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loryn-art · 1 year

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She stood straight again, shuffling her feet.

They were covered by thick black tights hidden behind her dark pant, in which she had partially tucked a white linen tunic, with rolled up sleeves on her elbows. The thin fabric revealed a simple cotton laced corset behind, not too tight, just enough too feel maintained. Her right wrist wore a nice leather braided bracelet, in which a few silver flowers were hooked.

She looked like a pirate, or an amazon, maybe; Lucas couldn’t decide.

Amicia’s lips pursed, the silent back again.

“Come on !” She suddenly blurted. “Please say something-”

“You’ re beautiful.”

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From my fanfict "A Flame Tale" Chapter 2 = Afire

I so wanted to draw this scene, even if I'm still trying to learn Procreate... ^^ Happens in a certain house in the moutains, post Requiem.

And yea... that shirt is familiar.

EDIT : iforgotamiciasringomg-

#A Plague Tale #Requiem #Fanfiction #lucas x amicia #lucas the apprentice #amicia de rune #cosy morning after a storm

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birbwell · 1 year

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AH Requiem for a Falling Star is so so so good. i loved Nora Chandler in this. shes charismatic and sly and doesnt pull punches when it comes to her open hatred of Parks. maybe i just have a soft spot for sympathetic murderers that have one last drink with Columbo before they go

#birbwellspeaks #columbo #requiem for a falling star #person who only consumes Any Old Port in a Storm: wow this gives me Any Old Port vibes fr #ok but legitimately what a good episode

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jenniferdiazisatransgirl · 2 years

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“Hollow Mind” Thoughts (Spoilers)

Hey everyone,

So sorry I didn’t post this sooner. Yesterday, I went to the Gay Village in Manchester with some friends so was kinda busy.

Anyway, jumping right in it seems that the 3 individuals who were trying to break in to Emperor Belos’ mind scape were Darius, Raine and much to my surprise Eberwolf. I mean while Eberwolf is shown to be close to Darius, I had a suspicion that they were more loyal to the Emperor. In “Eda’s Requiem” when catching Raine, Darius only only mentions their treachery as if throwing it in there when prompted by Eberwolf. But evidently Eberwolf is a good guy too.

I think this episode might give a slight clue as to why Darius has turned against the Emperor. We find out Belos has been killing off grimwalkers each time they betray him and at one point during their time in the mind scape, Hunter asks why Darius is crying in one of the memories. In “Any Sport in a Storm”, Darius says that he knew Hunter’s predecessor and that he was his mentor and one of the strongest witches he had ever known. He clearly admired Hunter’s predecessor and perhaps Belos killing him off is what turned Darius against him.

It’s also interesting, cos I just went back to watch this clip and Darius and Eberwolf are the ones who cancel a recruitment meeting. Further sabotage of the Emperor’s plans maybe?

Okay, I also just watched that clip through further and when Darius says that Hunter should get new recruits and Hunter says he’ll do it, Darius says, “Of course you will. You’re very good at doing exactly what you’re told.” Given what happened during the events of that episode, I wonder if Hunter’s predecessor and Darius’ mentor was more free thinking. Belos says the issue he has had with previous grimwalkers, is that they all turn against him eventually. Perhaps as Darius’ mentor this had already happened, so maybe the previous Golden Guard had already turned Darius against Belos and that Golden Guard being killed further cemented his disdain. And then as Hunter shows himself to be more freethinking in this episode and not merely the Emperor’s little puppet, Darius starts to see some of his old mentor in Hunter softening his feelings towards him. Maybe Darius sees that he can be a mentor to Hunter, like Hunter’s predecessor was to him.

Moving onto Philip Wittebane, when “Elsewhere and Elsewhen” aired I looked up what the political and religious landscape was like in Connecticut when Philip would have travelled to the Demon Realm. When he came to the Demon Realm the Hartford Witch Trials were taking place. This lead me to theorise that Philip is someone with strong puritanical beliefs with a hatred of witches. This episode has pretty much confirmed it, with him clearly stating to Luz that he is in fact a witch hunter. A witch hunter who is clearly planning the genocide of all witchkind.

Something makes me suspect the Day of Unity will come in two parts;

The draining spell, is first to drain the witches of their magic leaving them defenceless.

Uniting Earth with the Demon Realm and Belos hoping the xenophobia of humanity is enough to see us exterminate witchkind. While the days of Witch Trials are long behind us, there still very much seems to be a distrust of that which is different to us and IF Belos can paint witches as a threat, who are the people of Earth likely to believe? A fellow human or a group that is different from us of which we have no familiarity?

Finally, my heart breaks for Hunter. While his worldview has been bad and he has evidently been brainwashed, his whole world has also now been flipped upside down. His Uncle who he thought he could trust is evil and is now planning to kill him. Everything he knew has been torn away from him and while it needed to be done, I can understand why at the end of the episode he was effectively having a panic attack that caused him to run away from Luz, Eda and King. Given Raine, Darius and Eberwolf are just out in the forest though, hopefully they will see and catch him and help calm him down before something bad happens. Maybe seeing Darius, someone who Hunter has a positive relationship with, may actually help ground him. While some parts of his life have been totally ripped from him, there is still one person from his old life still there for him.

#emperor belos #darius #raine whispers #eberwolf #Hunter #the golden guard #philip wittebane #luz noceda #edalyn clawthorne #king clawthorne #eda’s requiem #elsewhere and elsewhen #any sport in a storm #hollow mind #spoilers #the owl house spoilers #the owl house

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kingpagie · 2 years

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My Top 21 TOH season episodes from best to worst.

1. Reaching Out

2. Echoes of the Past

3. Yesterday's Lie

4. Through the Looking Glass Ruins

5. Escaping Expulsion

6. Knocking on Hooty's Door

7. Eda's Requiem

8. Eclipse Lake

9. Clouds on the Horizon

10. Separate Tides

11. Follies at the Coven Day Parade

12. Hunting Palisman

13. Them's the Breaks, Kid

14. Any Sport in a Storm

15. Keeping Up A-fear-ances

16. O Titan, Where Art Thou

17. Labyrinth Runners

18. King's Tide

19. Edge of the World

20. Hollow Mind

21. Elsewhere and Elsewhen

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ghostreapersoul · 2 years

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Along the way I find myself

To be confined within me

No place for any other's mind to interfere,

To grasp the meaning of it all

To overcome my limits

And dance away from any void and empty tones,

Just tell me why

Just tell me how

I can survive this time

Believe yourself and look away

From all that's right within you

Leave all your worries at the door and drift away,

I've tried to peer into the core

But could not storm the sorrow

My hollow heart has bled me dry, left me to stray

Another time without a trace,

Condemn me now

Send me to hell

For I'm already failing

Intertwine the lines

That swim beneath the dark

Realize the pain we live in

Demonize the need we reel in, no

In my memories I'll dig deep enough to know

Centuries of dreams unending

Another me that yielded tears when someone had betrayed

No time to ever go to waste

It's not that complicated

You're free to live your life at ease

No more restrain

No heed for shadows on your way

That try to steal your laughter

Your light will drive them all away

Be confident

Will I refrain?

Can I repent?

Will you be there?

Erase the page

For I'm alone and ailing

Intertwine the lines

That swim beneath the dark

Realize the pain we live in

Demonize the need we reel in, no

In my memories I'll dig deep enough to know

Centuries of dreams unending

Another me that yielded tears when someone had betrayed

So, this is my life

And it can't break me down

Go, I will decide

Who can come in and heal my disease

Burn it in flames

Kill it and maim

Why can't you see that you need to be freed?

Intertwine the lines beneath the dark

Every bit of pain we're feeling

Every other solemn life, no

In the memories you will find somehow

There used to be a dream unending

No more need to be alone

Intertwine the lines

That swim beneath the dark

Realize the pain we live in

Demonize the need we reel in, no

In my memories I'll dig deep enough to know

Centuries of dreams unending

Another me that yielded tears when someone had betrayed

#epica #storm the sorrow #requiem for the indifferent #simone simons #youtube song #random song #Youtube

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humangods · 2 years

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the angstier ship meme for any/all of ours lol

@kimsgoeun

I forgot I had this in my drafts until I saw you post the meme too. :’D

ADRIANNE / CAROLINE

who is more likely to get injured doing small tasks: Adrianne because she’s always rushing around because her head is always several steps ahead of what’s actually going on. She’s prone to paper cuts and bumping into the corner of her desk a lot.

who worries more about the other: Equally, but neither say it openly that much. Adrianne worries if she overworks Caroline and hopes Caroline is able to have a little bit of a social life and fun outside of work. Because she knows it’s not something a boss should or is normally concerned about for their subordinates she doesn’t like to voice this as she doesn’t want to come across as too soft-hearted or strange for it.

who is more afraid about the other leaving them: Caroline, maybe? Because of her demanding career and being busy all the time as a result, Adrianne doesn’t expect people to want to stick around nor does she want to ask that of someone so she doesn’t go for serious relationships to begin with.

who is more likely to leave (for any reason): Caroline. Adrianne would say she’s going to leave or that things have to end, but she also wouldn’t enforce it if Caroline ever pushed for the relationship to continue. Adrianne wouldn’t go anywhere either because she can’t up and leave her job so it’d have to be up to Caroline to do so, but Adrianne can pretend nothing happened.

who is more likely to drunkenly confess: It could go either way, but Adrianne doesn’t get drunk too often. She is not about the hangover life, especially when in the middle of a high-profile case. However, when she does get drunk she tends to have loose-ish lips so she doesn’t drink excessively in the company of others or at least no one who isn’t a close friend.

who is more likely to push the other away (for any reason): Adrianne. She puts her career first and if she thinks it could be in jeopardy or if her closeness to someone is interfering with her ability to work she’ll pull away.

who picks fights more often: Both equally but for different reasons? Adrianne can, despite her attempts not to, be too demanding of Caroline particularly at work to the point of stressing out Caroline until she gets annoyed enough to possibly speak up.

who usually apologizes first: Caroline. Adrianne is too prideful to apologize first unless she knows she is truly in the wrong, but she’ll apologize as well after Caroline has.

who is more likely to withhold their feelings for the other: They both do equally while also not really because they have flirtatious banter that both (or at least Adrianne) will brush off as not meaning anything (at first). Adrianne would feel a little weird about having feelings for her subordinate who is working directly for her too.

who is more likely to lash out at the other: Adrianne? She may snap from stress and take it out on Caroline, but she tries to apologize after (and first) in those instances.

who gets more jealous: Adrianne. She sees Caroline as being more free to see whomever she wants and has the idea that Caroline is someone people often want to try and have a chance to be with.

who is more likely to support the other in a relationship with someone else “as long as they’re happy”: Adrianne, but very begrudgingly. She’ll know that she has little free time, but would have trouble understanding what someone else has over her besides that.

