#we shall see where this goes ✨

[finex09]

its 2am but I can’t sleep bc I officially got a job in the music industry 🎉

I’m apart of a local theaters Street Team, which essentially means I scream and shout abt certain shows on the internet & pass out flyers and such. So excited!!

[lyculuscaelus]

So, for all who’re interested in Teiresias’s prophecy concerning Odysseus’s death, here’re some interpretations based on the meanings of certain words:

(Odyssey, book 11, line 134–137) … θάνατος δέ τοι ἐξ ἁλὸς αὐτῷ ἀβληχρὸς μάλα τοῖος ἐλεύσεται, ὅς κέ σε πέφνῃ γήραι ὕπο λιπαρῷ ἀρημένον: ἀμφὶ δὲ λαοὶ ὄλβιοι ἔσσονται …

First, let’s talk about “ἐξ ἁλός”.

The most direct meaning of the phrase is the physical motion to come “out of/from the sea”. It’s also logical to assume that the ἐξ ἁλός” here is the same as the one in “ἔνδιος δ᾽ ὁ γέρων ἦλθ᾽ ἐξ ἁλός” (from the Odyssey, book 4, line 450: “at midday that old man came out from the sea”, which is describing how Proteus emerged from the sea) so we’d have “θάνατος δέ τοι ἐξ ἁλὸς αὐτῷ … ἐλεύσεται” translated as “death will come to you out from the sea”. As for how it can be depicted—man, we’re now in AU territory.

Sometimes ἐκ (ἐξ) means “far from” as in distance. In this case the line could be translated as “death will come to you, far from the sea”. Maybe this indicates that Odysseus would die in a land far from Ithaca—or, hear me out: he died where the people he should seek on his oar quest lived (although unlikely during the first time he got there). If they knew nothing of the sea and salt, it’s only natural to suspect that they were themselves far from it. Which could be poetic to think abt—“you have found yourself a place to die, and when you’ve finished your life’s journey, when old age devours your health and your family, you shall head for that land again, to find your peace at last”.

ἅλς (ἁλός being its genitive singular) does not only mean “sea”—as a feminine noun, sure; but as a masculine noun it means “salt”. Meanwhile, there is another meaning of ἐκ (ἐξ), “because of” as in reason. Combining these two, we shall have: “death will come to you because of salt”, which is pretty funny to think about: what if he ate too much salt in a banquet and died of overconsumption? OR it could be…✨hypernatremia✨, since there’s a high chance that all these shipwrecks of his might result in the high concentration of salt in his blood. And this is quite angsty to think abt

Now, for “ἀβληχρός”.

People tend to separate the meaning of this word into two sets: “gentle, easy” (in contrast with a violent death) and then “feeble, weak” (as in description of Aphrodite’s hand). Personally, I’d use “tender” to translate the word since it sorta combined both meanings, being as vague as Homer himself cuz why not.

Specifically, “gentle”? What death could be so gentle, non-violent? Well, diseases, or organ failure, for one (bringing back the hypernatremia), which rather fits his old age as well.

As for “feeble”—I do believe this is a word too strong for this meaning as you’ll see why. “Weak, vulnerable” is fine imo, as long as it’s describing the potential of getting wounded, instead of the condition of being puny. But what’s a “weak death” anyway? I do think it makes more sense if the text goes like “a death will come to you when you’re weak/vulnerable” instead (say, using ἀβληχρῷ…but that doesn’t fit in the hexameter).

Now, here’s an idea I just think of, which is not necessarily the case, but the connection is still interesting. First of all let’s look at the description of Aphrodite’s hand: “ἔνθ᾽ ἐπορεξάμενος μεγαθύμου Τυδέος υἱὸς/ἄκρην οὔτασε χεῖρα μετάλμενος ὀξέϊ δουρὶ/ἀβληχρήν: …”, from the Iliad, book 5, line 337: “thereupon the great-hearted son of Tydeus, reaching forward and leaping upon her, wounded her tender hand on the surface with his sharp spear…”). Now connect this feature of Aphrodite’s hand to the nature of the death Teiresias was prophesying—“the tenderness of your death, just like the palm of love, shall touch you when your heart is old”. But furthermore—could it be that this is how it ends? Could it be that the hand which wrought his death was actually from Aphrodite herself? I’m getting a bit derailed but anyways

The translation of “ὅς κέ σε πέφνῃ/γήραι ὕπο λιπαρῷ ἀρημένον” is quite commonly agreed—“which shall strike you in your old age, ripe and worn out”. Although I’d like to point out that the word “ἀρημένον” (distressed, worn out) here is actually modifying the pronoun σε (you) since they’re both in accusative form, meaning “when you’re worn out”.

The word “ἀμφί” without case here is just an adverb, “around”. The case of λαοί here is interesting, since it’s not followed by any pronoun, which means it doesn’t necessarily refer to “your people”.

What kind of people then? Well, with “ὄλβιος” it often comes with material happiness, and divine blessings on good fortune. “Happy, blest, fortunate, prosperous” might be the closest meaning to the word. Could they be those people in Elysium though…🤔

So there’re three possibilities:

λαοί refers to “your people” indeed: in this case it’s talking about the Ithacans being prosperous and rich for all time.

λαοί refers to “a people”, a random one: this is for those who interpret Odysseus to be “not in Ithaca when he died”, say, when he went “far from the sea”.

It’s just “people will be around you and they’re happy”: he wasn’t alone when he died. Good to know :,)

So…yeah. I suppose this entire prophecy thing is for you to decide which version you like best? There isn’t really a fixed translation of this and you can either 1) ask Odysseus himself; 2) wait till Homer updates his fanfic which is pretty unlikely at this point :(

[kino-der-joon]

do you have any zombie richtofen hcs ... perchance ... (◕‿◕)

and/or possibly come up with some for a Primis zombietofen. i think it would be very neat

thank you joon ooomfff ^_^

💫 Oomf in my ask box again omg!! Make sure you try the snacks, I had Primis Richtofen put them in there recently!! But anyway— Zombie Richtofen hc’s…Hmm…Let’s see what we can create, shall we? ✨

💫 Ultimis! Zombie Richtofen HC’s!! ✨

✨ Although he’s acting on Primis Richtofen’s instructions, he is on a power high after finding out he can control the hoard! Finally, he has full power, full control over the undead- Something that Germany’s war Generals could only DREAM of having!

✨ Though, that does come at the cost of his own skin rotting, his own organs turning cold. He orders the strongest looking zombie to give him a shoulder rub before getting down to business.

✨ He has always had a flair for theatrics, and stepping into his role as the villain has never been easier- He doesn’t even have to stop at hair and make up first! He sends the hoard after Victis like a war general demanding that his battalion charge. His sick grin is probably the most genuine he’s ever been.

✨ When collecting the blood vials and meeting up with Primis Richtofen, he gives a bow, Happy to conclude his part in the grand scheme and get his soul back to his body.

✨ Being faced with his unconscious body, it’s the first time Richtofen has felt conflicted about how to move forwards. He won’t be able to control the zombies anymore, he won’t be able to travel so easily through different dimensions. He also mourns the power that he knows he’ll never get back since he was forcibly thrown out of the M.P.D. But, he knows what must be done, so back into his body he goes.

💫 Primis! Zombie Richtofen HC’s!!✨

✨ What he does, he does only to secure The Kronorium. Controlling the hoard, Richtofen can do just that!

✨ Being a zombie, he wouldn’t need to rely on Victis so much, which means he could herd them where he needs them, take their blood and then get The Kronorium himself!

✨ Though, he does miss being inside his own body. He hates how unclean his rotting flesh feels, he hates how disgusting the sticky slick sound of his movements are. He isn’t a fan of being a zombie in the slightest.

✨ Despite his grotesque form, he still does his best to keep himself presentable! He’ll make sure his hair is straight and tug out any creases in his uniform!

✨ He’ll also fight dirty when he has to, using his zombie form to blend in and then strike from the shadows should the need arise!

✨ I know these aren’t too many, but they were fun to think about !! I hope these were good enough to get the ball rolling with more zombietofen ideas! ✨

✨ NEXT! > ⭐️

[dragon-ascent]

Hi! I’m not sure if you’re taking requests.. (if not just ignore it) If you do can I ask for Zhongli waking up reader from their nightmare? Fluff fluff✨

Have a nice dayy

Nightmare

The murky water: thick, stifling, all-consuming. It makes its way past your mouth that gasps for air that never finds its way into your lungs, past your eyes that try and fail to find any beacon of hope.

It's hard to move - you feel heavy, and any swimming expertise you might have fails to rear its head as you flail around in this ocean of black, black darkness. It's like you barely have any control over your body - like a hapless ragdoll, you find yourself at the mercy of the ruthless untamable.

The waves submerge you, hardly having faced a fight. Down into the depths you go, the water pulling your body in different directions. Eerie voices whisper and leer at you as your limbs struggle in one last futile attempt...you're being torn apart...what are the voices saying?

Incomprehensible...

Suffocating...

Paralyzing...

Silencing...

...

"Darling. Darling?"

Oh, so this is what it's like to die. You wake up in heaven with your beloved being the first face you see. Or...no, what happened was-

"Did you have a nightmare?" Zhongli pulls you close without even needing to wait for a response, because he knows. Of course he does.

When you murmur a meek 'yes,' Zhongli kisses your forehead and wipes away tears that you had barely realized were there.

"I'm here, my darling. I'm here now. Nothing shall harm you." He rocks you back and forth at a languid rhythm, stroking your back while he allows you to stew over it quietly. "If you are willing, would you like to tell me about it?"

You drop your tired gaze to the warm, fuzzy blanket covering you both. "It's...it'll sound silly..."

Your husband kisses you again, so tenderly your soul might just melt. "Nothing you say will sound silly, my love. What you have felt in the moment will never be silly."

You find a small smile creeping onto your lips, and so you tell him all about the dark sea, the crushing waves, and the utter helplessness you felt as you slowly drowned.

Zhongli nods solemnly after you finish recounting your nightmare. "Yes, that does sound frightening," he says, running his fingers through your hair. "I'm sorry you had to experience that. I would have been afraid too, had I been in your position."

"You get scared of things, too?"

"Of course, dear. It is one of the factors contributing to my...distaste of seafood." Perhaps it's your imagination, but you can feel him nearly shudder against you.

Your sniffle turns into a soft giggle. "I didn't think of that."

He holds you in silence for a while, punctuating it with gentle kisses and soft whispers of affirmations. The way his arms envelope you is so...comforting, so warm, so protective. You barely register that you're lying back down on your pillow again in a more relaxed position, your tears long dried-up, his arms still wrapped around you with that same protectiveness.

"Shall I give you a nicer dream tonight?" asks Zhongli.

You look into his faintly-glowing eyes. "You can do that?"

"I am an adeptus, after all. Shaping dreams comes second nature, much like sub-space creation."

Smiling softly, thanking all the stars that you found a man like Zhongli, you say, "Yeah. I'd like that."

He caresses your cheek. "Tell me. What shall I have you dream of?"

You don't even hesitate. "You and me, stargazing atop a hill. We would even catch colorful falling stars, because we'd be so high up and super close to the sky." You blush, feeling a little silly for saying it now.

But Zhongli had already made it clear nothing you say earnestly would be silly. "A fine dream," he murmurs, "one I would love to share with you. Now close your eyes, darling, and I promise to meet you there atop that hill where we can catch the stars together."

The God of Contracts never goes back on his word - when your eyes close you find yourself lulled into an easy slumber; and when the initial shroud of black gives way, there stands your husband under a zoetrope of dancing stars, with a smile as warm as the spring sun.

He beckons, and you happily approach.

Finally getting around to requests! Please feel free to drop anything in my inbox, Zhongli-centric of course, and I'll be more than happy to whip something up~

[thg-rcg-simps]

You never had a chance against fate – Mydei’s loathed ascend to godhood

Sooo, as the 3.2 patch is approaching, obviously I had waited so long till writing about our beloved Lion King. It was totally not procrastination, executive disfunction or the fact we played the patch rather late, no no it was planned like this from the get go.

And I will surely not get lost in the trauma or similarities to our boy Jing Yuan, hehe

Lean back, take some snaks, this shall be long ^^

[SPOILERS for the Mydei storyline and the 3.1 patch as a whole]

(Art doesn't belong to me)

Where do I begin? Where it went wrong? Where it began? When it ended? Or when the story throws us in since last patch?

