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llamagoddessofficial · 6 months

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It was the best hidden room in his castle.

Nightmare appeared, emerging from within the liquid shadows at the far corner, taking on a solid form. The room had no doors- that was the trick to it. Only a being who already knew the room’s location in the castle, and had the ability to transport themselves through space, would be capable of accessing this place.

... Though there was no door, there was a window. Just one. A circular skylight, directly above the bed... it gave a perfect view of the stars.

It was a small, comfortable chamber, the obsidian walls draped with finely embroidered midnight blue tapestries to maintain warmth. Ancient murals, moons and interlocking patterns that had long lost their meaning, inlaid with silver- the silver caught the light from the small glowing blue stones that dotted the walls. The room was barely brighter than a dim twilight.

Of course... the most important thing in the whole room was what was at the centre.

... Nightmare approached your bed.

A fine bed, of course. A large canopy draped luxuriously, for even more warmth, protection and quiet. Only the best for you. You were tucked under sumptuous sheets, your head upon a satin pillow, sweet little face barely visible under all the layers of comfort.

... He reached out, tucking the blanket down slightly, to get a better look at you. You were so peaceful. Your cheeks had regained some colour, over the past few days, as had your lips- but your eyelids did not move.

He knew what it looked like. If his damned brother found this room, and the sleeping human, he’d jump to conclusions (as he always did); Nightmare had stolen a human, cursed them with eternal sleep. Worst case scenario, Nightmare was tormenting this human as a sick game- best case scenario, Nightmare has grown so feverishly attached he would rather have someone sleep in his arms forever than be free to walk away from him.

...

And... well. It would be a lie to say that he wasn’t enjoying having you this way. But it was missing one crucial detail.

... You would wake up the moment you wanted to.

He sat on the bed, beside you. He reached out, and gently stroked your hair... enjoying the softness and texture.

You didn’t stir.

Nightmare had felt your pain far across your universe. Like a moth to a flame, he came to you- and though he originally had only the intent to feed, he loved you the moment he laid eyes on you. Your Soul, such a pretty thing, cracking under the weight of its pain; the fractures sparkled like fault lines in a diamond. You were holding the agony within, unwilling to let anyone know. You were on the verge of shattering. On the verge of your Soul going out.

When he came for you, you didn’t protest, you didn't even struggle.

You had looked at him with an empty, accepting expression.

Perhaps you thought he was death? Cute.

... So he took you, instead. You let him put his arms around you- he had never had someone accept him so completely, his jealous desire only intensified. He carried you back to his palace, he cradled you lovingly. Once your eyes had closed, he laid you down in the quietest room, in his finest bed... cuddled under his softest sheets and guarded by his most possessive magic.

The spell in question was one he hadn’t used in a long, long time. There was nothing on any Earth that could forcibly awaken you from your slumber. No sound, no touch, no pain nor magic. No power he (or any other great being) possessed, nothing in the wide multiverse. Nothing could awaken you from the outside.

But... the moment you wanted to open your eyes, you would. The tail of the Rupert’s drop. As if waking from a pleasant midday nap, the spell would shatter into dust around you.

It was a one-way spell. That was what made it so powerful.

... He continued to stroke your hair. Your dreams were safety- he ensured nothing crossed your mind but visions of peace and warmth. You curled deeper into his dreams like a hibernating rabbit. He could sense the injuries in your slowly Soul mending, your wounds slowly healing, as you were finally allowed to rest.

You had yet to even think of opening your eyes.

At that moment, the moon emerged. Its light passed through the skylight window... catching a small array of crystals that hung above your bed. Flecks of iridescence silently scattered across the walls, and over your face.

“... beautiful.” He murmured. “no one will ever hurt you again, my darling. no one. i promise.”

...

... You, of course... did not even stir.