ALEXIS / LUCY

who is more likely to get injured doing small tasks: Lucy, maybe? But not by much, probably. Alexis gets paper cuts from all the papers she deals with and sometimes from the scalpel. She tends to roll over her feet with her chair because she alternates where she rests her feet and has the habit of sometimes them being right behind the wheels. Occasionally when she has to use the buzz saw, despite wearing a face shield, it’s happened where a piece of bone has flown up and hit her on her face or torso and it’s always painful. She hates using the buzz saw.

who worries more about the other: Alexis, but she tries not to let it show. She knows she can’t tell Lucy to get more sleep when she doesn’t sleep much themselves, so she always wonders if Lucy has enough coffee.

who is more afraid about the other leaving them: Lucy, but probably expects it half the time. Alexis doesn’t hold many close relationships and while she’d be hurt if Lucy left, she also doesn’t know what qualities she possesses that someone else wouldn’t also have and then some. She’d assume she did something wrong to cause Lucy to leave and that’s what would eat away at her more than the fear of the possibility of Lucy leaving.

who is more likely to leave (for any reason): Lucy, possibly out of anxiety. Once she’s chosen something or someone to commit to, she does so with steadfast determination for better or for worse.

who is more likely to drunkenly confess: Neither really drink much, but Lucy would be more likely to confess first, probably. If they did it would probably be at a bad moment, but neither of their timing is ever that good for these things.

who is more likely to push the other away (for any reason): Lucy because of their addiction and trying (and perhaps failing at first) to get clean. Alexis is more likely to try and hold things together.

who picks fights more often: Alexis can get bristly and cold when she’s under more stress than usual, which causes her to shut Lucy out during those moments, but she comes around later and explains herself and apologizes. Lucy likely picks arguments out of anxiety and stress of the possibility getting caught. They’re also probably more likely to instigate a disagreement or argument in the moments leading up to and following anytime they have to deal with their case. Alexis will try to be understanding, but isn’t always terribly patient and that leads to bickering at times.

who usually apologizes first: Both or Alexis. She doesn’t like leaving things tense and unresolved so she’ll apologize, but if she believes she was in the right she’ll only apologize for how she said things though not necessarily for what she said.

who is more likely to withhold their feelings for the other: Alexis. She’s afraid of not being good enough or even being good at all -- she fears disappointing others, particularly those she cares about -- so she believes if she doesn’t engage in a relationship with Lucy and keeps her feelings to herself then it’ll somehow keep Lucy’s expectations of her, whatever Alexis thinks they may be, lower.

who is more likely to lash out at the other: Lucy. They have a more fiery temperament while Alexis has a colder one, but Lucy may be more likely to openly express distress, frustration, etc. that’s directed at the other person than Alexis would be as she prefers to withdraw into herself and give more short, colder responses and walk away from a situation than prolong it.

who gets more jealous: Both equally, maybe, but for different reasons? Despite how Lucy’s life seems to have fallen apart for them, Alexis still envies the freedom they have from people’s lack of severe expectations of them as she feels the constant need to prove herself in one way or another. She would also become jealous if Lucy ever were to leave her for someone else though she wouldn’t mention it because it would seem irrational and foolish to her.

who is more likely to support the other in a relationship with someone else “as long as they’re happy”: Both because neither believe they’re a good match for the other person. They may both be bitter, disappointed, and hurt by it, but they’d let the other go.

ARABELLA / ARWYN

who is more likely to get injured doing small tasks: Arwyn. Arabella really only delegates tasks in her business and has other people do the actual work. That’s the thing about gods, they loathe doing anything that requires hard labor if they have no interest in it and Arabella is no exception.

who worries more about the other: Arabella because she never knows how much of their past memories Arwyn has and doesn’t want to freak them out by saying things about them that Arwyn doesn’t remember or come off as overly enthusiastic. She also worries about any potential harm that Arwyn may have had to endure and also if they’ll end up falling in love with someone else. At least half of Arabella’s concerns towards Arwyn are out of selfish desires.

who is more afraid about the other leaving them: Arabella because she fears that while she’s hopelessly in love with Arwyn, Arwyn doesn’t feel the same connection that she does and therefore is liable to fall in love with someone else. She also worries the fragmented memories of their past and of her could be enough to scare Arwyn off too.

who is more likely to leave (for any reason): Arwyn. If it were anyone else or for anything else Arabella can be noncommittal, but towards Arwyn she’s loyal...ish. She’s seen other people though casually with no strings attached between Arwyn as they were in the distant past and the iteration of who they are now and is anxious that Arwyn might use that against her as a reason for leaving. She fears Arwyn will tire of her.

who is more likely to drunkenly confess: Arabella, but she doesn’t need to be drunk for that.

who is more likely to push the other away (for any reason): Arwyn for getting overwhelmed by Arabella’s affections. Arabella might out of sheer anxiety if she feels that Arwyn is pulling away from her then she’ll do the same, but in a more rash manner and make it apparent so that Arwyn can’t leave her first.

who picks fights more often: Both for different reasons. Arwyn for needing space from Arabella and Arabella out of jealousy if she thinks Arwyn’s head is being turned.

who usually apologizes first: Arabella tries to apologize in an indirect way without actually saying “I’m sorry” more often than she actually says, “I’m sorry” because she’s too prideful though attempting to unlearn some of it so that it doesn’t interfere with her relationship with Arwyn too much. So probably Arwyn is the one that explicitly apologizes first and more so, but Arabella is probably the one that is more often the one that actually needs to apologize.

who is more likely to withhold their feelings for the other: Arwyn. Arabella is very evasive with her feelings with everyone else except Arwyn. They’re the one person Arabella strives to be as honest as she can be with.

who is more likely to lash out at the other: Both, but they do so in different ways. Arwyn may be more direct with her confrontations while Arabella can be more passive-aggressive and roundabout.

who gets more jealous: Arabella no contest. She believes herself to know all the ways people can fall in and out of love, and that for every one way people fall in love there are ten ways that they’ll fall out of it. She fears being the victim of failed romance both because she would take the heartbreak extremely poorly and because she’d feel beyond humiliated when she’s supposed to preside over love.

who is more likely to support the other in a relationship with someone else “as long as they’re happy”: Arwyn. Arabella would be too jealous and upset with herself and Arwyn to let them go that easily.

FELICIA / JAE

who is more likely to get injured doing small tasks: Maybe Felicia? She has a carelessness to her that leads her to injuries and making poor choices knowingly.

who worries more about the other: Jae, but for the wrong reasons in the beginning anyway. Felicia sees her as kind of a nuisance while also being skeptically curious about her as well. Jae doesn’t want Felicia to lose interest then ditch her because it’d be an inconvenience to her as far as her ulterior motives go.

who is more afraid about the other leaving them: Jae for the above reasons, but later on Felicia when she learns of the truth and thinks that once Jae has what she wants she’ll leave and cut ties with her.

who is more likely to leave (for any reason): Jae depending on how determined she is or isn’t to make things go her way, or Felicia because having someone as involved in her life as Jae is is new and scary. Sometimes too scary.

who is more likely to drunkenly confess: Felicia. A couple drinks in and she could easily accidentally admit to thinking Jae wasn’t so bad and a drink or two more and she’d say how much she likes her.

who is more likely to push the other away (for any reason): Felicia once she realizes Jae had approached her with ulterior motives and questions if everything between them was a lie. Or Jae once she’s close enough to obtaining what she wanted and wants to try and make things supposedly easier on them both by forcing distance between herself and Felicia.

who picks fights more often: Felicia over little things because she’s impatient and adjusting to having a friend who seems like she could have in her life for longer than most.

who usually apologizes first: Felicia? Or Jae to try and ensure Felicia doesn’t storm off or something?

who is more likely to withhold their feelings for the other: Jae because she’s using Felicia but later on realizes it’d cause complications, to say the least, if she confessed and knew Felicia would realize later it was all a ruse at the start.

who is more likely to lash out at the other: Felicia. Impatience doesn’t pair well with a bad temper. She’s quick to raise her voice when she’s angry.

who gets more jealous: It could go either way, perhaps? Felicia can get jealous easily, but would try to pretend to be unfazed.

who is more likely to support the other in a relationship with someone else “as long as they’re happy”: Jae because she’d know she brought it on herself if that ever happened.

INEZ / SINN

who is more likely to get injured doing small tasks: Both equally. Sinn may get a small cut or something while committing her crimes just as Inez is while cleaning up Sinn’s mess from cleaning chemicals, dropping something on her foot, etc.

who worries more about the other: Inez, but she won’t say it. Every time her phone rings for her to go clean up a crime scene she always worries a little bit that she’s going to find out it didn’t go in Sinn’s favor and that Sinn got hurt or worse.

who is more afraid about the other leaving them: Sinn? Or neither. Both irritate each other to no end, or at least Inez tries to get under Sinn’s skin because Sinn annoys her to no end. Sometimes Inez wonders if it’s worth the bother to try and maybe pursue her feelings for Sinn or let them fizzle out.

who is more likely to leave (for any reason): Inez. She worries a lot more than she lets on and sometimes, if their bickering gets hostile enough, she doesn’t know if the stress is worth it.

who is more likely to drunkenly confess: Inez, or both? Inez would mutter it with an attitude then stomp off to go sulk and wallow in her embarrassment.

who is more likely to push the other away (for any reason): Both or Inez. Inez to try and convince herself what she feels is only a small crush and it’ll go away if she doesn’t indulge it by letting her feelings get away from her.

who picks fights more often: Both, but mostly to get on each other’s nerves more than to start a full-blown argument. Inez is more likely to do so for the latter reason, however as her patience with Sinn wanes.

who usually apologizes first: Inez, maybe? More out of because she either had to choose apologizing and trying to move past whatever they were arguing about or continue to stew in her frustration and annoyance.

who is more likely to withhold their feelings for the other: Inez out of sheer pettiness of not wanting to give Sinn the satisfaction of it.

who is more likely to lash out at the other: Inez because she’s tired of being called at any and all hours of the early morning to clean up Sinn’s messes.

who gets more jealous: Sinn? Inez would start dating around both to intentionally try and make Sinn envious, but also to find someone less irritating than Sinn to maybe be with (until she realizes that despite how much Sinn gets on her nerves at times she actually wants to be with her).

who is more likely to support the other in a relationship with someone else “as long as they’re happy”: Inez? She wouldn’t like it and wouldn’t admit to being unhappy about it to Sinn, but she’d do her best to fake it.

