next world travel. The duo let her sleep as long as needed, and waited until their sister was ready to leave.

"I'll be back soon." Aether yelled with a salute.

Lumine waves him goodbye from a distance, silently wishing him a safe trip. Solstice timidly poked her head out from behind her older sister's legs, as she waved and grinned at their departing brother.

Aether had offered to help their host hunt down food and get some more supplies. He was now heading into Pinewood Forest with a borrowed hunting gear, and a huge husky acting as his guide. Because of Solstice's delicate state, Lumine remained in the village to look after her. She would be there for her if she needed something while their brother explored.

When the twins had set out to find a home, they knew that travelling dimensions might have a stronger and direr impact on the newborn Outlander. They had taken her out of Cosmogenesis earlier than most Outlanders would leave. With the combined powers of Aether and Lumine, they found a solution through Primo Stella. They had made that relic, her rattle, to seal the remains of Luciella. This way, she would have a reserve of cosmic energy to sustain herself while travelling from world to world. Then, on her 16th year, the power contained in the relic will permanently merge with her when she is finally ready. While sealing it was convenient, the two constantly worried about their sister's curious nature breaking it by accident and releasing the dormant power prematurely. 

Lumine watches Aether disappear into the forest with an eager pep in his step. She turns around and heads back into the house where they stayed, firmly holding Solstice's hand. The twins were used to doing commissions in other worlds as well so both were willing to help the villagers, especially ones so kind and generous. However, now with Solstice in their lives, they could not freely do these missions together anymore. It was fine with them. She has full faith in her twin brother's return, and he felt the same way whenever the jobs are reversed. Both would gladly protect the little traveler as long as needed.

As soon as they sat by the fireplace, the younger female yawned while rubbing her eyes.

Lumine smiled fondly, sweeping her sister's fringe behind her flushed ears.

"Do you want a naptime story?" She asks.

Solstice beamed as she snuggled up to her older sister's side. Her head rested on Lumine's lap, mumbling her soft thanks when she felt a thick fleece blanket cover her. A doting voice lulled her to sleep as it regaled her with tales about an ice queen and her eleven knights. Before she could succumb, a caring hand combs through the strands of her hair and massages her scalp.

Once again, Solstice was in deep slumber.

『 Come dance with her in the stars 』

It was the same darkness again.

Alas, something was different—not with the void, but with her own thineself. She could feel the thrumming in her veins and the soulfulness of her breaths.

Solstice sensed power within her.

The young Outlander was no stranger to power or otherworldly magic. She was a being born from the center of infinity, a fragment of cosmogony. Even if she has yet to learn how to channel it, she is more than aware that it has always existed within her. However, this time, it was practically tangible. She can envision that power and hold it as easy as lifting her Primo Stella rattle. It was the first thing that she knows she can legitimately grasp in this endless void, and so gripped tightly as if it was her lifeline.

Her ears perked up at the sound of familiar chimes, echoing in the depths. There was no source as the reverberation seems to surround her. It kept tinkling even before the preceding echo could fade, like the persistent ticking of an antique clock. The hypnotic rhythm allured her to its pendulum chant. Her body takes a fetal position, directing her hands to her chest. A ball of light takes form in her cupped palms, peeking from the gaps of her fingers. Her eyes remained shut as she begins to lose awareness the more she embraced the divinity which hummed in her veins.

One last chime resounded in the abyss before it stopped for good.

The little traveler gradually straightened her posture; yet now, it has become a mystery if she has fallen half-asleep. Her bare feet finally make contact with a surface, but it rippled more like water. It did not matter, since she stayed as upright and steady as if it was a cemented pathway. Her cupped hands pushed forward, and it unraveled like a spring flower in full bloom to present a radiant beacon.

Thus, Solstice decreed unto the darkness:

"Let there be light."

...and light was.

It scattered as stars from the beacon which shone vibrantly from her hands. Some gathered to become the moon and another cluster created the sun, born simultaneously amidst a sea of twilight. As all light did, it took more shapes and then life was breathed into each one by her spiritual will. When the last wisp flew off, her limbs began to move in a choreography that matches a melody only she can hear.

The Outlander danced with a serene smile, yet her eyes stayed close as if in slumber. Her hands waved and swayed, arms swinging gracefully as the waves that followed her bidding. Each step made the water ripple until it lifted her up, making the petals of a flower cradling its fairy queen. Her legs kicked up as she spun with mildly flawed yet nevertheless charming pirouettes. The stars danced with her, and pixie dust gathered like a mystic robe. Some stars gained a spectrum of colors, appearing to mimic glass prisms reflecting rays of light. They flew as crystal cores that grew a pair of large wings each, fluttering around their creator delightedly.

Beauty and grace, Solstice is the light.

『 Watch her transit afar 』

Solstice stares with unbridled awe, eyes wide open and mouth shamelessly agape.

Currently, she and her siblings are riding by gondola as they toured this new world. It is indeed a fortress that earned its title as a city of water. The state is structured by large buildings seemingly built straight from the ocean floor. A single yet solidly wide and long bridge was the only access by land to the main entrance of the city from the rest of the world. Small waterfalls circled it along the bottom, streaming from the rest of civilization. Every architectural work is a breathtaking masterpiece with clear intentions of representing the people's love for renaissance art; yet the subtle intonations betrayed their ambitious pursuits for technological advancement.

Aether curiously wondered outloud if he could take samples of a few gadgets, like the thing they call mobile phones. He thought it could be useful amidst their travels. Lumine was intrigued by the idea; but she also brought up a particular downside: this technology might stop working well when they jump to another world. They are not inclined to waste resources over something that will likely fail them before it could serve its worth.

It was, nonetheless, an interesting possibility.

Outside of the city, the entire civilization seems to run on water for everything. Within it, the towns did not disappoint at all. Rather than paths of cobblestone and concrete, most of the streets are either rivers that need a gondola to travel or bridges that entwine one harbor to another. The state was so big they can only reach this side rather than the elite capital that housed the aristocratic population. Their gondolier sang praises about it, calling the place the center of history enriched with ancient knowledge as much as material wealth. Although, he sassed that a few of the folks could use some attitude adjustment.

As the three arrive at the docks, they are met by a swarm of people leading into the urban area. It was the marketplace side of the harbor so the crowd was to be expected. There are also less towering houses which gave them a view of the distant mountains on the more rural islands.

When the ever curious Solstice asked what was out there, the gondolier hummed kindly yet firmly.

"Only adventurers dare to travel on those parts, dear little one." He said, "The aristocrats reach out to the guilds to commission them in harvesting the rarest materials from the mountains. Historians say it is a home to enlightened sages, whom helped push this city to its current glory and prosperity."

He playfully pokes her forehead with a scary face—

"Others believe it is a home for colossal monsters that sometimes lurk under our seas."

—but his countenance was so dramatic and comical that his words only amused the little girl rather than terrify her, much to her siblings' relief.

The friendly man chortled in tandem, beaming at Aether and Lumine knowingly.

"I think you two might be capable enough." He commented, "Those commissions fetch quite hefty prices. If you're interested in exploring while earning some quick money, I highly suggest taking a few of them from the guild. It's an automatic permission to travel the commonly restricted areas, such as the catacombs."

Lumine tilted her head bemusedly, "The catacombs, you say...?"

"You'll recognize them when you see them, milady~!"

Aether gives one last thanks to the gondolier, paying a good tip for his entertaining tour. He then heads for the city with his sisters, acting as the barricade between them and the strangers inevitably bumping into them. One of his hands was placed on his twin sister's shoulder to not lose them since her hands were occupied with Solstice, though he made sure not to put weight on it. His aureate eyes were kept sharp and alert, yet they also gleamed appraisingly while absorbing the magnificent sights. It has been a long time since he felt this childish excitement well up from his chest.

Lumine opted to carry Solstice on her back to avoid losing her in the crowd. She appeared just as gleeful as her twin brother, but retained vigilance. Her head turned to various stalls, selling everything from food to souvenirs. A mental note was made to buy new durable clothes for her little sister, whom is starting to outgrow her current sets.

"Look, look! Mimin, look there."

Solstice points with her rattle at the seagulls. As expected from a city of harbors, there was a great abundance of them gathering to fetch discarded morsels. No doubt, they were also being a bit of a nuisance to the tourists. The twins swore they even spotted a few pelicans hovering from the bright blue sky.

"Do you like the birds?" Aether asks adoringly before they passed by the avians.

Solstice hums affirmatively, giggling when some of the birds made funny faces at her.

For the little traveler, this was the first big city she has ever seen. The worlds they have discovered so far were usually centralized in nature, and the urban ones tend to be small towns rather than an evolved metropolis like this one. A perk which made the twins thank their lucky stars is that tourists are also quite common here. This fact effectively refrained them from sticking out and catching unwanted attention. It seems like the three could comfortably settle down here for a while until Solstice was ready for the next hop.

