#at least during the years where the guardian was stuck in the crystal

[otomes-and-tears]

hi 👀👀👀👀👀👀 i heard u got a lot of nevra headcanons and thoughts?? share them with us!! i'll give u a kiss!

♦ Me talking about Nevra for way too long ♦

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► words: 813

► a/n: Thank you Anon for giving me an opportunity to ramble about him. I do, in fact, have a lot of opinions about Nevra!

Also... I’ve been a bit busy lately, but I’ll probably have more free time to write next month. I’ve also had spent a lot of time on @marycecilyy ‘s discord server, which is a joy. So yeah! I’m not dead :p

► Masterlist

• I’m almost sure this is canon, but he’s musically inclined;

• He can play a couple of instruments and has a nice voice, though he doesn’t have an impressive range;

• Nevra hasn’t touched an instrument in years, but he’s always whistling some tune or humming a melody when he’s out and about;

• When Karenn was younger, he sang her old lullabies when she was upset. Not only did his songs distract her but thinking about something familiar would often make her feel better. Even after she grew up, if she’s upset he will still hold her and sing her favourite songs;

• He’s bi with a preference for women;

• My boy has a really weird sense of moral when he left Yaqut. It took him a long time to figure out what he actually thought was right and wrong and separate it from what he was taught;

• He still struggles with that occasionally;

• After the events of the first season... He starts trusting people way less;

• Nevra always struggled a bit with building genuine connections with others but ever since he lost those most important to him he just can’t let more people in, fearing they will also leave;

• He also became even more protective of Karenn since then, and Chrome by extension;

• Nevra has this womaniser, bad boy persona that he built as a way to protect himself and he doesn’t know how to fully get rid of it;

• While he can often try to pretend to be emotionless and distant he is a sensitive soul. Things get to him easily, but since he sees himself as a pillar of support in the guard (in s1 as the leader of the shadow guard and s2 as Huang Hua’s right hand man) and he knows people look up to him as an example, so he doesn’t let it show;

• Drowns himself in work to avoid thinking about things that hurt him;

• Doesn’t like twilight, but he has read it multiple times;

• I think he’s one of those people who really wants to understand why it’s so popular, so every once in a while he’ll pick it up and try to read it with a new perspective but ends up finding new reasons why he dislikes it;

• Ended up learning how to style hair because of his little sister and he’s decent at it;

• If he was in the human world...I can see him being VERY bad at technology and just being able to manage one social media at a time. He would probably have an Instagram account dedicated solely to pictures of Shaitan.

Thoughts:

• I chose Nevra right off the bat lol;

• Look, none of the Eldarya love interests were exactly my type;

• But between all of them, he was the one who caught my attention;

• I really like his first interactions with the mc;

• And when I looked at him i immediately pinned him as the “depressed character with a tragic backstory that hides behind a mask of flirtatiousness” love interest;

• which always have the most interesting routes;

• I’m still disappointed they didn’t give him a character arc. HE HAD SO MUCH POTENTIAL!;

• I love him to death but goodness gracious that man did NOTHING on season one;

• I’m sure I’m not the first one to say this, but I’m absolutely sure the team had a completely different story in mind when they started writing the game but ended up changing the storyline once they decided to tell a darker story;

• And they just... Forgot to add his contributions to the plot;

• Or a character arc;

• Or anything other than just fanservice;

• But really, the little hints of a story that they gave us were so interesting;

• He came from a vampire clan?? They were involved with some shady shit?? He left with his little sister??;

• How old were they?? How long did they travel around until they got to eel?? How was his personality like back then??;

• What made him leave? Why doesn’t he talk about it?;

• Those components could make for such a dramatic, interesting story;

• I had faith they would do something with it;

• I remember being so desperate for some semblance of a character arc that I started theorising that he would eventually join Lance and Leiftan on the dark side;

• That didn’t happen, but now that I’m actively participating in the fandom and not just lurking I’m down to making this an AU;

• But seriously... Even with his lack of story, I still really like him;

• He’s charming and I think his interactions with the MC are very fun! I liked all the little details the writers added that gave him a little more personality;

• Like how he likes dogs and is a good dancer;

• His relationship with Karenn and how caring he was with those under his care;

• Nevra is a very sweet character and he deserves better!

#I didn’t mention this in the ‘’thoughts’’ section but he’s grade A material for angst which I appreciate #I’m sorry for everyone who knows me from the server #I’m sure you heard me screaming about all of this more than once #I just love him okay?? #ALSO #I’m sure that he would start appreciating the little human trinkets that would end up in Eldarya #at least during the years where the guardian was stuck in the crystal #even stupid little things like children’s books or yes eVEN TWILIGHT #they would be harder to come across #but every time he came in contact with something human he’d wonder what the guardian thought of it #even as the memory of them faded and he started giving up on ever seeing them again #he would hold on to some of these things and just think about them #Eldarya #eldarya nevra #eldarya a new era #A new era nevra #I’m on mobile so I’m sorry if this post is wonky #I also didn’t grammar correct it #so if anything is weird #it’s because of that #bee's writing

[youngster-monster]

After me comes the flood

christmas gift for my dear friend @baronetcoins. love you bud, and merry christmas ✨

[set in an AU where their Awoken Hunter, Ayin, came in time to save Cayde during Forsaken, but not his Ghost.]

Ayin paces outside the hangar like a cabal warhound waiting for its beastmaster to cry havoc. The City has been long emptied by the late hour. She’s thankful for it. There is no one here but the Traveler to witness her agitation, the way Light bleeds out of her in fiery sparks trailing down her fingers. She hasn’t had such a weak grasp on her Light for years — not since she was a kinderguardian — but tonight she doesn’t care to control it.

She’s not supposed to be here. In fairness no one’s supposed to be anywhere but in bed at this hour, but she in particular was meant to be out of the City two hours ago, bound for Europa on a mission with her team. 

Something came up.

Something is yet another group of Guardians in the Crucible encasing their opponents in ice coffins. Something is the Kinderguardian she met earlier, who turned to stasis out of curiosity. Something is the complete silence from the Vanguard while the protectors of the City collude with the Darkness.

If they won’t do anything about this, then it’s her duty to convince them… before she does it herself.

Resolution renewed, she strides into the hangar.

It’s empty as expected, mechanics and engineers gone to catch some shut-eye as ship traffic slows for the night. The only source of movement left is the flicker of an old camping light propped up on Holliday’s workbench. Cayde is bent over it, grumbling over some piece of intel or other. Every so often he’ll shift and obscure the feeble light, casting his long shadow over the floor.

She clears her throat lest she catches a knife in the throat. He gets jumpy without Sundance warning him of approaching people.

Cayde whirls around, lifts a hand to his chest as if to still a beating heart he doesn’t, technically, have. “Oh,” he says, relaxing. “It’s you. Hi!”

“Waiting for someone else?”

“Kind of expecting Ikora to come drag me to bed, actually.” He turns to fully  face her and folds his arms with a tired sigh. “Lemme tell you, if you’d told me during her Crucible days that she’d be such a mother hen I’d have called you mad.”

Ayin is hardly prone to mothering anyone, let alone Cayde, but even she can’t deny the spark of concern igniting inside her at the sight of him. His eyes are dim with exhaustion, whatever machinery that keeps him alive running on a third of the power it needs. But more than that he looks weary. Havy. There’s something weighing him down that wasn’t there before.

(Its name is grief, the same one that hounds his footsteps since the Prison of Elders, taking the space Sundance used to fill. He’s better than he used to be — better at hiding it in the daylight at least. But here, with only her as a witness, he lets the full brunt of it show plain on his face.)

“You look terrible,” she says, because it’s easier than I’m worried about you.

“Thanks,” he replies, only half sarcastic, because it’s easier than putting into words the anger-grief-bittersweetness that comes with pity or concern (both interchangeable). Like so many things, Ayin only knows to notice it because she’s done it herself, learned it from him. “So, what can I do for you, Crusader?”

The nickname is affectionate, an in-joke. It’s also a reminder, though he never means it that way.

“I have…” She pauses, unsure how to bring it up. “Concerns.”

“Concerns?”

“About Guardians using stasis.”

“Aah, that’s what I thought.” 

Cayde chuckles, but his whole demeanor changes as he steels himself for a serious conversation. She’s more familiar than most with the seriousness he hides under his jokey behavior, but it’s always a relief to see him take this so seriously. Even if everyone stopped listening to her, she knows Cayde would always let her say her piece.

“Do you know what I saw in the Crucible today?”

“No?”

“Ice bursting through armor. Tornadoes of hail. Stasis, everywhere. And all Shaxx had to say about it was that it’s a tool. ‘A weapon like any other’. He let it happen, like it’s not the very thing we’ve been fighting against all our lives.” Again she starts to pace, almost against her will. Tension runs through her limbs, fingers curling around the hilt of an imaginary knife. She hates this game of politics, of begging the Vanguard to take action when it would only take a word from them to unleash her on this new enemy. “This can’t go on, Cayde. You — the Vanguard — can’t turn a blind eye this time. The Darkness has already taken Io, Titan, Mercury- and now it’s taking Guardians? It’s not going to stop. Not unless we stop it. And this? This ain’t it.”

Out the corner of her eyes she sees him shift, tilt his head in consideration.

“So, what are you suggesting? That we should ban stasis?”

His sceptical tone makes the spark of righteousness flare. He doesn’t get it— be he will, soon. He has to understand she’s right on this. “Yes, exactly!”

Calmly, almost placating, he replies, “People are gonna try their hands at it whether we allow it or not.”

“But if you forbid it, I can hunt them down for it. Bring them to justice.”

Her voice rings in the heavy silence. For a moment, nothing breaks the silence but her breathing and the soft whirring emitting from Cayde. Then,

“Ayin...”

He sounds nearly pleading, but she can’t allow him to interrupt her. Not yet. She can still convince him, she knows it. He has to see her point. He must. 

Breathing deeply, she tries to leash her enthusiasm lest he mistakes it for fanaticism. 

Without his support, she can’t reach the Vanguard, and without the Vanguard, there’s nothing she can do. She learned that from the new Dredgens, and the Renegade who runs after them. It takes more than a single man to take such widespread evil down. Aying doesn’t have that much time. She needs resources, the space and power to lock up her targets, keep them off the streets. She needs the system on her side.

“It’s our job to keep the people of the City safe. Our duty. How can civilians trust us to do that when any Guardian could be another Dredgen Yor in disguise? How can they trust us, when nothing is done to keep them safe from ourselves? We can’t bother with compromise with so much on the line-”

“Ayin.”

She stops her pacing, turns around, ready to beg for a moment more of his attention—

His eyes stop her in her tracks.

Why does he look so sad?

Cayde holds her stare for a second. His shoulders are tense, betraying his seemingly-relaxed position. He looks just like when he has to announce the loss of one of his Hunters, or when he has to send a fireteam on a mission they’re unlikely to come back from unscathed, if at all. Like the words are stuck in his throat, tangled in the wires.

Eventually he gives up on words altogether — she can see it in the working of his jaw, the way the light behind his teeth dims as his vocal processor goes idle again.

Slowly (like he doesn’t want to do it. Like he’s afraid he’ll spook her) he offers her his hand, palm up. Under her watchful gaze, he shifts his fingers minutely—

And frost blooms over the leather of his glove.

Ayin’s breath freezes in her lungs.

Silence settles over them like the second before thunder. Both stare at the ice crystal suspended over his hand. Ayin with mounting horror, and Cayde as an excuse to avoid her eyes. Then, a flick of his wrist shatters it. The shards turn to fine glittering dust on their way down, and then to nothing, never touching the ground. 

For a moment Ayin is overwhelmed by feelings — shock, betrayal, sadness, fear, burning anger. They tangle together, blades interlocked into a sharp ball of hurt, until all she can feel is an odd sort of numbness. Like she’s been cut open and sedated.

“Why?” She whispers.

His sigh turns into fog, briefly leaving his face as nothing but two burning eyes staring at her through the faint cloud.

“You know why I hate being Vanguard so much?”

Ayin snarls at the non sequitur. 

She’s not usually so prone to losing her temper, but the betrayal lit a fire inside her she doesn’t feel like quenching.

“Is this really about hating your job?” 

She hates the way her voice cracks at the end, but Cayde, mercifully, doesn’t react in any way to it. He just shakes his head, faceplate shifting minutely in frustration like he’s trying to explain something and can’t find the words that will make her listen.

“I wouldn’t- It’s about doing the damn job.” He rubs his head like he has a headache, pushes his hood back as his hand trails down to the back of his neck, resting there for a moment. “You said it was your duty- you know what’s a Hunter's duty? It’s being out there, charting unknown places, going where no one’s gone before, all that jazz. Not being stuck in the City. Being a Vanguard, it means sucking at being a Hunter, and- I’m good at being a Hunter, right?”

He’s got the stereotypical recklessness in spades, that’s for sure. 

Not, that’s unfair. Cayde has a core of steel that won’t let him back down in the face of insurmountable odds. That’s what makes him a good Hunter. Reckless as it may seems, it’s a true quality, one she admires and has always tried to emulate. It only makes her angrier at the powder ice still caught in the folds of his clothes. He should have known better.

Unphased by her lack of response, he continues. 

“Turns out that might not even be true, huh? Told them spending that much time in the Tower would make me go soft.” He does that heartbreaking thing, where he tilts his head slightly like he’s expecting Sundance to appear just over his shoulder with something witty to say. “But- it made me think about it. The whole duty thing. I spent all of my time as a Vanguard doing everything I could to go back in the field like I’d do my job better there- and when it went wrong, I had to reflect on like- my mistakes and stuff. And I thought- maybe I approached the issue the wrong way, you know?”

“You’re not answering my question.”

She’s proud to hear her voice stay level despite her frustration. She wants to trust Cayde, trust that he’ll eventually get to the point and explain to her… What? That it all makes sense? That it’s going to be fine? At this point Ayin’s not sure whether she’d rather hear reassurances or apologies. 

Actually she might punch him if he apologies. He’s made a terrible choice: the only thing worse than this would be that he’s unsure about it himself. And as little as she’s willing to be convinced— she wants to be. She wants, for once, to be proven wrong, to see that stasis isn’t as evil as she assumed.

 Anything that will make Cayde’s use of it more bearable.

“I’m gettin’ to it! What I mean is- Hunters are s’posed to scout ahead. First ones in the field, to gather intel and make sure everyone’s got the info they need to do their job and come back safe. We’re the literal vanguard. And with the Darkness moving into the system- we need that kind of assurance. We need someone to jump into the unknown and tell us how far the bottom is.” 

“Somebody always needs to go first,” Ayin says softly, like muscle memory.

Cayde doesn’t bother finishing the saying. She knows it as well as he does. “I can’t do much without a Ghost, but I can do this. I can be there when Guardians need someone to turn to when their new powers go awry. And… yeah, I can be here when one of them needs to be stopped. That’s good enough for me.”

Ayin crushes the hint of pity that rises in her. It wouldn’t go appreciated: Hunters, as a rule, would sooner die than be pitied. And if she lets herself feel pity then she’ll start to think about it. 

She’ll think about the fact that her best friend, her family, is running out of time.

It’s already a miracle he survived the Prison of Elders. Most ghostless don’t make it an hour past their Ghost’s death. But she was there, and she couldn’t save Sundance, but she could save him, and she did. When the night is dark and she finds herself regretting not being fast enough, she always turns to that thought for comfort: she got him out alive. He won’t be there forever, but at least she has a few decades left with him before he ends up like Banshee and starts forgetting her face.

(If she told him about that fear, she knows the first words out of Cayde’s mouth would be “I’d never forget you”. But he doesn’t get to choose. She’s long given up on hoping for the best.)

And now— now he looks her in the eyes, and he tells her he made the one choice that’s sure to shorten these years they have left. She’s seen what happened to Eramis. She can’t bear to imagine it. The dark ice crawling over his limbs, choking what’s left of his light. 

It breaks her heart. 

Not only because she loves him, and she doesn’t want him to be hurt. But because he made the one choice that could drive her away from him.

Taking in the Darkness, supporting the Guardian who made the same terrible decision, accepting help from the very enemy you seek to destroy. This— this isn’t a mystery that needs to be solved. This isn’t terra incognita that needs to be charted. At least not by them. if anyone should do it it’s one of the Awoken Techeuns, or the Warlocks already banished from the City because of their heretical research. Hell, even Eris could do it. Someone who’s already dipped into the dark and is eager to learn more.

Someone who’s already lost. 

Not the one person Ayin can’t bear to lose.

She swallows past the lump in her throat. She closes her shaking hands into fists. Her heart beats unevenly with anger and grief. She pushes all those useless signals aside, tries to find her way to the rational mindset that earned her the nickname of Crusader.

Don’t think about the implications. About the pain and the loss. Set it all aside. Just like in battle.

A great calm settles in her.

“How… could you.” 

Her voice is nearly as cold as the power she came here to plead against.

“I’m sorry, Ayin, but-”

“Don’t. Apologize,” She grits out through clenched teeth. “You’ve seen what happens to those who use stasis! How could you be so- so stupid?”

His eyes narrow, light dimming ever so slightly. “I’m not an idiot, Ayin. I know what I’m doing.”

There’s an edge to Cayde’s voice this time. A note of warning. 

But Ayin is far past listening to the sirens. She is the warning. The receding of the water before a tidal wave; the purple skies before a hurricane.

“Do you? What is this, then, an overly complicated suicide attempt? I didn’t save your ass in the Prison of Elders so you could throw it away-”

“Throwing it away? There’s more to fighting a war than killing the enemy faster than it can kill you. At least I’m helping people.”