I decide for the latter, as it’s more dramatic for a start. Or so the game devs thought for sure while making this warrior's entire life journey.

So, we are at the most secret place Amphoreus possesses and we conveniently can access from our bath-chamber, before the Titans. Which are still busy with our isekai protagonist, which wants to obtain the coreflame of Strife. Nikador has fallen, therefore a new demigod had to be born.

For a short moment in 3.0 we really thought that Phainon would get the coreflame and become Strife, tilting the whole theory of which (known) character would presumably get which of the Titans coreflames. But he’s ✨special✨, not just in the way that he has a husband with a white lion, no no he’s the Hero. But…I drift away, this is not about the white-blue haired slightly dumb Phainon, but his edgy depressed traumatized counterpart.

And because Aglaea is who she is and Trinnon lost connection to Phainon, it was clear, something had to happen. Obviously, we choose the most dangerous path, or at least this is what it was described at in the end of 3.0 but apparently it’s fine. I mean, they don’t know it but we are far from being truly alive and Mydei can’t truly die, so I suppose it makes sense to send us to fetch him.

In Nikador’s trial a person faces their worst fears, having to fight against them. And in all Mydei-Phainon fashion, his worst fear is connected to Phainon, his loss and his people.

Anyways, we get Phainon, drag him back to safety, or well out of a very possible death, and get a black screen, only to find out we have forced Phainon into resting and bugging Mydei about the coreflame. They haven’t done that for awhile and I’m glad it’s not a big occurrence in this patch but this one was very…hard and random ^^’’

While Dan Heng is having deep thoughts about the black tide and corruption like problems could be a problem of a Stellaron (or a simulation) because, alas we are still in Star Rail and this is kinda the theme, Tribbie is speaking with Mydei since she worries about his worrying for Phainon. He brushes her off and tells her yet again there is no word for “fear” in the Kremnoan language and telling her he knows about the planned idea for him to become Strife, but asked if he could first talk with his people.

I want to dwelve on the fact how incredibly worried Tribbie is and even going so far to say she will be there for him regardless of his decision, especially regarding his crown. But this will be part of a later post about Lady Tribios herself.

Anyways, our prince who does not want to be one, goes around Okhema questioning multiple Kremnoans, from children to elders the answers were all alike, they want to return “home”, hoping for a King and new battlefields. This does not sit right with Mydei, who is only more determined to not become King. Or the idealization of Strife. Or the successor of his late father.

You see, his father was not a nice man. First there was the whole ordeal of splitting Nikador, driving him basically insane as they tried to drag them in a human vessel or simply lock them away, making a god their marionette. Then he got the amazing idea of murdering his one and only child. He does say it’s to end the bloodshed, but he also says it’s because of Nikador. So maybe he wanted to do good…but he wanted to end bloodshed with more bloodshed and by murdering his wife, so I don’t really think that worked out. His son did end it however somehow, so…plan successfully failed?

Mydei was thrown in the River of Souls in which he got his blessing and curse by the gods, immortality. A gift he would often wish he did not possess. Especially because there was no one worth living for.

Here comes a problem tho, it’s a time one. Amphoreus in itself is a fine world, it has the chance to be even amazing, some characters being written just sooo well. But it does remind us a lot of Belabog, and with that time problems are apparently also a thing again. Not as big as Servals, but how old is Mydei?? And how old was he when he was thrown in the River of Souls? Because at first it seemed like he was a baby, but that couldn’t add up since he remembered his mother. We also don’t really know how long he was in the River or where he got out and how he then found his loyal comrades or was taught by Krateros or Verax Leo. HoYo, I plead with you, make sense!

What we do know, however, is that he had 5 very loyal and close friends named Hephaestion, Perdikkas, Leonnius, Ptolemy, Peucesta, which stayed, lived and fought together till the very end.

(Art doesn't belong to me)

We also know that this group of soldiers were relatively rebellious towards the Kremnoan standards and were trying to change what Kremnoan even are. Because they are not just senseless beast attacking and fighting, dying in honor of being a warrior, no they are loyal strong friends who fight for their comrades and live for the fallen. They are so much more but bloodshed crazy fighters, as painted by both many Kremnoans and other natives to Amphoreus.

This is a theme and is quite interesting, since some of the mentioned comrades of our dear crown prince, are not even active fighters, and through the Verax Leo (I terribly want to know if they are all the same or is each one a separate lion, which is a big possibility since the one Lion that was Mydei’s greatest teacher, is insinuated to die) we know this is not a one time occurrence. Kremnoan people were not just fighters, they were as varied as any other people we meet on the planet. They all just were Nikadors followers and inhered Strife in one way or another. And not everything has to be about the brutality. In fact, when we go with Trianne to see the past of Castrum Kremnos many of the people even in the central area at the time of this big spectacle made by the King, not all were fighters.

It's very interesting to see how Mydei is so extremely wanting and wishing to prove the stereotypes painted by his father and just the general public about his home and his people, wrong. He wants to make them see there is nothing heroic of dying or of wishing for war to fight in. He wants them to see that if they do what they have done before they will eventually just die out and nothing will be even left. It’s an honor thing. But the honor is misplaced.

Mydei spends his entire life fighting for those people who are extremely ungrateful for any of his attempts to save them from their own doom. And no one is even…slightly thankful or thinks of his sacrifices made for and only for his people. His friends. His mother. The only thing he ever knew was violence and how Strife works. The only thing to his name beside a title he hated, was the fact he is Kremnoan. He’s proud of being one. He reminds us, as the Trailblaizer just like the other Crysos Heirs, that he is proud of being Kremnoan. But he is not at same time. Because of what it became.

See, no matter what he does, or what he wishes to do because he sees father than those close minded people, his efforts should be considered heroic, but are said to be foolish. Because his so called people, like the stereotypes. Like to go to war. Like to fight. Like to pretend this is a heroic thing to do even tho right now, there are much bigger problems than stupid little conflicts escalating. People want to go home, not because they miss the place, or the memories with it, no they miss the violence. And the praise they got out of it. They miss the slaughter. And they miss being encouraged for it.

The Kremnoan language is vast we learn, but fighting abilities are valued higher than knowledge. Kremnoan have such a big history outside of their so called heroic wars. There are so many words and stories. So many that one could say the Kremnoan language has no words at all.

So of course, the only possible way to safe his people, was, to kill them. Not personally, just end them. Metaphorically, and actually. Mydei takes on the crown, only to end it. He takes Strife, so he can take it away, destroy its bloody claws plastered around his folk no matter how young.

And I think this is the most fitting things he could’ve done. The only thing that actually would work. Make his people listen. Make them understand. Or at least he hopes so.

They might hate him as a King, but they hated him as the crown prince that refused the crown anyways, those who would hate him would do anyways. He does the right thing, he ends the agony being associated with his blood. In his mind it’s a fair deal, he’ll die for his people. Over and over and over till the end. Till the Black tide might consume him. Till the world would come to an end as well. He would die as a true Kremnoan. As Mydeimos, son of Gorgo.

His fate, the prophecy, as he thought he could unrun it, was always ending exactly like this

(Art doesn't belong to me, but I dig the duo/quatro)

Of course this is not the end of the story, there is actually much more to it, like the fact that Mydei was done in mere hours (max) with Nikadors trial (in comparison Phainon was there for days and couldn’t get past them), the fact that Phainon and Mydei are as official as the other very straight pairings, the fact that his former teacher, and biggest opposer to what he did, Krateros wanting to take on the coreflame himself, kidnapping Trinnon and later “repaying” them with trying to save Trianne as she feel because of the Reaper.

Or well…the last conversation he has with Castorice before parting to Castrum Kremnos about death. About her abilities probably even cutting through his immortality. I know this is all foreshadowing so we all drool over the fact we can literally pull her as this post goes up, but, I think most people still underestimate her so I thought to throw that in.

Of course, it’s absolutely heartwretching that he can’t even properly stay for the goodbye ceremony for Trianne, even though he is absolutely loving this small adorable readhead trio. It’s not mentioned with words as much but Mydei and Tribbie (as much as the others) share a bond where they would care a lot for the other. As much as Tribbie, as the teacher, is caring and very affectionate towards all, with Mydei is special and very heartwarming (but more on that in her post, also yes I know she is special with everybody).

If you ask us, I have to say that this patch is by far the better one of the two we had for this world. Of course, I extremely miss Herta, I think it’s very displeasent that the main crew is voicless as it disrupts the experience (especially for the next patch, I fear the worst when they become more relevant than just Dan Heng), but the writing and character building is amazing! I love how they handled Mydei (and Tribbie). I think they portrayed him as a person perfectly and tho we find it more than cheap to shush him to the side with having him fight for an eternity, so he disappears off the visual story line, it kinda fits his being. So, we’re still very happy with this side of the story, at least it was told properly, in a ways to make us understand too.

I mean, how could we not, it’s a beige haired man with a lion and a pretty traumatic backstory, that fights similarly to our Blady just more unpredictable and more chaotic (and less grumpy when being healed).

Anyways, thanks for reading this all, have a cookie 🍪, may beige haired hot lion husbandos be with you ^^

-TakumiHairGuy & RikkaCatGirlbut

[boomturkey]

WIP ask game

Rules: make a new post with the names of all the files in your wip folder, regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. tag as many people as you have wips. People send you an ask with the title that most intrigues them, then post a little snippet or tell them something about it!

Tagged by the lovely and talented @amellderiva. I’m normally a one project at a time person, but unfortunately solrook has me by the throat and the concepts(!) won’t let me whole ass one thing. We won’t bring my word counts into this because that is between me and scrivener.

More than just a dream - Solrook - my current joint. Post trick ending. You know what they say, “misery loves company” and Solas is only too happy to use their blood magic connection to remind Rook of that fact. Two chapters to go before I’m finished.

Roadwork Ahead - Solrook - Broken Roads sequel, Solas goes on life changing field trips with the gang. Also some other stuff happens, like the intense judgement from Rook’s friends about her choices. Writing multi pov is hard y’all. Emmrich internal voice one day I shall solve you 😤

Corpo AU - Solrook - modern AU where Solas works for an evil mega corporation (Evanuris Co) and has been assigned the task of acquiring all the property in the Crossroads district of the city for redevelopment. By random twist of fate the last two joints on his list are the Hanged Man, a Gentivi starred restaurant run by his old Inquisition buddy with shady connections, and the the Lighthouse, an apartment complex he lived in during his rebellious art youth phase that ended in tragedy. Unluckily for Solas, burnt-out no nonsense functional potter Rook works at one, and lives at the other and she has no problem telling him and his corporate interests to get bent. Longue fique

Wolf’s General - solrook - AU answering the question: what would need to happen for Rook to choose Solas’ side during the Arlathan Ritual? Answer: at the end of DAI instead of letting Solas take her power and dying, Flemythal says no, he failed, she will have her reckoning herself. Kicking off events that will leave Solas bereft of the power he needs and see the Qunari succeed their assassination attempt across Thedas during the events of Trespasser, including the death of the Inquisitor. This longfic has everything: depowered Solas, a Hawke rescue mission, Merrill being unhinged in a sweet and ruthless way, betrayals, weird fade shit™️, vows of profound loyalty, and eventual romance ✨

No pressure tags to the lovely @loominousfish @scriberated and @dogg0melette if you all want in on the fun

[talonabraxas]

Orion ✨ About The Constellation Orion

Let us remember the “Constellation of Orion” of the Egyptians; it is evident that this constellation is governed by 12 Great Masters. Esoterically it is said that those 12 Masters assist each other, but the 6th is always missing, meaning that “In order to attain SeIf-Realisation it is necessary to rend the veil of Isis” or, that is, the Adamic Sexual Veil.

Only in liberating oneself from sex in an absolute manner can one reach final liberation. The difficulty in all of this is, as the saying goes: “wanting to saddle the horse before you’ve caught it”. That is to say, the information given by all of those schools who say that one must liberate one self from sex, but without having fabricated the Solar Bodies.

Firstly, the Solar Bodies must be fabricated, and then sex must be renounced. That is the right way of things, and the things of the right way. In the work, first it is the animal, and later, the spiritual.