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When first arriving here, the twins had been initially disappointed and a little depressed.

Once again, this world lacked the spark of "home" much like the previous ones. At times, Aether and Lumine would feel lost but still kept moving forward if only for Solstice. The small Outlander did not seem to mind the delay though, not at all. Instead, she seemed to enjoy herself in this world. The twins also took this opportunity to spend time with their baby sibling, cheered up by her optimism for life and adventure. Perhaps, that is why they decided to settle down in this world for a little longer. From a smaller town, they travelled on another boat to the capital city.

Fortunately, it was their lively gondolier again!

They even learn his name this time: Pierre.

"Good morn, my friends~!" He sang.

Aether and Lumine grinned at him while Solstice squealed, glomping the laughing man's legs.

Once away from the docks and into the actual city, the three could see bigger stands as well as more sophisticated shops that likely sell more exclusive wares. Almost everything is either an expensive boutique or a remote pawnshop. This part of the state have structures primarily made out of a white stone—resembling marble and jade—giving the city a clean and luxurious look.

Behind the city and separated by the ocean from miles away, the mountains are more visible now due to proximity and less obtrusive structures to block the view. Each is as high as the clouds, almost matching the castle towers and wealthy manors. Veiled by heavy mist, the eldritch silhouettes loomed from afar like phantoms with glowing eyes. Despite its gloomy outlook, the formation of the mountains were almost protective as they encompass the borders of entire city state. Once again, their gondolier told them about the rumored monsters. He speaks of how the ocean surrounding the city has been cradling beasts as big as these same mountains for millions of years. It is relatively debated whether some of them could be guardians of the fortress.

Since the city was surrounded by water, it was good for import and export trading as mentioned. Day in and day out, the city would receive goods from ships that would be sailing for weeks to trade. This is why the common grounds had docks scattered all over the territory. The capital was more formal since businesses are conducted through a schedule of meetings and the daily signings of orderly lawful contracts. Like they were told, commissions came easy through the guild and the merchants across the harbor. Both Aether and Lumine soon had gathered enough coin to live leisurely.

Once the twins had found an inn, they rented a room to leave some of their things. Then, they decided to visit the popular tourist spots and scenic routes to entertain Solstice. They took her to waterfalls, a smaller one where they can carefully guide her small hand into the flowing water. It never failed to make her laugh, which gained enamored smiles from her older siblings. The two had taken her on boat trips as well, sailing between the rows of houses in the rivers that crossed the city.

At one point, the twins followed the advice of taking commissions that let them explore the mountain islands. Sadly, Solstice had to sit out for her own safety; but she did not mind after getting bribed with a chance to spend a day in the capital's playground park. After hiring a trustworthy babysitter from the guild, they set off. Neither of the twins encountered any immortal sages, but they did feel many watchful eyes on them—wary yet not hostile—the entire time they lingered. They actually got lost a few times too, but trails of will-o'-the-wisps helped them get back on the right path. Aether even found secret passages that led to the infamous catacombs. As a lofty story to tell their sister, Lumine was more than excited to decipher the history behind them. It was a dark and spooky area but neither of the Outlanders were genuinely fazed by it.

They ended up discovering deep tunnels that went underwater. It was a series of coves wherein guild members are stationed at a checkpoint cabin if adventurers wish to scuba dive. Aether actually had fun with getting back to the city state that way, while Lumine opted to just use the transport they had upon arriving in the mountain isles. It will not do to neglect the sailors that helped them travel here.

Besides visiting these tourist spots, Solstice got to try out many delicacies as well.

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Lumine walks back to the table once she finished ordering their food.

The twins had decided to visit a popular restaurant today since they will be setting out to another world soon. Before that, they wanted to give Solstice the opportunity to taste whatever she wanted. All three of them are quite the foodies, which makes gourmet their default bonding moment. It was hard to leave, especially when the twins have no idea what would come next. They could only hope that "home" is as fun for their little sister as this world.

"Don't let the bird bite you." Aether warned.

He watches guardedly as Solstice crouched down next to the seagulls. A piece of bread is in her hand, tearing it crumb by crumb to feed the birds. They can always find a colony of them in every tourist spot they visited. The youngest Outlander liked to befriend them but Aether disapproved. As she hears her older brother call out for her, Solstice stands up again and turns away. She shoots one last goodbye and returns to her siblings.

When Lumine sees her sister struggle to get on the chair, she helps by lifting her up.

"Did you make new friends?" She asks.

Solstice always had a soft spot for winged animals, specifically dragons. Birds would do just as well, especially colorful ones like peacocks or the dainty hummingbirds. She also likes a few insects such as butterflies, dragonflies, and bumblebees—as long as she keeps her distance to avoid giving the twins a heart attack. In response to her sister's question, the little traveler puts up two fingers.

"Two, eh?" Lumine teased playfully, "I think that makes it...twenty-one bird friends already?"

She turns around and grins mockingly at Aether, who just glared back at her. He somehow had managed to get pecked by the seagulls when taking Solstice away from them. Apparently, the things get moody when a third party tries to take their snack supplier away. One flock would peck and pull on Aether's braids, while another would act like perfect little angels by nuzzling Solstice for more food. Ever since then, he had held a grudge. The feeling seems mutual with how they tauntingly squawk at the mere sight of him.

During dinner, the trio listened to a storyteller who had been entertaining the restaurant regularly. Much like Pierre yet more solemn than comedic, the old wiseman recounts about ancient tales and stories of the ocean monsters. He also spoke myths regarding the sages in the mountains, about how they grant wishes and protection via lantern rites on the first full moon of the year. There are even tales of a clash between these sages and the ocean beasts so long ago, before ending on a treaty that paved the way for the age of contracts. His version had more details, focusing on facts with immersive flare than theatric entertainment. Solstice had been more intrigued by the storyteller than the food. Both of the twins had to remind her to eat before the food got cold and unappetizing.

The next morning, Aether and Lumine took Solstice to yet another world.

『 Crossing Sol's burning gaze 』

"Whoa!" Solstice exclaims, "What is that?"

Her mouth is parted in dumbfounded shock before just as quickly turning into an excited grin. Her eyes are focused on the erupting volcano in the distance, ashclouds and magma rising. In the middle of the night, a powerful shockwave was released by said volcano which then captured the attention of the three Outlanders.

Aether lifts Solstice up in his arms.

"It's a volcano." He replied.

Lumine walks up next to her brother and ruffles her sister's hair, a habit she had developed.

"No worries." She reassured calmly, "We won't feel its impact here. Most we'll notice is the shockwave that already passed."

The trio can see how the gray ashclouds invaded the previously clear blue skies. Its cluster is gradually taking over the territory around it like an avalanche of soot. The bright lava gave a beautiful firework show as it exploded into the air before flowing down like a slow stream of rio grande. As hypnotic as its beauty appeared, the people closer to the volcano are likely looking at it in terror.

Solstice's eyes are wide open, staring at the lava still shooting into the air. The glimmers in her eyes now stand out even more because of the bright light it casts. As she watched the force of nature, her twin siblings found it more fascinating and amusing to watch her reactions. They exchanged wide smiles before leaving their little sister by the window, now aiming to get some snacks. It was pointless to try falling back asleep by now.

The trio had been sleeping in a cottage built in an oasis on the other side of a jungle. They had seen the volcano but decided to move around it, travelling through the thick marshes and swamps. It was a bit troublesome for the twins, especially with a small child to carry the entire way; but it seems like they made the right choice in the end. A few insects and wandering wild animals from the unforgiving jungle were no match to a duo of protective siblings. They did spot treehouses spread out in the dryer parts of the forestry, but only few people were stationed. It was more likely a bunch of outposts than legitimate residences, but all of them look fortified as real functional shelters.

Solstice's eyes are still focused on the volcano. Its eruption lasted long, and it made her want to stay awake for the whole night. The lava had shone so brightly, an ominous glow that depicts beauty in a natural catastrophe. An adventurous voice inside of her said, "Touch the bright glowy thing!"

—but both Aether and Lumine had explained that it was dangerous. That is why they had taken a detour in the first place, which meant no touching.

The little traveler nods sagely, "I'm a good girl."

In this world as well, Solstice experienced many new things. First, they landed in a desert. There was sand everywhere, and it was too hard for Solstice to walk amongst the dunes. Luckily, there were friendly animals that she could ride as the twins guided it with a leash. The caretakers called them "camels" which resembled horses with lumps on their backs, and a relatively goofier face. Once out of the desert, they found signs of civilization. Unfortunately, the twins thought it was too close to the volcano as they ventured towards the jungle. Soon enough, they reached the oasis just on the other side of the jungle and renovated the cottage for shelter.