The anger simmering in her guts flares, shattering her artificial calm. Her whole body tenses like it’s getting ready to go for the kill.

“Are you saying I’m not?”

He takes a step forward, gestures toward the Hangar — the damage from the Red War that they never got to repairing, the pictures of Guardians swallowed by the encroaching Darkness they pinned to a wall as a memorial. Proofs of past catastrophes.

“Nothing we’ve done so far managed to stop the Darkness. Maybe stasis will help, maybe it won’t, but we have to try.”

“And risk playing right into their hands?”

“If that’s what it takes to survive, yes!”

“We’re supposed to fight the Darkness, not join-”

“World’s changing, kiddo. We do what we have to do to survive-”

“Don’t. Call me. Kid.”

Cayde is reckless, impulsive, and he doesn’t know when to quit. Dogged determination has gotten him out of problems more often than he can count.

But sometimes, it also means he doesn’t think before he talks, and he says things such as,

“Why should I, when you’re just as naive?”

The silence that follows is a living thing. It stretches until it fills every inch of the space and curls around Ayin, swallowing her as well. It’s like she’s trapped inside of her own body, deaf to anything but the hammering of her heart and the roaring of the fire inside her chest. Her mind is stuck in a loop—

(how dare you how dare you how dare you)

(why would you cut me off like that why why why)

(betrayer)

When she comes back to herself there are sparks slowly dying on her fingers, and Cayde’s pinned against the pillar he was leaning against.

They make an odd tableau, the two of them. Her, hand outstretched, still as a marble statue, and Cayde, stopped mid-movement, his own hand reaching for her as if to apologize again, a knife sticking out of the hood of his cape, inches from his neck.

“Ayin, I didn’t mean-”

Then why did you say it?

She doesn’t voice the thought — doesn’t trust herself to stay calm, to miss the next time a knife slips from her fingers. She flexes her fingers, forces herself to relax, slows her breathing.

He lets his hand drop.

When she leaves, she doesn’t look back, and he doesn’t call for her.

#writing #destiny 2 #cayde-6 #ayin seeks

[dansiere]

THE POSITIVE & NEGATIVE; Mun & Muse - Meme.

fill out & repost ♥ This meme definitely favors canons more, but I hope OC’s still can make it somehow work with their own lore, and lil’ fandom of friends & mutuals. Multi-Muses pick the muse you are the most invested in atm. tagged by: @breselin, & @citialiin; thank you for the tag! I was planning on stealing it. tagging: @rosiqe, @noirtux, @goldgliitters, @ndeavor,  @reminiscentsky, @battleshell, @ettards & whoever else wants to do this. Just steal it & tag me. -- go wild.

My muse is:   canon / oc / au / canon-divergent / fandomless / complicated [loosely affiliated mainly due to the fandom’s size. I am quite open to crossovers of any kind, really even if it takes me a while to open up.]

Is your character popular in the fandom? YES / NO. [she is one of the deuteragonists; has been around since the pilot & while she has been sidelined during the epilogue, she was usually at least around with her story arc / actions having a huge impact on the overall story as such.]

Is your character considered hot™ in the fandom?  YES / NO / IDK. [I guess so? Then again, that’s an objective statement so I am just? Assuming? I personally find her general aesthetics to be quite amazing; she is a dance battler, graceful & elegant; a ballerina with a classical theme that runs through her design & attitude like a red threat. I have a weak spot for stuff like that.]

Is your character considered strong in the fandom?  YES / NO / IDK. [surprisingly, Pearl is considered to be the strongest non-fusion Crystal Gem according to the show (until Lapis Lazuli comes around). -- I assume prowess wise Pearl is high up next to Garnet & Rose whenever she can actually get her crap together due to having fought countless battles &, most importantly, survived the war in which she fought & shattered opponents thrice her size.]

Are they underrated?  YES / NO / IDK. [partially yes, partially no. She is controversial for sure but just as popular. At some point, the show delved deeper into her issues & actually had her mess up quite severely; the fandom’s reaction was so harsh that the showrunners had to interfere by “apologizing for making her human”. Pearl has always been a target for extreme criticism; some of it justified, some just straight down ridiculous.  -- It’s easy to forget what kind of complexity a character can offer when her resolution arc happens literally ten episodes before the show ends.]

Were they relevant for the main story?  YES / NO.

Were they relevant for the main character?  YES / NO / THEY’RE THE PROTAG. [Pearl becomes Steven’s guardian / mentor after the death of his mother Rose Quartz & can later be considered his stand-in mother alongside Garnet. It is safe to say that her actions have influenced Steven the most, both negatively & positively.]

Are they widely known in their world?  YES / NO. [she earned herself the title ‘The Renegade’ during the war for being the first (& arguably only) pearl that broke out of her conditioning; she used to be a wanted criminal / traitor to her own kind for 5000 + years until her record was cleared upon the beginning of Era 3 (aka official end of the Gem War). She is still being referred to as ‘The Renegade’ now & then; while she used to be proud of the title she has grown to resent it a lot these days.]

How’s their reputation?  GOOD / BAD / NEUTRAL. [it depends on who you ask; Homeworld Soldiers? Well, they despise her; she is a defective Gem & a war criminal. She stands for all that is wrong with the rebellion; I mean a pearl who refuses to serve & calls herself an individual? a warrior? THE SCANDAL!! Some soldiers are afraid of her, call her ‘Rose Quartz’ terrifying renegade’, even. However, in her ranks aka the rebellion, she is being seen as a silent heroine. A celebrated war hero, Rose Quartz’s right hand & sole confidante (some even whisper that there is more between them).]

How strictly do you follow canon?  — uh... well. Not really but... kinda? Steven Universe’s canon is messy & occasionally QUITE inconsistent. -- while it gives you vague details, some lore can best be compared to a gaping void. Thus my reason for partial divergence isn’t lack of good character writing (because Pearl is very, very complex even on screen), but rather inconvenient lore holes & SU’s habit of leaving important facts uncommented, “unshown” or just stuck between the lines. While I don’t mind deep analysis, some of those “buried facts” fly other people’s heads which leads to terrible, terrible fanon takes. -- in order to distance myself from that, I usually take canon & expand it with my own headcanons & metas based on lore / show analysis. I often alter / cut what does not fit my narrative BUT I always root my stuff in actual canon occurrences.

     Sometimes, I just straight down change certain things that canon messed up in my pov. For example, in order to make it explicitly clear that she fell in love & rebelled on her own volition (even if it has been confirmed like ten times by now), my Pearl is around 1500 years older than the original & (in)directly served White Diamond before being handed to Pink (not the only reason for that change but well I will elude on it eventually). She was a default pearl with no customization & usually spent most of her time with organizing matters in the palace until Pink accidentally broke her customized pearl; Pearl was then 'poofed’ & handed over; she possessed a more sensible personality & a strict rule protocol that was supposed to help her “raise” Pink Diamond into the ranks of a ruler. Most other changes are rather minor but very important or essential to my portrayal (for example whenever “A Single Pale Rose” is concerned: Pearl suggesting the “sealing of the secret”, her not wearing the dress from the beginning, her not calling Pink “my diamond”, her arguing with Pink long before the fake-shattering took place, etc etc.); the epilogue series is another can of worms I will get to eventually but lemme just say I didn’t really like the way Pearl behaved / the plot-bound ooc-ness she sometimes yielded to & other stuff. 

SELL YOUR MUSE! Aka try to list everything, which makes your muse interesting in your opinion to make them spicy for your mutuals.  —  well, she is a lesbian space rock from a strange universe; whose body is basically a manifestation of light? She is probably the most passionate being you will ever meet. -- if you are looking for a speedrun through human history, she is your gal. If you need someone to beat up some bullies, she will gladly come & smack sense into people; if you want to learn everything about Gemkind, sit down & listen because she won’t stop talking any time soon. 

     By definition, Pearl is a good person; the extreme loyal kind, absolutely & helplessly dedicated to a cause. She wears most of her emotions on her sleeve, comes off as genuinely caring, protective & trustworthy. She is empathetic & observant, she will always be there for you in one way or another. She is smart, loves to read & indulges in the higher arts such as (romantic) poetry, singing, painting, music (violin, piano, bass) & dance (predominately classic ballet / waltz but she has grown rather fond of jazz lately). Her knowledge about Earth & all that lays beyond is vast & if you ever want to see whatever is out there, she is the type to take you on a space tour with no questions asked. She fences, has learned to wield a lance, can engineer very well, has a very peculiar but... sorta adorable kind of humour that can either be hella obnoxious or super funny. There is no in-between. Pearl loves science, baking, housekeeping, ice-& roller-skating & is more than willing to take people along whenever she visits the rink. If you ask her for advice, she will gladly give it; if you need help, she will be the first to raise her hand. Pearl is orderly, has a strong sense of justice & a fierce, dedicated kind of resolve. 

Now the OPPOSITE, list everything why your muse could not be so interesting (even if you may not agree, what does the fandom perhaps think?).  —  Pearl. Is. A. Mess. No questions asked. She is an introverted, nervous, neurotic, grief-- & trauma riddled mess who loves to pretend & rationalize things to death. Her self-esteem is abysmal, she is extremely jealous, obsessive & possessive [to the point where she straight up murdered men just because they dared to be around her girlfriend]. Her mind is a compartmentalized mess of repressed memories & heavy, untreated cptsd woven into it; Pearl lives too much inside her head & gets overwhelmed by her emotions far too easily; she feels too much all at once & lets her temper get the best of her. 

     She is self-centred, does not seem to understand that words & reckless actions hurt people, believes that only she deserves to grieve Rose & willingly destroyed relationships just to soak in her own misery; self-destruction is her forte & she will indulge in it no matter the consequences. She is often high-strung, judgemental, always has to be right, overachieves & overdoes whenever a chance is given. -- she can be petty, arrogant & desperate for validation. --  Needless to say, Pearl is the kind of person that pretends to be fine for years but once she cracks she reveals that she is anything but. -- she cannot move on, hates men, & just is a lot to deal with. Getting in touch with her means you run the risk to get dragged into her mess, whenever you want it or not. 

What inspired you to rp your muse?  —  first & foremost, my love for complex, purpose-driven female characters. I am a sucker for the “introvert, plagued lady” type & once parts of Pearl’s past were revealed during Season 1 I was sold. Pearl seemed relatable to me, extremely human & raw in her behaviour. While I love most of the SU cast equally, Pearl just wouldn’t let me go. Her aesthetic is amazing, her past intriguing. -- her connection to ballet & classical music, her elegant & graceful design just spoke to me. 

What keeps your inspiration going?  —  music. music. oh, and music. Poetry, long walks (I am not kidding), analysis, meta & hc writing, discussions with writing partners or my rl partner @rosiqe.

Some more personal questions for the mun.

Give your mutuals some insight about the way you are in some matters, which could lead them to get more comfortable with you or perhaps not.

Do you think you give your character justice?  YES / NO / I SINCERELY HOPE I DO? [ despite my emo peculiar take on the character, I do hope that people hear her voice whenever they read my replies. ]

Do you frequently write headcanons?  YES / NO / SORT OF? [ I wish I could post more but I am very, very slow & a perfectionist at heart. -- I try to compensate for my lack of actual hcs by rambling in my tags. Most part of the time said ramblings include personal headcanons or analyses of specific scenes that include personal takes on pivotal situations; while I gather & write them down eventually, it can take me a long time to get stuff done. -- it is easier for me to jus blabber on & on in the tags. ]

Do you sometimes write drabbles?  YES / NO [ all my ask replies are drabbles, ngl. ]

Do you think a lot about your Muse during the day? YES / NO

Are you confident in your portrayal?   YES / NO / SORT OF? [... a sore topic. While I love my headcanons & have gotten quite proud of my writing over time, I constantly doubt myself regarding the “ic”-ness of my responses. I like to believe that I am doing rather well, but I am not confident, no. ]

Are you confident in your writing?  YES / NO. [ it took me a long time to develop my style; while I always struggle to believe in my portrayal I am quite confident in my writing as such. I know it’s not everyone’s cup of tea but in general? I am proud of it. ]

Are you a sensitive person?  YES / NO. / SORTA.

Do you accept criticism well about your portrayal?  —  Well, yes. As long as it is the constructive kind. I love receiving feedback, may it be negative or positive. I will most likely try to discuss criticism with you; aka if you (i.e) tell me that Pearl shouldn’t have (C)PTSD, I will deliver canon proof & state my reasoning for my decision to implement it in my canon, etc. What I will not do is tolerate character hate or unreasonable hate towards my writing. Be assured that I will never headcanon something that has no solid footing in canon.

Do you like questions, which help you explore your character?  —  ABSOLUTELY. Send me random hc / meta asks, I beg you.

If someone disagrees to a headcanon of yours, do you want to know why?  —  sure. As stated above, I will probably discuss stuff with you. The chance of me dropping a headcanon however are rather low.

If someone disagrees with your portrayal, how would you take it?  —  Hm... it depends on what they don’t like. If it’s my writing, well, why are you following me to begin with?? If it is my take on things... well again, why are you following me? I stated in my rules what you should expect & that I will not water down specific aspects of a complex character. Disliking my portrayal is fine since I know that my kind of writing / analysis isn’t necessarily everyone’s tea but... again, why would you keep following me?

If someone really hates your character, how do you take it?  —  um. Not... well? While I will never excuse my muse’s actions, I dislike groundless bashing. In regard to Pearl... well. As stated above, I expected backlash the second I created this blog. Pearl is one of those characters the fandom either loves or hates; her canon relationship to Rose was branded toxic by a ton of people, people call her uncaring, salty, insane & straight up manic, she seemingly has no redeeming qualities, she is a bitch, too perfect (LOL) or arrogant & apparently has no character? I love it when people say stuff like that because... did we watch the same show? Is there a version of SU I don’t know? Please tell me, I wanna see it for myself! Some hot takes in this fandom are atrocious & make me want to commit a crime. 

     -- but I digress. I have spent too much time in her tag in 2014 + & I have seen quite the fights over the most ridiculous things; Pearl, in particular, got quite the flack for stuff that eventually got resolved in season 5 [which, again, was way too late but well]. In the end, clowns will be clowns, no matter what you do. I just don’t get why you would follow someone if you hate their character to begin with.

Are you okay with people pointing out your grammatical errors?  —  yes, but please don’t be rude about it. I am German, English is my second language. I am currently learning Swedish / improving my Swedish so mistakes can always happen. Additionally, I am someone who posts her replies in the middle of the night & while I proofread a lot & most likely fix posts after I posted ‘em, some mistakes can still slip through. 

Do you think you are easy going as a mun?   —  ... I like to believe I am but I know that I am overly passionate & I can come off as too strong or too fierce sometimes. I can be too much, I can be too excentric (I’m a Scorpio, Karen); I have strong opinions in regard to my characters & I will not hold them back. I criticise shows mercilessly & I will plough through canon as much as I please. Stans & I usually don’t get along. HOWEVER, I am a meme. I love lame jokes, I am awkward, & sometimes very, very insecure. In the end,  I just wanna talk about my favourite characters & develop sth wonderful. I keysmash unironically, I use old memes unironically. I mean I have been writing for ten + years & I am about to smooth sail post the 24 age border aka I will turn 25 soon which renders me old according to tumblr standards. I am just here to have fun before the staff comes to lock my account down due to my status as an rp-senior. -- yeah... that is the kind of stupid ass humor I mean. I digress but... please, I am an awkward, rambling mess, just hit me up via dms & you will see what I mean. 

#[[ this took me way too long honestly but I finally did it. If you find some spelling or grammar errors keep 'em. I got tired #njfuwefhe but yeah if you need some blog data?? This is prob your best bet ]] #ooc. 𝗮 𝘄𝗶𝗹𝗱 𝘀𝗻𝗮𝗶𝗹 𝗮𝗽𝗽𝗲𝗮𝗿𝗲𝗱.

[doodlebugsandbumblebees]

You are straight-up a very sweet Hufflepuff whom I would be delighted to know any and everything about, so is it alright if I go ahead and ask EVERY question for the question meme?

Awww, wow!!  That really means a lot, thank you so much!

Alright here we go then!  We’re going to get to know me a whole lot better lol because these questions are pretty fun.  Obviously this will be a pretty long post so I’m putting it all under the read more

weird asks that say a lot

1. coffee mugs, teacups, wine glasses, water bottles, or soda cans?

Coffee mugs I think.  I have a pretty big collection of those.

2. chocolate bars or lollipops?

This one is hard!  Probably chocolate bars though.

3. bubblegum or cotton candy?

Cotton candy 100%.

4. how did your elementary school teachers describe you?

Hmmmm, I think hardworking and sweet came up a lot?  I was very much a teacher’s pet and the perfectionist anxiety set in early lol so I was a busy, over-achieving bee.

5. do you prefer to drink soda from soda cans, soda bottles, plastic cups or glass cups?

I prefer soda bottles.  Glass bottles especially.

6. pastel, boho, tomboy, preppy, goth, grunge, formal or sportswear?

It really depends?  But I guess I’m more tomboy style than anything else.

7. earbuds or headphones?

Earbuds because I like to have one in and one out so I can still hear what’s going around me.

8. movies or tv shows?

TV shows because I like having more time to get to know the characters (and domestic/casual situations for overpowered or zany characters are way more likely to happen in a show than a movie and I live for those lol).

9. favorite smell in the summer?

Rain on pavement because it just storms and storms in the summer and it’s so nice.

10. game you were best at in p.e.?

Hmmm I was good at anything that involved running?  And games that involved those wheely board things you sat on and scooted around on were always fun.