The constellation of Orion has a marked influence upon the atomic star which guides us internally which is Ain Soph Paranishpanna, our intimate star. As one Master said: “I raise my eyes to the stars from whence must come my help, but I am always guided by my Star which I have within”.

(Samael Aun Weor, Tarot And Kabbalah, Excerpts from Chapter 37, Arcanum Nº 15)

In Atlantis existed seven important oracles in the physical world, where men studied the wisdom of the stars and consulted the sidereal Gods. The guardians of those mysteries were great initiates. In the oracle of Mars, Martian occultism was taught; in the oracle of Jupiter, the Jupiterian religion; in the oracle of Venus, the arts, and Venusian knowledge; in the oracle of Saturn, the wisdom of Saturn; in the oracle of the Moon, lunar occultism; in the oracle of Mercury, Mercurian wisdom; and in the solar oracle, our Gnostic wisdom.

The ancient priests taught their disciples how to interpret the firmament. Those signs are interpreted basing oneself on the law of philosophical analogies, for example: if you see black stars with your clairvoyance, there is failure for thee. If you see a star fall from heaven at the moment when a friend leaves on a trip, there is going to be a funeral for thy friend. If the star falls on someone, or close to someone important, that personage will die. If a wandering star passes before thee by surprise, someone is leaving thee. If you see two yellow stars separating from each other, it means “war”.

Through thy esoteric studies thou shalt remain under the direction of some planetary genii, and they shall call thee by means of luminous signs that thou shalt learn to recognize. Thou should also comprehend the sparkle of thy celestial Father’s star when he calls thee to instruct thee in the mysteries of Light.

This earth, so dense, that thou inhabits today, will in a remote day be etheric and we will then have the celestial Jerusalem where neither tears nor pain exist. By then, the constellation of Orion which has brought so much bitterness to the world through the north, will shine illuminating a world full of glee and happiness.

“After this I looked, and, behold, a door was opened in heaven: and the first voice which I heard was as it were of a trumpet talking with me; which said, Come up hither, and I will show thee things which must be hereafter”.

“And immediately I was in the spirit: and, behold, a throne was set in heaven, and one sat on the throne”.

“And he that sat was to look upon like a jasper and a sardine stone: and there was a rainbow round about the throne, in sight like unto an emerald”.

“And round about the throne were four and twenty seats: and upon the seats I saw four and twenty elders sitting, clothed in white raiment; and they had on their heads crowns of gold”.

“And out of the throne proceeded lightnings and thunderings and voices: and there were seven lamps of fire burning before the throne, which are the seven spirits of God”.

“And before the throne there was a sea of glass like unto crystal: and in the midst of the throne, and round about the throne, were four beasts full of eyes before and behind”.

“And the first beast was like a lion, and the second beast like a calf, and the third beast had a face as a man, and the fourth beast was like a flying eagle”.

“An the four beasts had each of them six wings about him; and they were full of eyes within: and they rest not day and night, saying, Holy, holy, holy, Lord God Almighty, which was, and is, and is to come”.

“And when those beasts give glory and honor and thanks to him that sat on the throne, who liveth for ever and ever”.

“The four and twenty elders fall down before him that sat on the throne, and worship him that liveth for ever and ever, and cast their crowns before the throne, saying’ç

“Thou art worthy, O Lord, to receive glory and honor and power: for thou hast created all things, and for thy pleasure they are and were created”. (Revelation 4)

May the most profound peace reign in thy hearts.

(Samael Aun Weor, Zodiacal Course, Excerpt from the Chapter “Pisces)

[signed-sapphire]

The Fallen Star ✨Wish Reimagined

Chapter 1 - Welcome to Rosas

We open to a picture book with the title The Fallen Star on the cover, and it flips open to the end as a voice similar to that of the Golden Age princesses starts narrating.

Once upon a time, in a land… actually not that far away, there was a kingdom off the coast of the Iberian Peninsula.

Rosas.

The picture book opens to a jungle, zooming across a beach and a sea all the way up to Rosas.

Rosas was a beautiful kingdom, with beautiful people, a beautiful king and queen, and their beautiful daughter.

The picture book goes to look at the crowd, then to the other page to Magnus and Amaya waving to the crowd, then down to Asha waving to the crowd

Princess Asha. This is her story.

As well as his story.

The page flips and zooms down to Gabo.

And hers.

And their story.

Hal and Bazeema, then Dahlia, Safi, and Dario

And his story.

Simon O'Donahue

And my story.

Don’t worry.

You’ll meet me in a bit.

But for now, let’s start at the beginning.

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The picture book flips backwards to the beginning of the book, landing on a page with Steamboat Willie, which fades into real life and flips for motion

The flipbook stops at the last frame where a pencil erases and redraws an ear.

“Baaaaa!” A goat, dressed in indigo pajamas, jumps up on the stool next to the artist.

“Hey, Val,” Asha smiles. She turns back to her paper. “I’m not sure about this character. I mean, he looks like he’d be popular, but… he’s giving homophobic vibes. What do you think?”

“Baaaaaa!”

“You’re right. I’m going to burn it,” Asha decides. She pets Valentino’s fluffy head. “Thank you for your input, good sir,” she coos.

Suddenly, the bell tolls outside.

“Oh, goodness. It’s time! Come, baby!” Asha grins, closing her sketchbook and slipping it in her dress pockets.

Asha walks out the door and through the halls, so we get a good look at the beautiful architecture of Rosas.

We pass by the docks, where a ship pulls in by the harbor.

Just like in the movie, a boat docks on the harbors of Rosas. The boat is decorated with flags and plants and nets and fabric, and a group of lively tourists exit the ship.

“Hello!”

We see a smiling young woman waving to the tourists. “My name is Dahlia Tsurugi! I’m so glad you came to our city. I’ll be your tour guide, along with my friend, Bazeema Sriprasanna!”

Her friend jostles at her name, eyes darting to the crowd and waving shyly.

“Care for a cookie?” Dahlia asks as Bazeema pulls out a tray. “Courtesy of my parents, the royal bakers!”

The crowd looks excited, taking a few cookies. “Sugar cookies, just like how Their Majesties like them,” Dahlia explains. She gives Bazeema a thin smile, but before they can move forward, there’s the sound of trumpets.

Dahlia and Bazeema startle and turn towards the noise.

“Helloooo there!”

Now we’re getting to Asha! Our girl is smiling at the tourists, a golden tiara on her head and a group of servants rolling out a red carpet for her to walk on.

“My name is Princess Asha Arman of Rosas! I’ll be your tour guide today!” Asha smiles. “I’m glad you came to our wonderful and fantastic kingdom! Trust me, you’ll love it here.”

“Oh, Princess,” Dahlia says, grin faltering a bit. “You’re a bit early.”

“Don’t worry your pretty head over it, Doc,” Asha says sweetly. “What kind of main character would I be if I ran in here, needing to catch my breath? Couldn’t be me.”

Dahlia blinks. “I see.”

She recovers quickly, turning back to the tour group. “Well, you’re in luck. Today you get to meet our very own, Princess Asha!”

Asha waves and smiles. There’s a bleat, and Asha lights up. “Oh! And this is my goat, Valentino. Say hi, baby!”

Valentino jumps up and bleats, nuzzling against Asha’s dress. Asha coos and pets his fluffy head.

Bazeema whispers something to Dahlia, who smiles sympathetically. Asha turns back to the crowd. “Well! Shall we start, then?”

🎵 Welcome to Rosas 🌹

Asha

Dahlia

Bazeema

All three together

Welcome to Rosas, come on, come this way

Asha bounces in front of the tourists

We hope that you’ll like it and choose to stay

Arms out

There's no other place just as full of surprise

Where your dreams and your reality can collide

Hands mashed together

The happiest place on earth

Hands clasped, singing

A land of laughter, joy, and mirth

Want to ride a carpet or rub a lamp’s base

Hand outstretched to carpet hanging (Aladdin’s carpet) lowers hand to Aladdin’s lamp underneath)

Well, hey, you've come to the, right, place

Gently leans down to the child of the group

'Cause here in the kingdom of Rosas

Asha cuts in front of Bazeema, the other girl girls join in

You can turn all your wanting to wishing, no what ifs and no wonders

Oh, here in the kingdom of Rosas

It's unlikely that you'll be unhappy with so much to discover

A home for me, for you, and all of us

The kingdom of Rosas

So our wonderful king, many years ago

Dahlia fixes her glasses

Stars destroyed his homeland, fire, rain, and snow

Uses free hand to mime out

He battled the Stars and chased off their glow

Hand towards the sky, fist closed at “chased”

He makes sure they can’t hurt us again, oh no

He founded Rosas

With his wife and their young lass

Though to be honest—

Unsure Bazeema

Hey. Our princess grows on you, I promise

Dahlia gently interrupts, then turns to the tourists

Hey, did I mention, when you turn eighteen

Asha pops up behind them, taking their attention

You may have your wish granted by the king and queen

‘Till then, they keep them safe, protects them at all costs

So to the Stars again no one ever is lost

You give your wish to them and live a life of bliss

Yes, you do forget what it is, but now Stars won’t be able to take it from you

Boops nose of youngest

Besides, if you keep it you endanger everyone you love, so forget with no regret and live life safely

Arms like “why”, “gotcha” movement, running backwards

Here in the kingdom of Rosas

Flamenco staircase dance

You can turn all your wanting to wishing, no what ifs and no wonders

Oh, here in the kingdom of Rosas

It's unlikely that you'll be unhappy with so much to discover

A home for me, for you, and all of us

The kingdom of Rosas 🎵

The tourists are all excited, Dahlia happily explaining more about their kingdom.

“We tried to make it in time, but— ACHOO!” Safi sneezes before he can finish his sentence.

“It was my fault,” Simon says apologetically. “I overslept.”

“And I told you, it’s fine, big guy,” Safi says, patting Simon’s arm. “Your dad worked you hard last night. Dahlia can handle it. And Bazeema— ACHOO!” Safi’s eyes widen. “Is there an animal nearby?”

“Oh, sorry,” Dahlia rushes. “Guys, we have a visitor on the tour with us. Be careful—“

“Ahem.”

The four teens straighten their posture. Princess Asha stands before them, holding Valentino in her arms. “What are you doing here?”

“We came to support our friend Hal, Your Highness,” Safi pipes up.

“Aaaaand why are you interrupting our tour?”

“Well, we—“

“Ugh. This is boring me. You’re boring, you know that?” Asha asks. She hums. “Hal. She’s the granddaughter of the Rosas beekeeper, right? Parents were the royal jesters? She’s funny. Be like her.”

A bell tolls, and Asha lights up. “Time to head to the meeting, Val.”

Her goat bleats and jumps down from her arms. Safi sneezes again, and Asha pulls back her skirt with a snarl. “Watch it, Sneezy! Don’t get your germs on me.”

“S-sorry, Your Highness,” Safi sniffles. “It’s just that animals make me— AH—“

Dahlia and Simon put their fingers under Safi’s nose to stop him from sneezing.

“Here, let me help you with that—“ Bazeema starts, but Asha backs up. “No touchy! Nooooo touchy, got that?”

“Sorry, Your Highness,” Bazeema murmurs.

Asha huffs and glances at Safi. “Stay away from Valentino,” she says curtly, before pushing open the castle doors. “Doc, Bashful, with me! Let’s finish this tour so I can get back to my regular duties.” She smiles at the confused crowd. “Come on!”

Bazeema smiles at Simon and Safi. “We’ll meet you inside, okay?” she asks quietly, then nods to Dahlia to come along.

Asha leaves the crowd with Dahlia and Bazeema to prepare for the meeting. Every month the citizens of Rosa’s could come to her parents about their concerns. It usually wasn’t hosted often, but somehow someone found something wrong.

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“Asha, darling!”

Asha puts on a smile she sees two people standing inside her room. They’re regal, dressed in whites, blues, and golds, and smiling. King Magnus and Queen Amaya, or, as Asha knew them…

“Magnus, Ams,” Asha smiles.

“Well, how did the tour go?” Magnus asks with a warm grin.

“It went pretty well. You know me,” Asha smirks. “There was a snag, but I dealt with it.”

“Did you get to know your people?” Amaya asks, brushing Asha’s hair behind her ear.