When the Outlanders had ventured further into the jungle, they had noticed its great food source and minerals; and if there was a lot of food, a village follows where the river runs. For the next few days, the twins had searched for another town yet they only stumbled upon this oasis cottage. Inside, there were maps and books which gave the two enough information about this world. From what they have read, the former owner must have been a researcher or perhaps even a fellow traveler.

It was no permanent home, everyone knew; but they decided to stay a few more days. Survival in this world was more tiring than usual, even for Aether and Lumine. Rather than earning money through commissions, they needed to scavenge for their own food and other daily resources. Thankfully, the maps aided them in finding the good spots and the notes told them what was safe to consume or otherwise better left alone. Solstice even found a hidden ledger for medicinal herbs and potion mixtures. There was also a chest of interesting clothes, looking like they belong to fairies due to how they sparkled. The style varies from tunics, off-shouldered crop tops, veils, turbans, harem pants, cardigans, shawls, scarves, and vests. The bottom is filled with gold accessories and gemstone jewelry, very priceless and heavy.

In respect to the former owners, Aether and Lumine returned the chest to where they found it.

Indeed, they will just spend a few more days here to recuperate and perhaps even train. After all, their youngest is at a good age to learn more about her powers and practice swordsmanship. There is no time like the present to seize the day.

Afterwards, they would venture out again.

Solstice is outside, playing with her Primo Stella rattle and unleashing its jingle. The unique sound has always somehow calmed her, reminding her of the realm where she was born—Cosmogenesis, the twins told her of its name. There are times in-between worlds where Aether and Lumine would take her for a short stop in the dimension. It was usually to ask for some advice from the older Outlanders. Meanwhile, she is usually left to play with the stardust pixies that take form due to the realm's cosmic energy. Then, her siblings would join her again and share some stories that the Elders had told them when they were little.

The innovative little girl wonders if she can make those same pixies with Primo Stella.

While she was playing, the twins are getting ready to leave the current world. They gather the few things they have in their possession, such as their swords and extra clothes. Their wings are out and openly exposed, ready for the flight to another star. Every now and then, the appendages would move to help them levitate and reach a higher shelf.

Lumine walks inside the cottage and checks it one last time for good measure. They could not afford to leave behind anything. Last night, both of the twins had returned the interior as they found it—a trivial thing they always did in courtesy, but also to leave no traces. It was an innate habit that most Outlanders develop, to never ever imprint signs of attachment to a world that is not their home. It helps deter them from looking back or having regrets.

"You ready to go, sis?" Aether asked.

He was already out of the cottage, stretching and keeping an eye on Solstice. His sword is in his right hand, swinging it a few times skillfully.

"I hope we find a nice world where we can celebrate Solstice's 6th birthday." He continues.

His aureate gaze focused on his baby sibling for a moment. She was completely enraptured by the rattle, which was glowing brighter than usual.

Aether returns his attention to Lumine, who was almost done checking. The tinkling sounds from the rattle fills the silence as he waits for his twin sister, just a tad impatiently.

Lumine walks out of the cottage, closing the door on her way out. She points the hilt of her sword towards her brother so he could take it. Last time, he carried Solstice; so this time, it will be her turn. Their sibling is a growing girl, and they needed both arms to carry her safely. They take no chances until her own wings could sprout, which might be soon.

Suddenly, there was a heavy silence.

Aether arches his eyebrow, looking over his shoulder as the incessant chimes had stopped. He wants to ask Solstice what was wrong, but he was interrupted by another shockwave. This time, it was way closer and filled him with wordless dread due to its catalyst. He heard Lumine exclaim something in alarm and distress.

Solstice had broken the relic's seal.

Horrified, both twins urgently reached out for their little sister. The Elders warned them that the seal should never be lifted prematurely, so they had implemented a failsafe for it. How did such a young girl like Solstice break it? Nobody knew what to expect. Most assume what would occur is nothing short of disastrous. They were so utterly terrified because they could not survive the thought of losing their sister, not now and not ever.

Alas, it was practically inevitable.

Because when the shockwave had passed, Solstice was undeniably already gone.

『 Venus sets ablaze 』

The first year of Solstice's life was spent sleeping in Cosmogenesis, as expected.

Just like any other Outlander, it was spent gathering enough energy to sustain herself. During this time, the twins stayed by her side and comforted the newborn in her sleep. They had told her all about the worlds they visited, and how they wanted to find "home" together with their new baby sister. It was a moment filled with innocence and warmth.

The first year of Solstice's life was also dark and admittedly dull. Dark, because she was not able to witness anything with her own eyes yet; and dull, because she could not do anything at all. The only thing she felt was the energy flowing inside of her, making her whole—as if she was a doll slowly being put together by an expert craftsman. It honestly felt peculiar, but also warm and comfortable. Perhaps, that was because Aether and Lumine were always by her side to keep the loneliness at bay. They had always assured she was kept healthy and secure.

Currently, Solstice is experiencing something similar yet also something different.

There was an immense amount of energy flowing inside of her and then back outside. It was like she acted as a medium in a cycling network. The clinical process lacked the familiar warmth and comfort from Cosmogenesis. However, it was not entirely unpleasant...but more so disorienting and confusing. This is new and unknown to her so she felt the need to be a little cautious despite her curiosity. Her siblings taught her to always practice that balanced mindset.

Solstice wondered if she was dreaming again. There are times when things took too much energy from her, so she would fall into a deep slumber. Still, there is a nagging at the back of her mind that tells her this time would be different.

Then, she gains an astonishing epiphany.

Usually, her Primo Stella rattle would give her energy in the form of mana. This time, it takes from her in a way that it was channeling her power. The star had synchronized with her will, especially her memories and her dreams, to create something. She had no idea what it could be but she wanted to see.

Ten years pass and at last—

on the eve of Solstice's 16th birthday,

TEYVAT was fully created.

As midnight struck and the day arose, Solstice has reached full maturity as an Outlander. Her power lets out a final surge across the new land. This celestial phenomenon created three realms coexisting in harmony, welcoming yet untouchable.

When dawn settles over Teyvat,

Solstice finally opens her eyes

for the first time in ten years.

『 Welcome us with your light 』

[cubicle-eyes]

Home

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Hunter x Male!Reader

Y/N is Willow's older brother- aged 17. Also, the lack of gayness for Hunter is sad. Maybe I'm just hopeless. We Don't judge here. We.. eat fudge? Somebody stop me before I start making puns.

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"WILLOW!?"

Y/N cried, stumbling from the hallway of New Hexside and shoving his way past the crowd of his classmates. Willow perks up, gasping.

"Y/N!"

Her older brother crashes into her, nearly sending them both to the floor. He grasps onto her, fisting her costume and letting out a sob into her shoulder.

"Papa- Dad- They aren't- I can't- I can't fix it."

"I know," she pulls away, but the siblings hands stay linked together. Her hands are shaking, and Y/N registers her "keeping it together" expression. "It's okay."

"And then you were missing- and I was with Edric and he broke- Willow."

He let's out another cry and she pulls him back in. "I thought you were dead, or at least puppet-fied. I was so scared, Willow."

"I know. I'm here. I can't wait to tell you all about the Human Realm, Y/N. You'd really love it there."

Gus comes over and punches Y/N's shoulder, automatically lightening the mood.

"Hey, big bro. Long time no see."

"Yeah. Miss your boyfriend?"

"Me and Matty aren't-"

"Boyfriend!"

Y/N cries, shaking Willow's shoulders and looking around. He spots Hunter, and runs over before Willow can stop him.

"Hunter!"

"Y/N?"

Hunter opens his arms just in time for Y/N to crash into them.

"I thought you were dead! Oh my titan, Hunter, your scars."

He traces his fingers over the base to the corner as it ends at his eyes, and Y/N blinks.

"Your eyes."

His lip quivers before he busts into tears, burying his face in Y/N's shirt as he fists at the fabric. He's trying to form words, but is nearly suffocating himself. Y/N inhales shakily, then helps him up and gestures to Willow.

"We'll be right back! Maybe!"

"Okay..! I love you!" She waves her arms, and Y/N smiles wearily.

"I love you too!"

As soon as they're in an empty hallway, Y/N picks him up bridal style to carry him to one of the empty classrooms. Hunter has stopped crying, but now he can't meet Y/N's eyes, holding his arms and keeping his body tense. Y/N sets him down and Hunter stumbles slightly, legs weak. Y/N catches him as he shuts the door, locking it. He turns back to Hunter, watching him sit down on the edge of a desk that isn't flipped from the previous panics.

"Hunter?"

"Yeah?" His voice cracks and Y/N sits next to him, the blonde automatically leaning against him.