#concept was clacking around in m brain like a marble #llama writes #its one of the kindest things nightmare has ever done #he didn't expect to enjoy being kind so much #might have to indulge himself a little more~

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xiamentshoneypot · 2 months

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“no grave can hold my body down I’ll crawl home to her”

Angst no happy ending

Warnings(death)(just utter sadness)

ꨄ

Everything had gone wrong, wrong wrong wrong. Nobody knew where to start from the bad intel to the breaking news that would rock not only the entire team of 141 as a whole but their families. Simon was a man who didn’t have much of a heart to hear beating but joined the military with sorrow and he would leave with it too.

As he lay there everything falling before him, he’d heard stories of people seeing their lives flash in the face of death as a lookbook of sin and glory.

The smile that spread across his chapped, thin lips, too far gone to see the way prices head bowed as his eyes glazed over.

He remembered the day of glory no day ever would amount in comparison.

The air was peached and refreshing, the men standing behind him that had grown as he had through the parts of his life that mattered now.

The beautiful scenery that surrounds them, the ocean dark blue but shinning as the moon scattered across its horizon, the breeze chilling but not cold the anticipation building in his guts.

The men and everyone outside stood to their feet as the music plays the familiar tune. Here comes the bride. It was amazing the he stood unmasked in the night unfazed and comfortable.

Unmasked he was, he had released himself from the shouldering worry of enemies he had let ghost go this was just Simon Riley. A soft chuckle and a thought…..

His wife, his beautiful beloved wife. The beautiful hibiscus bundled in her hands the lace vail blowing down the front of her face the tears cascading down his face were a sight when the music had ended and he’d had his hands in yours.

The pastors voice drowned out by the captured gaze between him and his bride a warm cough, from said pastor signaling it was time for vows to be exchanged taking the diamond ring that was everything she’d ever want to her finger after repeating the pastors vows he gave some of his own.

“I vow that when death takes my hand

I’ll hold you with the other and promise to find you in every lifetime I breathe in

I vow to never let you fret, cry or be scared as long as I am on earth

I vow to understand, please and thank you for accepting my deepest love till death fights me down

I love you”

He’d done his very best to life up to that, and he had succeeded no matter how far or near he was he made sure to call or send a message in some way to let you know he was still here and loving you.

It wasn’t very long before the weight on his body got a little heavier, he remembered the second greatest day of his life.

“Guess what!” His newlywed wife asked

“Wha’” the gruff man responded a wide smile on his thinner lip, with her simple ask his eyes were closed and his hands were out and open.

A delicate picture frame had appeared in his hands it was there wedding photo blown up and framed in a white wooden frame.

“It gorgeous hon’” was all he could say it took the breath from him. Thinking about that day still felt like a dream but having the proof in his hands was spectacular.

“What’s wrong?”

“Um… I got a call from John there a mission that he wants me on I know that after we got married I said I’d retire and I will be he needs me this will be the last one I promise love”

And He’d later go on to get the photo tattooed on the whole of his back as a mural for you by him.

He knew he was dying not when he heard his yelling caption asking him to hold on just a little longer, soap calling for him to keep his eyes open nor the evac arrive airlifting him to a hospital.

It was when he couldn’t hear your voice anymore, when your face got blurry when he tried his damn hardest to see it he knew it was over.

But he needed to make good on his word, he had to get back to you to say a goodbye weakly raising with wired hands the monitors ringing away.

Not that he could tell the difference between them or the ringing in his ears price jumping up to try and settle him. “Riley lay down you’re going to make it worse.” He firmly but yet scared told him man.

Shaking his had left to right “call er” he rasped out “call er now I need my wife!” Death was going to take him yes but it wasn’t going to take his last moment from his wife.

You don’t know how you got to the hospital but you did just in time charging your way past anything, breathing only with your gotten spotty vision jumping to his side and his arms.

“This isn’t My choice hon but I hope I did well being your love but please find another” it would kill him again to watch you from beyond drowning in sorrow.

“I don’t want them I want you” you tired you hardest to not break down to make him feel like he did anything wrong.

He didn’t this was all out of either of your control.

“You have me you’ll be the only one to have me.”

There it was the weight was much too heavy to fight and he had a light heart hold his loved hands in one death on his chest.