Asha steps back. “Amaya.”

“Now, Asha, what do we always say?”

“‘To be a good ruler, you have to understand your roses so they can come to full bloom,’” Asha recites, rolling her eyes. She smiles. “Ams, I get it. And I love Rosas. But they don’t love me.”

“Were you kind?” Amaya asks.

“Yes!” Asha exclaims. “I complimented their friend and gave them a job to do on the tour! They got to be in the presence of me! The ward of the Wishgranter and his wife! The princess of the kingdom that literally grants wishes!”

“We keep wishes safe,” Magnus corrects. “And we were once like them. And you’re our daughter, Asha. You’re family.”

“Yeah. I know.”

Magnus smiles. “I love you, Asha.”

Asha puts on a smile again. “Love you too, Magnus.”

Magnus grins and turns to his wife. “And I love you, mi vida.”

Amaya laughs as Magnus attacks her face in kisses. Asha groans and hides her smile.

“Okay, we should head out for the meeting,” Magnus mumbles against Amaya’s neck.

“Yes, mi rey.” Amaya smooths down her dress. “Asha, are you joining us, dear?”

“It’s my duty as a princess,” Asha says, standing up straight.

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“Hello, Sabino!” Magnus greets as the doors open to a man and a young woman. “Ah, Hal! Hello, my dear. How’s the juggling going?”

“It’s going well, Your Majesty,” Hal says brightly. “Practicing my best. My Saba helps me a lot.”

“That’s lovely. Now, tell us. Why did you grace us with your lovely presence this morning?” Amaya asks.

Hal steps back to give her Saba the spotlight. The doors close, Hal’s friends wave at her from the side rows.

(Sabino looks like this concept of his movie counterpart ⬇️)

“Well, Your Majesties,” Sabino says, bowing his head. “As you know, I am turning 100 today.”

“That is quite an accomplishment!” Magnus exclaims.

Sabino smiles. “Yes, it is quite an accomplishment. Although… it may be my last.”

“What do you mean?” Amaya asks.

Sabino goes on to explain how he was sick and old, and the sickness would soon claim his life… or something along those lines. It was hard to listen to every detail and draw.

Asha liked to call herself akin to the royal scribe. Except, through art.

As Asha flips through her book we can see some concept art from previous Disney movies.

She was currently working her way through a flipbook of Sneezy sneezing, jolting Sleepy awake. The boy kept dozing off, though he looked as if he was trying his hardest to stay awake and support Happy.

Hmm. Asha wondered if she should get Sleepy something to keep him awake. Maybe a prick would keep him awake.

That’s it! She would get him a magic spindle! It would gently prick Sleepy whenever he started drifting off! She was such a good princess.

There, Amaya. She understood the roses now.

“A-and, I know it was something to do with my health and life.”

Right. Sabino was still talking. Asha made another note in the corner of her sketchbook.

“So, I was wondering, if your Majesty would be so kind…” Sabino’s voice trailed off.

“Sabino. My good man.” Magnus’ voice was gentle. “I can tell you that you are right. Your wish has to do with your lifespan. But the Wishgranter has reasons for keeping wishes.”

“Yes, but—“

“Your Majesty,” Hal interrupted. “It’s my Saba’s 100th birthday. He’s waited this long to get his wish granted, no?”

“Hal, I understand your Saba’s patience,” Magnus says. “But there are some wishes that can’t be granted.”

“Your Majesty—“

“I’m sorry, Hal. For the safety of Rosas, Sabino’s wish must stay with me. I will keep it safe, however. The Stars will never harm his—“ Suddenly, Magnus doubles over, clutching his head. His eyes flash gold for a second, then they’re back to normal.

“Magnus!”

“Mi rey!”

Asha and Amaya scramble up to Magnus. Magnifico shoos them away. “I’m fine, my dears. Just another headache.”

“Did you do your monthly check on the Stars?” Amaya asks.

Magnus runs a hand through his hair, then sighs. “No. That’s what it is. Tonight I shall perform the check to ensure that Rosas remains safe. Thank you for reminding me.”

The king composes himself and turns back to his audience. “My deepest apologies, Sabino. I can have the royal Healers come over to your home to see if there’s anything else we can do.”

Sabino falters, then nods. “Thank you for your time, Your Majesty.”

Chapter 2

Author’s notes

Okay! I think I like this format. I’m really happy with the dividers.

This is just setting things up. It’s a lot quicker than comic form, and this will work until I find enough time to sit down and draw. Perhaps this summer.

What I wanted to accomplish during this chapter was to set up the storybook intro and distinguish that from “Welcome to Rosas” (bc in the movie, the song is completely useless? Just add one more page in the book?) but this time, the storybook sets it up with a mystery narrator, and “Welcome to Rosas” introduces Mag and Amaya.

I will be referring to him as “Magnus” while he’s himself.

Intro is done! We know about Asha, what Bazeema and Dahlia are like (which the movie didn’t really touch on), and the backstory of Rosas

Now we can get to the actual call to action! I’ve already written most of Chapter 2 (it’s just formatting stuff) so I’ll see you then!

Thanks for reading! <3

[lighttailoring]

I shall make another unhinged post! for me personally watching Syril Being Happy and Fitting In and getting to think he's a spy and all of that felt like such a stab in the heart - not just because of the ✨see we told you not to empathize with fascists✨ of it all but as an autistic person? that scenario, where I think I'm finally fitting in somewhere and making a difference and that I have value and people want me around but it all turns out to be a massive lie and I've actually doing incalculable harm to everyone around me just by existing and everybody who was telling me "good job" was just using me and actually couldn't wait to see me shoved into a trash compactor? that scenario haunts me every day, bro. the spectre of that shit never goes away and never will

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✨GF FC INDIGO AWARDS 2024 PT 5✨

part 1 | part 2 | part 3 | part 4 | part 5 | part 6 | part 7 | part 8 | part 9 | part 10 | part 11 | part 12 | part 13 | winner's list | after party

Some points to note before you move to the event visualizer : 

🟣 My anchoring style is highly energetic and bubbly so you can imagine me doing a lot of hand gestures, changing pitch and tones of my voice, moving around on the stage a lot, etc. Hehe.  

🟣 The theatre/event venue has been engineered by the best engineers of the world, with the most modern technology. The petals of the lotus can close or open to hide or reveal the night sky. It can also change its colours. For tonight, it's indigo!  

🟣 The "OUTFIT CHECK" were clicked in different places (according to where the member was spotted first) hence the different background. 

🟣 I didn't want to write too dialogues on yall's behalf but I can't really bother you with every small detail, so I hope whatever dialogues I've made up are not too out of character! 

🟣Ignore the contradiction of same blue locker entering the scene multiple times, pretend there are a few copies of each member 🥰👍🏻

🟣 Ignore the outfit mismatch in the edits (any edit after the outfit checks please, our editing skills only go so far 🙏🏻 ) 

🟣 I highly suggest that you listen to songs as you keep finding them being embedded in links for added feels and extra hype! 🔥

🟣 The performances where multiple songs have been used is supposed to be a mashup. You can imagine the mashup to be as you please! The songs I've bunched together are for the sole purpose of creating a particular vibe, so as long as to they are fulfilled it's all good! 😌🤝🏻

🟣 The posts are scheduled at a gap of 3-4 hours each, this event is going to be spread throughout 2 or more days. Feel free to go feral in the comments/reblogs/community my mates. 🔥 

🟣 I hope you enjoy this! Tagging all the attendees here : 

@glue-thief  @getosugurusbangs @bueris @soleilonthesun @galaxynajma

@sid3buns @mariyumemi @pinkinsect @refrigeratedboombursts @satosuguhastakenovermylife 

@10renz0 @simp-simp-no-mi @boinin @sharkissm @milkteansugar 

@thebestsetter @merlucide @jujutsustraycats @kurona-theshark @nskiyuriz

@asarajaa @writingonthewalls1832 @hooudie212back @sadao-tsuki @milaisreading 

@8-xnny @licoririce @rinitoshisgirl @luvingshidou  @duckydee-0

@kuro-min @gojoracle @marcsnuffy @filecurropt0 @riririnnnn 

@wroophruh @sanaexus @melodiclune

Previously on INDIGO AWARDS : 

Electrifying performances by TEAM YOUNG SIX & TEAM PRANCE AND PROWESS!! 🎇

"FUCK YOU APOLLO." 

- Najma (@/galaxynajma) : Winner of GF FC HONORARY INDIGO AWARDS 2024 FOR DIVINE PREDICTOR. 

A heart touching moment after GF FC HONORARY INDIGO AWARDS FOR CARING MOTHER. 

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Soleil : That almost made me cry. A mother's love is truly like a beautiful poem isn't it? 

Nami : It truly is Soleil. I can't begin to tell you. My favourite part is seeing my daughter score those supaaaa goals ❤️

Soleil : Which reminds me, don't we have a poet's club too? 

Nami : *chuckles* Of course we do Soleil. And every poet deserves to be acknowledged and appreciated too don't they? 

(*They share a knowing look*) 

Soleil : Of course! Of course! It's the art by the artist which captures the essence of a culture and holds significance in history. It's a very crucial part to society. 

Nami : Indeed! 😁 Shall we do it, then? 

(*They nod at each other with a smile*) 

Nami : Please welcome on stage @/milaisreading for....

Together : GF FC HONORARY INDIGO AWARDS FOR BEST POET!!!

(*The grand doors open up and Mila is seen walking out, onto the main stage with a satisfied smile.*) 

Milaisreading : (*Looks at the flashcard in her hand, which reads the name of winners*) And the award goes to.....

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Milaisreading : ISH, NAMI AND SOLEIL!!! Huge round of applause please!!

(*Soleil and Nami hug each other with a huge grin and wait for Ish to join them before they walk up on the stage together to recieve the award.*) 

(*Nami and Soleil push ISH to the mic encouragingly*) 

Ish : Alright. (*chuckles nervously*) I escaped the last, guess I can't keep running away. 

Ish : (*inhales deeply*) It is my greatest pleasure to be standing before everyone present here today, and an even greater honor to have been awarded amongst all of my fellow members, who are at the least equal, if not on a higher standing than me. So... I'm not one for many words, therefore I'd like to conclude this by thanking everyone who has made this possible and has supported me throughout. Thank you."

(*The audience cheers on him loudly*)

Nami : (*pats his head affectionately, grinning*) See? It wasn't so bad. 

Nami : Well for me, i started writing poetry when I was 14 and in a very stressed and dark phase and it gave me a pathway to vent and express what I couldn't to anyone, without any fear of getting judged. Besides, art beautifies pain and hides under layer of poetic lines and that's exactly what we all need sometimes isn't it? I'm really honoured to be holding this award right now. I don't think any other award in the world can ever compare up to this. Thank you so much! 💛

Soleil : A very special thank you to the CF GIRLFRIEND, their dedication and affection are incomparable. I feel very lucky to have such a passionate and loyal community. Your positive energy and enthusiasm are contagious, and I cannot express enough how much I value your presence and participation.

Nami : PUT YOUR HANDS TOGETHER LADIES AND GENTLEMEN!!!  (*throws her hand holding the award up in air in victory*) 

(*Soleil and Nami return to the MC counter, setting the award down and grinning*) 

Soleil : Nami? Doesn't it feel like we're....missing something? 

Nami : Yeah, right? (*Frowns*) I wonder.....what are we missing, Sol? 

Soleil : Hm. We honoured the caring mothers....but the poetry of a parent's love is always incomplete without their children isn't it?

Nami : You're always speaking facts aren't you? 😁 Of course!!

Nami : Ladies and gentlemen, it's time you put your hands up for VAL (@/glue-thief) who'll be announcing the honoured ones taking home GF FC HONORARY INDIGO AWARDS FOR PERFECT WARD tonight. 

[Yes ward is technically a child. Yes I'm trying to be professional. Yes, thank you for putting up with it.] 

Glue-thief : *inhales* GF FC family tree is....complex. To say the least. By any chance, the one's who are being graced with this award tonight are....

(*Camera cuts to Hooudie and Nami*) 

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Glue-thief : RIRI AND BILLY!! 