"I'm sorry. I shouldn't have run at you like that. Maybe the last thing you needed after all of the shock."

"It's.. okay. I needed that." He was silent for a moment before he sniffled. He leaned off of Y/N, gripping the end of the table so tight his knuckles turned white. Y/N furrowed his brows.

"Why isn't... oh."

"Yeah. Flap.. isn't here."

"Is that why your eyes changed color?"

Y/N gently turned Hunter's head, and his newly brown eyes were sad. He shut them, grimacing as he leaned into his touch.

"He's the reason I'm alive."

After Hunter explained the story, Y/N was shocked. He couldn't help his lip from quivering, or the tears slowly pooling in his eyes.

"That's.. I'm so sorry. I should've gone with you. Dunce." Y/N sighed, lying back on the table. Hunter shifted to lie his back over his chest, the two forming a makeshift plus-sign on the table. Y/N ran his hands through Hunter's hair before the boy sat up, leaning on one arm but keeping himself draped over his boyfriend.

"Don't.. say that. I'm so glad you weren't there to see what I did."

"Belos did."

Hunter smiles, but Y/N knows its really one of his hiding expressions. "Yeah. Belos did. Besides.. I don't think Flap would've wanted you there, either."

"I know." Y/N whispered. His voice was always infinitely gentle, but it sounded like he was trying to convince himself it were true. Hunter sat up before he could start crying again, standing and unlocking the door.

"Alright, let's not keep everybody waiting."

"Okay, but.. we'll talk more, right?"

"Sure." He mentally punches himself for sounded so unconvincing. Y/N sighs.

"Alright. Hey, Hunter?"

"Mm?"

Y/N kisses his forehead, hands sneaking up to cup his face. Hunter's own, shaking hands place themselves over Y/N's. The slightly taller boy pulls away, smiles, and pecks Hunter on the lips.

"I'm so glad you're home."

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💙

[zalmoxis-the-great]

Meowcrontyr story

This is completely inspired by your cat lore @redsasexualdisaster

I had to make a Mhelob story ! I hope I didn't misunderstood the sacred incense thingy~!

Necrons are cats in this AU. Lol it is 4 am

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Mhelob was only twenty-eight days old kitten, and already treading the interesting expanse of the world around him.

He and his siblings spent most of their time around Orikan, their parent, who currently was luxuriously spread on the little bed in the corner of the garage. Their father, Trazyn, would visit them from time to time, bringing treats and shiny toys for them to play with.

But Mhelob was very special. He was the tiniest kitten.

Orikan told him so. He was the smallest kitten he ever made.

Usually, he would be proud of that, but right now, as his brothers and sisters were pushing, squishing, and kicking him out of his parent’s reach, he wasn't feeling too proud.

He meowed angrily.

There was no more space around their parents’ belly, and his stomach was rumbling.

He went to present his protests to a higher authority, by shoving his fluffy whiskers all in Orikan’s face.

The older necron cat listened to the concerned meowing of Trazyn’s spawn, and decided that it was a great opportunity for the kitten to learn how to solve his own problems. So he communicated that to him.

To the skitarii watering the plants outside, this all looked like a kitten went to Orikan’s face, and meowed, once, to which the bigger cat licked its face, once, and promptly went back to sleep.

Poor Mhelob was left to solve this problem all alone.

He decided that the best strategy was to summon more allies. With this in his tiny kitten brain, he went outside the garage they were sheltered by, and trotted straight to the back door that the grander skitarii forgot to close.

The house was supposed to be a space only for the necrons of the Nihilakh dynasty and humans. Orikan often warned Mhelob and his siblings against going inside.

But this necron was one determined kitten, so holding his tiny tail high, he marched inside.

At first, the strange space was spooky, but the weird smoke that seemed to come from little sticks burning at one end seemed to relax him.

He decided that walking inside the house was fun. He quickly learned that when he placed one front and back paw down simultaneously, it would make him bounce slightly.

This made every step a little jump, which brought him faster and closer to his goal.

Navigating with his nose was harder than usual, because of the thick smog in the house. It made his eyes water a bit. But he still could smell the faint trace of his father.

Soon he found himself in front of an open door.

Peaking inside revealed a long-haired cat

It was his sire, Trazyn the Infinite, and the current prize-winning cat of Belisarius Cawl.

The fluffy necron was busy jumping from shelf to shelf, from time to time, rubbing his nose, probably from the thick smoke in the house.

Speaking of.

Now Mhelob realized that his nose was itching too.

He let out a tiny kitten sneeze, alerting the bigger necron of his presence.

‘Who’s there?’, he turned, squinting at the kitten.

‘Mhelob?’ The necron jumped on the ground level. ‘What are you doing here?’

The tiny necron rushed to their parent’s belly. The sudden motion caused the big cat to place a paw on the kitten’s tiny head.

The kitten meow indignantly at the injustice.

‘I am not the right parent for this, child. ’Trazyn sighed. ‘Let’s get you to where you belong.’

After saying that, the necron grabbed Mhelob by the scruff of his neck and started walking with him toward the garage.

The kitten was calm while being carried outside the house, sneezing a couple of times on their way.

When they reached the outside, they noticed that the skitarii stopped pretending to water the plants, abandoning the still-open water hose next to the fuse box, to stare at the necrons on the cat-bed.

Trazyn dropped Mhelob and got close to a seemingly snoozing Orikan.

Mhelob trotted closer and noticed the lack of space.

He meowed loudly, prompting the skitarii to switch its focus on them.

Trazyn nodded, acknowledging his kitten’s complaint, and got closer to Orikan.

The single-eyed necron was still sitting comfortably, ignoring the both of them. The long-haired cat licked him once on his face, which was ignored.

Trazyn looked at Mhelob, winked at him, then shoved his whole face on the smooth skin of Orikan’s middle, blowing a raspberry.

The loud noise scared the one-eyed cat.

Orikan let out a yowl and jumped in the air, scaring the other kittens next to him.

When he fell back down on the bed, he raised his tail, letting out a threatening growl directed at Trazyn, only to be cut by Mhelob, who zoomed in on him, glad to see his siblings out of the way. The sudden interruption tempered Orikan’s anger.

‘So you were behind all this!’ He meowed angrily, his tail swooshing violently.

‘He complained that you were doing a bad job.’ Trazyn licked his paw, pretending not to hear the angry hiss coming from his mate.

The long-haired cat turned around, looking straight at Orikan, and blinked slowly at him.

The hissing stopped, and after a moment, Orikan blinked back at him.

Trazyn decided that now was a good time to take a catnap, after he moved the rest of the kittens in the bed before he curled in it too. After a moment Orikan lay down.  Both of them ignored the skitarii watching them, as well as the thick smoke coming from the now-wet fuse box.

[thesecretsoftheuniverse]

stargazing !

— pairing neteyam x gn!reader | wc 0.4k | warnings just fluff | authors note this is the first thing i have written in a very long time and the first piece of work i've ever published. constructive criticism is always appreciated, but please be gentle with me.

neteyam is a sucker for everything celestial. there are only few moments when he can switch off and forget about all his duties, his responsibilities for the clan and his siblings. ironically getting lost in the endless withs of the universe catching a glimpse of the past is what grounds him most. hence you regularly use the safety of the dark to your benefit and sneek out of the village to get to your favorite spot and look at the stars together. hand in hand you stroll through the thicket of the forest until you reach a clearing on a hill and lay down on the damp grass. legs intertwined, his one hand on top of the one you put on his chest. he admires the night sky, illuminated by tiny bright spots, while you focus on his steady breathing, which slowly becomes one with his heartbeat. tilting your head you see him looking up at the stars with a content smile on his face. moments like this make him realize that there is only so much control he holds in his hands. that there is something so much bigger than him out there. it makes him feel small. insignificant. which gives him the chance to mentally take a step back and just take in and appreciate his surroundings. no matter how much weight he feels like he has to carry on his shoulders, in the end it doesn’t matter. nothing truly matters as everyone and everything will one day return to dust. something that he cannot really fathom. a rather gloomy prospect that brings him quietude. he finds peace in the silence engulfing both of you. after some time of dwelling on random thoughts neteyam looks down at you. you shuffle. adjusting your body and scooting up a little, one half of you lying on top of him, facing each other directly. his eyes look like they took up the whole night sky, now holding galaxies within them. you take your hand and put a loose braid behind his right ear before placing your palm on his warm cheek, admiring the markings on his face and tracing the scattered glowing dots with your thumb. an almost inaudible giggle filled with happiness escapes your lips. his ears perk up as he feels your abdomen vibrating. a smile forms on his face, one corner of his mouth sitting slightly higher than the other. the look in his eyes is filled with adoration. you put your forehead against his and close your eyes. his soft breath tickling your skin. and in that moment you swear you were infinite.