11. what you have for breakfast on an average day?

It varies?  Bagels or toast most often I guess.

12. name of your favorite playlist?

Sick beats.

13. lanyard or key ring?

Key ring with a little stuffed animal on it.  Right now mine has a bee on it and I love it.

14. favorite non-chocolate candy?

Jolly ranchers.

15. favorite book you read as a school assignment?

Tuesdays with Morrie was pretty good.

16. most comfortable position to sit in?

Criss-cross.

17. most frequently worn pair of shoes?

My plain white sneakers.  They’re not real pretty or anything but they’re very comfy and I don’t have to think about whether they match things.

18. ideal weather?

Partially cloudy all day, storm in the afternoon, cool in the evening.

19. sleeping position?

Always on one of my sides.

20. preferred place to write (i.e., in a note book, on your laptop, sketchpad, post-it notes, etc.)?

Notes on my phone or on my laptop with my typewriter keyboard.

21. obsession from childhood?

The Lion King and anything related to it.

22. role model?

Jane Goodall has been at least one of my role models since I was ten, but my mom is a big one too.

23. strange habits?

I’m still getting over periodically chewing my fingers?  Does that count?  I also have a quirk when it comes to touching certain metal things but especially coins so when someone hands me change I do everything I can to avoid touching it and hold it in the bills if I can.

24. favorite crystal?

Kinds of crystals I presume?  I’ve always liked rose quartzes and amethysts (especially amethyst geodes since I have a couple of those).

25. first song you remember hearing?

Probably something from Tarzan or Mary Poppins since those were my childhood movies.  So Stepping Time from Mary Poppins would be a good guess.

26. favorite activity to do in warm weather?

Swimming.

27. favorite activity to do in cold weather?

Walking around in it because it’s hardly ever truly cold here and I like to savor it.

28. five songs to describe you?

I change music taste every five minutes so I’m going to say songs that describe me right now are brand new by ben rector, just a quail by louie zong, turning out by ajr, everything stays by olivia olson, and hooked on a feeling by blue swede.

29. best way to bond with you?

It’s all in the time.  I get attached to people pretty easy as long as they’re nice and we can goof around, have fun, and talk about whatever.  So putting time in to hang out means a lot to me.

30. places that you find sacred?

Hmmm, being deep in forests feels sacred to me so there are certain waterfall hikes in the smokey mountains and along the blue ridge parkway and in Hawaii that seem very special to me.  And then disney world and disneyland will always have a sacredness to them for me because they’ve meant so much to me and the happiness it brings people is pretty magical.

31. what outfit do you wear to kick ass and take names?

My comfy jean shorts and either my yellowish flannel or my guardians of the galaxy shirt with my rebel jacket. 

32. top five favorite vines?

Caterpillar Rave

I Smell Like Beef

I Could’ve Dropped My Croissant

Michael with a B

This Is The Comedy Police

Honorable Mention: FR E S H A VOCA DO

33. most used phrase in your phone?

Probably “okay cool” because I say that a lot.

34. advertisements you have stuck in your head?

We are farmers, bum bud um bum bum bum bum.

35. average time you fall asleep?

1 AM.

36. what is the first meme you remember ever seeing?

Oh gosh the first one… probably one of those vines up there.  It might have been fre shavocado.  This was a long time ago though.

37. suitcase or duffel bag?

Suitcase.

38. lemonade or tea?

Tea because I can’t drink citrus without it setting my mouth on fire lol.

39. lemon cake or lemon meringue pie?

Lemon cake but I don’t have it often for the reason listed above.

40. weirdest thing to ever happen at your school?

Some kids in elementary did something weird in the trees behind our school because the teachers weren’t watching them (I never knew exactly what it was but it was Bad tm) but the teachers didn’t know exactly who it was so they punished the whole grade and we were forced to only play kickball during recess for like 7 months and it was the worst.  It’s not exactly weird per say but I always found it wild that the only conceivable thing they could think to do to solve this problem was force a bunch of scrawny, socially awkward, miserable children to play ground baseball with a permanently half-deflated rubber ball.

41. last person you texted?

My brother.

42. jacket pockets or pants pockets?

Pants pockets but only because I don’t get to use jacket pockets as often as I would like to.

43. hoodie, leather jacket, cardigan, jean jacket or bomber jacket?

I’m completely tied between hoodies and bomber jackets.

44. favorite scent for soap?

Ocean.

45. which genre: sci-fi, fantasy or superhero?

These are my three faves, not fair!!  Sigh, probably superhero because even with sci-fi and fantasy my faves tend to be my faves because they have superhero elements.  The colors, the Drama, the angst, the powers??  What’s not to love.

46. most comfortable outfit to sleep in?

Baggy t-shirt and athletic shorts.

47. favorite type of cheese?

Smoked gouda.

48. if you were a fruit, what kind would you be?

Watermelon.

49. what saying or quote do you live by?

“Keep moving forward.” from Meet the Robinsons most, but I also like “The bottom line is if you take a chance in life sometimes good things happen, sometimes bad things happen but, honey, if you don’t take a chance nothing happens.” from Dorothy in Golden Girls.

50. what made you laugh the hardest you ever have?

I don’t know about the hardest I ever have (because I am very lucky and have a very funny family so I laugh a lot) but watching vine compilations for the very first time with my siblings made me laugh really hard.

51. current stresses?

Fitting everything in.  Days just don’t feel long enough and social situations plus school stuff always get to me but I’m doing okay.

52. favorite font?

I do like times new roman even if it’s used a lot but I’ve been using the font yananeska for calligraphy stuff lately and it’s a cool one.

53. what is the current state of your hands?

They’re always a bit dry and on the warmish side but they’re pretty good.

54. what did you learn from your first job?

Have never had a job job but I volunteered in a library for like three years and it taught me to enjoy the details, slow down and enjoy the quiet, simple tasks, appreciate really excited kids, and try to help people whenever I can.

55. favorite fairy tale?

Aladdin or beauty and the beast I suppose?  I like that there’s multiple ways to interpret those stories and that they can be played with in some fun ways because they’re such interesting concepts by themselves.

56. favorite tradition?

How cities all over the world string up lights on things in the winter.  It means something different to everyone and some do it and some don’t which is totally fine, but this idea of lighting up the world during the bleakest month, and how some people go all out with colors and patterns and synced to music, and how everyone does it a bit different, and how entire cities are just smothered in lights means a lot to me.  I think it’s a very cool and very human thing to do.

57. the three biggest struggles you’ve overcome?

The tough year before my family moved, getting through my really intense anxiety years where I couldn’t travel in cars for more than fifteen minutes without throwing up, and my month away at art school.

58. four talents you’re proud of having?

Hmmm, I guess I’m pretty proud of my writing ability, my singing voice, my art skills, and my ability to talk to anyone.

59. if you were a video game character, what would your catchphrase be?

Probably something goofy like “YEET” or some variation of “That’s bonkers” because I do say those a lot.

60. if you were a character in an anime, what kind of anime would you want it to be?

Superhero.

61. favorite line you heard from a book/movie/tv show/etc.?

“That’s all it is, a leap of faith.” from Spiderman: Into the Spiderverse is still pretty special to me.  As is “I never thought I could do any of this stuff, but I can.” same movie.

62. seven characters you relate to?

Aaaaaaaa another hard one.  Whoo boy, right now my gut instinct is probably: Judy Hopps (Zootopia), Miles Morales (Into the Spiderverse), Raph (Rise of the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles), Spiderham (Into the Spiderverse), Hagrid (Harry Potter), the firbolg (the adventure zone), and Sam-I-Am (Green Eggs and Ham).

63. five songs that would play in your club?

At the moment I would want you make my dreams by hall & oates, cantina band by John Williams, the bones by maren morris and hozier, hooked on a feeling by blue swede, and backflip by rivers cuomo to play.

64. favorite website from your childhood?

Coolmathgames.

65. any permanent scars?

I have a round scar on my elbow from when I skidded across the ground after crashing my bicycle.

66. favorite flower(s)?

I like lotus flowers, gardenias, and plumerias.

67. good luck charms?

My DnD dice, rocks (like my obsidian, sodalites, and amethysts), and my ten little lucky owl statues in different colors.

68. worst flavor of any food or drink you’ve ever tried?

Beverly soda is the worst but a specific flavor I really don’t like is pickles.

69. a fun fact that you don’t know how you learned?

Mantis shrimps punch so fast that the water around their punch boils.  Also they have seventeen color receptors compared to our 3.

70. left or right handed?

Right handed.

71. least favorite pattern?

I’m not quite sure?  I’m not crazy about optical illusions that look sort of smeared and are all black and white because they hurt my eyes so probably those.

72. worst subject?

I’m not great with math or sports, but I’ve gotten a handle on math as of late.

73. favorite weird flavor combo?

I’m not sure if they’re weird but I’m willing to try a lot so ketchup and mayonnaise is great, barbecue sauce and cheez-its is very good, and apples dipped in nacho cheese or salsa is not bad.

74. at what pain level out of ten (1 through 10) do you have to be at before you take an advil or ibuprofen?

I think 4.

75. when did you lose your first tooth?

I think I was five?  Not sure.

76. what’s your favorite potato food (i.e. tater tots, baked potatoes, fries, chips, etc.)?

Baked potatoes but fries are very close.

77. best plant to grow on a windowsill?

Aloe plants.

78. coffee from a gas station or sushi from a grocery store?

I don’t eat sushi so coffee from a gas station.

79. which looks better, your school id photo or your driver’s license photo?

School id photo.

80. earth tones or jewel tones?

Jewel tones.

81. fireflies or lightning bugs?

Lightning bugs.

82. pc or console?

Console.

83. writing or drawing?

Probably writing because it’s more straightforward to me but it depends.

84. podcasts or talk radio?

Podcasts.

84. barbie or polly pocket?

Barbie.

85. fairy tales or mythology?

Mythology because it gets wild so fast and cracks me up sometimes.

86. cookies or cupcakes?

Cupcakes.

87. your greatest fear?

Being annoying or mean without realizing it and driving people away.  I’m constantly scared I’m going to mess everything up which I need to work on because it’s hard to live that way.

88. your greatest wish?

Going to get a bit cheesy but to someday be a zoologist with some fun hobbies, travel often, feel satisfied with my life, and spend my days with someone I truly love and have a lot of fun with.

89. who would you put before everyone else?

Anyone in my family because we’re really close and they would do that for me.

90. luckiest mistake?

Probably going to an up-ity art school for a month a few years ago because while I was extremely depressed, homesick, and felt like a big failure the whole time, if I hadn’t done that and had my dreams crushed by some mean professors I might have gone there for a whole semester and spent a bajillion dollars to learn the same thing.  And it inevitably put me at the school I’m at now which I’m very very happy with and suits me so much better.

91. boxes or bags?

I like boxes.

92. lamps, overhead lights, sunlight or fairy lights?

Fairy lights because I’m a sucker for colors.

93. nicknames?

Doodlebug is the biggest one.

94. favorite season?

Fall.  Colors, halloween, thanksgiving, cooler weather, I love it ALL.

95. favorite app on your phone?

Spotify.

96. desktop background?

A painting of a whale shark from the Georgia aquarium because going there was a big deal for me and it’s very pretty.

97. how many phone numbers do you have memorized?

Maybe 3?  I don’t have to memorize them much anymore lol.

98. favorite historical era?

I kind of like the 1920s aesthetic these days but I love very scattered things about history so picking one era is tough.

#thank you very very much for the ask! #I had fun doing this and it was way more than I expected when I reblogged that post so I appreciate it #sorry its so long I have no restraint lol #asks #about me #long post

[tigereyes45]

Should Be

Entry for @infogremlinmelise ‘s contest.

Prompts used: Dark prompt Lost, and slightly some Injury

Ship: Angor Rot/Draal

Draal doesn’t remember waking up. He also doesn’t remember how he ended up above all the water in the crystal cave. Why the cave was almost filled completely with water was another question. Where the others were, was his largest. He sits alone, hugging his legs to his chest with his remaining arm. The cave was filled with the echoes of air from outside. It almost sounded like humans moaning. When they get loud he thinks of them.

He thinks of training Jim in the backyard. Of Toby always trailing right behind the trollhunter. Even when he didn’t have a weapon. He thinks of Claire and how easily she impressed Trollmarket. He thinks of Blinky and Aaarrrgghh!!! watching after the humans. They did so with such an air of care. He knew they could be gentle. Draal had just never seen so much of it from other trolls before.

He misses his family. Searching the filled-in cave for his arm was slowly driving him insane.

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Angor Rot woke up in darkness. It wasn’t the first time. He had been locked in darkness for so many years before. His soul trapped inside of Morgana’s grasp. Angor flinches. He isn’t sure if it is at the thought or the neverending quiet. Now he knows that his soul is no longer hers. He became his own again. Whole, with just a sliver of her power that he had asked for in the beginning.

This isn’t The Shadow Realm. He knows that much at least. It doesn’t feel like he’s swimming. The dark is there, but there is no substance in it. He couldn’t really move. There was nothing. Angor tries to move his limbs. Stretching was all he could manage. This place was an absence. A black hole where anything unlucky enough to fall in is sealed away. It’s not where Morgana went. So at least she was somewhere else. He knows it could be worse.

He should be dead. The trollhunters must believe he is. So why wasn’t he?

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Draal doesn’t know how long it was before he got up. He never found his arm. So he climbed out alone. He fell into the water a few times. Even as he left he could still hear the sounds of his splashing vibrating off the walls.  The water sings a song as he runs into a caved-in entrance.

The water forms a beat along with his moves. He would throw a rock away, then a wave would smack the wall. Another rock more waves. It almost lulls him into a trance. The only thing that keeps Draal from falling into a dull sense of living was a bit of sunshine. It caught on his horns before ever gracing his eyes. Yet the flash was just enough to pull his attention away from his work.

It was at the very top. Just a little crack at the top of the cave in. It was the first time he had seen natural light. The glow of the crystals had begun to feel normal. Now Draal remembers how ethereal they were the first time he saw them. When he realizes what the light means, Draal’s chest falls. He would have to wait for nightfall, or else he would die as soon as he escapes.

He sighs out of frustration. If he had both hands he would have slammed them together. Instead, all Draal can do is slide his back down a wall, and the back of his arm into it. He was trapped.

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Angor Rot covers his eyes when a bright light appears. It was as bright as the sun on a hot afternoon. He would never understand humans. The light grows larger. It replaces all the darkness in this realm. He thinks to run from it, but remembers he could not move. The dark was empty. Angor Rot was sure the light would be just as empty.

As it engulfs him he burns. His skin grows hard as the light swallows him whole. He has no idea what was happening, but this must be his way to die. This would finally kill him.

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Draal crawls out of the cave as soon as there was enough space. He wouldn’t say it was slipping out as much as scraping his body over the pile of stones. Besides a few sparks, scratches, and his teeth aching, it was over quickly. Relatively painlessly. Blinky would have something for him. If the pain even lasts that long. Draal imagines it is a long walk back to Trollmarket. Especially since he has no memories of how he got here.

Days were spent wandering around aimlessly. He chose to go opposite of the waterfall. Following the stars he recognized. They were just as strange as this place was.

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Angor woke up in the middle of a forest. A leaf landing in his empty eye socket startled him up. He threw his arm out. An attempt to push back any enemy. The leaf falls gently into his lap.

It was an ugly crusty brown. There were small holes scattered throughout it. It was dead and decaying. Just like him. He had been the leaf for hundreds of years now.

A crash through the trees and Angor was back on the ground. Pinned under a large blue troll he is stuck on his back. He reaches for his knife. Grasping at empty air he realizes it must have gone where Morgana had.

"Who are you?" He asks cautiously growing still. He could not fight if he could not get up. Already his strength refused to move the giant troll.

The troll shifts slowly above him. Careful to avoid the sunspots breaking through the leaves. His large horns have speckles of grey in them now. He was burnt.

The apologetic look on Draal's face quickly changes to disdain.

"You!"

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Draal was angry. How had he found Angor Rot here? Did the assassin stay behind to make sure he was dead? The caves were a few days travel away now. If that was his job he was doing poorly at it.

Draal pins the ancient troll's hands down. He would have no tricks from him today. "Why are you out here Angor Rot?"

"I could ask you the same thing, but I assure you I have no idea."

The confusion he felt must have been clear as a full moon on his face. Angor's eye rolls in its socket. "You've been gone for a while. Were you lost little warrior?"

He squeezes his arms tightly. Once he hears the slight cracking Draal lessens his grip. The other troll looks unbothered. If anything he was only slightly annoyed. “Do not talk down to me,”

“Hard to do from on the ground. If you want to get back to the trollhunter then get off.”

“You know where Jim is?”

“Last time I saw him, he was in Arcadia.”

“So do you know where we are?”

“No,” Angor Rot admits looking mildly bored now. “But I have ways to find out.”

Draal sneers and pushes his face closer. “How do I know this isn’t one of Gunmar’s tricks?”

“Gunmar is dead.”

That was enough to cause Draal to lax his hold. He falls back a little as the news settles in. Gunmar was dead? How long had he been trapped? How had he survived Angor Rot’s poison? Draal’s world felt as if it was collapsing in on him. He needed to get back to his friends. Now.

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Angor jumps out of Draal’s hold. The larger blue troll looks stun. He brushes off some of the dead forest remains. The troll must have been lost and alone for days at least. The last time he had seen him was, wait.

“How did you survive?”

“I woke up in the crystal cave. It was filled with water. I spent so much time alone, watching my reflection in the water, trying to find my,” his words drift off as he looks at the stump.