He laughs at the thought he had all those years ago

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cloudcountry · 1 year

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nrc & random word prompts

SUMMARY: Random words + NRC students = This

CHARACTERS: All NRC Students.

WARNINGS: None!!

COMMENTS: This was super fun to write!! Me and a friend of mine did this together,,.., we assigned numbers to twst characters and then used a random number generator and then used a random WORD generator for that character and that's what created this mess.

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Riddle - Lesson

Lessons with Riddle Rosehearts involve tea on a sunny afternoon, staying at the school library surrounded by highlighters and gen pens. You doodle little things on his notes that he looks back on later with a smile, though he reprimands you during the lessons. He takes pride in your scores as if they were his own, giving you a gentle headpat whenever you finally understand a topic you’ve been struggling with for so long. Lessons with Riddle Rosehearts are warm, productive, and understanding.

Trey - Leader

Leader with Trey Clover is recognizing that he’s more than warmth. It’s knowing that beneath the gentle face and tender gestures, Trey Clover is strong and knowing. He’s perceptive in a way that could be dangerous, yet he usesthis trait to help others. It’s acknowledging how he steps up when Riddle loses his temper, and how valuable he is to his dorm at the end of the day. It’s giving him a bit of praise for once, a forehead kiss or a short hug, and letting him know that you see him.

Cater - Visual

Visual with Cater Diamond is telling him how radiant he is. It’s telling him that it’s not just his attitude you find beautiful, but all of him. It’s you telling him that you’d like to get to know him more, it’s watching his face slowly shift to a vulnerable hesitation, it’s guiding him through opening up. Letting his emotions spill into greens and blues and oranges and purples, instead of the muted yellow that he actively tries to display. It’s showing him that he’s a mural of color, not just a single shade of happiness.

Deuce - Food

Food with Deuce is letting him take a bite of your sandwich and him sharing a dessert his mom sent him with you. His eyes shine when you offer to share food, lips twitching into a smile as you hold out a spoonful of your pudding. You tell him he’s so strong and reliable when he holds the food you buy for his dorm, and he flushes the same shade as the cherry pie Ace shared with you two yesterday. He blushes even harder when you kiss off a spot of sauce or whipped cream smeared on his cheek, little things he does on purpose hoping you’ll do just that.

Ace - Declaration

Declaration with Ace is listening to him spell it all out for you. He’s not going to hide how he feels about you any longer than he has to, especially not when the next day could be your last. It’s more serious than you ever thought it would be, his hands clasping yours with the subtle force of an entire ocean. He doesn’t shy away from your gaze once, but then again, how could he? He’s convinced you’re everything he’s ever wanted, so he’d hate himself forever if he didn’t tell you now.

Savanaclaw

Leona - Thank

Thanks with Leona Kingscholar is knowing that his gratitude is nonverbal. It’s knowing that even though he still acts smug and irritating, he was saved because of you. You think it’s funny how he lets you sleep in his room after Ramshackle Dorm has been taken, and you know full well he would have kicked you out immediately if you were anyone else. It’s knowing that he owes you and exploiting that just a bit, watching with amusement as he rolls his eyes at you and pretends you don't matter. It’s being the slightest bit surprised when a small golden bracelet shows up at Ramshackle once the whole ordeal is over and Leona has gone away for Winter Break. You know it’s only a trinket to him, but the small note left with it just says thanks and you laugh loudly when you recognize Leona’s handwriting.

Jack - Combination

Combination with Jack is helping him care for his cacti. It’s waking up early and rushing to Savanaclaw too give him a water bottle since you know he’s on a run. You join him sometimes,and you notice how he matches your pace. It’s eating together in silence when he doesn’t feel like talking much, and it’s listening to him quietly ramble when something exciting happened. It’s noticing how his tail wags when you talk to him, and it’s holding the small acts of service he does for you close to your heart. It’s returning the favor.