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[fatuismooches]

Helloo Smooches

Would you like another episode of me being possessed by angst ghosts? I was just thinking about Arlie with lover from Fontaine.. I'll try to avoid 4.2 spoilers as much as possible, so:

Reader helps those, who are caught up in primordial sea catastrophe. Arlie will try to persuade you into staying out of this, since the water is dangerous for you, but you just.. Can't leave these people, even if it's a little help because it's your mutual home

But.. just a single mistake and you're gone. Disappeared without a trace in seawater. No matter how much fatui agents and children from Heart of Hearth try to search for you - you're gone gone gone.

You were the only person Arlecchino let in her life on personal level. The one she could drop her mask before and be not Arlecchino, not The Knave, but just.. herself (if only we knew her real name..)

And now.. she can't even do a proper funeral for you, because your body is dissolved. Her mind is plagued by infinite "what if". What if she didn't let you go? What if she was there? What if she came to you just a mere minutes earlier to catch you? What if it wasn't you, who died..?

"Father", who told Freminet that tears are a sign of weakness found herself all alone, hidden from everyone's gaze, with tears streaks on her face, which she doesn't even bother to wipe. Ah, if you were there.. you'd gently come to her, placing hands on her face, wiping the tears gently..

This is exactly why she teaches her children to value their life above all else.

-🥀

(just venting my frustration over the fact Fontaine just has so many beautiful women😭. It's not fair to my wallet)

🥀 ANON... 🥀 ANON... IM SENDING YOU AWAY!! STOP THIS MADNESS!! But yes... i have to admit i do love and enjoy your angst.

In all honesty, Arlecchino did not want you to come to Fontaine with her. She wanted you to stay in Snezhnaya, where you'd be safe. Which, wasn't particularly unusual - although you came with her on a lot of missions, sometimes she wanted you to stay home. Whether to rest, or take on other duties, or if this mission was going to be especially bloody... but this time, uncharacteristically, it's out of gnawing fear. She knows she shouldn't be nervous, she knows you're strong, you're careful, you're her other hand after all, but... the threat of death is far more looming in Fontaine, especially as a Fontainian. But no, you're stubborn, you always have been. Always wanting to help, always wanting to look out for others. That's probably why you got so attached to the three siblings as well. So, Arlecchino can't fight you anymore, the only thing she can do is keep a watchful eye on you.

Only that her eyes are not watchful enough. If only Arlecchino knew that morning would be the last she saw you, the last that she kissed you and held you. If only she knew. If only she was able to protect you, or if she instructed you to go elsewhere, the water wouldn't have gotten you. She's the Fourth Harbinger, with incomparable strength, yet she couldn't save one person? If she tried harder, she could have. Could have forced you to stay, could have done something. It is even worse this way, your body isn't here for a proper funeral, neither she nor her children being able to find closure and say goodbye to you one last time.

Lyney and Lynette are trying to calm their shaking bodies, while Freminet is already on the verge of tears despite knowing how much Father dislikes crying children, but he can't help it. And Arlecchino could not blame him for once, because in the privacy of her office, she does the same thing. She longs for you to walk through that door, come behind her, and hold her, softly wiping the silent tears away, murmuring how it was okay for her to be vulnerable, and how it was all going to be okay since you two had each other.

Not anymore...

Children who enter the House of the Hearth after that are always greeted by a large painting of an unfamiliar person in the halls, questioning who it could possibly be. The only response they get is a head pat, a sad smile, and "someone who was very important to Lord Arlecchino."

[stealingyourbones]

Submitted Prompts #135

I know I tend to send in DPxDC prompts, but today I had A Thought.

I've been playing Warframe again, lately, and I've been grinding for the Operator Affiny things (thank you Zenurik Focus, for blessing me with boundless Energy with which to commit chaos :D )

And a thought struck me: Operators use Transference to pilot a Warframe. It comes from their Void powers, granted to them in an accident, where their ship was about to dimension-jump into the Void. This overlapping of dimensions made the Tenno into something Other (hilariously, they're called Tenno because they were from the Zariman 10-0. Ten-Zero. Ten-O. Tenno) with extra-dimensional powers, among which is a beam of energy from said dimension. Sound familiar?

What I'm getting at here is: Immortal Danny finds himself transported into the Zariman after the tragedy that befell it, and since The Void and the Infinite Realms are neighbouring extra-dimensional planes of existence, he feels right at home with the survivors (canonically, the adults all went insane, while the more adaptable children survived with powers) and helps them with their powers.

Eventually the Orokin find them, as in canon, and take them in as their Tenno Warrior caste. Their Praetorian Guard, of sorts, and build the Prime Warframes for the children to inhabit and pilot.

Danny goes along with it, because hey cool space bio-armor that he can power with his abundance ecto-energy. Maybe Pandora and frostbite might want to take a look, too.

His Warframe? Banshee Prime

Shit happens, as one might say, and as the Tenno are put into cryo-sleep by the the Lotus (Space Mom!!!!) Danny goes back to the Realms, after his vacation is done.

Eons later, the Tenno rise again, to a shattered and warring Solar System.

They reestablish their Relays, and their presence once more brings order and peace to the System. And as the Order once again grows, as more and more Tenno wake up, Teshin, the Last of the Orokin Dax (the Royal Guard) tells them of Banshee Prime, and her incredible powers over sound and voice.

As the Tenno pilots reawaken in their stasis pods in Lua, one remains missing. Tenno across the System all wonder where everyone's favorite older brother went, and what happened to his Banshee Prime Warframe that he always lovingly maintained and repaired himself.

One, the Harrow pilot, peers into the Void, as he typically does, and finds a trace leading to another dimension other than the Void where the Moon had been hidden, with their pods in it.

Essentially, a whole legion of high school murder-inclined feral teens go on a trip to the Ghost Zone to bring back their older brother, so he can once again tell them of the stars and their meanings. They think he would like to have words with some people, and the Main Character has spotted the Lotus look to the stars with grief in her eyes as she wonders on her wayward child's whereabouts.

Danny, for his part, has grown up into his Fenton Brickhouse genes (not being in a stasis pod will do that to you) and is ruling the Realms along with his Council of Ancient, and generally getting his new powers as the Ancient of Space under control, like he's done before with his basic ghost abilities, and later his ice.

What he didn't expect, was for his old siblings to knock down the doors to his Throne room and crowd him, all screeching about how come he grew up when they're all stuck as kids still, and why dies he look so different, and so many questions that he gets a little overwhelmed.

When Clockwork (grandpa), Pandora (mom) and Frostbite (dad) turn to him and his baby siblings, and say Danny really should take a break "for your own health, Your Highness. You're overdue a vacation!"...let's just say the System was ready for the Tenno. Alad V was ready to face them in battle and experiment with their Warframes (the Valkyr lore is horrifying if you pay attention to it).

No one was ready for Phantom and Banshee Prime to take the System by storm, leading an army of feral children with murder-hobo inclinations

[penndragyn]

First of all, SPOILERS FOR THE UMBRELLA ACADEMY SEASON 4! Kinda. It's an attempt at an alternative "what if" ending, but still. Also language, obviously.

Now, for my version I came up with at five in the morning. If y'all want to see a more detailed version, might make one if I'm given the time. For now, have this.

... ... ...

The Cleanse. Lumbering its way towards The Umbrella Academy to consume the last traces of Marigold and merge the shattered timeline once and for all. And Five, in every one of his infinite wisdoms, only has one plan.

5: "We need to sacrifice ourselves."

Luther: "Am I the only one that doesn't like this plan?"

Klaus: "Yeah, old Klaus might've been into that kinda thing, but I don't really vibe with the whole-"

Viktor: "I'll do it."

And this is where things change. This time, Viktor takes charge. With his power, he'll take everyone's Marigold and sacrifice himself. Everyone else can take the last train with Lila and Allison's families to try and escape to the new timeline.

Allison: "Viktor, we would never leave without you-"

Viktor: "Please. I'd rather not have all of us erased from existence if there's a chance I can save you guys."

5: "I'm staying as well. If you're dead set on doing the sacrifice play, then someone has to blink the others to the station."

Viktor: "Five, but-"

5: "I've lived a long life. I've lived many long lives. And if you have hope for them, Viktor, then... Then so do I."

With The Cleanse approaching, Five blinks everyone to the subway station to buy Viktor time. There, everyone says their tearful goodbyes to Five and Viktor as they all join hands. The show gets its poignant moment, as Viktor takes the last of everyone's Marigold...

Allison: "... I'm so sorry you left Canada for this."

Viktor: "I'm not. Guess I finally get to be special, huh?"

5: "You were always special."