“H-how did Gunmar die?”

“The trollhunter killed him.”

“He did?” A bit of pride slips into his voice. His body straightens up a bit. Draal seems to forget all about the fact that they were enemies.

“Yes,” Angor looks around the forest. The sun was beginning to sink. “Where are the caves from here?”

Draal gestures towards the SouthEast of them. He looks up at the setting sun with annoyance. With how many sun poison spots he had, it had caused him plenty of grievance today.

“Why did he not kill you?”

It was a reasonable question. Angor had expected it to come sooner. “I betrayed Morgana.”

His eyes grow wide and Draal once again grabs Angor with his good hand. “Morgana! She was freed? Jim, was he-”

“Fine son of Kajingar. Jim was fine. The girl, Claire, sealed her away.”

A smile spreads over Draal’s face as light fills his eyes. He wraps his arm around Angor and lifts him up with ease. “Great news! That, that is just great news!” He drops him and cheers. “I must get back. The trollhunter has had quite an adventure during my absence.”

With curiosity he watches Draal cheer. “Why?”

“Why what?”

“Why do you need to get back? The trollhunter is doing fine without you.” He didn’t know the changes Jim had gone through. Or how Arcadia has changed. Would any of them still be there? After all, neither of them know how long they had been away.

“It doesn’t matter if he needs me. I swore to protect the trollhunter. So I will return to do just that.”

“Do you have any idea where you’re going?”

Draal’s silence answers all of his questions.

“You would never make it back. The sun would take you before then.”

“I must try!” There was the temper Angor was used to. It was the first familiar thing he had experienced since returning. Maybe the light had a reason for freeing him. Perhaps some greater power wanted him he. Or this could all be another trick from Morgana. If she had found a way to still manipulate the world with her powers from the Shadow Realm then she truly was unstoppable.

“Do you know the way?” Draal asks watching him suspiciously now.

“Yes,” he lies.

“Then show me.”

“Why?”

Draal looks down at his arm. He couldn’t think of a reason.

“If I help you back then I want a guarantee.”

“A guarantee?”

“From the trollhunter. A guarantee that I can go and be left alone. I don’t want to fight anymore. WIth Gunmar dead and Morgana sealed I have earned my peace. You are his guardian. You can convince Jim to make the promise.”

“How do you know he will keep it?”

Angor raises an eyebrow. The trollhunter was a lot of things but he had only ever broken his word once. To simply leave someone alone, well that was a simple task for him to keep.

Draal laughs. “True.” He had said nothing, and yet Draal knew the truth. Jim was honorable. More so then most of the trolls he surrounds himself with. He holds out his hand.

“We have a deal?”

“Yes.” Draal agrees and Angor pushes his hand down.

“Follow me son of Kajingar. Or else we will be lost in these woods forever.”

Without argument, he falls behind Angor. Silence fills the air between them as they move from shade to shade. They had until sunrise to find safety. As well as several days journey to make it back. It would be agonizing, he is sure. He had never known the warrior to be quiet save for when he was under Gunmar’s control. He would have questions. After all, Angor had been the one to try and kill him. He was also the one who betrayed his own side at the last minute. Draal had no idea what happened after the cave.

He knew nothing about Merlin or Morgana. Had no idea of Gunmar’s defeat or Jim’s change. These days would be filled with Draal asking questions. With Angor deflecting most of them. In a way, he was looking forward to seeing the other trolls face. It would be interesting, to say the least. If he survives the long journey ahead with Angor.

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Of Gods and Men Summary:

When the gods returned to Gielinor, their minds were only on one thing: the Stone of Jas, a powerful elder artefact in the hands of Sliske, a devious Mahjarrat who stole it for his own ends and entertainment. He claims to want to incite another god wars, but are his ulterior motives more sinister than that? And can the World Guardian, Jahaan, escape from under Sliske’s shadow?

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QUEST 08: MARK OF ZEMOUREGAL

QUEST SUMMARY:

Because of Jahaan’s betrayal of Zamorak during their heist of the Stone of Jas, Zemouregal takes the matter of revenge into his own hands. When Jahaan looks to get even, he enlists the help of his Mahjarrat allies to take the fight to Zemouregal…

CHAPTER 2: EYE FOR AN EYE

Ahh, Prifddinas. The greatest city of the elves. Nay, the greatest settlement in all of Gielinor! Since hearing the tales of a crystal empire as a child, Jahaan had always wanted to visit. However, they didn’t let just anyone in, and their seclusion was part of why they’d survived since the First Age without external conflict. Throughout the God Wars the elves protected themselves by erecting massive granite walls across their eastern border, refusing to involve themselves in the conflicts of the other gods, as was their goddess’ intention. The aforementioned goddess? Seren, a name spoken in curiosity among the other races of Gielinor. Nobody really knew too much about the origins of the crystalline goddess, only that she brought the elves from their homeworld of Tarddiad. The legend goes that Seren became mesmerised by the elves and their way of living, and upon seeing one of them die of age, was overcome with such great sorrow that she tried to use her godly powers to extend their lifespan. However, in doing so, she accidentally tied them to her, causing them to grow ill and perish when out of her presence for too long. Thus, when Guthix’s Edicts required Seren to depart, she shattered herself into a million crystal fragments so that a part of her would always be with her elves. At some point towards the end of the Fifth Age, Seren had been reformed, and lived among her elves once more. At some point during its history, tales claim that Prifddinas had somehow, miraculously, reverted to the size of a single crystal seed. Yes, the largest settlement in all of Gielinor had shrunk to the size of an acorn, with the residents inside frozen in time. To top it all off, the legend claims that the elders of Prifddinas sung the city back to life.

Whether that was true or not, Jahaan was very skeptical. The saying goes that stranger things have happened, but, really, have they?

But when Jahaan emerged on a tall hilltop, surrounded by luscious forests and looking down over the crystal walls of the city, elven history was the furthest thing from his mind.

He’d never seen such shades of green before. Not murky likes the swamps of Morytania, not artificial like how greenery in Falador felt, not tainted like the plant life in Canifis and Draynor. Even the gnomes couldn’t lay claim to such a brilliant shade of nature’s favourite colour; this was what the elder gods had intended when they wove forests out of the anima. But the only thing more brilliant than the shades of nature were the crystals, shining like diamonds in the glow of the morning sun.

The entire city was constructed from these crystals, a substitute from the bulky wood and crude stone seen across most of Gielinor. The craftsmanship, the way the crystal bends to the will of the architect… Jahaan didn’t know enough about Prifddinas to know how the city was built from these crystals, or where they came from, and one day he hoped to find out, just as he hoped to walk through the city gates and up to the Tower of Voices, rumoured to be one of the tallest structures in all of Gielinor. Considering how it reached up into the heavens even from this distance, Jahaan could clearly see the rumours had some merit.

It was rare to see elves outside of Prifddinas. After all, why would they ever need to leave? Everything one could ever need was inside those crystal walls, from banks to bars, sawmills to staff shops, altars to anvils. It was a compact Gielinor. There were elves roaming the territory just outside of their walls; there had been a civil war among them not too long before Prifddinas’ supposed ‘restoration’ and smaller factions were still camped out south of the border. Alongside this, their were whisperings about elves in West Ardougne, and they were grave tales indeed. Talks of death guards, a fake plague, regicide and the intended mass killing of all of West Ardougne’s residents in order to summon a ‘dark lord’.

The thought of it made Jahaan’s head spin and his stomach churn.

So little is known about the elves, it’s hard to know what to believe. That’s why Jahaan wanted to go to Prifddinas, to search for information that his people in the Khandarin Desert had never concerned themselves with, being at opposite ends of the world and all.

This is the closest he’d ever come to the elven city, and after taking just a brief view from the hilltop, he never wanted to leave.

“Whoa…” was all he said, exhaling a shaky breath.

“Do you like it?” Sliske asked, but he knew it was a rhetorical question. Shifting his robe out of the way, he took a seat on the thick grass below. “This is about as close as, ah, someone like me can get without entering into the Shadow Realm, but it’s still quite a view.”

“Yeah, I do like it,” Jahaan’s eyes were transfixed on the crystal city as he took a seat beside the Mahjarrat. There was a peace inside him he hadn’t felt in hours, a respite from the anguish and worry. “I like it a lot.”

The two stared at the horizon for what felt like an eon, enjoying the serenity of the sunrise as it crept over the crystals in the distance.

Finally, it was Sliske who broke their content silence. Smiling without humour, he quietly whispered, more to himself than to Jahaan, “It must be nice, knowing there will always be a world after this one.”

“Huh?” Jahaan didn’t quite hear that.

“I said, it must be nice, living in a place like that,” he ‘repeated’, nodding his head towards Prifddinas with a wistful expression.

Jahaan didn’t completely believe that’s what he said, but he didn’t press it further. There was a peacefulness between the two of them, and Jahaan didn’t want to be the one to ruin it. Instead, he moved slightly closer to Sliske, and didn’t shy away when the Mahjarrat wrapped a warm, protective arm around him, pulling him softly against his chest.

It was the first time he’d felt at peace for a long while.

The two of them remained in quiet contemplation after that. Jahaan spent too much of it wondering what was going through the Mahjarrat’s mind. Sliske was an enigma, a puzzle to him, the quiet and the storm, but moreover, he was one thing Jahaan was becoming less and less reluctant to admit…

He’s not as bad as he seemed.

Jahaan began to struggle to remember why he hated the Mahjarrat in the first place. He didn’t particularly want to remember. He had enough enemies, enough Mahjarrat enemies at that, to actively want another one.

Suddenly, his throat began to sour and the calmness inside his mind began to cloud.

Zemouregal.

The storm in his head was brewing once more, manifesting as a knot in his stomach and a lump in his throat.

“I want him dead, Sliske,” Jahaan’s voice was grave; he didn’t need to say who he meant. “I want him dead, and I won't wait five hundred years for it to happen.”

The Mahjarrat kept looking towards Prifddinas as he said, “You're not the only one that wants him gone, you know. I can help you... but at a cost.”

Jahaan didn't blink. “Name your price.”

“I want your soul.”

Now Jahaan blinked. “E-Excuse me?”

“I want your soul,” Sliske repeated, returning his gaze to Jahaan.

“Why? Do you want to… to make me a wight?” Jahaan shook his head in unnerved disbelief.

Quickly, Sliske replied, “Asking questions isn't part of the deal. You accept unconditionally, or you don’t accept my help at all.”

Jahaan thought for a long, hard moment, challenging Sliske’s satisfied expression. Finally, he declared, “If you help me kill him, you can have whatever the hell you want.”

And so it was settled. They were going to kill Zemouregal. Not just the two of them, mind - Sliske stated that it wouldn’t be too hard to persuade Azzanadra and Wahisietel to eliminate the threat he poses once and for all. Just by being a Zamorakian, Azzanadra already had skin in the game. Wahisietel might take a little bit more convincing, and Jahaan offered to talk to him while Sliske went to Azzanadra. Knowing the strained relationship between the two brothers, Jahaan knew he stood a better chance than Sliske did at enlisting Wahisietel to their cause.

Firstly, however, Jahaan had to get Ozan somewhere more permanent to recuperate. The poor man was still sound asleep, comatose, but at least he was alive.

“Do you have anyone you trust he can stay with? Anyone that can protect him?” Sliske inquired.

“You mean, do I know anyone capable of fending of a Mahjarrat?” Jahaan shook his head. “No.”

“They shouldn’t have to fight off Zemmy,” Sliske assured. “He thinks you’re dead, remember? And one of the upsides of being dead is that no-one comes looking for you. So as long as you don’t parade him in Varrock Square, he should be safe.”

Considering this, Jahaan replied, “In that case, I know where he can go.”

Jahaan emerged just in front of the bridge connecting Draynor to the Wizards' Tower, dropping to his knees and sending Ozan tumbling to the ground upon landing. Sliske hadn’t stuck around long enough to ensure a smooth landing, it seemed. Groaning in pain, Jahaan quickly realised that once the adrenaline had worn off, he was in no fit shape. Wincing with a silent apology to Ozan, he tested out his legs again before picking up his friend and carrying him over the bridge.

It didn’t take long for the Wizards' to allow Jahaan inside, seeing the state of the poor man he was holding. The wizards were well acquainted with Ozan by this point, and Jahaan had met a fair few of them on his travels too.

Ushered into the medical bay, Ozan was set down on one of the cots as someone went to find Ariane. It didn’t take long for her to make it down, rushing to Ozan’s side with her heart in her throat. “What happened to him?”

Gulping, Jahaan stammered as he explained, “T-There was a fire… I w-was attacked, and he was d-drugged, and…”

Trailing off, Jahaan’s head was so foggy he honestly had no idea where to begin; he felt like he was trapped inside an awful dream, the edges of the world blurry and faded. Reality was far too much to handle.

“You were attacked? So it was arson...” when Ariane turned to Jahaan, the man noted her eyes were much more accusational than concerned, and he was taken aback, especially as she was quick to demand, “What have you got him mixed up in this time?”

Mouth hung agape, Jahaan took a few paces back, his wide eyes held captive by her glare. “W-What do you mean?”

“Don’t play dumb with me, Jahaan,” Ariane snapped, the soothing hand she wrapped inside Ozan’s lifeless ones juxtaposed harshly with her seething tone, though she tried to keep her voice down to a quiet hiss. “You’re a picture of guilt. Let me guess, you ticked off the wrong people and they came back for revenge. Only this time, Ozan was collateral damage. Ozan told me about the company you’ve been keeping; was it the same Mahjarrat who killed Guthix that did this to him?”

“N-No… I mean, yes it was a Mahjarrat, but not the same one,” Jahaan stated, nervously rubbing the back of his head, injured from each of Ariane’s cutting words that felt as if they were closing in around his throat. “Yes, this is all my fault. But I’m going to make it right.”

“Make it right?” Ariane replied with incredulation. “You’re only liable to make things worse! Why Guthix ever chose you as-”

She cut herself off there, taking a long breath to calm herself. Even Ariane looked slightly regretful at where her words were leading her.

The sentiment, however, had already stung, and Jahaan had no words to say.

Despite mutually knowing each other for years through Ozan, Jahaan had always gotten the impression that Ariane had never taken to him. Occasionally he’d ask Ozan if this were the case, and he’d laugh and deny it, saying it was all in Jahaan’s head. But deep down, he always knew, and now he had confirmation.

Sighing heavily, Ariane continued, in a much lower and measured voice this time, “We’ll heal him as much as we can and keep him safe. When he’s awake, you can come and visit him. After that, I don’t want you seeing Ozan ever again.”

Jahaan used the invitation box to make his way back to the Empyrean Citadel. He needed time to deliberate his encounter with Ariane, but now wasn’t the moment. Work had to be done, and the more time he wasted, the more likely Zemouregal would find out he was alive, and thus the element of surprise would be lost.

Sliske had offered to teleport Jahaan to Nardah in order to avoid the magic carpet debacle again, something for which Jahaan was incredibly grateful. He didn’t think his head could take another round of motion sickness.

The dust settled, and Jahaan was back in Nardah. Well, about half a mile outside Nardah; Sliske didn’t think a Mahjarrat springing into their town centre would go down well for anyone, except for the pitchfork selling business.

Trudging through the sand, Jahaan was almost thankful his armour had been destroyed, but less thankful that he hadn’t refilled his waterskin, making a mental note to do that when he got to the town’s fountain.

When he reached Ali the Wise’s house, he barely had to knock before the door was thrown open, stern and suspicious eyes darting past Jahaan and into the distance. “Come inside,” he ushered, quickly, taking one last look behind him before he closed the door.

“What’s the matter?” Jahaan inquired, puzzled.

“Sliske was nearby,” Wahisietel stated. “I felt his presence. Thought you might be him at my door.”

“I think he’s got a few inches on me, can’t see how you could mistake us,” Jahaan chuckled.

Wahisietel furrowed his brow as Jahaan’s relaxed demeanour. “Are you not concerned? It was you who came here to escape him not that long ago.”

“Sliske brought me here,” Jahaan explained, smiling at the reaction it brought to the disguised Mahjarrat’s face. “Don’t worry, I’ll tell you everything. You might wanna sit down for this one…”

While Jahaan conversed with Wahisietel, Sliske went to go convince Azzanadra to join their plight. He slipped off his disguise as soon as he entered the Temple at what used to be Senntisten. Azzanadra, having sensed his arrival, was pensively waiting at the other end of the chamber, nearest the altar.

“Sliske,” he gruffly greeted, folding his arms over his chest. “You have got quite the nerve to be showing your face around here after your excommunication.”

“Ah yes, well,” Sliske clapped his hands together. “I was hoping we might be able to sweep that one under the rug, for now at least. I have a proposition for you. One I think you'd rather enjoy...”

Wahisietel nearly spit the tea out from his mouth. “You’re going to kill Zemouregal?!”

Hushing him, Jahaan hissed, “Why don’t you shout a little louder, I don’t think the barber in Falador heard you.”

“My apologies, I just…” shaking his head, Wahisietel composed himself. “This is no small feat. Zemouregal is not to be brushed off lightly, as you know. While I do wish to see his head unattached from his shoulders, I-”

Looking down at Jahaan’s expression, Wahisietel winced. “Apologies for my turn of phrase. Sir Tiffy Cashien was a noble knight, and Thaerisk Cemphier seemed like a good man, in the brief time I spent with them. I am truly sorry for your loss.”

“Their loss has to be avenged,” Jahaan resolved, gravely. “I know the risks, but I can’t let them be murdered in vain. What would you do in my shoes?”