ISRA / INGRID

who is more likely to get injured doing small tasks: Isra because she’s had far less practice with doing labor of any kind than Ingrid.

who worries more about the other: Ingrid, maybe, but would hide it if she did. Isra believes Ingrid is very capable and strong so she can’t fathom Ingrid being bested by someone or something.

who is more afraid about the other leaving them: Both, but neither would admit it. Ingrid may fear Isra wants to settle down on land with someone more of her social standing and have a more comfortable life like the one she’d been accustomed to prior to her time on the ship. Isra would fear that Ingrid’s love for the sea and her “rich girl, landlubber” charm will quickly wear off and Ingrid will tire of her and want to not be tied down by someone.

who is more likely to leave (for any reason): Ingrid solely because Isra is too proud to say when she’s had enough.

who is more likely to drunkenly confess: Isra. She can’t hold her liquor well and she’ll either become very competitive or say more than she means to.

who is more likely to push the other away (for any reason): Ingrid if she starts to worry that Isra may be growing weary with life at sea, would prefer a more comfortable life filled with far less perils, etc.

who picks fights more often: Isra, particularly at the start of them getting to know one another, only to be obnoxious.

who usually apologizes first: Ingrid? Or they’re both great at giving the cold shoulder for a while until one of them gets tired of it and finds some feeble excuse for why they should get along again without actually apologizing.

who is more likely to withhold their feelings for the other: Isra, perhaps, because she doesn’t want Ingrid to get the impression that she’s some cool pirate who’s charmed her captive and now said-captive doesn’t wish to leave. Even if that’s exactly the case.

who is more likely to lash out at the other: Isra in the beginning as she learns to adjust to the roughness and unforgiving way of a life at sea and a little scared of being a captive at first. She’d get easily frustrated and take it out on Ingrid.

who gets more jealous: Isra is envious of how free Ingrid appears to her, and Ingrid may when she see Isra flirting with others?

who is more likely to support the other in a relationship with someone else “as long as they’re happy”: Both equally. Ingrid would understand that Isra’s time aboard the ship was an adventure for her, but that all adventures must come to an end. Especially given that Isra never meant to permanently live a seafaring life. Isra would understand that Ingrid’s a pirate first and foremost and she wouldn’t be able to force Ingrid to stay on land with her, so she’d let Ingrid go and stay free.

MAXINE / CAMILLA

who is more likely to get injured doing small tasks: Camilla because Maxine makes Camilla do more work. At least Camilla heals quickly.

who worries more about the other: Neither worry about the beyond a brief, mildly concerned thought if they know the other is in danger, perhaps. Maxine is confident, perhaps even too confident, in Camilla’s abilities to think anyone could ever seriously injure her. Camilla may worry a little more, but more in a way of “I guess I have to go save her” kind of way because she knows Maxine is extremely and overly confident in herself and, despite being a witch with magic, is a mere mortal with no regenerative capabilities. If Maxine dies then she’s cursed to be stuck on Earth, so she doesn’t want Maxine to get herself killed.

who is more afraid about the other leaving them: Neither really. Maxine doesn’t worry about the future of their relationship and knows she’s perfectly capable of thriving without Camilla’s companionship within the confines of a romantic relationship. Camilla knows Maxine is incredibly hard pressed to find someone as great as herself, so she’s certain everyone else would pale in comparison. That and Maxine is too in love with herself to spare a glance at anyone else who isn’t on the same level as Camilla (which is no one, and Camilla knows this).

who is more likely to leave (for any reason): Maxine, maybe. She only keeps people around for as long as they’re useful to her, and while she’ll have grown to care about Camilla in a way she hasn’t about others, if Camilla betrayed her or otherwise hurt or became a burden to her then Maxine would end any romantic connection to her. But they’d still be bound together because of the curse so neither could leave leave the other in the sense of one also physically leaving the other and never seeing each other again if Camilla didn’t want to risk Maxine dying.

who is more likely to drunkenly confess: Maxine, but the chance is very slim. It also wouldn’t be an explicit confession of love either, but rather more stating that she finds Camilla’s company tolerable -- agreeable, even -- but she wouldn’t say “I love you.”

who is more likely to push the other away (for any reason): Camilla and with good reason to given how Maxine treats her in the beginning as more like a soldier bound to carry out her will than a partner. And also because once they are together she’ll still know that Maxine’s sense of self-preservation is greater than any loyalty she’d have for anyone else, so it could be a case of leaving first before the other person leaves you.

who picks fights more often: Camilla to be annoying. Maxine rises to the bait most of the time even when she knows Camilla is just taunting her.

who usually apologizes first: Maxine in her own very unapologetic way that doesn’t address the issue. She’d let Camilla have a day or two to herself without being dragged about or ordered to act as her shield. Maybe she’d do something for Camilla that she knows Camilla likes too.

who is more likely to withhold their feelings for the other: It’s not that they withhold their feelings so much as neither explicitly express them. They’re both more about letting their actions speak for themselves, but it’d start off with a lot of taunting and teasing, mostly on Camilla’s part with Maxine resisting at first then slowly giving in over time.

who is more likely to lash out at the other: Maxine over trivial annoyances, but she learns to do it less the closer they become.

who gets more jealous: Neither are really jealous or become jealous of the other. Camilla doesn’t have to worry about Maxine flirting with others given how un-flirtatious she is anyway and refuses to pursue others of any interest. Maxine acknowledges that despite the curse she’s laid on Camilla, Camilla is free to spend her time as she pleases when they aren’t together.

who is more likely to support the other in a relationship with someone else “as long as they’re happy”:

NATALIA / PRISCILLA

who is more likely to get injured doing small tasks: Natalia. She has the tendency to space out when she’s doing menial things.

who worries more about the other: Natalia. She wants to know if Priscilla is getting enough to eat, enough rest, if she’s working too hard, if she’s thinking of her, etc.

who is more afraid about the other leaving them: Natalia because of how overbearing she is. Yet at the same time she also thinks that Priscilla is equally obsessed with her so that if Priscilla tried to ever be with someone else it wouldn’t last because she’d be consumed by thoughts of Natalia.

who is more likely to leave (for any reason): Priscilla over getting sick and tired of Natalia’s antics and their obsessions with one another. Natalia’s impulsiveness would also be a factor, most likely.

who is more likely to drunkenly confess: Priscilla, but only because Natalia takes every chance she can to declare her affections for Priscilla anyway.

who is more likely to push the other away (for any reason): Priscilla because she doesn’t do well with romantic advances and romance in general. (Un)fortunately for her Natalia is very persistent and stubborn and won’t let this deter her.

who picks fights more often: Priscilla. Natalia either laughs and shrugs Priscilla’s anger off or she doesn’t fully understand why Priscilla is upset and makes a deflective statement without meaning to come off dismissive. Both reactions only further anger Priscilla.

who usually apologizes first: Natalia even if she doesn’t quite understand why she has to apologize or what for.

who is more likely to withhold their feelings for the other: Priscilla for as long as she can. Natalia is too open about it to bother trying.

who is more likely to lash out at the other: Priscilla, but Natalia takes it in stride.

who gets more jealous: Both, but Natalia more openly both with body language and outright saying she’s jealous while accusing Priscilla of doing/saying the thing that makes her feel jealous.

who is more likely to support the other in a relationship with someone else “as long as they’re happy”: Priscilla only because Natalia wouldn’t accept it.

REGINA / TASMIN

who is more likely to get injured doing small tasks: Regina because she’s always in a rush even when there’s no immediate deadline looming over her. It can lead to clumsiness and mistakes more easily.

who worries more about the other: Regina, but once she learns Tasmin’s almost naive outlook on certain things in life is because she was wealthier once and didn’t spend her whole life living as a more “average” person she’ll feel less worried. Regina does, however, worry about how her abduction stint may affect Tasmin.

who is more afraid about the other leaving them: Regina because Tasmin has every right to walk away when Regina was the one who grabbed her and drove off then practically forced her to be her fake girlfriend.

who is more likely to leave (for any reason): Tasmin, probably, over Regina’s rashness and always being in a hurry.

who is more likely to drunkenly confess: Regina as well as apologize for the millionth time for abducting Tasmin.

who is more likely to push the other away (for any reason): Maybe Tasmin and partially because Regina can be too impatient, which could become grating.

who picks fights more often: Regina over Tasmin’s lack of understanding of how certain things work due to her upbringing.

who usually apologizes first: Regina because she knows it’s unfair of her to judge Tasmin for not knowing things when she had no prior exposure or experience with things.

who is more likely to withhold their feelings for the other: Regina because she doesn’t think Tasmin could ever truly love her after what she’s done and because she (later) would fear that Tasmin would want to return to her comfortable lifestyle that Regina knows she’d never be able to provide. While she wouldn’t be quick to verbalize her feelings, Regina takes a lot of photos because she’s always afraid of forgetting things ever since having developed amnesia. A lot of photos would end up being of Tasmin and them doing things together.

who is more likely to lash out at the other: Tasmin from being frustrated with Regina’s impatience with her at times.

who gets more jealous: Regina? She’d also work herself into jealousy without Tasmin doing anything to influence that feeling too simply by thinking that Tasmin might want to be with someone better.

who is more likely to support the other in a relationship with someone else “as long as they’re happy”: Regina because she believes Tasmin deserves good things and doesn’t know if she can provide said “good things”.

SEVERIN / MARLOW

who is more likely to get injured doing small tasks: Severin, but since they heal from minor wounds quickly they find it more of an annoyance than anything else.

who worries more about the other: Both equally, but neither will admit to it or make up some excuse if they get caught by the other person worrying over them.

who is more afraid about the other leaving them: Marlow. Severin doesn’t make being with them easy and has the bad habit of running away when things get serious emotionally. They might try to stick it out in the beginning of a relationship to prove they could, but the anxiety and stress of it all would get the better of them in the end and they’d try to disappear for a while.

who is more likely to leave (for any reason): Severin. They don’t like getting attached to people because they will inevitably leave either because Severin will outlive them or because the person will be targeted if it becomes noticeable by any enemies that they’re close and target said person to get to Severin. So being unable to guarantee the person’s safety because of their lifestyle would also (secretly) stress them out and think that leaving is the best course of action. They’re also a coward when it comes to feelings and talking about them, so they’re first thought is always to run.

who is more likely to drunkenly confess: Marlow? It takes a lot of alcohol to get Severin drunk as they have a high tolerance. Severin likes to get Marlow drunk to see what she’ll say/do. If Marlow is able to get Severin buzzed or drunk they get agitated and lost in their own thoughts about their past and uncertain future. They might also grumble about how much time they spend with Marlow though not disliking it either.

who is more likely to push the other away (for any reason): Severin for the same reason they’d be likely to leave. They’ll first say it’s the best course of action and in the best interest of the other person, but since they’re a coward when it comes to feelings the real reason will be because having feelings will terrify them and they won’t know what to do about it.

who picks fights more often: Severin out of entertainment or because their arrogance and pride got in the way as it tends to lead to argument. Also because Severin hates admitting that they’re wrong even when they later realize that they are.

who usually apologizes first: Both are reluctant to, or at least Severin is, but Marlow is better at it and more likely to at least start an apology even if Severin sort of finishes it. Severin doesn’t like apologizing and will grumble out an apology then try to change the topic quickly.

who is more likely to withhold their feelings for the other: Both out of pride. Severin will also think it’s silly and pointless to have feelings for Marlow when her life is fleeting. They don’t like the idea and are tired of outliving people they take an interest in.

who is more likely to lash out at the other: Severin out of anxiety of losing Marlow, not that they’ll confess that easily.

who gets more jealous: Marlow. Severin enjoys making Marlow jealous too often.

who is more likely to support the other in a relationship with someone else “as long as they’re happy”: Severin. They believe that Marlow should be with someone with a more “normal” life and, more importantly, human.