Until someone interrupts, taking Five's Marigold as well as Viktor's.

Lila: "Sod it."

5: "AGH-! Lila!"

Viktor: "Lila, what are you-"

Lila: "You lot said I should save my family, yeah?"

Lila mimics Viktor's power to take the Marigold for herself, making sure Viktor and Five can escape with their family.

Diego: "Lila, you're insane! Our family needs you! I need you-"

Lila: "Our family's gonna be fine. They've got you lot in it. You've got this."

With one last kiss to Diego, Lila pushes the rest of the group onto the train before it departs. Lila follows the train as long as she can to say goodbye to her family. Then she blinks away.

5: "Diego, there's nothing we can do."

Lila faces The Cleanse with a defiant shout. To this universe, to every universe, to this abomination that tried to tear away the only things she'd ever loved in life.

Lila: "FUCK YOOOOOOOOOU!!!"

The timelines collapse back into their one true form, and on the 12th hour of the 8th day of August, 2024, absolutely nothing happened.

Pogo (narrating): "You might even say it was completely ordinary."

And The Umbrella Academy, for all the times these six siblings have been starting and stopping the end of the world non-stop...

...They really needed a day like that at long last.

... ... ...

And that's how I would've ended the show. There's a lot of other parts I'm sure others have ways to fix, but I think this ending is a bit more satisfying. I kept Lila's self sacrifice, I felt that moment was too good to waste, but added some depth to Viktor and Diego's parts in that scene considering their plots in the show gave them some focus.

Hope you enjoyed, let me know what you think, looking forward to seeing the endings everyone else had in mind.

[sapphanimates]

Sonic OC Showdown Ask Game!

✨️ - How did you come up with the OC's name?

Trace's name originates from the same oc tutorial video I watched when creating her. One of the example characters was named Trace, after their ability to sneak around without a trace, and I thought it was cool.

🌼- How old are they? (approximate age range)

I'm thinking mid-to-late twenties. But that might change depending on how I structure events in my AU.

🌺- Do they have any love interests?

Hmm.....

🍕- What is their favorite food?

Applesauce! The air slits in her muzzler are just big enough for her to fit in and drink through a straw; applesauce is just the easiest since it's already pre-pureed and tastes great!

💼- What do they do for a living?

Nothing necessarily. She and the rest of the Daybreak's Angels spend their time either relaxing or on patrol for danger. They defend those who can't help themselves and were most active during Infinite's conquest of Mobius.

🎹- Do they have any hobbies?

Back when she could still speak, Trace loved to sing folk songs from her hometown. She can still be heard occasionally humming these songs quietly to herself.

🎯 - What do they do best?

She's well versed in various physical fighting styles, and now due to her muzzler, she has gained a sharp advantage in silent espionage.

🥊- What do they like to do? What do they hate to do?

She enjoys talking and spending time with her team. She doesn't hate much of anything. Things that are purely mechanical somewhat set her off. She doesn't trust them.

❤️- What is one of your OC's best memories?

The day she met Zess. He helped her when she was all on her own, teaching her sign language, helping her get food, and just overall caring for her. Her life has changed forever thanks to him.

✂️- What is one your OC's worst memories?

Being defeated by the Jackal Clan. It scarred her, mentally and physically. She feels as if she let her people down by letting her cover get blown.

🧊- Is their current design the first one?

NOOOOO. She's definitely had some changes, most of which in outfit designs and colors. Her muzzler was originally a completely different (and severely illogical) shape, and there were a lot more greens and even golds in her design. The most recent change I've made to her design was the addition of the burn scars across her face.

🍀- What originally inspired the OC?

This tutorial by Creative Planet Entertainment I had previously mentioned in the first question. This is the video that taught me how to draw sonic characters in general, albeit poorly. This is also where she got her name, as I said before, and even inspired the idea of a muzzled sonic character! The Tasmanian Devil aspect was unrelated to this video and was chosen purely because it's just a cool and unique animal.

🌂-What genre do they belong in?

what?

💚 - What is your OC's gender identity and sexuality?

She is a sisgender bisexual woman. She/Her pronouns.

🙌 - How many siblings does your OC have?

Unsure. Let's say... she's the middle child of 6 siblings?

🍎- What is the OC's relationship with their parents like?

Good. They care about her well-being, even taking care of her in the early months after the incident. When she left, they were heartbroken.

🧠- What do you like most about the OC?

She's my little baby girl. She was my first real sonic oc, and I'm proud of how much she's grown. She is a mini time capsule of just how much I've developed as an artist and writer when it comes to Sonic.

✏️- How often do you draw or write about the OC?

I'll have swings, just like I do with all the fandoms I'm obsessed with. When I'm in my Sonic cycle, I usually bounce back to working on fleshing out and drawing choice characters from my project; Trace being one of them.

💎- Do you ever see yourself killing off the OC?

Initially, yes. I had an idea of how and when she would die, but it came much too soon, much too jarring, and read like something you'd find in a shock fic. So no. Not now.

💀- Does your character have any phobias?

She is afraid of becoming lethally ill, suffocation, and drowning.

🍩- Who is your OC's arch nemesis or rival?

Infinite, or as she knew him, Zero. They go back all the way from her infiltration of the Jackal Clan camp, to her traumatic silencing, down to the aftermath of his conquest of Mobius.

🎓 - How long have you had your OC?

Since I designed her during the Covid-19 pandemic in 2020. I actually drew her during my break between virtual classes!

🍥 - How old were you when you made the OC?

Early Teens

@sonic-oc-showdown

[shade-pup-cub]

My take on how Fierce Deity was sealed inside the cursed mask. Chapter 11 of 'A Deity's Son'.

Content Warning: Behind the scene death, description of the body (not too graphic), wings being removed.

Notes: FD has the gift of seeing already faught battles through spilt blood.

“Link? Link?!” Fierce went around the makeshift town of tents filled with Hylian soldiers. He made his way to Hylia’s tent and opened it up, hoping that Link was there with her. Of course he wasn’t.

“Fierce, what’s wrong?”

He growled at the realization. “He left! We explicitly told him to stay put until we had a full proof plan. We need to find him before he does something stupid, like play hero against Demise.”

Hylia grabbed her hooded cloak as well as her bow with an infinite amount of light arrows. “Demise’s pet would love nothing more than to get his dirty hands on Link.”

“We must hurry then. They have not stayed in one place for more than a few days at a time.” He walked out of her tent and whistled. A large six legged, black horse galloped to his side. He mounted the beast and stuck his hand out for his sister so he could help her up behind him. Once she was, he spurred his horse on. They knew where Demise had recently been and that was their first stop.

They weren’t there.

Fierce and Hylia traveled the whole land looking for Link and would not stop until they found him. Their hope for finding him alive decreased everyday, but they still hoped for the best. After over three weeks, that hope too was fading.

They happened to stumble across an abandoned castle ruins and at first glimpse, thought they met another dead end. That was until someone started clapping from the third story where what used to be a window and now an open room was. “I was starting to get bored waiting for you two to get here. It took you long enough.”

Hylia slid off the back of the horse, never taking her eyes off the person in front of her. “Ghirahim, where is Link? I demand you release him.”

“You are in no position to make demands, Goddess.” The Demon Lord twirled a black dagger between his fingers.

“Where is Demise?” Fierce asked as he also dismounted his horse.

“If it isn’t the runt of the litter, Fierce Deity.” Demise slowly walked over and stood near his pet. His smile said a thousand words. “Are you looking for Link? Hylians are so predictable and stupid. I can’t understand what you see in them. This one does have a stronger spirit about him though. Made things fun.”

“If you have hurt him.” Hylia took a few steps closer. “I will end you.”

From somewhere behind the walls, a voice rang out. “Hylia! Get out of here! Fierce, get her out of here!”

Demise told Ghirahim something, leaving the siblings to talk. Fierce glared at his older brother. “What have you done to him?”

“What haven’t we done, is a better question. Let me show you.” There was the sound of chains and something being dragged.

Fierce could smell it before he saw it. Blood. There was so much of it. They watched as Demise flung something over the edge and hooked it to an exposed beam of wood. It was Link. His green tunic was more red than green, red cloak was in shreds around his thinned shoulders. He looked nothing like he had just a few weeks ago. Crimson liquid was still dripping from his freshly cut throat onto the ground below. He could see the bruising around the blue eyes that were partly open, showing his last emotions. The once thicker muscles were thinned and bones were more prominent for them to see. White webbed lines traced across exposed skin and only one person was able to do that.

It took Hylia a few moments to register the sight in front of her and when it did, Fierce’s heart broke not only for himself, but for her. She screamed and put her hands over her mouth. Fierce spun her around quickly from the sight and held her close. “This is your fault. You were supposed to help him. Supposed to save him. He is dead because of you!”