From the change of expression on his face, it appeared as if this was a turning point for Wahisietel. “It would be hypocritical of me to say I would act any differently. They may call me ‘Ali the Wise’ in these human lands, but I am still of the Mahjarrat. One thing that still sticks in my craw, though, is Sliske’s involvement in it all. Why is he helping you?”

“He wants my soul,” Jahaan replied as nonchalantly as possible, amused by the look of surprise that elicited from his Mahjarrat companion. “Obviously I’m not going to let that happen. Your brother is-”

“Half-brother.”

“Your half-brother is… he’s not as bad as you say he is, but even I have limits.”

“I must ask, why do you defend him so?” Wahisietel inquired, rubbing the bridge of his nose. “He murdered Guthix in front of you, tricked you, betrayed you, lied to you, stalked you, and from what I’ve heard from Azzanadra, he’s attacked you as well. I don’t understand your loyalty. You know, you remind me of Azzanadra, but at least I can understand that one. Well, somewhat.”

Crinkling his brow, Jahaan asked, “What do you mean?”

“Well, you see - and this stays strictly between us, you hear? - back in the Zarosian Empire, and even on Freneskae, Azzanadra and Sliske went through a period of being… close.”

Jahaan blinked. “Close?”

“Close,” Wahisietel reiterated, his hands conducting an invisible orchestra in front of him as his mind danced for the right words. “You humans might refer to it as a relationship.”

Now it was Jahaan who nearly spit out his tea. “Sliske and Azzanadra were an item?!”

Jahaan didn’t know whether to laugh or cry, and it seemed Wahisietel was struggling with the same dilemma as he replied, “I know, it’s baffling why they’d waste their time on such things. But Azzanadra was the leader of the church, and Sliske was the leader of the secret police. No-one would dare speak out against them. On Freneskae, few were aware of their dynamic. Those that were kept silent, for they were outpowered. I understand Sliske’s charm and charisma, things he used to his advantage whenever he was bored in Senntisten. Such a trivial past-time. People fell under his spell, and it was always their downfall. Even Zaros’ most beloved pontifex could not escape.”

Wahisietel returned to his tea. “After all these years, it still baffles me why Azzanadra resolves to trust Sliske, and now you’re following his lead. Heh. As long as-”

Wahisietel froze, his cup glued to the tops of his lips, his eyes wide with realisation. Slowly, he raised his head and glared through Jahaan with a strange mix of confusion and abject horror. “Please, for Zaros’ sake, please tell me I’m wrong…”

Jahaan winced, breaking contact with Wahisietel’s eyes. It was all the confirmation he needed, yet the Mahjarrat pressed, “What did he do to you?”

“He didn’t do anything,” Jahaan assured, biting the inside of his lip. “He… he tried, but nothing happened. Believe me.”

Wahisietel’s unwavering glare bore holes through the man. “But you wanted to, didn’t you?”

Jahaan’s shameful inability to meet Wahisietel’s gaze said everything that needed to be said.

The Mahjarrat mumbled something in infernal, rising to his feet as he paced the room. “I warned you about him, Jahaan. But I never knew that… never could have DREAMED that… that you would…”

Stopping to face Jahaan, he stated with unwavering assurance, “He does not harbour feelings. He is incapable. He just uses people for his own amusement, then he discards them when they stop being entertaining, or when they are no longer useful. I don’t know what game he’s playing with you, but he’s playing a game, Jahaan!”

“Don’t you think I know that?” Jahaan shot up, ever so slightly taller than Wahisietel when he was in his Ali form. “I know what he’s like, Wahisietel - I’ve got first-hand fucking experience with that. But damnit, he’s inside my head, always inside my head, and I can’t take it!”

Suddenly, Jahaan whirled on the thing closest to him - a bookshelf - in order to expend the pent-up rage his outburst had summoned. Unfortunately, the books were a little less forgiving than Jahaan would have liked, and the thick novels put up a decent defence; Jahaan clutched his battered hand, the knuckles already forming a purple bruise, his fingers shaking and unable to move. “Gods, FUCK!” Jahaan cursed, turning back to Wahisietel with an indignant expression akin to, ‘do you see what they did to me?!’. Muttering lowly, though with the slightest hint of an amused smile, Wahisietel went to get a medical kit.

A few bandages and another cup of tea later, Jahaan had calmed down, feeling rather embarrassed about his childish flare-up. Miraculously, nothing had fractured; Jahaan deduced he was too exhausted to give the punch all he had. That, or he just had a pathetically weak right hook, which he’d rather not be the case.

The silence that followed was awkward, each man lost in their own contemplation of the preceding events. Eventually, it was Wahisietel who broke the quiet, carefully beginning, “I have said my piece in regards to you and my half-brother. I trust that you know what you are doing.”

“You shouldn’t, because I don’t even know what I’m doing,” Jahaan sniffed a humourless laugh.

“I just wish I knew why he wanted my soul. I thought he wanted to make me a wight, but when I asked him, he deflected. I don’t think that’s the case, but why else would he want my soul?”

Stroking the beard his human form had adopted, Wahisietel replied, “Sliske has always been fascinated in souls. He used to talk to me about a Teragardian magister by the name of ‘Oreb’, who experimented with the power of souls and hypothesised that souls can be transferred from one body to another. This is the same magister who took in Nomad as his pupil, much later in life. Sliske was particularly interested in his theories.”

“Why was that, do you reckon?”

“Well, for one, Mahjarrat don’t have souls. Therefore, we cannot pass onto an afterlife, for a soul is required to do such a thing. For all his blustering, there is one thing Sliske fears: death.”

Suddenly, it clicked into place, the phrase Jahaan thought he didn’t quite hear outside of Prifddinas: ‘It must be nice, knowing there will always be a world after this one’.

“So, he wants my soul so he can go to an afterlife?” Jahaan surmised. “But that would leave me with the inability to go to one myself.”

Frowning, Wahisietel grimly restated, “He uses people. He doesn’t take interest in them unless they have something to offer.”

“But…” Jahaan rubbed the bridge of his nose. “But why my soul? Why not just anyone?”

Shrugging, Wahisietel confessed, “That I cannot be sure of, I’m afraid.”

“Is there anything I can do to protect myself, if he tries to take my soul by force?”

His frown deepening, Wahisietel replied, “There is no spell, prayer or curse that I’m aware of that can do such a thing. My advice is to not get into a situation where your soul in vulnerable. Though how you would go about that, I am not sure. I don’t even know how he would go about transferring your soul into himself.”

This uncertainty didn’t exactly fill Jahaan with much comfort. Then again, Sliske was uncertainty incarnate; sipping his tea, Jahaan continued on, “These random, bizarre acts of kindness from Sliske... I don't know what to make of them. I can't ever tell if he's being genuine, or if he's just messing with me. I know, I know, you say he only ever uses people, but… but maybe he can be nice - even a broken clock is right twice a day, right? I mean, he saved my life at the Ritual, he helped keep Ozan safe…”

Jahaan neglected to mention their recent excursion to the outskirts of Prifddinas. He didn't quite know why, but sharing that information so freely just didn't feel right. It was like a secret he promised not to tell, unspoken though it was.

Wahisietel did not look impressed. “You do not know him like I know him, Jahaan, and I hope you never meet the Sliske I once knew.”

A crooked smile broke into Jahaan’s features, one devoid of humour. “I’ve heard stories.”

“Stories do not do his actions justice, but that is a conversation for another time,” setting down his teacup, Wahisietel closed his eyes and exhaled deeply, like he was trying to shift Sliske’s ghost from his thoughts. “Now, about Zemouregal - are you serious about killing him?”

His resolve returned, Jahaan stated, “I am.”

“And you say that Azzanadra is aiding us in this?”

“Sliske’s gone to convince him.”

“Then perhaps it would pay us to join him,” Wahisietel declared, reverting to his Mahjarrat form. “We’re going to need to strategise, after all.”

Meanwhile...

“Hmm… well, we certainly have enough firepower on our side to outmatch him,” Azzanadra was pondering aloud, running through the idea in his head. Sliske wasn’t all that surprised he could talk Azzanadra into killing Zemouregal so easily; there was no love lost between the two, after all. “It would be one less opponent at the next Ritual. Out of all the Zamorakians, he certainly is the most insufferable.”

Turning towards Sliske, he declared, “If the World Guardian manages to get Wahisietel on our side, then you have my support too. Zaros can only be pleased at us for sending that traitor into the void.”

Knowing he’d succeeded, Sliske grinned. “Oh, the Empty Lord will be most pleased. The World Guardian is convincing my brother now. He agreed to meet us here if all was successful.”

Looking around at the renovated chamber, Sliske admired the attention to detail Azzanadra had put into the restoration. Whomever the carpenter was, Sliske made a mental note to ask for their information if he ever decided to renovate the Barrows. “I like what you’ve done with the place. Brings back memories.”

Sighing wistfully, Azzanadra replied, “It feels like home.”

Raising an eyebrow, Sliske countered, “You don’t feel like Freneskae is your home anymore?”

“I stopped feeling that way as soon as Zaros took us in,” Azzanadra gazed longingly at the symbol on the far wall. “There is no home without him.”

“Right…” Sliske awkwardly rocked on his heels. He’d never felt the devotion his Mahjarrat companion had to the Empty Lord. Oh, he’d been loyal. He’d even been a follower. One might have called him devout, at a pinch. But Azzanadra was on an entirely different level.

Then again, Sliske agreed it did feel nice being back in the temple. It reminded him of a time when he had a role in society, and while that inevitably grew boring, such times had a treasured place in his memories. Those were days that would never be seen again.

It was then he turned to study Azzanadra, who was repositioning the candles on the altar. His robes draped perfectly over him, like a royal coat, and while he did insist on wearing that ridiculous hat, he managed to pull it off with prowess and grace.

So to did Azzanadra bring back some welcomed memories.

Sliske saw an opportunity, and he decided to test the waters.

He slipped closer to Azzanadra, his shadow a sneering presence that towered over them both. With a coy smirk, he smoothly remarked, “You know, it’s been such a long time since you and I have been alone together.”

There was no way Azzanadra didn’t get the insinuation; he met Sliske with stern eyes. “There’s good reason for that.”

“And what, pray tell, is that?” Sliske gently brushed his hand over Azzanadra’s, who to their mutual surprise did not immediately flinch away.

“Don’t act so innocent,” Azzanadra snapped. “You know damn well what I mean.”

“The excommination?” sniffing a faint laugh, Sliske looked up at the taller Mahjarrat with half-lidded eyes and moved closer to him, so that their chests touched. “Since when has Zaros ever gotten between us before? I seem to remember a certain Pontifex Maximus regularly calling the Praefectus Praetorio into his office for more than just matters of state...”

Sliske let the words linger, hot breath on Azzanadra’s cheek.

At that moment, Wahisietel and Jahaan emerged inside the temple. Catching the scene, Jahaan forced himself to suppress a smirk as he remarked, “Are we interrupting something?”

Wahisietel just shook his head with disappointment.

Sighing with frustration, Sliske whirled around and commented, “Crackerjack timing, and here I thought Wahi would take longer to convince.”

Despite himself, Jahaan felt like giggling, and covered his mouth with his hand until he was certain he’d contained himself. During this, Wahisietel spoke up, “Jahaan has told me of your plan, Sliske. What say you, Azzanadra?”

“I am willing to partake,” Azzanadra declared. “We have three times his power. It is the perfect opportunity. And,” he turned to Jahaan, trying to muster what to a Mahjarrat would pass as ‘sympathy’. “We finally have the incentive to remove that stain from this world. I am sorry at the price you and your comrades had to pay, Jahaan.”

Jahaan nodded solemnly in way of thanks. “So, when do we go? Tonight?”

“Don’t be ridiculous,” Sliske was the first one to cut in. “You are running on nothing but fumes. You need to rest if you are to be of any help to us.”

Jahaan opened his mouth to protest, but the action betrayed him, turning into a yawn. Smugly, Sliske grinned.

“Fine,” Jahaan conceded, admitting to himself that he was exhausted. “When then?”

“Five days,” Azzanadra stated. “While I admire your enthusiasm, Sliske’s right - you need to be of use to us, and you can’t do that unless you have armour and a weapon. Your previous set was destroyed in the fire, yes? I will provide you with another set, specially made.”

Gobsmacked, Jahaan had to shake his head to order his thoughts. “That… that is incredibly generous of you, Azzanadra. Thank you, deeply.”

Azzanadra managed the faintest of smiles. “It is the least I could do. After all, it was you who brought my lord back to me.”

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[noodlecupcakeswritings]

A Call to the Light - Chapter 2 (Kylo RenxOC)

Warnings: Language, Torture, Force choking, Blood, Gore, Feels, Angst, Flashbacks 

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Chapter 2

Ben’s P.O.V

I awaited the arrival of the Jedi where I would then interrogate her, see if she held any useful knowledge and then dispose of her. General Hux was aware of my plans and demanded to be present during the interrogation. He would only get in the way in my opinion. He got in the way a lot of the time. Phasma entered the meeting room and handed me the Jedi’s saber, which I attached to my belt. “Is she unharmed like I asked?” I questioned her. “Yes sir. General Hux is interrogating her now.” “What?!”

Phasma stood her ground. The man was making it increasingly difficult to work with him. I left the meeting room, heading straight for the interrogation chambers. The two troopers outside her cell let me pass and I headed inside. Hux was stood to the side, watching as some of his men beat her. They stopped when they noticed my presence. “About time Ren, sorry we started without you,” Hux said. “Out.” “I beg your pardon.” “Out! I specifically gave instructions that she was not be harmed. Or can you not even understand simple instructions!” Hux’s men had left the room by now, afraid of what I might do to them. Hux glared at me, balling his fists. I could kill him with no more than a thought and he knew it. “Don’t let your personal interests get in the way Ren. I shall inform the Supreme Leader of her arrival,” he said in a threatening tone.

Hux left the room, the door closing behind him. I turned to Cora, the start of a black eye was forming and her lip was split. She seemed calm however. “Your friend seems nice,” she said sarcastically. She hadn’t changed much clearly. Still cocky and sarcastic. And look where it got her now. Into trouble. Her appearance hadn’t changed much either only the usual growth the human body goes through. “A few ground rules before the interrogation starts. You take that mask off and I won’t be calling you Kylo Ren, I’ll be calling you by your real name,” she said matter of factly. “You think you’re in any position to make ground rules? The mask stays on.”

She rolled her eyes and made herself more comfortable. Her calm demeanour was starting to get on my nerves. “I know you weren’t captured by Nashi Hutt, you gave yourself up. Why?” I asked. “You’re smart at least you were when we were kids. Why don’t you work it out?” I held out my hand using the force to choke her. Her eyes widened in surprise, which was slowly replaced by fear. She began thrashing around as if that would somehow help her. Eventually I let her go. She coughed and gasped for air. “Are you going to tell me now? Or do I have to search your mind? The latter will be more painful for you.”

Her eyes narrowed but she didn’t throw an insult at me. She knew better now. I cocked my head, waiting for her answer. “I wanted to be here. I wanted my friend back,” she spoke, her gaze meeting mine. I chuckled. How pathetic, “your friend is dead. I changed for the better.” “I don’t believe that. You can say what you like, beat me, torture me. I’m not giving up on you.” “Then you will have died for nothing. But I’m sure you still have your uses before that. Your base for instance. Or perhaps the last piece of the map to Skywalker.” “I don’t know where the base is. Not anymore at least. And besides there’s a number of bases, you need to be more specific.” “The one you were on before you were here. Where is it?” “You won’t find anything there. Your mother took the precautions that were necessary. I don’t know where she is anymore.”

I didn’t quite believe that. I had no reason to believe a word she said. I invaded her mind being greeted with images of the planet Lothal. The same planet was used by previous rebels that were against my grandfather. When I tried to search for their new location however she allowed me, meaning she was telling the truth after all. Well I could still get rid of Lothal and the base. One less place for them to run. And now the map to Skywalker. Unfortunately she had only seen what the rest of us had seen. The map was still incomplete and no clues as to where to find it. Cora then forced an image before me. A memory. I instantly left her mind, not wanting to be reminded of my past.

“You don’t remember that day? Master Luke sent us out to find out saber crystals. Everyone else split up, more excited about their own but we stuck together, helped each other,” she spoke. “You will remain here until a decision has been made about what to do with you.” I turned and left the interrogation room, heading back to my private quarters. I removed my helmet and my gloves. I placed her saber on the table in the corner of the room. I sat before grandfathers mask hoping it would give me the strength I needed. Of course she had forced that memory on to me on purpose.

“Come on Ben,” Cora called. I ran to catch up with her. She stood on the top of hill searching the landscape before us. We could see fellow Padawans running to random areas, finding their lightsaber crystals. I noticed a glint of blue coming from a cave. I took Cora’s hand and pulled her over to the cave. We stood at the mouth of the cave, the blue glint had now become prominent. “What colour is it?” Cora asked. “Blue. You see yours yet?” “Yeah. It’s green.”

We continued further into the cave, expecting pure darkness only the whole cave was lit up with saber crystals of various colours embedded into the floor and walls of the cave. Cora was looking around in wonder, walking backwards at times just to take everything in. I reached the crystal that called out to me, taking it. It slipped out of the rock easily as if it wanted to be taken. Cora grinned, excitement evident on her features. “This is so cool. You know what the colours mean right?” She beamed. “Yes, you’ve told me enough times.” “Green means I’m going to be a Jedi Guardian.” “Don’t get ahead of yourself. You still have to pass the trials.” “Which we will. We can be Jedi masters together and have our own Padawans.”