#otp: my brain is too busy being awesome #otp: born from darkness #otp: the night was made for secrets we can't say tomorrow day #otp: scrub a dub dub there's blood in the tub #otp: most women are perfectly capable of rescuing themselves #otp: storm song #otp: love is a kind of killing #otp: persuasive lips but terrible motives #otp: requiem for the righteous

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First illustration for the opening of my story with Mercy the Vampire, the story is called Nox Requiem.

200 years ago horror tore through the world, a third World war.

This war was fought not with lead bullets and atomic bombs, but with magic. Nations had formed bonds with demons and gained incredible power through witchcraft. Blight and disease, curses and storms, ripped countries apart. No clear winners ever seemed to emerge from any battle. Each evil dealt against another country inspired new desires for revenge, new depths of depravity to sink to. The nightmarish terror reaching an apocalyptic crescendo of destruction.

The land of Nox Requiem alone survived this raging madness. A true miracle performed by Saint Leander of the Gilded courage and Saint Sanctiphage of the Burning blood, sealed Nox Requiem in a protective holy shield. The sky enclosed with clouds. No messages nor vessels have entered or left Nox Requiem in two centuries. Nox Requiem,the last vestige of humanity in a world struck by oblivion.

#my art #nox requiem #nox requiem story #demons #devil #demonic art #horror art #Mercy is like “hey whats outside though?”

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sunofpandora · 6 months

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𝓓𝓲𝓪𝓹𝓱𝓪𝓷𝓸𝓾s

Part 2.

Spider is 19, Y/n and Lo’ak are 18, Neteyam is 19, Kiri is 19, Tuk is still 7-8.

‘Kxa’ran’ is a random na’vi name I made up. He is 18.

Disclaimers:

Mentions of uncomfortableness, trying to steal neteyams girl, lo’ak and spider being the y/n protector squad once again, Jake giving fatherly advice, Lo’ak swinging (it's called a punch, bitch) Neteyam and Y/n riding off into the sunset 💙👏😫

Not rlly smut but gets a lil steamy at the end.

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Y/n was a shadow.

She hid herself within the corridors of a raincloud, gentle touches of droplets caressing her skin.

She hides in the whispers, gently singing through the flowers that stitched up the bark of a tree.

Her vision warped into a blur of sounds and colors. I suppose that's why she yearned for nightfall.

On occasion, the sun looms over us like a scolding parent. Fervid gazes and persecuting streaks of heat. A torrid spotlight refusing surrender.

But oh, how she loved the night…

A veil of sounds, shapes, sporadically neon shaded by the incandescent bioluminescence of Pandora.

Secrets and stories scattered among a sea of stars. The moon, a searchlight for souls.

Alluring sirens of the dusk, dragging us to delirium.

If dark, if dreary, if dangerous, if endlessly indefinite, why so amorous?

She spoke to the stars, stole secrets from the sky, and wore moonlight as if a veil.

Sobs and sorrows for the forgotten stories. Requiems for rain clouds and silent storms.

Perhaps that's why she loved the night.

When the world became a shadow, she didn't feel so alone…

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Gathering in groups was a normality for the omaticaya.

Today, a group of na’vi was sent to forage herbs, pick fruit, wash away the dirt and grime embedded over time in things like bowls and objects for eating.

They left high camp a bit after morning, departing themselves from the clan’s rocky stronghold and descending below to the jungle.

Y/n sat perched under a tree,

She gently traced her fingertips up the lines of a small white flower, curiosity and soft wonder embedded within the universe of her eyes.

Observation is a powerful thing. Hearing, sensing, seeing things past others grasp of understanding.

It's a binding freedom

“Y/n?”

Shaken from her fortress of solitude, Y/n is met with another shadow.

This one looms. It stalks over what little light Y/n allowed in her small dwelling of dusk within the shade of the tree.

It's raining, but it's not the kind that nurtures.

Plants fall to their knees under the man’s thunder of a laugh, mercilessly triumphant, yet accompanied by no accomplishment.

Kxa’ran.

Y/n peers up in recognition.

Kxa’nan earned himself a place in the flock of warriors Jake trained, Neteyam included. Neteyam and him were commoners of the same stability. Both warriors, neck and neck. Where the Golden Child stood, Kxa’nan rising behind him. One compared to the other. The silent rivalry of two warriors.

Kxa’nan was a shadow. Not a shadow like Y/n. He was a void, it repels vulnerability and authenticity.

Kxa’nan’s movements were rehearsed, not-so subtly flexing himself for Y/n's uncomfortable gaze.

You hate it when he flirts with you because he flirts with everyone. It's a cruel joke, really. Disguising something as binding as affection, to cradle someone's heart within the palms of your hands, to build it a home out of glass and shatter it.

“Kxa’nan.”

You greet politely.

You didn't like him. But you weren't an asshole.

He laughs.

What was even funny?

“Whatcha doing here all alone, huh? I'd thought you'd be with your little friends?”

You assume he's talking about Spider and Lo’ak.

Y/n shrugs, avoiding eye contact as best as one can. Trying to focus on the intertwining pattern within the sky, the dim golden halo that laid itself on the tree, leaking through the canopy-quilted and stitched with shades of green.

Kxa’nan dips his gaze down to Y/n's hands. Nimble, soft things. Drawing lines of tranquility in their wake.

His touch invades streaks of silent panic through your body when he reaches down to touch your hands, and the flower cradled within.

“Is that a flower? It's very beautiful..where did you find it?”

His voice is

You felt exposed.

Choppy, unfinished breaths tumbling from your lips.

His mere presence overbeared you, yet, Kxa'nan was nothing but a hollow shell.

His figure was made of pesky shadows and illusions of whispers that taunted you, like the laugh of a viperwolf.

He was a thief of trust.

He saw something, an interchangeable force the at spread like the roots to each person, tying us to this shape of vulnerability that appeared as a plaything that held no value to him.

Trust, to him, was a game. A continuance of an arousing match of case and capture, where you find yourself caged.

It's like a scythe when it hits, I panic.

Jake calls it anxiety.

Jake dragged his knowledge of it with him when he came to Pandora.

Jake taught you how to breathe.

Funny enough from the man that once needed a mask.

Taught you how to count your breaths from 10 to 1. How to count the leaves on a branch and wait for your chest to not feel so instantaneously heavy.

For a moment the stars fall. The shadow that once deemed itself an attendant of comfort is now a shallow pool of a storm. The ground feels cold, heat rushes to your wrists.

The words bombard your brain.

Leave me alone.

Leave me alo-

“Hey! Back off. I thought I told you not to bother her.”

A familiar five fingered hand finds its home onto Kxa’nan’s shoulder, yanking him back and standing in front of you.

A tall na’vi with the sides of his head shaved and lazily tied off braids barricades you.

“Can you not fucking count? The 8th time this week I've found you bothering her. Don't you have something better to do?”

Lo’am shoved the boy backwards, his voice a low hiss of annoyance.

Lo’ak was an anarchist of his own recklessness. His gaze grazed with fire unapologetically unable to sit still.

Sometimes the smoke and ash becomes a haze of intangible adrenaline. preservations for one’s safety wither away under the charred sky. Lo’ak’s anger was a shallow thing, much like his mother.

That's where people fail to truly see, Lo’ak

He was just as protective as Neteyam, if not more. Lo’ak and Neteyam were simply two sides of one stick, one sharp, one blunt. One can be applied as a knife, the other in aid as a crutch or to lean on.

Kxa’nan scoffed.

“I can't count? Tell me, how many fingers am I holding up?”

Kxa’nan taunted Lo’ak by jabbing at his “demon blood hands”.

A smaller, pale figure appeared next to you, grabbing your arm, pulling me to your feet,

In the unwelcoming sequence of three na’vi, spider remains unwavering.

His gaze stern, annoyed.

“Get lost, idiot.”

Spider glares.

Your wrists don't feel so hot. The ground doesn't sink, the shadows aren't so loud.

Always count on Lo’ak and Spider. As stupid as the two can be.

They were your boys. Your brothers. A type of love that was stitched together out of mismatched pieces.

They fit if you place them in the right position.

“Touch her again and i’ll punch your ass so far into the future you’ll meet the next generation.”

Lo’ak stands, fangs bared, chest almost touching.

Kxa’nan laughs.

It's thin

it's fake

it's forced.

“Y/n, yawne, did you forget to leash your companions before leaving?”

He smirks at you, and you facepalm at the storm approacching

There's a silence. Worth 6 beats.

“The fuck did he just say?”

Lo’am rhetorically asks the jungle air, before turning to spider.

“Spider. What did he just say?”

“I think he called us animals, Lo’ak.”

“Should we let that slide?”

“Me personally? I would never.”

Spider sighs disapprovingly. Like a parent gently urging a child to make the right decision, clean up their act.

That's the beauty of Lo’ak and spider.

They fail to see the true weight of any situation when the two face it together.

Everything dark and dreary dusts away under a bad joke and some back-and-forth

“Guys. C’mon.”

You reach for Lo’ak, tugging him by his armband away from this quandary he's planted himself in.

Lo’ak follows reluctantly, sparing a lingering glare at Kxa’nan.

“Try that shit again, I dare you!”

Lo’ak calls over his shoulder.

“He dares you!”

Spider fans the fire.

You groan, not expecting to be babysitting two idiots today.

“For the love of Eywa you two-”

Your boys. You loved them anyways.

If you were a shadow, Lo’ak and spider were your clouds. Protecting you from looming notions that threatened to tear the darkness.

Neteyam watched from afar.

Neteyam wasn't normally a very angry person.

Inconspicuous glares and silent mumbles. Flicks of his tail subtly revealing his brewing emotions.

Other than that, Neteyam wore a mask.

Accustomed to pleasantries, never daring to chase beyond the notion of familiarity. Having an audience, the constant need to entertain those even he swore to eywa he couldn't tolerate, was a burdening thing.