Fierce took that blame upon himself. He had told Link to stay put due to Demise playing baiting games. Unfortunately Link took the bait and paid for it with his life. Demise’s goal was to get Fierce and Hylia to him, away from everyone else. He still didn’t agree with Hylians helping with the sibling’s war, but Link loved Hylia and wouldn't sit on the sidelines. Fierce charged himself with the care of Link, something he had just failed at.

He ran his fingers through the golden hair of his sister’s. He kissed the top of her head as she sobbed into his armored chest. “I’ll make it right. I can’t bring him back, but I’ll give you the opportunity you need to seal Demise.”

She sniffled. “He will kill you, Fierce. You know that he wants you out of the way since I am not as strong as he is.”

“He won’t kill me, but I will wish he had.” Demise had a plan for him and told him a few details of what it was. Did he want to do it? No. This was going to be the most painful thing he ever did, but Hylia couldn’t do this without the distraction. “I’m so sorry, be ready when the time comes.” He kissed her head one more time and his heart raced.

When his sister’s fingers let go of his silver armor, he walked towards his older brother. He unclipped his blade, holding it with both hands, eyes locked on Demise. He needed to fight them just enough that it wasn’t obvious that he wasn’t giving the fight his all. He needed their guard down and he desperately needed this plan to work or else the world was going to suffer.

Ghirahim unclasped his cloak, allowing it to disappear in a flash of diamonds. He twirled a dagger between his fingers and held his thin sword in his other hand. “The favorite son has come to play.”

“Hold your tongue, demon.” Fierce demanded.

The Demon Lord growled at him before he flicked his long and pointed tongue at him. He disappeared in a flash of diamonds and predictable reappeared behind him.

Fierce fought violently against his brother's pet, showing his strength, speed and his nature for battle. He used his wings as shields since they were almost indestructible. The only area that was weak was the base of the white wings.

He wasn't ready for what came next, but Ghirahim was wearing out from the encounter. The next time the demon appeared at his back, he let him strike. The thin blade sliced across the back of his knees and in the next second, five black daggers were flying at him with a trail of red magic behind them. His left wing swatted two away, his blade deflected another. He allowed the remaining two to get past his defenses. One of those daggers went into his left thigh as the other embedded itself just above his armor, under his armpit.

He hissed in pain since it actually did hurt, but in a real fight he would have left them were they stuck. This wasn't a real fight though. He reached for the one under his arm so he could pull it, only to have a sword rake over his armored chest and across his unprotected upper arm.

He curled his wing around himself so he could still pose as if he was in the fight. That was when Demise stepped forward and summoned lightning down on him. The metal in and on him sparked and made the effect much more unbearable. That was something he didn't have to fake. He dropped his Helix sword and his hands continued to twitch with the pulsing electricity.

Demise was right next to him when he kicked Fierce to the ground. He stepped on Fierce's back with one foot and grabbed one of his white wings near the base. Fierce knew this was going to happen, but he still thrashed under his brother's weight. Ghirahim walked over with a smirk, dagger in hand and made the first cut.

Fierce screamed out in pain as the left wing's bone snapped in half, then the final cut was made to take it off. Searing white pain engulfed his nerves, blocking out everything else outside of the uncontrollable pain caused by the bone, skin and muscles being ripped from his body.

When he felt Demise grab the other wing, he nearly gave up on the whole thing so he didn't have to go through with it. When he made it to his hands and knees, he caught the glimpse of Link hanging lifelessly. This was on him and he needed to do this. He didn't feel the skin or muscles get cut, but he felt the bone shatter, then twisted to break it off. The jagged ends of the bones dug into his skin when he made the remaining bits retreat to under the skin of his back between his shoulder blades.

Ghirahim handed something to Demise before he took Fierce's hair into his grip, wrenching his head back and forcing him up into his knees fully.

Demise let out an ominous chuckle. "Baby brother, it seems the table has turned with who gets put in a mask this time. Tell Majora I said hello. I'm sure he has missed you."

A wooden mask appeared in Fierce's line of sight. It radiated darkness from it. It wasn't just going to hold him, but it was cursed.

"Oh and enjoy the visions too." Demise added. Only then did Fierce notice the unnatural crimson color on the inside of the mask. Blood. Link's blood. He was going to see every second of Link's torture and ending. That was worse than his wings being removed by far.

He screamed as the mask fused to his face, then absorbed his being inside of it with his sword.

[qwanderer]

First Lines

Thanks to @mcfiddlestan for the tag! This sounds like a fun one

rules: list the first line(s) of your last 10 (or however many you have) posted fics and see if there’s a pattern!

1 Variable (Vegetable)

“I am gonna get you two to eat salad,” Eliot said, “eat salad and like it, if it kills me.”

“No!” Parker stood up and marched over to him, waving a finger in his face. “You are not allowed to die! I’ve been very clear about this.”

2 The Disaster Job

Northeast Philadelphia

Their client’s name was Danielle, and if at least two-thirds of the team wasn’t reminded vividly of Nana when they met her, Hardison would eat his hat. 

3 Like Yellow Eyes

Crowley emptied all the plants out of the Bentley and into the bookshop, and for a moment, the Bentley thought that perhaps, just perhaps, the two idiots who most often occupied its seats had gotten their shit together and were moving in together, properly. 

But then the angel walked out of the bookshop, and. He was holding The Keys. 

4 Like Golden Light

The Bentley had felt it, of course. The way Crowley had hoped, and tried, and ended up brokenhearted. 

5 what to (be) for the woman who (is) everything

Lord Aral Vorkosigan woke up naked, tangled skin-to-skin with his new wife, and experienced the same kind of terrified awe he had when he’d determined that she wasn’t a drunken hallucination. The heavens had opened up and delivered to him everything he needed most in one delightful Cordelia-shaped package, and now he just had to figure out how to keep her. 

6 ...And breathe out.

Eliot pulled his car up to the farmhouse and parked, getting out and looking around at the farm. Still the same old familiar place, even though these days, every time he visited things looked a little different. At least it wasn’t crawling with folks in protective suits anymore, all these months after he and Harry had found the battery dump. 

7 Personification

The multiverse took all he had.

8 In Your Shade

The hard part was choosing a single Thor, in all the infinite throng, to visit. 

9 Sanity Check

The TVA had the ability to trace Victor Timely’s variants through his temporal signature, but they couldn’t see everything all the time, so it was one of Loki’s priorities to keep an eye out for other potential threats to the continued health of the multiverse.

And Loki was, at this moment, watching a Tony Stark build a device that could rip the multiverse asunder.

10 King of Infinite Space

Loki came to find Tony when he didn’t show up for dinner. He was in the Repairs and Advancement workshop, of course, bent over a sheaf of papers, leaned in close to a screen. Squinting like he did when his eyes were ready to give out.

Okay, honestly what I'm noticing most here is the variety! That's four different fandoms. And they're like, domestic fluff, episodic jobfic, poetic metaphors, angst, pillow talk, coming out story, dramatic fate-of-the-universe fix-it, siblings reunited, polyamory negotiations (a big theme of mine in the long term), and smut.

As per usual, I don't have the spoons to tag, but anyone reading this can consider themselves tagged! I'd love to see your stuff.

[lunarfly-studios]

"You ever think about how weird it is that there are over 88 constellations in the known galaxy, but only twelve of them ended up being zodiac signs? Weird, right?"

More Moon Rising art while i'm working on character references

At 13, Hazel is the second youngest in the family and the youngest of a set of twins, and as a natural introvert, she generally does her best not to be noticed. She most often keeps to herself in her bedroom, in the back of the class, in the farthest stall in the bathroom, anything to have the least amount of attention on her. Whether through need or by happenstance, she developed spectral abilities shortly after a traumatic incident she and June both experienced together, and these powers include telekinesis, levitation, intangibility and invisibility.

Which gives her an extreme advantage when it comes to spying on others, which she's famous for doing. No matter where she is or who's around, she has a habit of popping up in odd places very unexpectedly, and her family's learned to constantly be on the look out for signs of her when she's on the prowl. She's earned the nickname of 'Cyber Specter' due to her science and technological prowess too.

She also adores space. While a lot of her siblings try to blend in with human society as much as possible, Hazel has little interest in socializing or exploring Earth. Her passion lies with space and the infinite cosmos. Some of her siblings may visit Venus every once and a while, but she wants to explore beyond it; to the rest of the Galaxy, and even further past it. This is kind of meant to reflect all of those concepts at once.

--

Anywho this was just a bit of a practice doodle i did in a few hours, i'll try to have her and June's reference sheet up another time, hOPE YA'LL LIKE IT

Hazel Price, Art (c) Me/Lunarlight/QueenFighterfly

Disclaimer: Please do not steal, repost/redistribute, use, edit or trace any of my written or visual works without my written consent. I do not post to Instagram or Pinterest, so if this art is found on those websites, they were reposted without my permission and should be reported.