Ruggie - Glow

Glow with Ruggie Bucchi is noticing how he seems to shine in the sunset. It’s being in awe of how beautiful he looks, smirking about the day’s exploits and bragging about how cool he is to you. It’s him noticing how you’re staring and making fun of you for it, but you can’t say anything back because the setting sun is framing his head like a halo. It’s realizing that you’re probably in love with him, and he’s known it longer than you have. His eyes shimmer the second you make that realization, and you know he knows. But like always, as his growing smirk lights up your world brighter than that sun ever could, you can’t bring yourself to take it that seriously.

Octavinelle

Azul - Bridge

Bridge with Azul is knowing how to communicate with him. It’s not letting him walk away, it’s chasing him whenever he feels like he’s going to shut you out, and it’s constantly making your bond stronger. It’s starting out with a tightrope and working your way towards a steel bridge. It’s holding his hand gently whenever he allows it, never pushing him too far outside his comfort zone. It’s staying with him as he holds his head in his hands, the VIP Room silent except for the sound of his quiet sobs. It’s hoping that someday, Azul will realize how beautiful he is and help build the bridge with you, where you two will watch the starry sky as it fades to a rising sun.

Jade - Script

Script with Jade Leech is being just as devious as he is. It’s playing up his act when he needs to be the poor, sad eel. It’s laughing about it later when you’re succeeded in your mission to grab whatever you needed from whomever Azul wanted it from. Jade’s eyes shine at the feeling of mutual understanding, amused that someone he thought would be so boring turns out to be much more like him. You would pretend to be disgusted if he ever compared himself to you, he knows, but would that be so bad? You’re just like him and you know it.

Floyd - Mislead

Mislead with Floyd Leech is finding him funny. You don’t run away or tiptoe around him, and he thinks you’re so interesting for that. You laugh when he makes fun of Kingscholar and you try to hide your smile when he calls Azul cringe. Nobody has ever reacted to him in this way before, since he’s known as sneaky and deceptive and known to mislead. It’s funny how you almost seem to trust him, even though you don’t, and that paradox will interest him forever. It’s giving him something to look forward to every day, a solid foundation that he never really needed but appreciates anyway.

Scarabia

Kalim - Frighten

Frighten with Kalim Al-Asim is acknowledging the evolutionary fear of heights when he takes you on a carpet ride for the first time. He’s so excited he doesn’t think about you at first, and immediately aims straight for the clouds. You shriek as he whoops, relishing the way you cling to him. It isn’t until he turns to you to ask you how the moon looks that he realizes how scared you actually are. His eyes go wide as he wraps an arm around your waist, holding you firmly as he slowly descends. You’re trying not to look down, focusing on the beautiful night sky instead, and you’re so absorbed you don’t see Kalim staring. You have the galaxies within your eyes, and he can’t help but laugh because to him, you always have.

Jamil - Scream

Scream with Jamil Viper is killing bugs for him. It’s hearing the very rare shout of surprise from the kitchen and excusing yourself from Kalim immediately. Rushing over and throwing the door open, you’re greeted by the sight of Jamil with his back pressed against the far right corner. His eyes find yours immediately and he points to the stove, whenever a spider sits on the wall. You swallow your own fear and grab the nearby spatula, slapping the hell out of the spider the second you’re close enough. Jamil is composed as he wipes the guts off the wall, and you don’t mention it as you clean off the spatula.

Pomfiore

Vil - Strain

Strain with Vil Schoenheit is watching him work so hard for the SDC. It’s watching the long hours he spends creating the absolute piece of art that is Night Raven College’s show. You give him a bottle of water with a crestfallen face as he pays you no mind. It’s admiring him, watching him soar, and watching him crash as he sees Niege. It’s listening to him check who the most beautiful person is over and over and over, frustrated by the fact that he’s denying words like ambitious, stunning, lovely, hard working, gorgeous. It’s catching him when he falls and helping him back to his feet, having those ambitious stunning lovely hard working gorgeous eyes finally fixed on you.