Eye contact. Smile. Sit up straight. Don't laugh too loudly.

Some swore if they turned neteyam over and searched the right corners, you'd find puppet strings.

His mask grew with the years, cracking only in small fragments wear vulnerability leaked through the crevices, small silent outbursts of leashless emotions.

It's a rare sight.

But at this moment, Neteyam swore Lo’aks fire was spreading.

Loneliness came as a luxury for neteyam. It was the only time he allowed himself to truly become hers.

Some nights, all he dreamed of was her.

Her. Her. Her. Her. Her.

Oh, how he longs for her.

If he kissed her, if he even so much as grazed her skin, he'd fear shed disappear back to the shadows.

Coaxing hesitance was a second-nature concept.

Yet, he's haunted by an insatiable compulsion to protect her.

Ghosts of daydreams, husks of lingering touches and reincarnations of longing gazes. Rain carries ghosts that cherish the fragments of their lives within the darkness of the clouds, because the vexatious luminescent antagonist we claim to be sunlight, provides no sanctuary to a ghost.

Perhaps that's why his daydreams abandon him.

Perhaps the dissipate to his own negligence.

He was always yours. He didn't want you in the way Kxa’nan did. Your heart wasn't a game or an object to be used, then discarded.

You were a story. He would treat you like one of your flowers unless you wished otherwise.

He would do anything for you.

He would steal every happy ending for you.

You preferred small corners in which he couldn't fit. You preferred night to day.

Neteyam was in sunlight.

You were a shadow.

And sunlight and shadow cannot touch.

Neteyams attempts to dim himself always became futile. Dreams of touching you became glimpses. It lingers in a flurry of color, his palms longing for your warmth.

Vexation was silent.

It never screamed.

Until this moment.

Kiri, whom was rambling about the river crystals she planned on collecting, thanking neteyam for letting him use his basket as she waded in the shin deep Creek,

Neteyam’s lne of focus scrutinized the sight a few trees ahead of him.

Kxa’Nan grabbing your hands, rubbing his thumb along your knuckles.

He couldn't hear, but neteyam could see your agape mouth, he sensed inaudible shallow breaths.

He was touching you.

Aggression stirred beneath his skin.

How he watched Kxa’nan skip off like nothing happened, after Spider and Lo’ak made their grand entrance and not-so-swift escape.

“Pandora to Neteyam!”

Kiri chucked a yovo fruit at his head.

The man had been staring into space for the last 6 minutes.

Kiri personally didn’t spare something as precious as brain cells on something as meager as the two unbearable creatures she called her brothers, but the occasional pestering that accompanied their relationship has become a necessity.

Kiri had found some feathers near the river on her hunt for crystals.

She was offering them to neteyam for his knife sheath (she’s been begging him for weeks. His sheath is just ‘too boring’ for her taste.)

when she found her brother mindlessly wandering his gaze ahead.

“Ow-

What the hell-

Kiri!”

He glared at his sister.

Kiri huffed.

“Sxkwang. You’ve been zoned away for minutes now! Are you loosing your hearing?”

Neteyam rolls his eyes, his mood suddenly deflated.

“No. I’m fine…”

Kiri’s playfulness withers for a moment.

Kiri was a lot of things.

Kiri was modest, compassionate, candid and capable.

She spoke to the forest the same way Y/n spoke to the stars.

Kiri perched herself next to her brother, nudging him with her tail.

“You okay?”

He shook his head.

Something flickers past Neteyam’s features.

It’s soft, light, a thin layer but its presence isn’t going unnoticed.

Something that can almost be mistaken as regret contorts his features. His confidence has fallen. Not completely, only slightly. A somber shade of gray dances past his face.

There’s a few beats of silence.

It’s not uncomfortable. It’s understanding. The two siblings find a common ground between this void of conflict.

“Do you think mom was ever afraid of Dad?”

Kiri stayed quiet for a moment, the question stilling her.

“Mom? Our mom? Neytiri Tskaha Mo’at’ite?? Afraid of our father?

You humor me, brother.

If anything, dad should be afraid of mom.”

Kiri chuckles, leaning back against the tree.

Neteyam chuckles as well, but it sobers itself in a flash of memory.

When they were small, Neteyam and his siblings would curl around the fire In their families marui, neteyam would sit next to y/n, while Lo’ak laid his head on her shoulder, obnoxiously snoring into like the 6 year old he was.

Kiri sat on the other side, looking up in awe at her father as Jake spoke.

Jake told his children stories of a time that was before the marine learned to see.

He grasped the essence of life: the immunology of pandora. The power, the secret to growth, a true appreciation for the relative importance of things, order, and balance.

He told his children of the corpse of a life now forgotten, where the fallen hometree remains but memories rots.

Jake prayed to eywa his memories could rot with it.

He told stories of earth, as well.

Comparing his wife to Cupid, fond of arrows. How she stopped his heart without even grazing it.

Neteyam was an idiot for love stories. Especially as a child.

Particularly his parents’ love story.

How two people, worlds part find themselves together under the sky of pandora. The day they met. The day the stars aligned and two hearts disregarded the burdens of a cruel reality, and found a home within a war. Found intimacy through the most painful of grieving.

If Jake and Neytiri, a former human and a na’vi,

Why not Neteyam and Y/n?

Why not the sun and a shadow?

Kiri stilled for a moment.

“I guess..maybe there was fear of mom’s loyalties being internally tested?

Maybe she thought she would have been betraying her people if she mated with dad.

Remember the Cupid story?”

Neteyam contemplates it for a moment.

“But mom didn’t mate with dad till after his iknimaya? He was already one of the people. He claimed his ikran, and through dreamhunt.”

Kiri shrugged.

“True. But he kinda got his na’vi card revoked when hometree fell. Don’t you think?

Are you suggesting you want a woman to shoot you with an arrow?”

Kiri chuckled.

Neteyam can’t help but snicker.

A somber stillness comes over him once again, his voice is quiet. Fragile.

“Do you think at one point they thought that..

That maybe they just couldn’t be together because dad was a human?

Because two people are so different, it’s never even a possibility?

That our insecurities fester into doubt?”

Kiri stares with tints of concern for her brother, placing a hand on his shoulder.

He seemed to be getting a bit too worked up for a light conversation.

There was something about embedded underneath. Hidden.

“What if-“

“They loved eachother.”

Kiri interrupts Neteyam’s maddening anxiety for a moment.

“They loved one another.

It’s almost impossible to neglect when your so deeply in love with someone. Even if you convince yourself conditional, unbinding. They were in love.

She held him even out of his avatar when he was dying in that shack.

They were always meant to be, Neteyam…what is this really about?”

Neteyam swallows thickly.

His deep, accented voice grazing the edges of a sharp concept, dripping with denial.

“Do you think the sun and a shadow can fall in love?”

Kiri is quiet for a moment.

She’s not confused.

For once, her brother's mask cracks.

For once; the warrior needs protecting.

There's Something unguarded and raw behind his gaze. There’s something fragile.

And most protect fragile things.

“This is about Y/n, isn’t it. What happened, Neteyam?”

Neteyam sighed.

“Kxa’nan.”

Kiri’s eyes thinned at the mention of his name.

He once ‘accidentally’ tripped her while she was walking, and refused to come clean when neteyam confronted him.

Jake didn’t even like him.

And Jake was the chief of fucks sake.

“What did he do?”

Kiri suddenly felt her own wall go up.

She thought of Y/n as much as a sister as she would Tuk. Memories of giggling and gossiping after the brothers and tuk were asleep and Jake and neytiri went on dates. Telling eachother stories and braiding each others hair.

You were a shadow, and Kiri was your Venus.

“He touched her hands. Just like-

Grabbed them.

And then she had one of her-“

Neteyam makes a motion with his hands to indicate erratic breathing but ends up just deeming himself laughable.

“She had an…asthma attack?”

Kiri made her first guess.

“No-

She had like-“

Neteyam struggles to articulate himself.

“You know when her breath gets kinda shallow? And she just-“

Kiri spares him the embarrassment.

And herself a headache.

“Yes yes. I know-“

She freezes.

“Wait. You saw this happen?”

“..yes I thought I made that clear-“

“And you didn’t go and protect her?”

“….”

Kiri smacked neteyam upside the head.

“Ow! Kiri! That’s the second time you’ve hit me!”

“You skxawng! You fool! You dumbass!

You didn’t go to her aid!?

Eywa help us all. You’re right. You suck at this.”

Neteyam’s ears pin back and he winced.

“I was going to-“

“Bullshit!”

“Kiri I swear!”

“She’s afraid of me!”

The two are still at the brusk's confession.

“Neteyam. Y/n may not be…the most comfortable with everyone but she’s not afraid of you-“

“Yes she is.”

Neteyam cuts her off.

His tone is defeated and blank.

Acceptance is an essential part of grief.

“Neteyam….”

“Doesn’t she know I would do anything for her?

I would steal the night sky for her. I’d make the whole world become a shadow so she doesn’t feel so alone-

It shut myself away so that she has nothing to fear. I’d never draw another breath again if it meant she’d smile.

It’s beyond precious. It’s beyond anything I can describe, sister-“

Kiri’s mind struggled to keep pace with the maddening reality of Neteyam’s violently clashing sentiments.

It hits Kiri.

“You love her.”

“Sister, I worship her.

There must be something wrong with me.

I swear the stars envy her.”

Kiri and him sit for a moment.

“You asked me if the sun and a shadow can fall in love?

Do you remember what norm told us?

Moonlight doesn’t exist. Moonlight is reflected by the sun.

When the world becomes a shadow, the sun provides what little light it can to the darkness so it doesn’t fall pitch black.

She dwells in the dark? Give to her what you already provide.”

“And what is that?”

“Light.”

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“Should have just let me fuck him up.”

You groan at Lo’ak’s words.

You, Lo’ak, and spider were weaving a chain of leaves and branches for a hunt festival later that night.

Y/n didn’t like large crowds. She fared better with her two idiots, much to the dismay of other na’vi in the clan.

Spider snickers.

“Maybe if your little boyfriend showed up, he could have swept you off your feet and protected you.”

You roll your eyes.

“Neteyam was probably busy helping Kiri. He probably didn’t hear his maiden’s cry for help.”

Lo’ak and Spider both cackle.

“You two think you're funny? I don’t need neteyam to come defend me.

And he’s not my boyfriend.”

Lo’ak gasps dramatically.

Then he chuckles.

“Listen sis. Our existence is the height of hilarity.

You're just mad that neteyam didn’t come and tell Kxa’nan off.

By the way, Can we get a thank you?

We saved your ass back there.”

It’s roll your eyes, shoving Lo’ak, with a small mumbled ‘thank you’.