[isabellebissonrouthier]

Pestilence and Purity - Scene 4

SYNOPSIS

MASTERPOST

WRITING TAGLIST: @wild-daffodils

A dark fantasy story, all to be posted on this blog, but with a twist.

At the end of every scene, you will vote on Peter's next choice.

Vote wisely.

***

Tell them

Ask Delilah

Lie

***

Ask Delilah. 

Peter’s mind knew what he had to do.  

“Did you talk to him first?” he asked, voice ringing clear in a way it rarely did: a funeral bell, almost. At least when it came to its intensity. 

Felicity and Willow fell silent, words crumbling before reaching their lips, but Peter just could not look at them. His gaze remained firmly on their eldest sister: the question having slipped from his tongue with almost ease. 

Delilah’s eyes – once like dark, damp earth, now far more comparable with the blackness of night, as if her irises had been swallowed entirely by her pupils – were locked onto his, unmoving. For a moment, Peter could not, and did not, move an inch. 

Then, something softened in Delilah’s gaze. Relief, almost.  

“Yes.” 

The silence swallowed them whole. 

Then, Delilah turned, breaking the infinite quiet. She looked to the executioner, who stared at the siblings with widened eyes and limbs as frozen as ice. 

How strange, Peter’s mind supplied, that someone who slaughtered for a living feared something so simple: a question, followed by an answer. An exchange between a princess and a prince: both having barely blossomed into adulthood, with traces of childhood still lingering in their features. 

Peter had never considered himself someone who should be feared. 

His sisters, however, lingered in the space between innocent and not. Or, at least, that was how they were considered by their people. 

“You will share none of this with our parents,” Delilah spoke, voice elegant and calm, as if it was a gentle suggestion, not a command whose betrayal would lead to the unthinkable. “And you are going to leave, so my siblings and I can have this conversation alone.” 

The executioner swallowed. Then, she nodded. 

“Of course, your highness.” 

With a trembling breath, she began to hurry away, but Delilah caught her by the arm. Their eyes locked. The silence that grew was punctured only by the inhales and exhales of Willow and Felicity. Harsh, for the first, like the panting of soldiers in the midst of battle, and something far softer and quicker from the one who had never raised a fist. 

Peter and the executioner held their breaths. 

Then, Delilah released her, and the executioner scrambled away. 

The quadruplets were silent for barely a moment longer, before Willow’s instincts overtook her. She reached out, grabbing both Peter and Delilah by the wrists and yanking them closer to her and Felicity. 

“What the fuck is going on?” she demanded, and though her fury was most dominant, overtaking her words, fear seeped through the cracks. Willow looked between Peter and Delilah, before her gaze settled on Peter, her eyes hard. “What the fuck did you see? And what did you see?” The final question was shot in Delilah’s direction. 

Delilah’s head snapped to Peter, as if Willow’s words meant little, and her eyes were equally firm. 

“Peter,” she said. “Tell us what he showed you.” 

Peter swallowed, thick, and then straightened his spine. 

“You talked to him first. What did he show you?” 

Delilah’s eyebrows raised, as if she had no idea that Peter had such strength, lingering in the bones of someone who had been sickly for so long.  

In that moment, Peter felt totally well. 

Afraid, but well. 

Delilah’s eyes locked onto him, before her shoulders slumped, just slightly, and her gaze softened in a way it almost never did. She sighed, quiet, like a weight had been pulled from her shoulders, like Peter’s question had softened whatever had hardened her heart. 

“An apocalypse,” Delilah said. “An apocalypse that we need to stop.” 

Felicity sucked in a breath, and Willow’s hold on Peter’s wrist loosened. He could not find it in himself to pull away, especially as it dawned on him that what he had seen – what he had yet to fully process – was true. 

Willow swore: curses in languages that Peter did not speak, but all that he recognised from hours in his sister’s company. He knew which ones were cruellest, at least. And which were most suited to describe him. 

“What the fuck does that mean?” Willow demanded. Her head snapped to Peter, too. “Did you see a- a fucking apocalypse?” 

Everyone looked to Peter.  

“I- I don’t know.” He shook his head, as if to shake those terrible visions from his eyes. “I saw war and- and famine and death. I don’t know what causes it, but... we have something to do with stopping it, I think. And not just us! It's our friends, too.” 

“Which friends?” Felicity asked, as if simply latching on to the part that frightened her least. “Which-” 

“Which friends could it be?” Delilah said. “We have seven. Seven and four. Eleven of us.” 

Silence returned. 

Finally, Felicity broke through. 

“Do we know what causes this?” 

Peter shook his head. “I didn’t see anything.” He glanced at Delilah. “Did you?” 

“No. All I know is that we have a part to play.” She paused, thoughtful, and then spread her arms, as if gesturing to the entirety of Warrlik. “And I know of the salvation to come. The purity. Didn’t you see that, too, Peter?” 

Peter nodded. “I did...” 

“And?” 

Peter swallowed, his gaze fixing on his shoes. On the smallest, dark stain on his right.  

His own blood. He knew that. But something about it – something alight with the knowledge of what he knew was to come – made him wish to vomit. He could almost smell the bloodied handkerchief in his pocket. 

“It was uncertain,” he finally said. “I don’t- I don’t know if we’ll succeed.” 

Silence. 

Even the wind had ceased, like it no longer wished to even whine.  

The corpse still lay at their feet.  

Then, Willow began to laugh, catching the bewildered stares of her sisters. Her hand slammed against Felicity’s shoulder, almost knocking their slim sister to the ground, though Felicity caught Delilah’s arm in an attempt to stay upright. 

“Willow!” Felicity spat, glaring. “Have you lost your mind?” 

Willow grinned with teeth that – for a moment – Peter expected to be bloodied, like they so often had been before. That expression was often intertwined with violence. 

“We’re going to save the fucking world,” she cackled. “Isn’t that fucked up, Fliss? We’ll be heroes.” 

Felicity sniffed. “If you don’t fuck it up for us.” 

“Oh, I promise, when it comes to a fight, I’m never going down. I think I could even save the world alone.” 

Felicity and Willow’s argument grew, though lacked the malice their fights often held. Instead, their nerves and excitement only increased.  

Peter’s tongue turned bitter, but he could not look away, even as the words faded, near inaudible. 

Delilah lay a hand on Peter’s shoulder. He jumped, and his head snapped to look at her, his eyes wide and round. Her gaze bore into his, but something about it was delicate, like this was simply an act of reassurance. A rarity, but not an impossibility. 

“What exactly did you see in the vision, Peter?” she asked. “We should compare.” 

Peter blinked, a little startled, and for the first few moments, his mind was blank, before it finally supplied him with the knowledge he wished for. 

“Um... a field. There were bodies everywhere.” He swallowed, eyes pricking at the memory of all that blood, guts and gore. He pushed the thought aside. “Our castle, fallen. An arm sticking out a grave. Or, at least, I think it was a grave. I don’t- I don’t.” 

“Breathe.” 

Peter took a shuddering breath, nodding rapidly. 

“Our faces. Mine, yours. Felicity’s, Willow’s. And, um, you know, all our friends. I saw what you saw, I think.” 

Delilah squeezed his shoulder. “And?” 

“And I saw what’ll happen if we win. Sun and clouds and birds.” 

Delilah hummed, thoughtful, and removed her hand. She nodded, understanding, and looked forward to their sisters once more. Peter, though, continued to stare at her. 

“That was all I saw, too,” she said, smooth and casual: light, but sincere. Peter knew her well enough to read that, at least. 

For a moment, Peter was almost at peace. And then the realisation hit him like something blunt against his head. 

That was not all that Peter saw. 

A betrayal. 

Someone – one of their eleven – would be detrimental to their destinies as saviours.  

Someone would fail, whether they wished to or not. Someone would turn their back on the rest, though the why was unsure. 

And Peter was almost certain he knew who that would be. 

He would never choose to betray his dear sisters, or his dear friends, either. But Peter knew what he was capable of, and how his mind and limbs often betrayed his soul. He knew what he could and could not handle. 

And something in his mind worried what his sisters were capable of. 

But he loved them.  

With every passing moment – with the lingering uncertainty of apocalypse or salvation, the quivering uncertainty of the betrayal that could come – his heart’s pace quickened. His breaths trembled. His nails dug into his palms. 

Delilah noticed nothing. She simply watched as Willow and Felicity argued. 

Would either of them be the traitors? 

Peter did not know.  

Would Delilah, the only other to have witnessed what he had, understand? 

Perhaps she knew more than he did. 

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