(*They both stand up finger-gunning at each other from a distance, laughing and striding to the stage together.*) 

Bueris : Well, I am very happy to be a little angel for ma and ma <333 (and the several aunts and uncles I didn't realise I had until a few days back <33)

Riririnnn : Hehehe, my cheeks are going to explode from blushing so much. I'll really like to share this award with my beloved twin, @/bueris, and dedicate to Mama @/someprettyname and Mama @/hooudie212back 'cause they are the ones who raised us so well!! Bestest Mamas in the world<333

(*Camera cuts to Nami who's grinning affectionately and Hooudie who's clapping enthusiastically in the crowd*) 

Nami : On the behalf of hooudie too, you both are the best kids one could ask for! ❤️

(*Camera cuts to Hooudie who is found nodding in agreement and cheering continuously, seemingly very happy*) 

Nami & Soleil : (*nod at Val who was walking back after handing out the award*) 

Nami : Now that we're on the topic of love, I think it would be unfair to let this mention go. Especially after the recent revelations. To have a successful relationship is one hell of a job in itself let alone having a wounded partner. Someone who has gone through a lot of trauma and hardships in the past. And while the awardee for next award might say it's just her job as a partner to support her lover in every circumstances, I'd argue she's doing an amazing job at it, hence worth something honouring. Besides, their story is absolutely inspiring! 

Soleil : Ladies and gentlemen, make sure the cheering doesn't stop for this one : GF FC HONORARY INDIGO AWARDS FOR THE MOST PATIENT PARTNER. 

(*Loud cheering and clapping can be heard as IZZY (@/luvingshidou) appears on stage for handing out the stage. A perfectly choice, given she understands what it takes to be a patient partner. She is THE SHI-FERAL-DOU'S WIFE afterall.*) 

IZZY : I really do agree with what you said! The award is going to none other than....

(*Once again, the suspense silence has been ruined by Shidou cheering at the top of his lungs on the stage*)

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IZZY : NAJMA!!! 

IZZY : CONGRATES BABE! YOU DESERVE IT <3

(*Kaiser hugs her and pats her on the back encouragingly with a grateful smile as she leaves her seat to get the award.*) 

Galaxynajma : I’ll forever be there for Kaiser <3 even when we had our small breakup era I still very much so cared for him .. I hope he gets better with his mental health soon and I’ll be there with every step. This one's for you Mihya! 

(*Camera cuts to a happy (surprised? Me too.) Kaiser cheering and clapping.*) 

Soleil : What an absolutely lovely vibe 😍

Nami : You don't say, Soleil. I almost shed a tear. It's only fair if we have an equally lovely performance, don't we? A performance which can remind us all of that feeling we all get when we first fall in love. 

Soleil : Now who's speaking facts? 😁

Nami : Well well 😆 don't I always? 😎 

Nami : LADIES AND GENTLEMEN PLEASE PUT YOUR HANDS TOGETHER FOR TEEEEAAAM  INNOCENT SUMMER!! 

[ links : dumb dumb - choreography | hype boy | attention | what you waiting for - choreography | OMG ]

Soleil : What an absolutely lovely performance! I loved it 😍

Nami : Truly! But soleilllllll (*pouts slightly*) now that we're on the topic of "Lovely" I can't get this one person out of my head. 

Soleil : Chigiri? 

Nami : SOLEIL!!!! 😳

Nami : When someone's on your mind 24/7 you're not 'reminded' of them. Because they were already there :> 

[ Please don't roll your eyes, guys. I can feel it from here. ] 

Soleil : 🤭🤭 then who? 

Nami : wellllll 😁

Nami : She's a super close friend of mine and really REALLY sweet and lovely! I've hung out with her several times and the chemistry between her and her husband? Oh my god. It's beautiful. That's what inspired the next category of award I have up my sleeve!!! 

Soleil : NOW I AM CURIOUS!! 

Nami : Then I won't keep you waiting at all!! 😁😁

Nami : Ladies and gentlemen, we have coming up on stage, our beloved manager, @/riririnnn for the next award of the night : GF FC HONORARY INDIGO AWARD FOR SWEETEST WIFE!!! 

(*Indistinct hooting can be heard while @/riririnnn walks up on stage and takes over the mic*) 

Riririnnn : A very good evening to one and all present here! ^_^ 

Riririnnn : Happy to see all these smiles and happy faces, it looks even more beautiful from up here, I'm tempted to take up the job of anchoring now! Haha! 

Riririnnn : Coming back to the topic, I think we all are amazing and sweet partners and there is something to learn from each of our stories, but the one taking home award for tonight is..... 

(*The camera cuts to a few members, holding their breaths.*) 

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Riririnnn : HOOUDIE!!  😄

(*Hooudie sigh and smiles, while REO is all smiles and shine as he pats her on her back encouragingly. They share a quick hug before she walks up on stage.*) 

Hooudie : OMG! OMG! Okay wow these awards all sound so nice! SWEETEST WIFE? KEASJLK AWWW that's so cute💗 I'm glad you guys like me and Reo!! I'm so happy with this one!! 

Nami : [ secretly hoping Reo doesn't buy off the award show now ] 

Soleil : Of course Hooudie! You deserved this one! ^_^

Nami : Yeah definitely!! 

Soleil : But....Nami? 

Nami : Yeah, Sol? What is it? 👀

Soleil : We honoured the bravest warriors for the safety and peace their strength brings to our community, but isn't someone who survived a very traumatic incident equally strong? 

Nami : Soleil :0 

Nami : You aren't wrong. You aren't wrong at all!! But before that.... (*Does a wierd moonwalk on stage and turns to the audience dramatically*) RIRI!! 🫵🏻

Riririnnn : 😳

(*A valet hands her a mic.*)

Riririnnn : Yes, mama?

Nami : Certain hushed whispers say "Breakfast" by Dove Cameron has motivated your appetite for certain boyfriends and girlfriends of our members. Why is that so? Why do you eat men for breakfast? 

Riririnnn : Nibbling and playfully biting is my love language, and sometimes I just get overboard. In my defence, I was left unsupervised :3 Mamas were gone somewhere, so I was free and my spirit decided to be wild!

>>> The first one I ate was Ness. (*Camera cuts to a very fidgety Ness.*) @/getosugurubangs had made a brilliant of him! I just wanted a smol nibble, guess it wasn't that smol. Bleh :p

>>> Next was Loki! I really love chocolate! (*Camera cuts to a very subtly traumatised looking Loki, who's clinging on to Merlucide.*) And I mistook him as a chocolate cookie, so I ate Cookie Loki :3

>>> Then Sae 'cause he was left unsupervised :3 (*Camera cuts to a bored looking shy but he's afraid and traumatised on the inside. He's scoffing to cover that up.*) @/soleilonthesun had became a oompa-loompa, so I just seized the opportunity!

>>> Next was Chigiri. I just wanted to eat a cherry! (*Camera cuts to chigiri who is sighing and pinching the bridge of his nose. He looks terrified and disturbed too.*)

Nami : But Riri!! That's bad manners, you shouldn't swallow other people!!

Riririnnn : Bleh! :p

Soleil : Anyways, (*holds Nani's shoulders to stop her. This bickering was pointless.*) we should now welcome on stage @/asarajaa for announcing the winners of GF FC HONORARY INDIGO AWARDS FOR CRANIUM C R O N C H SURVIVORS. 

*A warrior theme plays over the speakers as @/Asarajaa takes over the mic.*

Asarajaa : We all know who these people are, so without wasting anymore time, put your hands together for.... 

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Asarajaa : NAJMA, RIRI AND IZZY!!!!

(*The crowd erupts into loud applause and hooting. Shidou is seen going feral and shouting incoherent words, while kurona is seen clapping for Riri and Kaiser looks proud.*) 

Galaxynajma : I don’t know how to feel about winning a award for that awful awful injury I went through but I hope I can spread some awareness about cranium cronch survivors all over the world. Staying in the hospital was a dark time in my life and I hope I never experience it again. 

Luvingshidou : Yeah pooks! It was a dark time, but I'm glad I had y'all to help me get through it! <3 

Riririnnn : Oof, the cranium C R O N C H incident :( Such a traumatic experience </3 It's an honour to receive such a glorious award and getting to share it with @/galaxynajma and @/luvingshidou who were there with me during such a traumatic time! And thank you so much to @/getosugurusbangs for putting an end to this nightmare! You are a very strong one!!

Soleil : It indeed was a dark time full of horrors for each and every one of us. I'm glad we got through it! But now that we're onto survivors we can't go without honouring our dear medics can we? 

Nami : ABSOLUTELY NOT! So let's welcome on stage @/thebestsetter for giving out THE GF FC HONORARY INDIGO AWARDS FOR BEST MEDIC! 

(*The speakers fill the place with happy beats as @/thebestsetter takes over the mic.*) 

Thebestsetter : The 2 medics we all know we are talking about, the one who'll be taking home this honorary award tonight are....

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Thebestsetter : @/kurona-theshark & @/rinitoshisgirl!!!! 

(*The medics in question find each other through the crowd, bump their fists and walk on the stage together.*) 

Kurona-theshark : (*looks at the award in her hand. Is quite speechless*) i am...well...i am happy to get this award i'd try my best heal and save the members of gf fc! 

RINITOSHISGIRL : so for best medic i did NOT expect that but I'm very thankful! <3 

Nami : Well, we are thankful to have you both too! 😁✨

Soleil : Hmmm. I think, another thing I and the audience would be really grateful for is a nice performance to change the pace and mood ~ 

Soleil : Don't you think? 

Nami : Hm? Change the mood? 🤔

Nami : Oh wait! I HAVE JUST THE PERFECT PERFORMANCE IN MIND 😃💡

Soleil : Really? 🤩

Nami : I AM 100% SURE EVERYONE WILL LOVE IT!!

Soleil : ooooohhhh 👀👀

Nami : Ladies and gentlemen, please welcome on stage my beloved long lost newly found brother : ASH!!! 

[ links : I wanna dance with somebody | girls just want to have fun | dancing queen - lyrics ]

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Stay tuned for more such amazing performances and awards...! 

[ organiser : @/someprettyname

script writing credits : @/someprettyname

proofread by : @/melodiclune

editing credits : @/soleilonthesun ]

[annymation]

🎶Wish Away- the villains song

Magnifico and Amaya's villain duet for my Wish rewrite

So... I was in a silly goofy mood, searching for inspiration to make the Magnifico and Amaya's villain duet for my rewrite.

And what do you know, I came across a deleted song from EQUESTRIA GIRLS 3, YEAH, EQUESTRIA GIRLS, and that inspired me the most... Like, I found exactly what I was looking for, and adapted the song to fit my vision.

The song that inspired me was "Free the Magic (Demo)" and it has the exact kind of tempo and style I think are fitting for two manipulative monarchs, very sophisticated and classy but also hiding a lot of malice.

I may or may not change the lyrics as time goes on, but so far here's what I got:

So first things first, here’s the deleted Equestria Girls song that inspired me. Give it a listen first or while you read the lyrics so you can get a feel for the rhythm and feel of the song. Although in my version the very last verse would play differently, sounding a lot more intense.

If this was a Disney song tho it would obviously have more instruments than just a piano, which could really elevate it, I imagine there could be different kinds of instruments depending on who's singing.

Also, so you can better picture the scenery. Magnifico and Amaya are trying to convince Asha to give away her wish instead of just working hard to get it by herself.

They take her to that room we saw during “This Is The Thanks I Get” in the movie, with the miniature model of the kingdom and the lil dolls.

The dolls will serve as the backup singers, as Magnifico uses his magic to give them life.

The rooms is mostly dark, and the king and queen start out very gentle with Asha but their demeanor becomes more aggressive as the song progresses.

Lyrics in green- King Magnifico 🫧

Lyrics in blue- Queen Amaya 👑

Lyrics in bold white- little puppets from Magnifico’s model 🎎

Lyrics in purple- Asha ✨

Wish Away

You've been an outcast in this land

For far too long

It's time you show to them

That Rosa's where you belong

There's a wish in you

That just cannot wait to soar

So tell us, Asha

What do you wish for?

THINK! 

But before you answer

Look around and just see where you're from

From a kingdom with no sadness, no pain nor dismay 

And it's all because they

Wished away

(aah-ah, aah-ah, aah-ah)

MAY!

I give a suggestion?