“Y/n? Can I get some help?”

Jake comes into view, tapping you on the shoulder.

You stand, following him back to the family marui.

You find yourself helping Jake repair a human object called a ‘radio’.

It played music and could record things as well.

Jake and Neytiri have a tradition. They’d dance the human way at a festival, out of sight from others.

You found it beautiful, really.

You didn’t have parents of your own to witness a growing relationship between. But watching Jake and Neytiri was far more interesting.

Jake seemed to notice how quiet you were.

And not as quiet as usual.

To the surprise of many, you cling to Jake more than you did Neytiri as a child.

Not to say neytiri wasn’t able to take care of Y/n.

Neytiri adored Y/n. Considered her a 3rd daughter.

And well, she was the closest thing to a mom y/n would have after her own mothers death.

It was different with Jake.

Y/n has some flashes of memory with her biological mother.

With Tsu’tey? She had none.

Neytiri found herself in a place that once already held a shadow.

Meanwhile, Hake had to make his own shadow.

Reflections and reality, gentle whispers and ruffling her hair, Jake was gentle as he could be.

He considered Y/n and Lo’ak like twins solely because of their separation anxiety as children.

y/ns shadow and Lo’ak’s fire was a constant contrast in Jake’s life.

Jake would pick her up, rest her in the crook of his elbow; whisper small, gentle things.

Jake was much more protective and diligent over Y/n.

He always thought she saw the world much larger than his other children did.

Jake realized Y/n liked flowers and plants because they were easily satisfied with company.

They aren’t people. She didn’t have to raise her voice or embed herself in a state of stillness.

Jake heard the whispers.

“Does she even speak?”

“She’s a bit old to be hiding like that.”

“Maybe she’d like to play with my child-“

Rueful pesky whispers. That’s all he heard.

Jake didn’t speak. He didn’t raise his voice or even make a sound.

He places his hand on her shoulder, rubbing his hand up and down her back like that day all those years ago under the shade.

Jake would always be your shade.

Your sanctuary for your shadow.

✧ ೃ༄*ੈ✩✧ ೃ༄*ੈ✩✧ ೃ༄*ੈ✩✧ ೃ༄*ੈ✩✧ ೃ༄*ੈ✩✧ ೃ༄*

The festival raged on below.

You were currently a bundle of nerves as it is.

You had lost Spider and Lo’ak in the crowd and retreated to one of the higher hills to search for them.

You'd think plucking them out of a sea of faces would be second nature, but no, your boys fancied the self of one-sided hide-and-go-seek.

Spider and Lo’ak were your clouds. The radical rebellion within a rain storm. And as you tried to dish out a shimmering reflection off of spiders mask that protected him from the unwelcoming atmosphere of the jungle, the sky grew darker and darker. Laughter run through the air, the fire accentuating features of those who danced with the flames and sang with the embers.

You didn’t hate people. That was a common misconception about you.

You preferred plants to people, because one didn’t talk nearly as much as the other, and the stories within the roots and water, droplets weren’t as near as overbearing as the burdening shrills of overbearing questions. I’m nights like these were the clan gathered in large groups you would sit alone in a tree with Spider and Lo’ak. You talked about everything you were going to do the secret and stars were going to steal for one another.

On occasion, you talked to Spider about Neteyam.

How do you fear this barricaded wall you’ve built around yourself was going to turn into something he could never climb. That may be this archer you dreamed of was simply out of your grasp. You dreamed of him as the sky struck midnight in the colors in the clouds, concealing the world of a shadow you dwelled in.

Spider and Lo’ak made hesitance and patience deem itself as something worth only for baiting you into good behavior. That he would slip from your grass, that your life with slip away in a blink if you didn’t go and kiss him as the mere second.

Nights were filled of him.

His eyes, a paradox of the golden hour. His strong figures sculpted like mountains, his words that painted the sky in the sea.

He wondered if he tasted like sunlight and wind, if his lips were as gently roughed-edged and honed as his voice.

Or if when you touched him, the last salvageable stretches of the sunset would disappear under your lips. And you would return to recycled versions of his lingering touches..

You loved him. You truly, truly loved him.

And what would the sullys think? His parents? His siblings?

You owed everything to them.

They didn’t have to take you in after your mother passed.

Lo’ak was your fire. Neteyam was your sun. Kiri was your Venus. Tuk was your star. Jake was your wind. Neytiri was your mountain. Spider was your cloud.

But you? You were a shadow.

Finding your voice became more difficult as a child.

This shyness, this shadow, this ‘anxiety’ as Jake called it.

This thing. This monster.

Made out of shadows and secrets and pesky loud whispers.

It’s tall with limbs like sticks.

It’s chained to your wrist like an unwanted prisoner.

It sends strokes of dread down your back.

And it haunted you.

When you longed for Neteyam, but this chain around your wrist kept its barricade of darkness.

Even as a child.

You were a little voice who others assumed only cried for help.

When you tugged on Neytiri’s waistband, gently signaling you were uncomfortable, when you hid behind Jake’s leg from prying eyes.

How a small Lo’ak followed you around, looked at you like you held the universe in your hands, you were his big sister. How you chewed on your lower lip, nervously holding Jake’s hand while Lo’ak clung to your arm.

How his fire and your shadow caused a collision within the Sully family, beautifully inharmonious chaos.

You loved Lo’ak. But Lo’ak was your brother.

The closest thing you would have to a brother in this lifetime.

You longed for Neteyams sunlight.

You were a shadow.

Shadows didn’t belong in the light.

Much less to fall in love with it.

To lay beneath his soul, to feel the connection. It’ll always be there. Casting a shadow.

A starless night.

Oh how you longed for moonlight.

You peered down below, your gaze tugged away from your mission to find your two idiots.

You're lost in the beauty of the Omaticaya, people danced in their traditional garb, the drums ruminate through the thick air, and you swore it was the heartbeats of your people.

The fire and the night sky was a beautiful collision dancing off of azure skin.

Then. The rain returns.

“Y/n? Whatcha doing here all alone?”

No. No no no no no.

You whip around to see Kxa’nan.

Your breath leaves you in a soft surge of panic.

“You're always alone. I barely ever hear you talk, yawne. Need some company?”

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Neteyam was helping his dad cook the fish he hunted earlier over the fire, Neytiri and Kiri assisting with the spices and herbs.

Lo’ak was missing from the picture, nowhere to be seen the whole night since the celebration started.

“Where is your brother?

Neytiri asked, letting Tuk perch herself in her former spot next to Jake.

“You haven’t seen him?”

Neteyams eyebrows raise.

“Was he with Y/n and spider?”

Tuk lifts her head over Jake’s shoulder.

Neytiri, more than displeased at the mention of the human boy, but concern for Lo’ak and protectiveness over Y/m arose.

“Was she with the sky boy and Lo’ak earlier? They went with the foraging group today-

Tuktirey. Stop poking at the dead fish.”

“Sorry mama.”

As if on cue, Lo’ak and spider entered the small tent.

“Lo’ak!”

Neytiri placed her hand on her son’s shoulder.

He was out of breath, looked like he just ran around the entire forest.

“Where’s Y/n?”

He asked in a short gasp.

Jake, now concerned stood to his feet.

“Y/n? Where did you come from, Lo’ak?”

“The festival? I dunno-

I can’t find her. And she hates big crowds like these. Spider had to go back to the lab to get a new mask on short notice, there’s no one with her.”

Tuk giggles.

“Lo’ak was probably too busy dancing with a girl…”

Jake’s eyebrows crinkled.

Neteyam stood at his feet as well.

He left the tent and set off to find you.

He searched the celebration, pushed past the embers and smoke, the thick air of peoples dancing and the sounds of laughter.

On a hill, a little ways off. Two shadows come into view.

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“Kxa’nan..I wish to be alone.”

Kxa’nan groaned at your words.

“Your’e always alone, or you’re hanging out with those two freaks.”

Your shadow dissipates for a moment, anger simmered beneath your skin.

“Lo’ak and Spider aren’t freaks-

don’t talk about them like that.”

Kxa’nan scoffs and your left unhooded with no shadow at all for a moment.

“Don’t laugh. You��re the one always having a pissing race with Neteyam.

Maybe if you aimed your arrow as good as you flexed your non-existent muscles, there’d be nothing to say.”

He hissed at you and grabbed your arm. Being compared to Neteyam was a jab.

A small wince contorted your features, you gasped.

A flash of lights invades both your visions, and a strong arm is wrapped around your waist, a familiar touch, a circle of safety.

A familiar azure skinned archer appears beside you, a protective shield of a glare at Kxa’nan.

“Don’t touch her. Ever. Again.”

Kxa’nan scoffs, but a fortification of fear embeds itself In his eyes. Clearly intimidated by Neteyam’s presence.

Kxa’nan glares at you, unhappy with your savior and his impeccable timing.

His eyes flare yellow. Not a soft golden hour like Neteyam’s. No, and even in a clan where all your eyes share the same tint. At the moment this is a sickening shade of yellow. It flares so brightly you thin your eyes to look away. Your breath hitches in your throat and your voice hides behind the threat of thought.

Neteyam takes a step forward and pushes him away, shielding you from his gaze.

His deep voice honed itself as a rougher edge.

“Don’t look at her.

Look at me.

Don’t come near her again. Got it?”

Lo’ak and spider come into view from behind a few trees.

“Hey! Get away from them. Back it up!”

Spider’s small figure appears much less intimidating then the Sully brothers. But he remains grounded to protect you.

“What the fuck did I tell you?”

Lo’ak grab’s Kxa’nan by his bicep roughly.

“Don’t bother her. And what did you do?”

Kxa’nan glares at you and your four tyrants.

“Y/n, did you really have to bring this whole freak show family with you?”

He bites.

There’s a beat of silence.

And then, Lo’aks fist collides with Kxa’nan’s jaw, hot, red liquid pools from his mouth.

“It’s called a punch, Bitch! Don’t ever touch my sister again.”

Kxa’nan tackles Lo’ak, and Spider body slams the Na’vi.

Tapping his elbow before placing his other hand on his bicep and flinging himself, jabbing Kxa’nan in the ribs with his elbow.

Jake emerged from a few trees away, groaning and trying to grab his son before shit actually got heavy.

Jake places a lingering touch on your arm to make sure you were safe,

Jake drags Lo’ak up by his arm, grabbing spider by his waist.

Spider explains the predicament, and Jake angrily drags Kxa’nan away to be dealt with.

No one messes with his kids.

Lo’ak wiggles his eyebrows at Neteyam, who’s held you close to him this whole time.

And then.

You’re alone.

Neteyam turns to you, his fingers dragging down your cheeks gently.

“Are you alright? Did he hurt you? Talk to me, please..”