I rolled, my eyes smiling to myself. She always had a way of getting ahead of herself. I guess I couldn’t blame her being excited, I was excited myself. Getting our crystals meant we could finally build our own lightsabers. The saber we would have for the rest of our lives. Cora took her own crystal, marvelling at it like it was a small animal. “We should head back,” she said. “No harm in staying a little longer.” “We could make this place into a fort or at least somewhere we could meditate. That way we’d be so much closer to the force.”

Well she wasn’t wrong but meditation bored me unlike her. I preferred to be actually doing something when it came to my training not just sitting down for an hour with my eyes closed. And it didn’t help we had to do it five times a day either. “Fort sounds good. We could probably duel in here too,” I suggested. “Might hurt when I keep knocking you on your ass,” she smirked. “You wanna test that now.” I gave her a playful shove, which she returned giggling. We decided it was best to head back to the temple however, Cora didn’t want to make Master Luke angry with her. Not that he ever did get angry with her. She was a teacher’s pet, the biggest goody two shoes out there.

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It had been a week and I had made sure Cora was being fed and she had been cleaned up a little. I hadn’t visited her since however. Her only visitor had been a doctor. It was up to me to decide what was to be done with her. On the one hand I should kill her for many reasons. She was my enemy, against me and everything I stood for. She was only the Padawan I had failed to kill, her demise would make me stronger. One less call to the light, one less reminder of my past, of my weakness. Her ‘mission’ was futile. It was a suicide mission. She should have known that.

But there were benefits for keeping her alive. A possible bargaining chip with the resistance. I could use her to prove to the Supreme Leader that I wasn’t weak and pathetic. I could turn her to the dark side. Show her the power he had shown me. She would make a good addition to the Knights of Ren. She was a good fighter, which would make her a valuable asset. Turning her against the resistance would be delightful, watching as she murdered those she had lived with for so many years, those she had considered friends.

It was worth a try at least. If she didn’t join me then I would kill her. Simple as that. I know Hux wouldn’t approve of me keeping a Jedi on board but it wasn’t up to him. She was my responsibility now. And when I wasn’t able to keep an eye on her there was another that could. One of Hux’s latest experiments. She was part clone, part human. You wouldn’t know at first glance, but looking at her different coloured eyes gave it away. One blue eye, the other green. She was almost as strong as Phasma and she was reliable.

I left my room and called for Chaise to be brought to the meeting room. The brunette was quick to arrive. She was dressed in the simple navy First Order uniform. Her storm trooper uniform wouldn’t be needed on board. She bowed her head a little in respect. “Phasma said you have a job for me,” she spoke. “Not an exciting one I’m afraid, which I do apologise for. You’re aware of our prisoner?” “Of course.” “I want you to watch her at all times, except for when I’m able to of course. You will escort her to places she’s allowed to access if she wishes to go there. Basically make sure she doesn’t cause any trouble.” “I can do that. Using brute force if necessary?” “If necessary.”

A hint of a smile played at the corners of her lips. I had Chaise follow me to Cora’s cell. Chaise waited outside the room. Cora’s full attention was on me as I entered the room. She knew today was the day where she would either die or be spared. “I’ve come to a decision,” I announced. “And?” Using the force I opened the restraints around her wrists and ankles. She remained still however. She didn’t trust me, not that she had much reason too. For all she knew I could be toying with her. Wanting the thrill of a chase before killing her.

Cautiously she stepped down from the rack, rubbing her wrists and stretching her limbs. I motioned for her to follow me and she did so, her guard still up. I led her down a long corridor, stopping outside an empty room. Not far from mine, just in case she needed to be dealt with. I opened the door for her and she took a quick look inside, raising an eyebrow. “I don’t understand,” I blinked. “I’m letting you live, what more is there to understand?” “But at what cost?” “There won’t be one if you behave. Now this is Chaise, she’s in charge of you when I’m unavailable.” “So I’m still a prisoner.” “That is entirely up to you.”

Cora entered her new room, slamming the door behind her. Chaise remained outside, leaning against the wall. I retired to my own quarters for the evening. I undressed and took a shower before climbing into bed. I lay staring at the ceiling for a while, sensing that Cora was still awake. She wasn’t planning on going to sleep anytime soon either. She was scared. Scared that all this was still a trick and I was going to kill her in her sleep. I sighed, closing my eyes. I slept for an hour and she was still awake. Sleep, if I wanted you dead I would have killed you already. We hadn’t spoken to each other through our minds since we were children. I sensed her confusion before she relaxed. You could still change your mind. Aren’t sith meant to be unpredictable? Her voice filled my mind. Just go to sleep.

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I awoke in the morning and changed into my usual robes. I put my mask on and left my room. I passed Cora’s room on my way and considered going inside. But I had work to do. I would visit her later in the day. I needed to find a relief for Chaise. She couldn’t babysit Cora twenty four hours a day, she had a life of her own. I motioned for Chaise to follow me, which she did. I explained to her what hours she would work. Just through the day and I would find someone else for nightly duties. Although she was relieved for today. She smiled and headed in the direction of the training room.

I headed to the main control room where Hux was barking orders as usual. I felt somewhat sorry for the people that had to put up with him all day. Hux turned away from the computers and he only seemed to grow angrier when his eyes fell on me. “What do you think you’re playing at? Keeping that harpy alive? She could ruin everything that I – we have worked on,” he snapped. “A little trust goes a long way General. She has personal guards with her so she can’t cause any trouble.” “If anything goes wrong I’m holding you responsible. And so will the Supreme Leader. She is your prisoner after all.” “I am aware of that. I have put Chaise in charge of her throughout the day.”

I noticed how his face softened a little at the mention of Chaise. So he did have feelings for her. Interesting. “She has better things to do than babysit your Jedi,” she snapped. “Like what?” He remained silent, his fists clenching. He knew what I was getting at, which only angered him more. His attention turned from me to one of the screens behind me. “And this is why you should have killed her,” he hissed. I turned to the screen he was looking at. It showed Cora in one of the filing rooms looking through various files. Exactly where she shouldn’t be. “Are you going to deal with it or do I have to clean up your mess again?” Hux growled. “She’s my prisoner, I will punish her how I see fit. When you have a prisoner of your own Hux then you can do the same.” I left the control room, heading for the filing room. And she said she didn’t want to be treated like a prisoner. Yet she continues to get herself in to trouble.

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[lordshaxxion]

AAALL for Cidrex because he is my favorite boy

alright u asked for it >:U all of this fuckery will be under a cut

Where were you rezzed?

“In a forest somewhere in the EDZ, I think. I don’t really remember much of it, I was pretty much immediately attacked by Fallen, so there was a lot of running for my life.”

How long ago was it?

“During the Dark Ages, so a reaaaally long time ago. Like, during the prime of the Iron Lords.”

Did you have anything in your pockets?

“Just a lump of crystal quartz, but it was rose-coloured and I guess that’s where my obsession with shiny things and collecting crystals from? Oh, I also had some old currency from the Golden Age. No idea what kinda currency, but I cleaned them up and they’re super shiny and really cool.”

What was your first week alive like?

“Stressful. It was a lot of learning how to survive and trusting my Ghost to heal any injuries and bring me back if I died. That was a shock in itself though, when I died for the first time.”

How did you react to your new role as a Guardian?

“Well I became an Iron Lord before I became a Guardian, and that was pretty alright until SIVA happened. After that, being a Guardian and being an Iron Lord became the same thing - just doing the right thing because no one else will, or can.”

Do you have any regrets?

“I couldn’t save my brothers and sisters of Iron from SIVA. Saladin has always told me that I couldn’t have saved them by myself, but I still regret not doing more to at least try.”

Does your ghost have a name?

“He’s called Socks-”

“IT’S SOX!”

“-because he used to hide in my sock drawer at the Iron Temple.”

What is your ghost like?

“He calls himself Sox because he wants to look cool, and I think he cares too much about how he looks from the perspective of other Ghosts. I dunno if Ghosts are judgy to one another, but what I do know is that Sox used to hang around a not-so-great group of them. He’s small for a Ghost and I think this group sorta... took the piss. He tries to act tough a lot, but I know that deep down he cares a lot and he does like his actual name.”

How do you feel about the last city and the vanguard?

“I was sent to the Last City by Saladin to act as a so-called ambassador between the City and the Temple, so it’s like a second home to me now. I know all the streets like the back of my hand, even the sectors I’m not really meant to venture into. The Vanguard are alright, they have their hiccups but I know they mean well and try their best. Well, the did until Cayde... yeah.”

What’s your favourite place to go?

“Cayde used to describe it as wanderlust, but I like wandering all over the Earth and seeing all the ruins and wilds there are. Though my favourite place out of all is the Lost Sector in Winding Cove. It’s so beautiful there with the glow-worms in the dark and the reflection of them in the water. Nice and quiet too, when it’s cleared out every other day.”

Do you participate in strikes or the crucible?

“Strikes. I leave the Crucible to my brother, Othion.”

How do you celebrate the holidays?

“I used to celebrate in getting blackout drunk with Cayde and the rest of the Vanguard, we even used to persuade Shaxx and Othion to join us sometimes. Now though I spend them by myself just tinkering with the stuff I’ve collected over the years.”

Who is your favourite NPC and who is your least favourite?

“It was and will always be Cayde. I can’t get along with Ada-1, though. She unnerves me and acts rather stuck-up despite allowing Guardians into the Black Armory now.”

Where do you sleep/call home?

“I have my own apartment in the Tower, of course, and unlike most Hunters that’s where I call home. It gets me weird looks though, I know a lot of Hunters prefer sleeping under the open stars and it gets Sox to tease me and call me ‘a domesticated hunter’.”

Do you have any pets or companions?

“I wanted to get a cat when Cayde was still around, but we never got round to doing it. Though I kinda have magpies that come to stay when I’m at home. I put feed out on the window sill for them and sometimes they come back with shiny trinkets for me. Oh, and I look after Colonel too, but I’m not allowed to keep Colonel in my apartment because other Hunters would throw a fit.”

Does anyone live with you?

“Cayde and I talked about it, about him moving in with me or something. Again, we never got round to it.”

How do you unwind or comfort yourself?

“It’s embarrassing to admit, but when me and Sox went exploring a while back we found a stash of what used to be called ‘stim toys’. Lots of pots of squishy clay-like dough. Sometimes if I’m overwhelmed I just dig out one of the pots and just sit there squishing it for an hour or so. In terms of general relaxation, if I have the attention span I’ll read or if I don’t then I’ll watch some movies. I got a good collection of Golden Age and pre-Golden Age movies now.”

What would truly break you?

“Losing someone close to me again. I lost Cayde and I wasn’t myself for a long time. If I were to go through that again, I really don’t think I’d recover at all.”

Most embarrassing moment?

“When Sox resurrected me for the first time after dying and I sat there crying and threw up for two hours. It wasn’t... my greatest moment.”

Any cherished memories?

“All of my time with Cayde, to be honest with you. Even when we argued, I cherish those memories greatly. Also the first time I discovered a rare crystal, that was a pretty good moment too.”

What was your highest and/or lowest point?

“Like I said, losing Cayde devastated me almost to a point of no return. Highest point? First Crimson Days with Cayde, we wrecked shop in the Crucible together and got banned in the same day! The look on Izel’s face was glorious.”

Views on the enemy races?

“I don’t like the Taken or Scorn, those are practically a given. Vex are annoying and freak me out a little. Cabal I loathe for what they did to the City, though that’s predominantly the Red Legion but whatever. Hive also freak me out now I think about it, though the worms they drop are kinda cute. Fallen? I just feel pity for them. They lost everything in their own version of the Collapse and are just trying to get by, and yet we keep attacking them.”

Which enemy race is your most/least favourite?

“I hate the Scorn for what they did. On the flip side of that, I rather like the Fallen. I got a chance to get to know a few, like Mithrax, and they’re honestly not that bad when you do get to know them.”

What’s your role in a fireteam? (Tank, support, buff/healer, comic relief? Or are you the dead weight?)

“Dead weight.”

“No you aren’t, Cidrex, you’re a sniper.”

Do you have any mentors/mentees?

“Saladin and many of the original Iron Lords were my mentors, but I don’t have any mentees. Hunters ask me for advice every so often, but I don’t give it. I don’t want to be in that position, I’m not a good teacher.”

What is your favourite weapon type/favourite weapon?

“Give me my DARCI and I’m good to go. I like auto rifles a lot though, despite me using snipers a lot I’m not that great up close so it’s easier for me to just kinda spray and pray without the instability of SMGs.”

Do you play Gambit?

“Sometimes. It can get really stressful trying to deal with invaders that use utter bastard weapons.”

How do you feel about the Drifter?

“I don’t know. Everything about his operations just tell me that I can’t trust him at all, but then I got to know him better and I just feel... kinda sad?”

If you could be any class/subclass (not just your own), what would you be and why?

“Striker Titan, cuz it looks like fun and a great stress and tension relief. Though, I’d like to be able to use Gunslinger properly, I’ve never been able to use it all that well even when Cayde tried to teach me. I’d just like to do it, for him.”

What are your thoughts on the Nine?

“Fuckin’ weird. I don’t trust them at all, especially not after I saw the Emissary for the first time. Though Xur’s pretty cool.”

Any secret crushes or relationships we need to know about?

“Well.... there is this one guy. Hunter, but he’s built like a Titan. Got no social skills and the emotional range of a teaspoon, but he’s charming in his own way regardless.”

“It’s Ataric.”

“SOX!” @crazy-bone-lady

Does your Ghost approve, or haven’t you told them?

“Sox is a piece of shit that tries to out my crush at every given moment. Luckily, he’s a tiny piece of shit so I can just hold him in my hands and he can’t do anything.”

You’re about to go off-planet on assignment, and will only be able to eat protein rations and food gel for a month. What’s your last meal?

“I don’t really have a preferred meal or anything, so I’d just get take-out somewhere in the City. I know a couple really good joints.”

If you could take over any NPC’s job, who would it be and why?

“Cayde’s job as Hunter Vanguard. I know every Hunter has just about run for the hills, and will always do so when they hear the words ‘Vanguard Dare’, but I’d be happy to take up the position. I’ve already taken up his cloak, might as well take the job that came with it right?”

What is the most beautiful sight you’ve seen?

“When Sox and I were exploring an Io cave system, we fell through into a massive chamber filled with crystals. The light from where we’d fallen through shone on the crystals in such a way it created an utterly breathtaking spectrum of colour. We took so many photos of that moment, it was just so amazing to see all these crystalline spires lit up and practically glowing.”

“What about that sunrise in the EDZ?”

“Oh yeah, this one was pretty good.”

Do you have a favourite colour?

“Not particularly, though green’s pretty good since I dyed my hair with it.”

Show us your favourite outfit!

“Top picture, switch the pants for the Lucky Pants and you’re sorted. Bottom picture, I miss my BrayTech hood. It was super cosy, and paired nicely with the Taimat(?) chestpiece.”

What’s your favourite shader?

“New Monarchy Diamonds and Metro Shift.”

If you could make a wish to an Ahamkara for anything - no strings attached - what would you wish for?

“To save all those I failed to save. The Iron Lords, Cayde. All of them.”

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[rxcusant]

wow hey more peopled liked my hoshimeguri sora sketch than i thought so

Hey, who wants some context!!! and further rambling of the au!!! its all about traveling the stars and theres a dragon and everyone has beautiful designs and my faceclaim is an assassin in it

[its a little long tho because of the Lore (TM) so uh. fair warning]

Hoshimeguri, or Star Tour Observer, was an original event and storyline in IDOLiSH7 like 4 months ago? I think? anyway if you wanna get a little glimpse over everyone and the stars you can go right here but otherwise im gonna quick run thru everything cause i rly love hoshimegu (the PV is gonna pop up first you can either watch it and rock out to Hoshikuzu Magic or click out and skim thru everything)

the prologue for hoshimeguri is, as roughly translated,

in the beginning a myriad of stars crystallized into a form known as the ‘Star Gem’. The gem contained the power to grant any wish. People prayed to the Star Gem for blessings and obtained joy and fulfillment in their lives. People prayed to the Star Gem for evil purposes and brought about calamities. People grew covetous of the star Gem, breeding hate and resentment. The Star Gem that had granted millions of blessings had instead become a vessel for millions of curses. the Guardian of the Star Gem prayed for the Star Gem to be sealed away. The wish was granted the Guardian fell into eternal slumber. The Star Gem could no longer hold its form and split into six pieces. A single massive planet split into six with it. On the verge of sleep the Guardian created a being to oversee the worlds in his place. To journey across the stars, watching. the ‘Observer of the Stars’ bore witness to countless moments, countless stars, and countless lives.

so.. in less fancy speak, there was a Star Gem that granted wishes but people misused it’s power for Bad Stuff. the Gem’s Guardian sealed it away and the Star Gem split into six little gems-- and created the six worlds i’m about to explain-- and the Guardian pulled a ventus and fell asleep, but the last thing he did was make a cool dragon to observe and watch over life.

so this brings us to the six planets/worlds/stars one thousand years later!

First off-- Eterno! aka where I shoved Sora and Riku, ill expand on them later

Eterno is a desert star, covered in sand and sunlight. the planet Alba once waged war with Eterno to steal their sunlight a dozen years ago and drained the planet of its resources in the process. During the war the royal family disappeared so Eterno doesn’t have any ruler or security. Being a wasteland Eterno is considered a worthless star so nobody bothers or troubles it beyond some trading at the port.

Secondly we have Bestia!

Bestia is covered in dense forests and jungle, inhabited by several types of animals. The people of Bestia have beast blood and animal parts like ears and tails so this is basically the furry planet. the people of Bestia are looked down upon for this though. Bestia is home to a large trading port and many from starts all over come to trade in Bestian goods.