What you lack might be just 

Some self reflection

You don't know who you are

So how could you ever go as far

To know what's your purpose in life?

(aah-ah, aah-ah, aah-ah)

Strife and hard work is fine, dear

But it's oh, so much easier

If you give me that wish of yours

Think just how far you'll go

Once that wish is mine-

I mean ours! I mean yours

hehehe

And what about your future?

Will it be just some doodles, my dear?

There's much more you can achieve (thanks to me)

So forget with no-

Forget with no regret

I don't know what I want, I've never knew

Too many pains to count, so much I've been through

But I know a wish will be for me to grant

So thanks for offering, but, I need no enchant

Little one, I don't think you comprehend

(Your wish will be the king’s command)

With my magic I can make all that pain

end 

(You can be one of us)

If you let us help you

Just wait and see

(You should be pleased)

I have a hunch this wish 

Shall set you free

(free, free, free)

Is this really the hill I'll die on?

(Wish a-way, wish a-way)

There's no hope for you

No stars to wish upon

(Wish a-way, wish a-way)

Should I give up on my integrity?

(Give it all away, You cannot get away)

I'm the ONLY ONE

Who'll end your MISERY

SO COME ON! WISH AWAY!

SO YOU MAY FIND YOUR WAY-

OKAY!

… Okay?

… okay … I have a wish …

Thank You For Reading!

[halfetirosie]

🔥😅♨️ #SquadGoals ♨️😅🔥

(Exercise 10 - 13 React-os!)

1) OH SHIT, THE PROPHECY IS TRUE!!!

✨ THEY'RE GONNA LET QUINCY GRILL!!!!!! ✨

His Dad Energy™ will be off-the-charts!!!

2) PFFFT!!! 😂

You're getting too predictable, Dante!

Nah but, it will never stop being adorable how well Eiden knows his bois.

Plus, Eiden worked Dante-Teasing™ into his explanation so seamlessly, he doesn't even give him time to react before moving on! Outstanding move! 👌

3) Blade's Robo Abilities validating all the fanfic writers once again--

Kinda interesting that Yakumo gets nervous on boats. Maybe it's just because he's never been on one before? Or because it's so different from his natural environment, he instinctually dislikes it? 🤔

4) The return of Peepaw Kuya that canonically hates water!!! 🤣🤣🤣

He's gonna do his Ghost Bullshit of popping up behind him any second now, just watch-

Yup, that's our boi! 😂 Looks like Kuya's getting too predictable, too!

Kuya's like the fuckin Lord Voldemort of this universe. Don't say his cursed name!!!

5) That's kinda funny--- they accidentally re-created the Pokemon Starter Trio (except instead of Yaku for fire/red it's Dante)!

BRUH.

If I ever had to compete against their team--even if I were physically on-par with them--I would be hella intimidated. 2 of the 3 of them are insanely competitive by nature, and all three of them are workaholics that treat everything seriously. 😨

Not to mention, knowing my luck, I'd get stuck on a team with one slacker and one...shall I say....under-skilled person. Just, based on my history with college group projects... 😭😭😭

6) I am suddenly reminded of the crazy Australians/Floridians that wrestle crocodiles...on purpose...

(⊙ - ⊙)

...I better see fanart of this scene, or else I'll be disappointed!

I can't even blame Eiden for his awe at this weird-ass/random/kinda-funny situation, cuz I'm right there with him!

Also, Impromptu Fish-Wrestling is cool and all, but when do we get to see Quincy grill???

7) 🚨 I CALL BULLSHIT!!! 🚨

Pleaseeee. ( - _ - )

You expect me to believe that Garu and Yakumo, with their yokai-senses, would actually get caught off-guard by a random animal or something? Or that Kuya would honestly believe that??? Him, the one constantly hyping up yokai and their superiority????

...Yeah, that too. Kuya ain't that nice.

He's 100% the smartass lazy kid in the group project that shoves all the real work onto the other members, while pretending that the task they chose is actually difficult/time consuming when it actually can be completed in 5 minutes.

8) Always a fan of 🐾 Cat Dad Dante 🐾 moments! ♡♡♡

I'm also a huge fan of Sooley's thematic accessories!!!

I fuckin called it, dude!!! I knew Dante was jealous of Topper getting to have stylish outfits!!!! (And on that note---who made Sooley's lil' bandana? Eiden, I assume? 🤔)

9) Leave it to Dante & Co. to militarize cooking! 🤣🤣🤣

(ㆁ△ㆁ)

I mean, look at this shit! How are they so insanely coordinated?? Did they practice the choreography?????

10) (◔_◔)

Dante, babes, this situation isn't serious enough to justify one of your classic cheesy one-liners...

(Has anyone else ever commented on that? How Dante says a ton of cringey shit (affectionate) that sounds like it came straight out of an anime?)

--That won't distract me from his impressive skills, tho. I mean, I already knew he had some cooking knowledge from Frozen Echoes (in that side-stroy where he goes ice fishing and then cooks the fish with Karu, Blade, and Eiden).

But this isn't just the rudimentary "cook a thing over a fire until it's not raw anymore" sort of situation---this is an actual understanding of how to cook something and why you should use certain methods for the best results.

My mans is fun to tease, but honestly, he deserves more credit!

Go off, king! I'm proud of you!!! ♡♡♡♡♡

11) ---*snort*---

I'm sure this is still a compliment to Dante, but Eiden just can't resist goofing on him, huh? (≧∇≦)

🔥 End of report! 🔥

[lightninghikaru]

Writing prompt:

Team Shadow joins Team Dark on a mission but something goes wrong and they all get separated into different groups. (My original thought was putting them in the original sonic, tails knuckles and shadow, rouge and omega but they’re not as close like in the regular universe, but you could separate them however you want) They’re not used to working with this type of group, but only working together and learning more about each other will help them find the others.

So since this was already done in Day of Reckoning, I mixed it up a bit more hehe... Also this one may have gotten away from me and ended up a little longer then anticipated...

He wasn't sure what happened. Last thing he remembered was running into Team Dark while he, Tails and Knuckles were infiltrating one of Robotnik's bases. Tails had detected a chaos Emerald and it was never a good sign when he had even one emerald. 

What happened after that? Oh right … There was an explosion and then the ground either caved in or opened up. The lack of life proving it was the latter. 

He hears a groan next to him as he forces his aching body to listen. He could see Rouge's silhouette struggling just as much as he was. 

He quickly noticed the only noise was coming from her. Where were the others? “Are you hurt?” Shadow called out to her, trying to gather in more of his surroundings. 

“Think my arm is dislocated…” she hissed out. Shadow moves over to her and helps her to sit up. “Where are the others?” 

The lights flash on suddenly, blinding them both. The unmistakable laughter made them both groan. 

“It looks like some of you rodents fell for my trap.” They hear Robotnik's voice over an intercom. Now that they could see it was clear that they were in a cell. Metal walls and the only way out was a wall glowing with red crackling energy. 

“Hello Shadow and Rouge. Not the pair I was expecting but a pleasant surprise regardless.” Robotnik said with a chuckle. 

“Where are the others?” Shadow demanded; he used the distraction to pop Rouge's shoulder back into place as she let out a screech before smacking him in the shoulder. 

“Warn a girl next time,” she snarled. 

“Oh ho! Your little friends will be joining you soon enough.” He warned. But they could hear him mumbling about having to find them first. 

Good that meant they had time. 

“You should realize by now Doctor that your cages can't hold me.” Shadow said, walking towards the electrified wall. It felt like Chaos energy… but something was off. 

Touching it was obviously a bad idea. Perhaps he could snap out. But without an emerald he'd be leaving Rouge in here. He could get out and find the mechanism to turn it off…

“If you can get out, do so. If everyone else is separated then they could be in danger.” Rouge said as she began to scan the metal walls for any weaknesses.

“I don't like leaving you while you're injured.” Shadow said as the bat gave him a soft smile. 

“Can you get to the other side at least. Maybe find a way to turn it off?” 

“Sure.” Shadow accepted the compromise. He looks outside the field before snapping. But a horrible pain courses through him as he's blasted back into the far wall.

“SHADOW!” She runs over making sure he wasn't too injured. 

“Tisk, tisk Shadow. That chaos field was made to prevent you from using your powers while inside the field.” Robotnik warned, 

“Damn.” Shadow said with a snarl, shaking off the immense pain. 

They'll have to wait for help to arrive. 

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“Almost have your leg semi functional.” Tails said diligently working on repairing the weaponized robot. 

“CONDITIONS ACCEPTED. PRIOR SCANS INDICATE COMPANIONS ARE NOT WITHIN CLOSE PROXIMITY. SCANNING FOR CHAOS SIGNATURES.” Omega said. 

“Good idea, I'm not sure how far we fell but this was definitely a trap. Maybe to separate us on purpose?” 

“LOGICAL TACTICAL STRATEGY. CONTINUE REPAIRING MY LEG. I SHALL DESTROY ANY HOSTILES THAT APPROACH.” Omega reassured him. 

“Thanks Omega, I'll get you up and moving as fast as possible.” 

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“Hedgehog, stop squirming. It is difficult to look around with you struggling so much.” Knuckles said with a snarl. 

“Then put me down! I can walk on my own.” Sonic protested.

“Your leg is broken. You're lucky I didn't just throw you over my shoulder.” Knuckles said as Sonic let out a huff. 

“Just find me a stick or something and I can use that to walk.” Sonic continued to argue. 

“And slow us down more? Wouldn't that drive you more nuts?” Sonic turned his head away. “Now stop pouting and find Shadow.” 

Sonic's ears twitch, realizing Knuckles wanted him to focus on finding their friends while he did the rest. He closed his eyes and concentrated. A few moments later his fists tighten, grabbing onto Knuckles. “What's wrong?” 

“I can't feel him. Not even an echo of his energy.” His breath quickened. 

“Easy, Shadow won't go down that easily. He might just be out of range or something.” Knuckles reassured him. 

“I can feel the Chaos Emerald.” Sonic said.

“We'll head in that direction then. I can use the Emerald to heal you.” Knuckles said. Sonic gave a nod then pointed him in the direction. 

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Shadow hated sitting around, especially not knowing what happened to the others. Whatever this field was, cut him off from Sonic. He's probably panicking. 

“Can you try and break through this section of the wall? I think a part of the device's mechanism is behind it.” Rouge asked. 

He spin dashed the wall but it didn't even leave a scratch. “The hell?” 

“Oh ho, ho! You'll have to try harder than that. The energy is charged into the metal plates. You're not getting out that easily.” Robotnik taunted. 

“Don’t let him get to you, he's trying to rile you up.” Rouge said calmly. 

“I know, not knowing what happened to the others isn't helping.” Shadow said with a huff trying to calm down. 

“Would you be able to absorb the chaos energy from the field?” Rouge whispered; Shadow shakes his head. 

“The energy is… wrong. On top of that, if it's being powered by the chaos emerald there'd be no end to the energy.” Shadow explained, 

“We really have to wait for the boys to rescue us then…” Rouge said with a huff. 

“They can do it.” 

“Looks like I finally found some of your little friends.” Robotnik taunted. 

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“Done!” Tails said, taking a step back with a satisfied nod. Omega immediately stands up, testing the repaired limb. 

“RUNNING DIAGNOSTICS.” 

“I know it's not one hundred percent fixed but I don't think we have a lot of time.” Tails said. 

“UNDERSTOOD. MOTOR FUNCTIONS ACCEPTABLE. PRIOR SCANS INDICATE ONLY TWO CHAOS SIGNATURES.” Omega said. 

“Only two?” Tails pondered. There should be three. “We should head towards the closest one. Eggman probably has his Badniks out looking for us.” 

“LET THEM COME!” 

They head towards the closest signature. Tails hopes the others are okay. 

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Knuckles ran from the robots chasing them. He could put Sonic down and fight them but then he'd be vulnerable. “Knux, use this.” Sonic holds out a small round ball with a pink heart in the center. 

“What is it?’ Knuckles asked, grabbing it. The ball starts to beep. 

“It's a bomb.” Sonic said. 

“WHAT!?” Knuckles turns, throwing the bomb at the robots and it explodes just as it makes contact. “Why do you have bombs?” He yelled. 