Rook - Worth

Worth with Rook Hunt is listening to him sing your praises every day. It’s thinking that he’s not genuine because he’s told seven other people the same thing in the last nine hours alone, but having him assure you that he is. It’s him slowly becoming more focused on you once he realizes what’s going on in that pretty head of yours, taking care to compliment the parts of you he finds the most beautiful. Now you’re confused as to why he’s spending so much time on you instead of chasing after some Savanaclaw student, but whenever you bring it up he just holds a finger to his lips and winks. It’s not understanding why he’s so fixated on you, but knowing that someday you’ll figure it out.

Epel - Hostility

Hostility with Epel Felmier is confronting Vil about how he treats Epel. It’s finding out about how Vil has demanded Epel stop speaking with the accent that makes him who he is. It’s you storming into the SDC rehearsal with fire in your eyes, all the anger directed at the one boy who organized all of this. Ace and Deuce are in shock as you storm right up to him, staring Vil Schoenheit right in the eye. Epel’s heart has stopped in his chest, the memories of Vil beating him up flooding back. Your mouth opens and words flood out, piercing and loud and ringing throughout the entire room as you jam your finger into Vil’s chest, over and over and over. Epel knows you’ll get beat up for this just like he does, but he’s so thankful that you thought he was worth fighting for.

Ignihyde

Idia - Shortage

Shortage with Idia Shroud is coming through for him when he needs someone. Ortho needs some new parts for an upgrade Idia desperately wants to do that can’t be ordered online, and Idia doesn’t want to bother Azul any more than he has to. He calls you for help, explaining his situation over the phone in soft whispers and telling you he’ll pay you back. It’s when you agree without hesitation, telling him you’ll stop by Sam’s Shop since he’s sure to have them. He sends you a message with everything he needs and a bunch of thank yous, pale face flushed with gratitude from the other side of the phone. You tell him it’s no problem, that you’d be happy to help him with the upgrade too if he needs it, and now all Idia can think about is how lucky he is to have you.

Ortho - Guest

Guest with Ortho Shroud is coming over when he wants to play a new game. Ortho doesn’t have many friends. He’s only really close to his brother, and recently he’s taken a liking to you as well. Ortho knows your time is Ortho knows your time is monopolized by Grim and a few other students (cough cough), but he’s managed to set aside an entire afternoon on the weekend to play board games with you. India has recommended a few he enjoyed to Ortho, and now he wants to play them! He’s not very competitive but finds it very amusing if you end up all fired up. It’s spending time with the school’s only robot student and treating him like a person, treatment that isn’t common at NRC.

Diasomnia

Malleus - Green

Green with Malleus is taking nighttime walks with him as fireflies light the way. His eyes shine unnaturally in the darkness, but you aren’t afraid. He knows you’re not. It’s letting his hand brush against yours, a silent question that you respond to with intertwining your fingers. It’s not saying a word as you walk, taking in the scenery as you walk side by side, one of the most powerful mages in the world holding your hand with gentleness that others will never receive from him. The thought makes you feel smug, and maybe it’s the occasional envy you feel within you when Malleus is crowded by admirers, but you quell the feeling for now. With all this plant life surrounding you and nobody else around, Malleus is yours.

Sebek - Demonstrate

Demonstrate with Sebek Zigvolt being more absorbed in his body’s closeness to yours than his instruction on how to use a sword. It’s the little gasp that leaves your mouth when he adjusts your stance, his eyebrows furrowed in concentration like he doesn’t understand what he’s doing. He pulls back with a satisfied nod, smirking as he crosses his arms. He makes some comment about even humans being able to handle swords moderately well, and you can’t bring yourself to shoot something equally as snarky back because the spot where his hands brushed your fingers and back are still burning with warmth.

Silver - Lunch

Lunch with Silver is setting up a picnic around him when you find him asleep in the courtyard. It’s waking him up so he’ll eat for once, watching as his hair falls away from his face as he sits up. Silver apologizes and thanks you in one breath, accepting the sandwich you hand him with bleary eyes. It’s selecting the best fruits you had in Ramshackle’s fridge for him and waiting anxiously for his opinion. A soft “it’s good,” it’s all you need to have your heart burst, the warmth from the sun making him seem more radiant than usual.