Gently cradling your face in the cup of his palms.

A fire alights beneath your skin.

“I’m fine, Nete…he just made me…uncomfortable..”

There’s silence. 7 beats worth.

“How long has he been bothering you?”

Your voice peaks from behind your barricade.

“Awhile…”

“You never came to me, you never told me. Y/n I will always protect you. Why didn’t you come to me?”

His voice was a labyrinth of desperation clinging to hope.

“I’m sorry..”

It’s a small fragile whisper.

And most protect fragile things.

Neteyam gently drags his hands down your neck, another hand gently tracing your rib cage.

“I don’t want an apology. I want you to know that I care for you. So deeply, Y/n.”

Is there another universe out there where I can spare you the pain of love?

Longing for someone so desperately you fear they’ll become aflame under your touch.

Does he taste like fire?

Is the plush of your skin sculpted from shadows?

This love was a painting you never had the courage to count the colors, in fear they would flurry away.

In this fortress of his arms, in this circle of sunlight, in this last surviving stretch of a sunset, there’s a flare.

Neteyam gives to others only to deny himself.

You reach for something made of glass only to see it shatter again.

But not here.

Not now.

You whisper hoarsely as his hands cradle your face.

“I don’t like big crowds.”

He smiles and kisses your nose.

“Then neither do I.”

The two of you sit there, under the canopy of the trees, watching the stars.

✧ ೃ༄*ੈ✩✧ ೃ༄*ੈ✩✧ ೃ༄*ੈ✩✧ ೃ༄*ੈ✩✧ ೃ༄*ੈ✩✧ ೃ༄

Your head laid on his chest, the only music you two needed was the sound of your intertwining heartbeats.

You traced the lines on his palms, and he kissed your cheek.

Soft whispers and lingering gazes.

“What’s your favorite star?”

You ask him.

You.

He wants to say, but he holds his tounge. Eyes scanning the sky for the perfect star to satisfy your curiosity.

“That one.”

He points to one, it’s in the midst of a cluster of scattered flurries of white specks.

You leaned into his shoulder, his hand gently cupping the back of your head.

“What would happen if they started falling?”

“I’d catch them for you.”

You chuckled at his answer.

He closes his eyes and basks in the aubade of your laughter.

Your soul, gentle semblances of beauty in the space behind the sun.

Love is a sacrificial abstraction. He sees you in signposts and circles, and parallel lines.

Another beat of silence passes.

“Y/n.”

He breaths your name, dragging his finger along your pulse point.

You hear music in the distance.

Not the drums of the Omaticaya, or the flutes of your people.

You peer down over the hill and see two figures slow dancing to a radio in the family Marui.

Neytiris giggles are gently heard as the silhouette of her and Jake dancing comes into view.

You sighed in contentment. Sometimes, you, Neteyam, Kiri and Lo’ak would spy on them behind the tent flap. Observing them dance, Jake teaching her the way people dance on earth.

Neteyam smiles as well.

“I love it when they do that…”

You lean into his shoulder, and he finds himself lost in your eyes once again.

He wishes he could give you the whole world. A place where you can disregard burdens of reality, be tangled with her pages and plants, gardens made of clouds, and laughter, where you can trace the in patterns of her favorite flower, where you can touch the consolation within isolation. It is not loneliness you desire, you don't want the fixation of the introspection within your shadow.

Neteyam stands you both to your feet, Jake’s music dwells in the night air, the stars seem to twinkle in perfect rhythm.

“Neteyam, what are we doing?”

You laugh.

“Dancing, come yawne.

Put your hands here, and my hand goes-“

He pauses before placing his hand on your lower waist, just like he saw his father do.

“May I?”

You nod.

Before you can blink, he sways you with the music, you laugh and avoid stepping on his toes

For a moment, the shadows disappear. The sun burns out. It’s no longer so bright you are forced to shy away to the dark.

Custom, reason, temptation, it all fades behind the stars.

The moonlight traces his figure as you dance, the stars reminisce in your eyes.

You were composed of stories.

Captivating, euphonious stories.

The same stories that you cradled in your pals when you held your plants.

Your souls dance but your gazes remain still.

He gently cups your face in his hands, lifting your chin.

“I see you, Y/n. I have never seen anyone but you, beautiful…”

Your breath hitches.

“I see you, Neteyam. I’ve always seen you..”

When you kiss him, the shadows and the sunlight collide, and soft gasps and and tangible emotions are torn.

There is no barricade.

The distance was only ever created because distance was safe.

But you don’t want distance.

Neither does he.

✧ ೃ༄*ੈ✩✧ ೃ༄*ੈ✩✧ ೃ༄*ੈ✩✧ ೃ༄*ੈ✩✧ ೃ༄*ੈ✩✧ ೃ༄

He lays you down on the soft bed of grass, he yearns to kiss every inch of you from your hairline to your ankles.

“Y/n, oh my Y/n…my beautiful, beautiful y/n.”

He whispers your name like a mantra, as if you would wither away into the shadows again if he didn’t pray your name.

Your gasps serenaded him.

Your hands tugged on his braids as he kissed your neck,

“What do you wish for me to do, yawne? Speak for me, my good girl..”

Your leg wrapped around his hip. You couldn’t help but buck into him.

Love like this only haunts you with light that once existed behind the shadow, the one that surfaced behind the sun.

Eclipse is near.

He unraveled you like the universe was beneath your top and loincloth, stroking you with gentle drags of his thumb, his strong arm hooked under your thigh.

“Neteyam-

Eywa please…”

You begged for him to soothe the aching heat

“Shhh. It’s okay, my sweet girl. I’m right here…just keep looking up at those pretty stars. The stars are yours, my love,

Fuck-

Everything, the sky, the sun, the oceans, the shadows they’re all yours, my love. So am I.”

He reached around for his braid and you followed suit.

You both stared into eachothers eyes. The pools of honeyed golden hour beneath the moon.

The sweet nectar dripping down your thighs, your curves traced by his touch,

“Tsaheylu, Neteyam..please.”

Who was he to deny you?

And as you connected the stars fell.

A flurry of colors, a blur of ecstasy, straddled, kissed, caressed, explored.

The drapes of the moonlight bathing you.

Every coherent thought withered into a static of white,

This wasn’t sex. This wasn’t one body entering another for pleasure. This was a soul finding it’s flame.

He begged the deity to never take his shadow away.

“Do you feel it y/n, it’s always been there..I’ve always been here..don’t hide from me again.”

His rough accent voice honed your ears, his nose dragging along your pulse point, you whined in response.

The heat faded away, tranquility returned.

He kissed you, your chin, your lips, your hair, thank you’s and praises whispered as his string arms encircled you.

You laid on his chest, and you faintly hear him whisper

“I think it’s finally eclipse…”

✧ ೃ༄*ੈ✩✧ ೃ༄*ੈ✩✧ ೃ༄*ੈ✩✧ ೃ༄*ੈ✩✧ ೃ༄*ੈ✩✧ ೃ༄

-Sunofpandora

2023

“Diaphanous”

Tag list:

@neteyamsoare

@yeosxxx

@lianna75

@jackiehollanderr

@6423btw

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Im SCREAMING right now.

Im super insecure in writing smut but i kinda wanted to try it? It's not really smut tbh just like…really intimate?

Idk.

But I struggled with this fr. Writers block ate me up.

So idk how good this is. Sorry 😭

I hope everyone enjoyed. That request box is gonna be open in the next few weeks but I might be a bit busy so there might be a bit of a wait.

I wanted to include some parallels from the movie, and some references to Jake and Neytiri through Neteyam and Y/n, so I hope everyone caught those.

I hoped you enjoyed “diaphanous” 🌀🪐

#avatar the way of water #neteyam x reader #jake avatar #neytiri #avatar fanfiction #kiri sully #neteyam x you #lo’ak x reader #neteyam sully #neteyam

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house-of-mirrors · 1 year

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You can play some songs from Ocarina of Time/Majora’s Mask on the tumblr bells! Unfortunately, the highest note is missing so options are limited in that regard (no zelda’s lullaby or song of storms :pensive:)

Song of Time: 624 624 6875 456 2132

Song of Healing: 764 764 76323

Requiem of Spirit: 242642

Serenade of Water: 24667

Bolero of Fire: 42426464

Nocturne of Shadow: 7662764

Saria’s Song: 467 467

Key:

7 = C-left or X

6 = C-right or Y

4 = C-down or R

2 = A or L

#ocarina of time #the legend of zelda #yes i learned a little about playing music because i wanted to play zelda songs what about it #loz #zelda #music #tumblr bells

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athena-gunpla · 6 months

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Mobile Suit Gundam: Chronological Watch Order for the Universal Century Timeline

UC 0001

Laplace incident – the Universal Century is declared, and Laplace, the Prime Minister’s residence, is destroyed by terrorists (First few minutes of Mobile Suit Gundam Unicorn (2010) Episode 1: Day of the Unicorn)

UC 0068

Mobile Suit Gundam The Origin (2015-2018) Episode 1

UC 0071

Mobile Suit Gundam The Origin (2015-2018) Episode 2

UC 0074

Mobile Suit Gundam The Origin (2015-2018) Episode 3 first half

UC 0076

Mobile Suit Gundam The Origin (2015-2018) Episode 3 second half

UC 0077

Mobile Suit Gundam The Origin (2015-2018) Episode 4 first half

UC 0078

Mobile Suit Gundam The Origin (2015-2018) Episode 4 third quarter

UC 0079 (the One Year War):

Mobile Suit Gundam The Origin (2015-2018) Episode 4 ending, Episode 5 (January 3rd up until January 15th 0079 UC).

Mobile Suit Gundam MS IGLOO: The Hidden One Year War (2004) Episode 1: Vanishing Serpent of Loum, runs from 4th to 17th January 0079UC.

Mobile Suit Gundam The Origin (2015-2018) Episode 6 (The Battle of Loum, January 15th-16th 0079; later events in the epilogue scattered throughout the first half of the year).

Mobile Suit Gundam MS IGLOO 2: The Gravity Front Episodes (2008) Episode 1: Take Out That Angel of Death!, runs from 26th to 27th April 0079UC.

Mobile Suit Gundam MS IGLOO: The Hidden One Year War (2004) Episode 2: Howls Stained in Dusk, runs from 29th April to 11th May 0079UC.

Mobile Suit Gundam MS IGLOO 2: The Gravity Front Episodes (2008) Episode 2: Kings of the Jungle, Roll Out!, runs from 21st to 26th July 0079UC.

Mobile Suit Gundam (1979) Episodes 1-15, starts September 18th 0079UC.