“Bomb, it was just the one. Rouge has me carrying it in case of emergency. Turn right.” Sonic explained. Knuckles following his directions. “Butniks gaining on us definitely felt like an emergency.” 

“A better warning would be nice. How close?” Knuckles asked. 

“Down the next hall to the left.” Sonic said. 

Another Badniks blocked their path. Knuckles barely skids to a stop before running into it. 

“End of the line boys.” They hear Eggman's voice coming from the robot. 

“What did you do to Shadow?!” Sonic demanded. 

“If you surrender I might tell you what happened to him and the bat.” Eggman threatens. 

They both stiffen, so Rouge was in danger too? But not Omega and Tails… that was useful information. 

“Can you take it if you put me down?” Sonic asked, 

“Yes but you'd be a sitting duck.” 

“I can throw chaos spears at any that get too close. Eggy doesn't want us getting the Emerald.” Sonic said. Knuckles gives him a nod before starting to let him down. 

Sonic hops to the side leaning against the wall, a chaos spear already in hand. Knuckles slams his namesakes together before grinning at the robot blocking them from the Emerald. 

“Big mistake threatening our friends.” Knuckles said charging at the bot. 

The other bots started moving towards Sonic, he threw a spear at any that got close. But there were too many… he couldn't keep up. He dives out of the way just when one of the robots makes a grab for him. 

“Hang on Sonic!” Knuckles calls out. The crunch of metal heard outside his vision. 

More robots close in, he uses a Chaos blast making more room between him and the Badniks. But they just keep coming. 

A barrage of bullets rains on the robots, knocking them further away from Sonic. 

“DESTROY ALL EGGMAN ROBOTS.” 

“Omega!” Sonic let out a relieved laugh as Tails flies over next to him. 

“Oh my gosh, are you okay?” He asked, kneeling down next to him. 

“Little tuckered out and can’t really walk but other than that I’m great.” Sonic joked. Both Omega and Knuckles move over to them after all the robots are defeated. 

“SCANS SHOW YOUR LEFT SHIN IS FRACTURED IN TWO PLACES.” Omega said, reaching over and picking up their teammate. 

“I’ll be good as new once we get that Emerald.” Sonic said, “We should grab it before Egghead decides to move it while we’re talking.” 

“We’ll get the Emerald, you two watch out backs.” Tails said as he and Knuckles ran into the next room. 

“RAGE RISING.” 

“It’s alright, you can fight off any stragglers while they nab the Emerald.” Sonic reassured his bloodthirsty companion. 

“THIS IS ACCAPTABLE.” Omega said, placing Sonic up on their shoulder before following them into the room. 

Tails was already working on disarming the device containing the Chaos Emerald. On one of the monitors they could see a cell with Shadow and Rouge inside.  

“Where are they?” Knuckles asked Tails, 

“I don’t know, I’m kinda busy trying to get the Emerald out. I think if we deactivate the Emerald, whatever is holding them in there will shut off.” Tails said. 

“I SHALL CONNECT TO THE DATABASE WHILE YOU WORK.” Omega said, walking over to the computer. 

“You sure that’s a good idea? Tails just got all of Eggheads overrides out of you.” Sonic said. 

“I’m with Sonic, I’ve almost got this and then they will be free.” Tails said as the emerald is freed. He pulls out the device and the screen they were watching goes dark. 

“Give me the Emerald, I can heal Sonic’s leg.” Knuckles said, 

“No time!” Sonic said as the doors to the room slam shut. 

“You’re not leaving here with the emerald you stupid rodents!” Eggman’s voice screeches over the intercoms.  

They all brace for an attack but only hear a strange hissing noise. “Tails! Get that door open!” Sonic yells before starting to cough, a toxic gas starting to fill the room. 

“The computer’s shut down!” Tails said, beginning to cough, 

“WARNING, TOXIC FUMES ARE HIGHLY FLAMIBLE, I CANNOT BLAST A WAY OUT WITHOUT EVICERATING YOU ALL IN THE PROCESS.” Omega warned, 

“Can you… Lift the… door?” Sonic asked through coughs. Omega tries to tear their fingers underneath the door but is unsuccessful. 

“NEGATIVE.” 

“Step back… I’ll…” Knuckles’ coughing becomes worse as he staggers, 

The locked door begins to bend in, taking them all by surprise. Mega quickly moves out of the way as it bursts open completely. “Tails!” Shadow yells looking frantic. 

Omega had already grabbed Knuckles and Tails in their free hands and rushed them out of the room so they could breathe. “VITALS NORMALIZING.” 

“Are you alright?” Shadow asked, looking his little brother over. 

“We’re all okay,” Tails reassured, happy to see Shadow and Rouge. 

“Speak for yourself.” Sonic let out a wheezed cough. Shadow’s eyes go wide at the state of his partner’s leg. 

“We can recover AFTER we get out of here!” Knuckles demanded, shoving the Emerald into Shadow’s hand. The Guardian was right, they had already gone through a lot. Staying any longer would only put them all at further risk. 

“Everyone gather close.” Shadow said, placing a hand on Omega’s arm, the rest followed, waiting to be out of this terrible death trap. 

“Chaos Control!” 

[theluckywizard]

Season's greasons to you! ✨

For the WIP name game, I'd love to hear more about Flightless!

Also asked by @midmorninggrey Thank you for asking 🥰

This is my exploration of what it would be like if the Inquisitor was romancing Hawke and had to leave him behind in the Fade, had to make that choice to close the rift. I have written this and scrapped and rewritten this a number of times over the last two years and it still makes me cry. Here's a bit of draft one.

The sun skips across the desert over a distant ridge. I shield my eyes against its insolence. The camp is vast and unfamiliar, an unchanging soup of white canvas and wood and sand. I don’t remember where command is— or the mess, or anyone else really. I’ve walked forty paces and brushed past a half dozen-salutes, unmoored, licking my dry lips with my dry tongue, blinking grit from my eyes. Whatever I’m meant to be doing feels like a dream just outside my grasp. But just yonder, at the fringe of camp are rows upon rows upon tidy rows covered in canvas before they’re carted to the pyres. The bodies ground me. Battered and burned. Stiff. Haunted by flies. Proof they’re gone. Garrett’s not here amongst them. Garrett's not gone. The notion spurs me into a flurry of prayer. I kneel at the head of each of them, peel back the cover and spit out a chewed up bit of the Chant while I run through plots to retrieve Garrett from where we left him. “Inquisitor—” “… sees light and goes toward flame, she should see fire and go towards Light. The Veil holds no uncertainty for her…” “Rose.” The voice is soft, running over me like ermine. I hurry the rest of the prayer up over this elven archer. Barely a woman from what I can see. He crouches beside me and joins in. “…And she will know no fear of death, for the Maker shall be her beacon and her shield, her foundation and her sword.” Beneath the bruised and scraped up skin of her face I can see traces of blue ink in her skin over her cheekbones. I stumble back, trembling suddenly. “Oh fuck,” I whisper. “She’s Dalish. I— fucked up. I fucked up. I shouldn’t have—” Cullen takes my hand and presses me with a firm gaze. “You didn’t. She believed in our cause. And you,” he says. “I don’t think she’d mind.” “I just— wanted to do the right thing. And she’s dead and her people aren’t here and—” “I need your help with something. Could you— " he swallows, his brow knit with outsized concern. "Could you help me?”

[skull-kids-mask]

✨The loony bin✨(a spicy story 🌶️)

He throws you on the bed, you look up at him as he shuts the door to your room behind him. He’s carrying a back pack that he places at his feet, you begin to sit up but before you know it he’s in front of you, hand on your throat, holding your chin up to make your eyes focus on his. He stares deeply into them for a few seconds as if to read your soul. He throws something down on the bed next to you, leaning in almost as if to kiss you, “put it on” he whispers, and turns your head to see a straitjacket lying there. He’s stands you up, turning you around he slips your arms into the sleeves, nice and snug, pulling them to your back where he fastens them tightly with all the straps, making sure you won’t wiggle your way out. He turns you around again forcing you to look back into his eyes, reaching into his pocket he pulls out a ball gag. Your face goes flush again, he leans in and kisses your cheek as he fastens the straps under your hair, making sure not to get a single strand stuck in the strap.

He walks back to his back pack, you watch, heart racing, what else does he have in store for tonight? Your already soaked your panties are noticeably drenched and we haven’t even started. He pulls a large wand from the back pack, along with something small. He walks over to you and pushes you down, you try to stay sitting up but it’s no use, you’re on your back trying to keep eye contact. He grabs both of your legs pulling you to the edge placing one on each shoulder. “Shall we start”? He says waiting for you to nod in agreement. As soon as you give a little nod of approval he begins rubbing his fingers up and down your wet cunt, using his fingers to spread your lips open, admiring the sticky mess you already have. Running his thumb between the lips, from the base to your clit, paying extra attention to it, pinching it, giving it little twists. He loves watching your little reactions to his teasing, your little moans and eeks. His fingers enter you, catching you off guard, your whole body trembles and your breaths get deeper, you feel his fingers pressing in ward and up as his thumb swirls around your swollen clit. Head lurching back, eyes close and your legs shake. You’re in absolute bliss.

Suddenly he grabs both legs with one arm lifting your butt off the bed, you feel his attention shift, he reaches into his pocket pulling out a big plug, your eyes widen, he runs his fingers over your tight little hole, at first it’s cold but then you sense the warm sensation of lube as he pokes and prods the vibrating plug into you. At first there’s resistance but he pushes past and it slips all the way in. You squirm but he quickly gets control of you. Pulling you close to him, kissing your neck and then your cheek, then your forehead. He retreats back to his position kneeling down at the edge of the bed seeming to reach underneath it, emerging back into your view holding a metal pole with ankle straps connected to each end, your eyes widen even further, you realize what’s coming and without hesitation your legs reach for the sky, spread in un questioned compliance. He giggles as he straps your ankle in.

He slides you to the head of the bed keeping complete eye contact, lifts your legs slowly over your head placing the bar into holsters connected to the head of the bed. You’re in mating press position, your breathing becomes heavy, the patterned buzz in your butt keeps your attention fuzzy but you know what’s coming. The buzz of the wand comes to life. He starts to run it up and down your thighs as you squirm your body towards the direction of the wand as if to desperately need it on your swollen needy cunt. He runs it on your tummy, just under the base of the jacket but above your clit, occasionally he gives you a little pinch and you loudly whimper. Finally he presses the wand against your pussy, all you can do is watch as he tortures your cunt running it up and down, your dripping mess coating your thighs and dripping down pooling underneath you, your breathing becomes labored as you come close to cumming. He removes the wand and you whine and wiggle in protest rattling the bar fastened above your head. He begins tapping it against your clit, in quick succession over and over, you want to cum but he keeps denying you that completion. You notice he’s been stroking his cock as he tortures you, standing next to you pressing the wand against you, he slowly deeply strokes his cock, you can’t stop watching the rhythm of his hand movements Again you’re going to cum but he removes it just in time to deny it again, you growl this time in frustration. Giggling he presses it back against you but with force, pushing it deeper and deeper till it slips all the way in, you squeal and you wiggle, the wand is buzzing deep in your cunt as he rubs your clit, it’s driving you crazy. He’s fucking you with it , your needy hip movement take over, you want this, you need to cum, you buck your hips feeling it move inside you till finally it happens you grunt and moan pushing the wand out squirting all over yourself, breathing heavy as he rapidly rubs his hand over your gushing pussy, making one of the prettiest messes you both have ever seen. You’re absolute drunk with pleasure m, panting through the ball gag like a needy pup, you hardly noticed he’s straddling your face now deeply stroking his cock in your face till rope after rope of cum shoots from him, painting your beautifully flustered sweaty face.

He begins to un restrain your ankles letting you rest your legs, your body quakes occasionally from the orgasm you just had. He turns you on your side releasing your arms and removing the straight jacket completely. Taking you in his arms her kisses you deeply (still covered in cum) he holds you, making sure you’re ok. He reaches around pulling on the plug, you wince and grab him tighter as it pops out, you breathe a sigh of relief. He takes you in his arms to the bathroom where he drawls you up a bath where you both spend the next hour relaxing and bathing each other before bed time

✨The end✨

Credits: skull-kids-mask

[lady-bess]

Just A Date - Joel Miller (Post-Outbreak)

Part of the LadyBess Valentine's special! 8 Characters; 8 Dates 💜

Joel Miller x GN!Reader Mature/18+ (Minors DNI Please✨) WC: 2.6k Notable Tags: Post-Outbreak Joel, Life in Jackson, First Dates, First Kiss, First Date Nerves, Joel being a bit of a wreck, Cinema Date, References to Death, References to Tess, References to Sarah, References to Ellie, Slight Age Gap (Joel late 50s, reader mid 40s), Fluff in the snow (you'll see what I mean).