Next is Alba!

Alba is a star covered in darkness as the other planets block the sun’s ray from reaching them. Alba's main specialty is minerals and so bright crystals are their symbol. the former king invaded Eterno to steal their sunlight however the current king, Carnelian, regrets that war and would like to set things right between the stars.

Then we have Lama, the star of steel! i love Lama, two of my favorites are from this star!!!!!

Lama is a star with strong military power, easily overcoming the other stars in terms of strength. Lama is currently recovering from a long civil war between the former king and the people. The former king treasured military might and soldiers above all else-- in particular, those that could provide weapons for warfare. Anyone who couldn’t was subject to a life of poverty and servitude. Eventually the people rebelled an the civil war raged on for years. the prince at the time, Orion, with the help of an assassin, Erin, faked an assassination of the king (instead locking him up) and when the news reaches the rebel forces they called off their forces. The rebels had no issue with Orion becoming king since he carried out the assassin order and thus Orions peaceful reign as King began, working to rebuild relations between the people of Lama and the royal family.

next up is Sirenia! this is where i put Kairi, ill expand on that later.

Sirenia is blessed with water and canals everywhere. Every year they hold a festival to celebrate the rainy season. The people of Sirenia are relaxed and laid back because their star hasn’t been attacked or invaded in many years (with the former king using most of his power to essentially cut off Sirenia from the other stars with a magic wall, and trading was regulated). The residents love the arts and music and living life freely and creatively. The residents also practice in hydromancy, using water to predict the future and learning tarot cards and fortune telling.

Lastly is Mistero which i admittedly remember the least about

Mistero is a mysterious star but faith in the Star Gem is strong. There exists a large temple on the star however divine energy prevents people from entering. Mistero was the original planet before the planet and Star Gem split into six pieces. Its on this world that the Guardian, Vega, still sleeps. His attendant, Capella, still waits for him to wake.

aaaaaaand those are the stars! oh my god that took an hour to type. WELL SINCE THIS IS ALREADY REALLY LONG WINDED I’LL TRY TO KEEP THE AU WITH SORA AND RIKU AND KAIRI BRIEF EVEN THO IM SURE THATS WHAT YOU’D BE HERE FOR INSTEAD OF IDOL JUNK djfgnks

i dont have anything concrete but my current concepts are-

Sora and Riku grew up on Eterno together. Having known about the existence of other stars but always being too young to travel themselves the two decided one day to leave and explore them all together. Eventually the day came where the two of them snuck onto a ship, not entirely sure where it was headed. Once the ship docked on Sirenia Sora and Riku made a break for it, not wanting to be discovered as stowaways. 

Kairi lives a carefree life on Sirenia with her friend Namine and instructor Aqua. Aqua teaches the girls hydromancy altho Namine holds more of an interest in drawing and painting. Kairi however is extremely skilled in hydromancy and one day receives a sign about dual forces about to enter her life. She doesnt know what to make of the vague message tho and puts it to the back of her mind for a week maybe.

And then came the day she ran into Sora and Riku. the two of them stuck out like a sore thumb in their Eterno attire. Kairi warned them about how trade and visitors are carefully regulated and any intruders aren’t to be taken lightly. the boys apologize and explain they just wanted to explore some new worlds. Its with that Kairi agreed to help them out but only if they let her come with them, since life in Sirenia while carefree can get dreadfully dull doing the same thing over and over again. Kairi arranges passage under the guise of aiding other stars with her fortune telling and sneaks Sora and Riku onto her ship. 

And thats how the three of them began their own Star Tours ha cha cha

also side note i bet Vanitas and Ventus are brothers from Lama raised by xehanort to be soldiers in Lama’s military but neither of them are really Cool with this idea and probably just take off one day jdfhgkjf dont ask me what terra or xion and roxas and axel are doing because i have NO IDEA what star to put them on

yeah. thats the hoshimeguri au right now. //jazz hands; if you made it this far thank you for indulging me i owe you my life

#outofxiii #this is kinda long and rambley under the cut but if you were Slightly interested then Yeah heres come info #i love hoshimeguri tho.........its been 4 months and it remains my favorite i7 event #if only because its a COMPLETELY ORIGINAL STORY with its own world building and lore like what!!! #all this for a freaking mobile rhythm game??? nice nice nice nice

[imjustthemechanic]

The French Mistake

Part 1/? - A Visitor Part 2/? - The Kulturhistorisk Museum Heist Part 3/? - Cutscene Part 4/? - The Marvel Cinematic Universe Part 5/? - Breathless Part 6/? - Escape at Last Part 7/? - Fox in Socks Part 8/? - Things Go Wrong Part 9/? - Downey and Out Part 10/? - Road Trip Part 11/? - Temptation Part 12/? - An Awful Reunion Part 13/? - Unreality Intrudes Part 14/? - A Call for Help Part 15/? - Loki’s Guests Part 16/? - Stan Lee Cameo Part 17/? - Reassessment Part 18/? - Midnight Invasion Part 19/? - Elevator Fight Part 20/? - Courage Part 21/? - Unwelcome Back Part 22/? - Darkest Hour Part 23/? - They Are Here Part 24/? - The Jet Propulsion Laboratory Part 25/? - Word of God Part 26/? - Avengers Assembled Part 27/? - The Houston Underground Part 28/? - Houston has a Problem Part 29/? - Onward and Upward Part 30/? - The Chi’Tauri Queen Part 31/? - Through the Wormhole Part 32/? - Prisoners Part 33/? - Arm’s Length Part 34/? - A Moment’s Respite Part 35/? - Ravagers to the Rescue Part 36/? - What Happened to Hiddleston Part 37/? - Haven Part 38/? - Steve Has a Terrible Idea

I should clearly never let my stories reach space because they always wander off on side adventures.  Also I’m gonna have to namedrop @copperbadge as a credit for the joke about RDJ’s life advice, though I’m sure they will have NO IDEA what’s going on in this fic.

When they returned to the dormitory they found that Thor had started telling the actors about what they’d been doing during their visit to the other universe.  He’d gotten as far as meeting up with Steve and Nat at the airport in Canada.

“They were not alone,” he said.  “They had Robert Downey Junior with them.”

“Oh, no,” groaned Evans.  “Bob’s going to give us hell about this for the rest of our lives.”

“You should not disrespect him,” said Thor.  “He is a brave man in his own way, who has done much good in the world.”

“I know,” said Evans, “but he’s also a tease. You should hear him when he decides to ‘advise’ me on my ‘life choices’.”

“We can probably imagine it,” said Nat, sitting down again.  She grabbed one of the fruits.  The others had been eating them by squeezing them until the sides split and the applesauce-like interior oozed out, and then sucking that up.  Steve tried it himself, prepared for something horrible, but it turned out to be both tart and sweet, something like rhubarb with a lot of sugar, but a texture more like a soft pear.  Unfamiliar, but in no way inedible.

“What did you learn?” Thor asked them.

“Aarflot was talking to the Captain again,” Natasha said.  “The Captain was telling him how we stole a Leviathan, which Aarflot seemed to find impressive, but then he added that we have some kind of wormhole drive on board. They agreed it couldn’t be a normal Chi’Tauri hyperdrive because that’s too big to fit in a Leviathan, which is a short-range ship anyway, so it must be something new and unusual.”

Steve groaned – he could tell where this was going. “They’re going to sell our ship out from under us?”

“That’s what it sounds like,” said Nat.  “So we can’t sit here, no matter how tempting that may be after everything we’ve already done the past couple of days.  We need a plan to get it back.”

She looked at Steve.  Steve was about to protest that Nat thought his plans were terrible, but then he realized everybody else was looking at him, too, with that same expression people always used when they were assuming he was in charge.  Even Evans, who should have known better if anybody did, was waiting for Steve to say something.  Why did everybody always assume Steve was the ideas guy?

“Well,” he said, “the last time we were stuck in a hotel with aliens who wanted to kill us, we went out the window, but we can’t do that here because we’re in space,” he said.  At least there wasn’t going to be another elevator here, since they’d seen no sign the building had one.  “Aarflot’s probably been told to keep us in here while the Captain finds a buyer for the Leviathan, so we’re going to have to distract him and slip out.”

“Then what?” asked Nat.  “We can’t go anywhere, he said Leviathans are short-range ships. I don’t know what that means in space travel but I doubt it’ll get us to Earth.  We would need the wormhole to go anywhere, and for that we need the tesseract, which might be light-years away with the Chi’Tauri.”

“We could go to Asgard!” said Hemsworth.  He turned to Thor.  “Heimdall sees everything, right?  One of you two must know how to call for him.”  He pointed at Thor, then at Loki, then Thor again.  “We’ll explain to him what’s going on, and then the Asgardians can help us get the tesseract back!”

Thor shook his head.  “And while we’re gone, the pirates here may dismantle or destroy our Leviathan,” he said.  “That is a risk we cannot take.  Besides, Asgard does not tangle with Thanos, nor he with us.  To do so would start a war neither side could support.”

Nobody had thought of that, and all were disappointed. “So… no help from Asgard,” said Evans.

“We’re gonna need somebody to keep the Chi’Tauri busy while we go for the tesseract,” said Steve.  “The Ravagers won’t help us without being paid for it and I’m not sure even Asgard has the money to pay all of them.  We’re going to have to get help from somewhere else, but…” he stopped, as his train of thought wandered off down a side track.  The Ravagers wouldn’t help willingly, but they would defend themselves.  “Okay,” he said.  “Okay, wait, I think I have an idea.”

“Uh-oh,” said Natasha.

“Don’t uh-oh,” Steve said.  “A moment ago you were waiting for me to come up with something! Just give me moment to think.”

The idea crystallized slowly, piece by piece. It was probably a terrible plan – Peggy might have called it suicidal and Hayley Atwell definitely would.  He’d be risking all their lives, but then, any attempt to get the tesseract back from the Chi’Tauri would be a terrible risk.  There wouldn’t be a second chance if they got it wrong, but second chances were a luxury the Avengers never had.  Besides, they were back in a universe they knew the rules of now.  That in itself might help.

“Well?” Nat said.  “What’s the idea?”

Steve told them.  He expected Nat to tell him it was his worst idea ever, but instead, the first person to offer an opinion was Loki.

“I’m not doing it,” he said.

“It worked for the Guardians of the Galaxy,” Hemsworth offered.

“No, it didn’t!” said Johansson.  “Did you even watch that movie?”

“Who are the Guardians of the Galaxy?” asked Steve.

“You haven’t met them yet,” said Evans.  “You probably won’t like them.”

“Well, does anybody have a better idea?” Steve wanted to know.

Thor poked his brother.  “Loki, if you refuse to be present in person perhaps you could cast an illusion of…”

“I’m saving my strength to switch our bodies back, remember?” Loki asked.  “If you wish to put that off then by all means, ask me to do card tricks in the mean time!  I will have no part of it.”

Nat thought for a moment.  “I might… I’m not sure it’s actually a better idea, but it may be an improved variation.”

“Will it still use me as bait?” asked Loki.

“No,” said Nat, “but we’ll need the cooperation of one of the Ravagers.  Don’t worry, whoever it is doesn’t have to be willing.”

Loki nodded.  “Then we’ll go with her idea.”

“Either way, the first step is to get out of here,” said Natasha.  She stood up and wiped mushy fruit innards off her fingers on her shirt.  “Which I am happy to do, because this is the shiftiest hotel I have ever been in, and I’ve been to Times Square in the 80’s.”

Johansson looked intrigued.  “Is that like the thing from the comics, where you’re way older than you look?” she asked eagerly.

“No,” said Natasha, “it was time travel.  I’ll tell you about it later.”

“Even better and yet oddly disappointing,” sighed Johansson, “since it probably means the writers will never let me kiss Sebastian Stan.”

“You should probably talk to Sebastian about that,” said Steve.

They started down the stairs in a group, having decided that the most powerful members of the party should go first.  That way if they were challenged, they could keep Aarflot distracted while everybody else snuck out, and then hopefully make their own getaway even if he called for reinforcements.  Hemsworth and Evans therefore led the way, with Steve, Thor, Natasha, and Johansson clustered close to Loki and Hiddleston, who were still the ones in greatest need of protection.

Aarflot was still in the lobby.  He was now behind the little counter, and since Steve couldn’t see a door that led into the area, he couldn’t imagine how he’d got there – Aarflot was surely much too big to climb through the little window.  He was chatting with Miss Alpha-Eleven-Three, who had a new arm now, though it didn’t match any of her other parts.

“Begging your pardon, Sweet-Beeps,” said Aarflot. “Our guests are here.  Did you fine people need anything?” he asked. His face was all smiles and his voice all helpfulness, but there was still the impression that he wanted them to know they’d been seen.

“Ah, Sir Aarflot,” said Hemsworth, stepping forward. “I did have one question.”

“What can I do for my honoured guest?” Aarflot asked.

“I know little as yet of the practices in Haven,” Hemsworth said, “but in Asgard and indeed on my friends’ world of Earth, it is considered unseemly that a prince should share his lodgings with so many others. My brother’s company I do not mind, and I can stretch to accept our guests, but must there be strangers?”

“I know I don’t sound like that,” Thor muttered.

“You mean Fishlips?” asked Aarflot.  “She’s harmless – she’s hibernating, actually. Won’t be up for weeks yet.”

“I do not begrudge the Lady Fishlips a place to sleep,” Hemsworth assured him, “but I would rather not be in the same room with her.  Have you nothing more private?”

“You’ve clearly never been on a space station before, if you think we have much privacy,” Aarflot told him.  “Maybe I can hang some curtains around her bed or something…”

With Hemsworth’s broad shoulders to fill the space around the little counter where Aarflot was, and with Evans standing next to him so Miss Alpha couldn’t see either, the others started to creep by one by one.  What they hadn’t bargained on, but really should have, was Aarflot having accomplices.  Natasha made it to the door and eased it open, and immediately heard an excited cry from outside.

“It’s them!” a high-pitched voice exclaimed.

There must have been a crowd waiting outside, because Nat had to step back from the door very quickly as at least a dozen people tried to surge through at once.  There were aliens of every description, from those who looked almost entirely human to things on which Steve couldn’t even identify an obvious head, all climbing over and pushing past each other to get inside.  Any hope Steve might have had that this crowd wasn’t there for them was quickly quashed. Actors and Avengers formed a tight group at the bottom of the spiral stairs as their fans gathered around them.

“Did you really steal a Leviathan?” a short, furry creature asked.

“Just… what, ten of you?” a more human-looking individual said.

“Eight,” said Steve, holding his hands up in honest fear that the crowd would crush him.

“Eight!  Just eight of you against a whole hive!”  A banana-yellow woman, complete with the sorts of black spots a ripe banana would have, and with yarn-like white hair, crushed herself up against Evans and put her arms around his neck.  “How did you manage it?”

“Uh.”  Evans looked at Steve.  “Teamwork. And, um… sit-ups.  Lots of sit-ups.”

This guy was an actor?  Steve rolled his eyes and turned his head, and found himself looking right at Aarflot, who had a satisfied smile on his face.  So did Miss Alpha at his side, and Steve was absolutely sure that they’d done this on purpose.  They knew that the party couldn’t leave the hotel if they were going to be mobbed the moment they stepped outside.

“My name is Musa,” said the banana woman.  “What’s yours?”

“Chris,” said Evans.  “I mean Steve!  Can you… can you excuse us?”

Aarflot clapped his hands.  “Now, now, everybody!” he said, stepping through the crowd.  “Our guests are very tired – defeating an entire Chi’Tauri hive is doubtless very hard work.  They need rest and, importantly, privacy!  Is that not what Prince Thor came to ask me about?”  He smiled at Hemsworth – a smile with a bit of triumph behind it.

“Verily,” said Hemsworth.

“Then we’d better make some more appropriate arrangements for you,” said Aarflot.  “All of you, come with me.  Miss Alpha-Eleven-Three, if you would hold back the baying mob, please?”

Miss Alpha held up the arm she hadn’t recently replaced, and the hand bent back at an unnatural angle, exposing what was definitely the muzzle of some sort of weapon.  People moved back.

“That’s better,” said Aarflot, shooing them up the stairs.  “Come now, let’s find you that privacy you wanted so badly.”

#fanfic #steve rogers #natasha romanov

[mythharvester]

Walking in my shoes chapter 2

Chapter Two Day 2- Dreamtime.

Cassidy woke up to the ping of his mobile at 6. 05 am, only 4 hours and 20 minutes sleep. The sound of the phone snapped him out and the dream was gone. He was not upset because he knew he would have had to wake up soon as he had to jump out of bed and get to the toilet before the flood come. Just a function of reaching the autumn years he thought, then the notion that maybe that was a bullshit belief right there stuck him and he smiled to him self. For a man who does not visualise the dream had been pretty vivid, but it was a bit like trying to find a document in the cloud for the old fellow, he was close but just could not get it back. Not to worry this is just a maybe moment, he thought it was only a I see it and believe it opportunity.

He had asked his angels to help him remember and while the exact details eluded him the overall content was firm in his mind. There was a challenge, a dragon to slay, an opposition. It was almost like a military operation. He was in dangerous terrain, they had set up about six bunker type stations in front of the target. It was nighttime and they had been successful in moving forward and backward without being detected. The strategy was solid the last fifty metres to the target building was well covered. The approach zone had been checked and was clear of booby traps. Radio communications had been established and the countdown to attack had begun. 10, 9, 8, ping they phone went off. He was glad in a way because he knew he would not have made it and laughed at himself imagining stopping the countdown, sorry bravo team can we wait till I have a pee? I’m absolutely busting. Worse than that what if he went in his dream and became a 59 year old bed wetter? Not good for his manly image? His sense of humour kicked in, he wondered if it would be more embarrassing at the chemist than buying condoms? Can I have these extra large incontinence knickers please?