Mobile Suit Gundam: Cucuruz Doan’s Island (a movie adaptation of Episode 15), around about late October 0079UC. This is set in the Mobile Suit Gundam: The Origin timeline, and thus the White Base has already visited Jaburo and all members are officially part of the Earth Federation Forces. The Guntank is replaced by a second Guncannon, Sleggar is present, and Cucuruz Doan's Island is relocated to the Canary Islands rather than Japan, although the event still precedes Operation Odessa.

Mobile Suit Gundam (1979) Episodes 16-25 (up to early November 0079UC)

Mobile Suit Gundam 08th MS Team Episodes 1-11 (October 6th 0079UC up to around 15th November 0079. Starts after 0079 Episode 10 (Garma's death), and finishes sometime after the battle of Odessa during the Zeon Asian Ground Forces retreat)

Mobile Suit Gundam MS IGLOO 2: The Gravity Front Episodes (2008) Episode 3: Odessa, Storm of Steel!, runs from 8th to 9th November 0079UC, concurrently with Operation Odessa in Episode 25 of Mobile Suit Gundam (1979). The upcoming series Requiem for Vengeance will also occur during the European front and Operation Odessa, I'll update this timeline when it releases.

Mobile Suit Gundam MS IGLOO: The Hidden One Year War (2004) Episode 3: Dance of the Orbital Ghosts, runs from 24th October to 11th November 0079UC.

Mobile Suit Gundam (1979) Episodes 25-35 occur from around November of 0079UC up until the start of December, although there aren't many exact dates for when exactly in the year each episode takes place, although The Battle of Solomon in Episode 35 takes place on 24th December 0079 UC).

Mobile Suit Gundam MS IGLOO: Apocalypse 0079 (2006) Episode 1: In the Skies of Jaburo I Saw the Sea, happens from 3rd to 7th December 0079UC, sometime after 0079 Episode 30.

Gundam 0080 War in The Pocket (1989) runs from around December 9th 0079UC up until around 12th to 25th December 0079UC.

Mobile Suit Gundam MS IGLOO: Apocalypse 0079 (2006) Episode 2: Cross the Path of Light, happens from 28th to 30th December 0079UC.

Final few episodes (around 36/37 until 43) of Mobile Suit Gundam (1979) definitively happen on December 30th and 31st 0079UC, as this is when the Battle of A Bao Qu occurs in canon.

Peace treaty with Zeon signed on 1st January 0080UC.

Mobile Suit Gundam MS IGLOO: Apocalypse 0079 (2006) Episode 3: Spirits Returning to the Cries of Thunder, happens from 31st December 0079UC until 1st January 0080UC.

UC 0080

Mobile Suit Gundam 08th MS Team Episode 12 (unspecified number of months after the end of the One Year War)

UC 0083

Mobile Suit Gundam 0083: Stardust Memory (1991-1992)

UC 0087

Mobile Suit Zeta Gundam (1985-1986)

The Gryps Conflict/Gryps War

UC 0088

Mobile Suit Gundam ZZ (1986-1987)

The First Neo-Zeon war

UC 0093

Mobile Suit Gundam: Char's Counterattack (1988)

The Second Neo-Zeon war

UC 0096

Mobile Suit Gundam Unicorn (2010-2014)

Laplace incident - occurs from around April 7th 0096UC til May 4th 0096UC

UC 0097

Mobile Suit Gundam Narrative (2018)

UC 0100

The Principality of Zeon is officially dissolved and reabsorbed back into the Earth Federation

UC 0105

Mobile Suit Gundam Hathaway (2020)

UC 120

Mobile Suit Gundam F90 (1990)

UC 0123

Mobile Suit Gundam F91 (1991)

UC 149

Zanscare Empire Declared, Zanscare War Commences

UC 0153

Mobile Suit Victory Gundam (1993-1994)

End of the Zanscare War and all key members of the imperial core

#mobile suit gundam #gundam #mobile suit zeta gundam #mobile suit zz gundam #mobile suit gundam: the origin #08th MS team #mobile suit gundam the 08th ms team #universal century #watch order

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avergehistoryenjoyer · 1 year

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Ladies and gentlemen, it’s official! I’m writing a musical!

For those of you in the community who have known me for a while, this is nothing new, but I’ve been working on it for quite awhile, so I finally want to unveil what I have so far.

The show is officially called “Tyrant! The Story of Robespierre” or just “Tyrant!” for short, and here’s my first concept for the album cover below!

As for the actual story and songs, right now I’m planning on having 16 songs per act, and I’ll format the songs I’ve written or am currently in the process of writing!

Italic = work in progress

Bold = fully written

With that being said, this is the song catalogue and all I’ve gotten done so far!

Act 1:

Tyrant! (Show opener) - immediately after his death

Address for the King - early childhood

Never shall we part - transition from childhood to adulthood, meets Camille

Song addressed to Miss Henriette - young adulthood

And So I Reminisce - trio song for the siblings

He Just Can’t Stop - lawyer career in Arras

Let Us Speak/We Swear - Estates general + tennis court oath

Camille’s Address (Bring It Down) - Storming of the bastille

Hey Ladies! (Theroigne’s song + Women’s March on Versailles)

Bienvenue aux Jacobins - Joins the Jacobin club and meets Danton, gets elected president of the club

Never shall we part (1st reprise) - Camille’s marriage to Lucile

Escape (Louis + Marie flee Paris, Champ de Mars massacre)

There’s Safety Here (Robespierre meets Maurice Duplay, moves into the Duplay house)

This Means War! (Speeches against the war and Brissotins, war gets declared anyways)

The Tuileries Tango (Storming of the Tuileries and overthrow of the monarchy)

Liberté, Egalité, Fraternité For All (Establishment of the republic, Robespierre at his height, his big “I want” song)

Act 2:

Incorruptible (Saint-Just’s debut and Robespierre’s election to the National convention)

So Ends the Reign of Tyranny (Louis’ trial and execution)

Bienvenue aux committee/ Bienvenue le Jacobins (reprise) (Appointment to the CPS)

Choose Your Side/And So I Reminisce (reprise) (Charlotte and Augustine’s fight, fracture in the family, duet with Élèonore, PLATONIC, NOT ROMANTIC)

Principio Ad Finem/ A late night’s walk (“darker” ‘I want’ song, NOT A VILLAIN SONG )

What is he doing? (Camille publishes his paper and says stupid stuff)

Never Shall We Part (2nd and 3rd reprises) (Max and SJ duet, Camille’s denouncement from friends to enemies)

A Meeting/Make Him a Monster (CPS meeting, Thermidorian villain song)

You’re Unwell (Eleonore and SJ duet, Max falls ill/ slowly loosing his sanity)

So Ends the Reign of Tyranny/ Liberté, Egalité, Fraternité for All (reprise) (Arrests and executions of Camille, Danton and their followers, closest thing to a villain song for Robespierre)

This Glorious Day (Festival of the Supreme Being, more Thermidorian conspiring)

Principio Ad Finem (reprise) (Max writes his 8 Thermidor speech)

My Final Bow (8 Thermidor speeches for the convention and the Jacobins)

We Swear/Let Me Speak! (9 Thermidor denouncement and arrest)

Requiem (Hotel De Ville siege, bullet to the jaw, death, 11th hour power ballad)

May You Ne’er Be Forgotten (basically charlotte’s ‘who lives who dies who tells your story’, her 11th hour power ballad, grand finale of the show)

I know that was a lot thrown at y’all, and obviously I’ve still got a long ways to go, but I’ll be working hard at it all summer, and I hope to have at least half of the first act finished by the end of this summer! I’ll keep working on asks too now that my schedule’s freed up, but I thought it’d be a fun announcement to share with all of you for Max’s birthday, and I can’t wait for you to see the rest of it! Love you all! ❤️❤️❤️

-Syd

#robespierre #Maximilien Robespierre #Tyrant! The story of Robespierre #musical #musical theatre

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kikker-oma · 6 months

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Hello, this possessed me at 4:30 this morning when I saw your comic and should have been sleeping

“There they are!” Wind cried, his grip on the winds leaving completely in his excitement and causing Wild and Hyrule to scramble for the sails to control them.

“Great! Get us to shore then.” Wild called over the rain as the gales tried to tear his rope out of his wet hands. Wind saw the scramble of the two older heroes and at least had the presence of mind to look mildly sheepish as he called up Wind’s Requiem once more. It blew their raft onto shore and once they were beached, the three scrambled off in the direction Wind indicated he’d seen the missing heroes. A sandy shore, two figures crumpled on the beach.

“Time! Twilight!” Wind’s initial call was lost to the storm. There was an alarming streak of scarlet on Time’s head, staining blonde a coppery red. Twilight had blood on his collar. They were both hurt. Twilight startled when Hyrule and Wind both dropped to Time’s side. His ears were bleeding. Recognizing the other heroes aborted his scramble for weapons, as the Rancher seemed to crumple in on himself. Wild carefully slid arms under Twilight’s armpits, lifting his mentor up a little and stepping him away from Time enough that Hyrule could work. Twilight was shaking violently.

Hypothermia, shock, he’s hurt too…

“It’s ok, Twi.” He tried to soothe. There was no reaction to the words. His ears are bleeding, likely damage to his eardrums. He probably can’t hear much right now. He was not going to be able to get a potion into Twilight right now, so a fairy would have to do. The little creature zipped around Twilight’s head before vanishing into the ether but Twilight was still shaking…think! Wars taught us how to deal with shock… warmth, assurance…He carefully set the ruby circlet on Twilight’s head. It wasn’t much given Twilight was completely soaked but it could only help. Twilight protested when Wild tried to move them farther from Time.

“No. Cub. Please. Time…” Wild turned so they both could see as Wind shook out a fairy from a bottle. They all watched her circle around the unconscious eldest several times before vanishing. Time groaned weakly, and grimaced at the rain on his face. The four of them breathed a collective sigh of relief as Time’s eye finally opened.

“Welcome back, Old Man.” Wind teased.

Time groaned again. “Sailor? What…”

And the tension that had been keeping Twilight together snapped like a bow string as Twilight sobbed in relief, crumbling into Wild’s arms.

“He’s ok, Twi…” Twilight’s distress drew Time’s attention.

“Pup, what’s wrong?” He asked as he carefully pulled Twilight from Wild’s arms. “Hey… it’s ok, Pup. You’re ok…”

THIS IS CANNON NOW🥹🥹❤️❤️❤️

This is what happens ladies and gents

THIS❤️

AJ you lovely soul, thank you for writing thiiiissss aaahh

I love that wind is directing the winds to get them safely to the boys, and the way Twilight just crumples into Wild once Time opens his eye is just— snajaosnauagahsjs

And Time immediately starts comforting him!!!! And he only just woke up!! AJ I LOVE THIS AND YOU

#sweet ajscico #fics for oma #you’re so talented what the heckie

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