I ran a poll on my Twitter (@/this15theway) to decide which version of Joel I should write for, and post-outbreak Joel won! It was very close to being a 50/50 split though, so perhaps that tells me y’all also wouldn’t mind more pre-outbreak Joel. Watch this space…

Next up, Joel! Now, like Jack, I feel we need a bit of clarification here. Joel goes through some shit in his life, which undoubtably would change how he’d view valentine’s day. The man who lived before the outbreak is a far cry from who we see in the events of TLOU, twenty years after the world ended. As such, any traditions he used to have before the outbreak would likely be vastly different to life after.

So, how does Valentine's day look like for Mr. Miller in Jackson? Let's see, shall we?

Joel had never imagined he’d celebrate another valentines again. When the world ended, and Sarah died with it, for so long there wasn’t a single bright day in his life. The first five years of the outbreak went by in a bit of a blur, the rage and anger towards the world taking over and clouding his vision.

When the smoke eventually started to clear, dating was still not something Joel had thought about. He’d had the occasional hook-up here and there within the QZ, but nothing substantial. Not until Tess, anyway.

But with Tess dead, left behind as a sacrifice to get Joel on the road with Ellie, that loneliness had seeped back in. Travelling cross-country with a girl you consider your own kin, fighting off raiders and infected, hardly gave him much time to dwell on this state of being, though. It wasn’t until the two of them found safety in Jackson that Joel relaxed enough to think about it.

A year after settling into town, he met you. Jackson grew with each passing month, and slowly but surely the town was becoming the size of a small city. The commune still worked well though, but the expanse did make it so that it was no longer a small community where everyone knew everybody.

You’d arrived with a small group a couple of months ago, and had quickly settled in across town from Joel. Maria and Tommy had put you in charge of working in the stables, your experience with animals coming in handy in an area that relied so heavily on going out hunting on horseback and handling livestock. It was one afternoon where Joel was to accompany Tommy on patrol outside the gate, and in need of a horse, that he met you.

He’d been enamoured with you immediately, and almost to the point where it surprised him just how quickly you had seeped into his mind. The way you smiled, your laugh, and how gentle your demeanour was. Joel had plenty of experience with horses by now, having used one to travel most the way to Jackson from Boston, so he knew the kind of approach one had to have with animals. The fact it came naturally to you set off butterflies in his stomach for the first time in years.

Tommy had, of course, teased his older brother about this crush relentlessly. But deep down, he was happy to see Joel starting to open up. His brother had never been one to be overly emotional, but since the two of them reunited last year, he could tell there had been a huge shift in Joel. No longer did he show much emotion, preferring to just remain a hard outer shell that nobody seemed to be able to penetrate. Nobody except you, that was.

“Why not ask them out?” Tommy asked, “They’re single!”.

“Oh, and do what? It’s the end of the world, Tommy. People don’t…date. Do they?” he’d asked, drawing laughter from his younger brother.

“Joel, how the hell do you think Maria and I got it on?” he said, laughing to himself as the two brothers rode around the perimeter of Jackson. “You gotta drop this whole ‘end of the world’ narrative, Joel. Sure, life ain’t what it was, but you’ve been here a year now. Surely you can see that there can be some kind of normality?”.

He had a point. Jackson had established schools, libraries, shops, and salons, as well as the more “practical” industries like farming and rearing livestock. The town had set itself apart from most post-outbreak settlements in that it did actually function like a proper city. Communism or not, it certainly worked well.

“Alright, you might have a point,” Joel admitted.

“I know I do, brother. Come on, just ask them! I’m fairly sure they’re as smitten with you as you are with them,” Tommy teased, and Joel’s face lit up.

“Really?” he asked, and Tommy nodded.

“So the word on the street says. ‘The word’ being that of Maria, so I’d say that’s pretty trustworthy,” he chuckled. “Promise you’ll ask them when we get back?”.

Joel sighed, but the more he thought about it the giddier he got. It was a feeling he was most unfamiliar with, but the fact he did feel it again was surely something he could take as being a promising sign. He always looked forward to your conversations, and each time he went he yearned for a reason to make them last longer.

“Alright, I promise,” he said. “But you gotta help me out. I haven’t dated in…fuck,” he laughed, “Twenty-five years!”.

The two brothers laughed with one another as they completed the last of their patrol, still chuckling as the gates opened for them both on their return.

“Brother, I think you need all the help you can get then! I tell you what, suggest this. The 14th is in two days – there were plans to show a film in the town hall that evening. Nothing too out there, and keeping it family friendly, but it would be a good ice breaker date?” he suggested.

Joel nodded as the two men headed towards the stables, trying his best to ignore the thudding feeling in his chest where his heart was almost trying to escape from nervousness. Any kind of date felt like a terrifying concept at the moment, but Tommy was right. It would be perfect.

“Alright, you got a deal,” he’d said, and the two of them dismounted the horses as they headed to the stables. Sucking in some air, Joel had prepared exactly what to say to you. Now he just had to do it…

Much to his surprise (and delight), you’d agreed to the date. But really, how could you have said no? You’d been carrying round your crush on the older of the Miller brother’s for a few weeks, but never had the chance to actually speak with him enough to broach the idea of a date. The day Tommy brought him over to the stable felt like all your Christmas’ came at once, and Joel was everything you hoped he would be. Quiet, and definitely reserved; but it was clear that under the hardened shell he built around himself was a kind, sweet man. You just hoped you’d see more of him.

Saying yes to this date was the easiest decision in the world. Now, on the night in question, you’d patiently waited outside the town hall for Joel to arrive. He’d been a little late, but with only so many films to continually have on show here in Jackson, it’s not like you were missing much.

You smiled wide as Joel headed over towards you, a slight skip in his step. He was bundled up in his signature thick brown jacket, the fastenings pulled across his broad chest to fight off the cold snap that had descended around Jackson lately. Snow lay on the ground, littering the streets and coating the tops of houses, and if you had to guess by the appearance of the clouds above there would surely be another downpour of it tonight.

“Hey,” Joel said, greeting you with a smile on his face and a twinkle in his eye that mirrored your own. It warmed you deep inside to see a man usually so stoic and closed off actually appear happy – and it was made even more sweet by the fact that it was because of you he felt such a way.

“Hi,” you said, “You made it!”.

Joel chuckled, shaking his head slightly.

“Yeah, I’m sorry about bein’ a little late. Ellie needed my help with something before I headed out, and, well- I just can’t say no to that kid,” Joel said.

You chuckled, instinctively moving a little closer to Joel to link your arm around his. You’d seen how he was with Ellie, and had heard the stories of Joel with Sarah before the outbreak. Even though you never knew Sarah, and only really observed him acting parental towards Ellie from afar, it made you happy to see Joel settle into that role of being a parent again. The end of the world had taken so much from so many people – you found you didn’t have to know people intimately to still find comfort in others having some sense of normalcy back. You wished everyone had that chance.

“It’s alright, the film has only just started. Shall we?” you said, and Joel nodded. He reached over and covered your hand that sat on his arm with his, his woollen glove warming your bare fingers. Smiling back, you turned towards the door to the town hall and wandered inside.

The film was only about ten minutes in by the time you entered and sat down. The hall had filled up nicely for the evening, as it usually did on film nights. All the children who lived in Jackson sat up front, intently glued to the screen, and you chuckled to yourself as you remember being exactly the same way back when as a kid. Your parents always fussed about you getting ‘square eyes’ on account of sitting too close to the VCR TV in the lounge, which was always a strange concept to explain to the kids of Jackson. You often wondered what your parents would be most worried about in this modern world now. Often you were glad they didn’t live long enough to even experience the outbreak.

You and Joel snuck in towards the back where there were a few free seats. It was still a little chilly in the hall, in spite of how many people were present, so you opted to keep your coats on for the time being. You’d released your hold on Joel’s arm once you sat down, but the two of you kept your distance close to one another. The little taps of his knee against yours sent little butterflies through you and suddenly you felt like a teenager all over again, sneaking out at night to go watch a film with a guy your mother definitely didn’t approve of.

Throughout the whole time the two of you sat with one another you couldn’t fight the giddiness that surged through you – for so long you’d been alone, just as Joel had. Sure, you’d been surrounded by folk for years; there was always safety in numbers. But having someone to call your own, your partner, your lover…that was still an alien concept. Even if tonight came to nothing, it was nice that you’d taken a step towards living again.

About half an hour through, Joel began to get restless. He was enjoying himself, yes, but he had a newfound urge to sit and get to know you. Not something which could be so easily done during a film, where silence was required. It was a desire he hadn’t had with anyone for so long that he didn’t want to risk chickening out of this, so he opted to take advantage of this.

“Do you wanna go for a walk?” he asked lowly, whispering into your ear. You smiled up at him, nodding. You felt a warmth in the palm of your hand as Joel’s fingers softly interlocked with yours, tightening their grip slightly, and then leading you out the door of the hall.

Once outside, you felt a wave of relief wash over you. As much as you loved the film nights put on in the hall, a huge part of you wanted nothing more than to spend time with just Joel, and to get to know him. As you walked away from the hall, and the first few flakes of snow began to fall across the town, the two of you did just that.

He didn’t think he’d ever asked, or been asked, so many questions in his entire life. But he wasn’t complaining for a second – he hung on every word you said, learning everything there was to about you and your life; where you were born, what you did before the outbreak, and how you came to be here. He found he was also just as receptive to telling you anything you wanted to know, and was spilling his guts about everything as the two of you walked round the town, still hand in hand.

“I was really nervous about asking you out, you know,” Joel eventually admitted. “But you’ve been an absolute treat tonight, darlin’.”

“Nervous? How come?” you asked.

“Well, truth be told, my last proper date was several years before the outbreak began,” he chuckled, “So I’m a bit rusty now, more than two decades later,” he said. You shrugged.

“You don’t seem it, if that’s any consolation. Must just ooze charm naturally,” you teased, squeezing his hand softly. Joel chuckled at your joke, smiling wide.

“Yeah, I ain’t sure about that at all,” he said.

“Well, how about we test it?” you asked, boldly.

“Test it? How?” he said, his brow furrowed.

“Kiss me, Joel,” you said, stopping in your tracks. Joel’s eyes widened, but quickly he softened his expression and smiled at you. Turning to face you, he slipped his other hand to settle on your waist, and kept you close to him.

“Sure?” he asked. You nodded in response, wetting your lips slightly with your tongue as you waited for him to make a move. “Alright,” he drawled, chuckling under his breath, as he leant down.

His lips caught yours and he planted the softest kiss on them you’d ever experienced – not in a way that you didn’t know it was even happening, but rather it was so tender that you could be mistaken for thinking the two of you had already been lovers in a past life. It was like he already knew exactly how to kiss you, his lip gently sucking yours just before he parted from you, your heads still resting together.

“See? Not rusty at all,” you chuckled, a blush spread out on your cheeks, a warmth rushing through you.

“Hey, I never said my kissing was rusty, just my ability to go on a proper date with someone I like,” he said, blushing slightly with you, brushing his nose against yours.

“So you like me then?” you teased.

“Yeah, I do. And I know I ain’t all that much, darlin’. This evening hasn’t been much and, Hell, I’m nearing sixty,” he laughed, “But I really do like you. Been a long time since I felt this way about anyone, too. I’m really hoping we could…we could date,” he said. You nodded, smiling wide up at him.

“I’d like that, Joel. And your age doesn’t bother me, by the way. I’m hardly a spring chicken either,” you chuckled. “My spine enjoys reminding me that I’m in my mid-forties!”.

“Let’s fall apart together, then, at the end of the world,” Joel joked, smiling so wide his eyes creased when he laughed. You smiled at him, joining in with a giggle.

“That sounds like a plan to me”.

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