He pulled out his pendulum time to find out the truth of the matter, his gut was telling him that there was a message in the dream so he asked that question and his pendulum started spinning in a clockwise circle, his yes response. So he relaxed and focused on his breathing, time to quite his mind. What was the message? As he relaxed and focused on the meaning he felt the explanation come to him. Be patient friend, develop your strategy and implement it. Take care not to rush in, take baby steps and hone your skills. Keep your eye on the prize and you third eye will open for you. So was that the message.? Pity his angel was not as precise as Joseph’s in Mathew 2. Pretty clear message, “get up flee to Egypt with the child and his mother” Not for him, so he used his pendulum to see if his interpretation was correct and the answer was yes.

Time for a walk so he said a little prayer, holy father and my angels please open my mind today to your countless messages and communications, let me notice and connect with at least two of your miracles and be able to connect the things I see to your messages, let my see your plan for me today as I walk in the wonder of your creation.

He looked for a deck of cards and picked up the crystal cards and started shuffling. the card he picked was stichtite in serpentine. The message-Meditation, Clearing your every centres detoxifying your thoughts. Few and negative thoughts are preventing you from experiencing joy in your life. Consciously choose to love and trust the universe. There is nothing to fear you are eternally surrounded by love.

Once again he smiled at how relevant the card was, last night he asked his support crew to join him in sleep and help him unblock his chakras. This mornings card is about unblocking those energy centres.

During his walk a car cut through at a crossing just as his friend and he turned to cross. A close call? Was it a sign, a message? the car was white, Later he used his pendulum to confirm it was a sign, keep your eyes open and on the path, you will reach your destination but it will be a journey with challenges and road blocks. He decided to use white as a guide for any connecting synchronicities during the day. He set the intention.

At bedtime he decided to say the prayer of Francis of Assisis. Lord, make me an instrument of your peace. Where there is hatred, let me sow love; where there is injury, pardon; where there is doubt, faith; where there is despair, hope; where there is darkness, light; and where there is sadness, joy. O Divine Master, grant that I may not so much seek to be consoled as to console; to be understood as to understand; to be loved as to love. For it is in giving that we receive; it is in pardoning that we are pardoned; and it is in dying that we are born to eternal life. Amen

Now it was permission time, time to exercise his free will, ask and it shall be given. . Holy Father, my guardian angels, my angels, spirit guides, my higher self and ascended masters I give you permission to join me in my dreams and please guide me and help me to clear and unblock my Chakras and open up my third eye. Help me to remember my dreams and to interpretate any signs or messages I need to help me on my journey. Thy will be done. Lights out so he picked up the phone and started a guided meditation to help him drift of to sleep.

[frolick-crow]

Diana and Alistair in 1,2,3,6,8,18,20,21,23,25,30,33,38,37,40,41(pretty please)

Sorry for taking so long. This was a big list and I wanted to make sure I answered everything correctly. (Link to the prompt)

1. Fav color?

Diana -  periwinkle, it’s the perfect combination between her other two favorite colors, blue and pink. Alistair - orange, it reminds him of the sun setting and rising; he finds that really relaxing to watch..

2. Does your OC collect anything?

Diana - she sometimes collects crystals. They grow all around the kingdom she lives in. Some act as elements for spells and supernatural powers. Alistair - around the winter time, he’ll collect whatever he can that can provide him warmth, otherwise he’d be stuck with nothing but the clothes on his back.

3. Allergies? Honestly, neither are allergic to anything. Being a magical being, Diana doesn’t get sick too often, and Alistair has a pretty good immune system himself.

6. Favorite animal? least favorite animal? In the monster world, there are some monsters that act like pets and wild animals, so I’ll use those instead, as there aren’t any animals you’d find on Earth in that world.

Neither Diana or Alistair have a favorite “animal”, but they do have a least favorite.

Diana - there’s a creature called a Narx that’s like a large rat about the size of a small dog (this was also an earlier character, but now they’ll be a minor character later in the story). They rummage through garbage and live mostly in urban areas. Like most monsters, she sees them as pests, but would never try to hurt them, especially if they haven’t done anything to her.

Alistair - I won’t say this is his least favorite, but he has had bad experiences with them, Ogrehunds (i.e. Victoria’s pet, Princess). It’s the really big ones he dislikes because they can be the most aggressive and territorial.

8. OC’s theme song? I’d like to use video game BG music to answer this (I have other ideas, but this helped narrowed my choices down).

Diana - https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=dtYwq4aBr0E

Alistair - https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xIt4u-VdAP4

18. Greatest fears? Strengths? Weaknesses?

Diana - greatest fear, being trapped in an endless black void; extreme darkness really unsettles her. Greatest strength, communication skills. She’s a very social creature with a lot of other monsters on her side, and not just because she’s a well know queen. She’s also given the community copious amounts of sincerity and solicitude. Her greatest weakness would be her emotions. She’s got a lot of passion in her, and that can lead to her making some impulsive decisions and reactions.

Alistair - greatest fear, needles or getting a shot; never liked them as a kid and doesn’t like them now. Greatest strength, his agility; he can think quick on his feet if he’s focused and can escape dangerous situations easily. Greatest weakness, sometimes his sympathy towards others; he’s prone to being fooled by people who pretend to be more pitiful than him.

20. If they came from their world to ours (if not already in our’s) how would they react? What would they do? Diana - she’d try her best to blend in with the human’s customs; she takes respecting other’s cultures very seriously. Then she’d politely ask the natives what they do normally in their free time, or what kind of social activities humans do. Alistair - he’d find humans really weird looking. He’s be baffled by the lack of claws, fur, scales, wings, etc. The first thing he’d do is look for food, might even go up to a human directly and ask them where he could get something to eat. Then he’d find a nice alley to rest at.

21. What personal problems/issues do they have? Pet peeves?

Diana - personal issues, she longs for a soulmate; her father wants her to be with someone that’s the same species of her, but same species relationships don’t matter to her. Pet peeves, when people call her a princess instead of a queen. It’s one thing when it’s an accident, but when people call her that in a condescending way, that’s when it gets her annoyed.

Alistair - personal issues, a lot of people judge him for his reckless behavior, and he uses that as an excuse for expressing himself. He hates admitting it, but sometimes that behavior of his does more harm than good. Pet peeves, when people call him reckless solely because he’s a Ghoul.

23. Random fact about OC?

Diana - she doesn’t eat meat of any kind, excluding insects and spiders, which she rarely eats anyway. A Beelzebats diet consists of mostly of fruits and vegetables.

Alistair - sometimes tiny creatures will crawl in his hair and make themselves at home — and he won’t even notice! He’ll even eat them if he gets hungry.

25. What inspired you to create them / how did you create them? Were they originally a fan character? What was their personality / design like when you first made them?

Diana - well she’s based off some fan art of a character that belonged to someone else, then I wanted to make a character a bit similar to that character I drew. After that, she kind of spun into something a little more original. I wanted her to be a pop star queen who had a very seductive personality. She was a little bit skinnier too, but now I like drawing her a little plump and voluptuous.

Alistair - he was inspired by an old OC of mine that was created about a year before I came up with Never Normal. When I decided to put him in the story, he had Henrik’s role, a waiter at a monster themed restaurant/bar (Henrik was not imagined at that time, btw). After some development, I gave him a bigger role, and he became Pip’s “guardian angel”. His appearance was more human like and he was barely a monster. Originally he was an undead person, a human that was killed in the monster world and brought back to life. I made him a monster afterwards. As for his personality, he was more gentleman like, and much wiser in the past.

30. Do they want to get married? Why or why not? Would they ever want kids? Do they have kids? Why?

Diana - she’d most definitely want to get married and start a family of her own. She loves kids and hopes be a mother one day.

Alistair - he wouldn’t mind getting married, but he’s not too sure about having kids. It’s not that he hates kids, he just doesn’t like all that responsibility put on him.

33. Would they ever kill someone? What would someone have to do to push them to kill someone? If they would kill someone, why?

Diana would try her best to avoid killing any living creature, but if they were to post any threat to the monsters in her kingdom, she would do whatever it takes to protect them.

Alistair, on the other hand, wouldn’t hesitate to kill someone that threatened to hurt the ones he cared about. When he fights back, he fights back hard, and Ghouls can be deadly if they fight too viciously.

37. What’s something that your character does, that other people don’t normally do? Being nocturnal, Diana sleeps during the day and wakes up when dusk arrives. Alistair loves high places and will sometimes climb up buildings in the city just for fun or to relieve stress.

38. What would your character do with a million dollars? Diana would most likely donate it to someone who needs it; she’s already pretty wealthy herself. Alistair would use it to find himself a home, then save most of it for later.

40. Your character is getting ready for a night out. Where are they going? What do they wear? Who will they be with?

Diana - if she were going somewhere fancy and on a date, she’s wear something classy and formal. If she went to a nightclub, she’d most likely go in her usual purple dress with a few accessories. Her clothes have to be custom made because she’s one of the more larger monsters, and not a lot of stores have her size. She doesn’t have many “close” friends, but there’s almost always a small group of monsters hanging out with her when she’s out and about.

Alistair - he’ll never dress fancy for anything, and will most likely be late for the occasion. He goes to a lot of places alone and not too many monsters would volunteer to go out with him. He’d prefer a night out somewhere outside; interiors have strange smells that he has a hard time getting used to and it only makes him anxious and distracted.

41. What does your character do when they’re angry? Why? 

When Diana gets really angry, her emotions can make her telekinetic powers go haywire. Stuff will fly around, break, and even explode.

Alistair doesn’t get all that angry unless he’s defensive about something. he can go from totally calm to rage within seconds. His appearance changes as well; his eyes will change colors, his teeth will get longer, and will behave much more savage like. This is a natural trait for Ghouls though, but he’s capable of maintaining self control since he was raised outside his natural habitat.

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Cairo and Safari Tours in New Year

Cairo and Safari Tours in New Year

Cairo, the chaotic capital of Egypt, rich in world-famous history, a city that feels stuck between timelines. Donkey carts are driving down a dusty road where on the other side honking cars are polluting the city. Accept Cairo’s fascinating chaos, and you suddenly hear a Friendly Egyptian shout “Welcome to Egypt!”. This guide explains the best Things to do in Cairo with our

Cairo and Safari Tours in New Year. Cairo combines a rich collection of ancient monuments that have survived along the years from the different eras. Discover the best of

Cairo and Safari Tours in New Year and get the chance to visit the most famous archaeological site in the world.

You will get the chance to enjoy the panoramic view of the Giza Plateau and take amazing photos with the three Pyramids of Cheops, Chephren and Mykerinus. Feast your eyes while exploring the amazement of Sphinx and then move to visit the Valley Temple which was main entrance to the Giza Plateau.

Day 1: Arrival Cairo ,

Cairo and Safari Tours in New Year

World tour advice travel responsible will be more than happy to meet you at Cairo airport, holding a sign with your names, then he will help you to end your entry visa procedures, taking you to the private A C  car to drive to your hotel in Cairo, check in, relaxation, if you are not tired from travelling you can join Sound and lights show in front of the great Sphinx and Giza pyramids ( Optional tour 

 Day 2: Pyramids Day tour,

Cairo and Safari Tours in New Year

Enjoy your breakfast in hotel, meet your tour guide, enjoy guided tours to Memphis Old city, which is the first capital of all Egypt after the unification between south Egypt and North Egypt, Memphis was erected by king Narmer Mena 5000 years ago, It is original name was Men Nefer which means the white monument, Memphis in ancient times was surrounded by a white wall, Now there are few ruins of the city, the ruins are collected in an opened are a museum, The most famous thing you will see there is a huge statue of Ramsses II, alabaster Sphinx and the triad of Memphis ( god Ptah, his wife Sekhmet and their son Khonsu ), Proceed tour to scout Saqqara pyramids, where you will relish a tour to the first pyramid ever buolt in Egypt ( The Step pyramid), and you will scout all the complex to see Unas pyramid, entery in Teti pyramid, entry in one mastaba ( Tomb of a noble man) , Enjoy tasty lunch meal, then proceed tour to Giza pyramids, the only survived monument of the 7 ancient wonders of the world, There are located 3 pyramids

 ( Cheops) ( Chephren ) and Menkaure, proceed tour to the Sphinx, the biggest statue of one piece in all the world, it is represented with a head of a man and a body of a lion and it was beleived that he was the guardian of the pyramids, bt anyway all pyramids treasures were stolen, There close to the Sphinx You will visit the valley temple, back to hotel. Overnight in Cairo

 Day 3: El Baharyia oasis Tour,

Cairo and Safari Tours in New Year

Breakfast in hotel, meet your expert tour guide, drive to El Baharyia oasis, meet the Bedouin guide who will take you in a tour in the desert by his 4x4, hiking tours in the black desert, the white desert, the crystal mountain, Aqabat, on your way to the white desert you will stop for a lunch meal in Heiz, About 160 km south of Bahariya Oasis,28 miles north of Farafra oases, the White Desert begins. It is truly white, in clear contrast with the yellow desert elsewhere, The quantity of unearthly and beautiful wind-carved rock formations shaped in the form of giant mushrooms or pebbles is unequalled in any desert in the world. The snow-white desert is actually made of chalk that has been exposed for years to what geologists call "differential weathering," the erosion of soft particles that results in erie protrusions of hard rock. This explains the very beautiful forms that now fill the White Desert including shapes like domes, minarets, castles, towers and so forth.The white desert is totally safe to stay overnight. The only animal you may see (if you are lucky) is the small desert fox that will come late at night and eat the leftovers of your dinner.There are no creepy crawly’ and no one bothers you, You will have 2 options either to stay the overnight in the camp ( sleeping in tend ) in the white desert, It is truly camp, no toilets except behind the dunes in the desert, The second option is to end the tour in the white desert, then back to El Bahariya oasis and overnoght in hotel in Bahariy oasis

 Day 4: El Baharyia Safari,

Cairo and Safari Tours in New Year

Breakfast, tours to the best places in El Bahariya, the golden mummies museum, the tombs of the 26th dynasty, the English mountain, return to Cairo. Overnight in Cairo

 Day 5; Cairo city tour,

Cairo and Safari Tours in New Year

Breakfast in Cairo hotel, meet your tour guide, tour to visit the Egyptian museum,Relish our tours to the Egyptian Museum in Cairo, It is located north of Tahrir square, The Egyptian museum in Cairo is the richest museum of Egyptian antiquities in the whole world, it contains pharaonic treasures going back to 7,000 years & it is open daily, the gold and alabaster trappings from the tomb of Tut Ankh Amun draw the crowds and there are people whose sole reason for visiting Egypt is to see them, there is no visit to Egypt is complete without a trip to go through this magnificent collection of rare jewelry & treasures of Tutankhamun, Proceed tour to visit the citadel of Saladin, Relish a tasty lunch meal, back to hotel

Overnight in Cairo

 Day 6: Cairo - Luxor  

Breakfast in hotel, meet world tour advice representative, transfer to Cairo airport, fly to Luxor, at Luxor airport meet your tour guide, guided tours to visit the valley kings, where are located hidden tombs of the pharaohs of Egypt New kingdom and Late kingdom, The tour guide will take you to reconnoiter the secrets of ancient Egyptian religions, beleifs, mumies operation, proceed tour to ( El Deir El Bahary temple ) Htashepsut temple, She is the only woman who ruled Egypt as a pharaoh, 

 Proceed tour to visit the Colossi of Memnon, the only remaining part of the Great mortuary Temple of Amen Hotep III. These two huge colossi are 18 meters in height and they became a landmark of Luxor city during the Roman period, due to the air passage in the cracks of one of the statues, Every day early morning a humming sound was heard. The Romans thought that this was Memnone voice, their legendary hero greeting his mother, the goddess Eos.Your guide will give you free time for photos, then visit the papyrus institute, the alabaster factory, then tour to Karnak temple, the biggest erection ever built for worshipping in whole world, lunch meal transfer to Luxor airport, fly to Cairo, meet our tour rep at airport, transfer to Cairo hotel

Overnight in Cairo

 Day 7: Free Day in Cairo 

Breakfast, free day in Cairo or enjoy or guided tours to Islamic and Coptic Cairo, Visit the hanging church, Ebn Ezra synagogue, The hoy crypt of the Christian family, Ibn Tulun Mosque, lunch meal, back to hotel, at night. Overnight in Cairo

 Day 8: Final Departure

Breakfast, check out, transfer to Cairo airport for final departure

Travel Package Includes

- Meeting and assistance upon arrival to Cairo airport, and in departure

- Airport transfer upon arrival and departure time by private modern AC vans

- All tours transfers by modern private Ac  vans

- All tours are guided tours, All tour guides are professional tour guides with licence from tourism ministry, They studied Egyptology at least for 2 years

- All entrance fees for the mentioned places in our itinerary

- All tours as per itinerary

- Lunch meals during all day tours

- Mineral water on board during day tours

- 6  nights accommodation in Cairo B.B , and one night cam in Bahariya oasis

- Domestic flight from Cairo to Luxor and return

- Meeting and assistance in Luxor airport

-Jeep 4x4 tours in the desert

Travel Package Excludes

- All Optional tours

- Meals not mentioned in tour itinerary

-Beverages not mentioned in tour itinerary

-Tipping kitty, Recommended but not obligatory

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