Lilia - Misplace

Misplace with Lilia Vanrouge is knowing he hates looking for things and stealing his jacket anyway. It’s accepting the fact that you two have the same closet at this point, and that you stealing his clothes is just as acceptable as him stealing yours. It’s explaining where his jacket went when he comes to you for help, already dreading the idea of tearing apart his room to look for such a crucial part of his uniform. It’s having him see you in it and laugh, relieved that he doesn’t have to spend useful time searching for it. It’s Lilia having to take it back from you with a promise of giving you something else to wear later.

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autisticlancemcclain · 1 year

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The room is beyond opulent. Diamonds and jewels glitter from every surface, embedded in the dozens of intricate murals covering the walls. Chandeliers dangle from the endlessly high ceilings.

It’s the shining example of luxury. Its very existence is a direct insult to every poor person alive.

Keith hates it.

He’s not alone, he doesn’t think. Pidge, Hunk, and Allura are looking around in awe, mouths gaped, but Lance is — tense. His dark eyes flit around rapidly, never once settling for longer than a few seconds, taking in every part of the room (well, if room is the right word — this stupid court room is the size of fucking Texas). His jaw is clenched, and his hands are forcibly relaxed. His centre of balance is shifted, and he’s even standing straight.

He’s prepared to make a quick exit.

Keith exchanges a wary look with him. He doesn’t trust this kind of royalty, either. Anyone who hoards this much wealth and has their people so blindly loyal is up to something.

“Announcing his Holy Eminence,” booms a voice, accompanied by the sharp sound of a staff striking the marble floor.

All of them startle, but Keith and Lance reach reflectively for their bayards before realising with dread they were confiscated so they could make an appearance.

Fine. It’ll be fine.

Hopefully.

He and Lance have relaxed, marginally, by the time a boot steps through the gilded doorway. Even if the king’s entrance hadn’t been announced, Keith would have been able to guess: the boot is made of rich, supple leather, and what looks like solid gold. The rest of him glides into view, and he’s positively draped in riches — precious gems sewn carefully into richly dyed fabric, created a sort of armoured corset. He wears a heavy lace veil, his eyes the only part of his face visible. His crown is inlaid with more diamonds than Keith has ever seen in one place, and they once took a mission in a diamond mine. Keith wonders how many people starved so the king could wear his crown.

The king stands before them, towering above them from his place in front of his throne — an altar to himself.

Lance shifts beside Keith, balancing on the balls of his feet — like he does before he’s about to strike. His head is tilted, eyes narrowed and calculating.

Something’s wrong.

“Our king, in all his grace, has granted you an audience,” speaks the same guard as before. “Bask in his glory, and thank the gods for his benevolence.”

The whole thing is so sinister that Keith feels his very blood sour at the heaviness in the air. The rest of the paladins have lost their wondered expression, replaced with the same wariness Lance and Keith are wearing. It’s been a long time since Keith brain screamed danger! at him with such volume, and he was stuck where he stood.

They fought for this audience. This planet, for all it’s strange stillness and plated gold, would be an excellent ally. They need to make nice with this king, they need to win his favour. Tales have been spun from either end of the galaxy of this man’s greatness, of his power, of the worship he deserves. No one will speak his name, tongue too heavy with the title.

It’s wrong, wrong, wrong. But even if they wouldn’t appreciate the allyship, they would come here, insist on an audience — they must meet the man who has millions of millions of people worshipping his very shadow.

The king slowly lifts his veil. His smile is placid, pleasant, and does not match his eyes — there’s a crookedness in his blue irises.

Lance makes a strangled choking noise once his face is revealed.

The king smirks. He takes a heavy step towards Lance.

“Hello, son of Hestia. It’s been quite some time.”

“You,” Lance snarls, and there’s so much animosity in the word Keith actually startles. He’s argued with Lance more times than he can count, and there’s no one he’s known who can spit an insult like Lance, but gods above — Lance has never sounded like he wanted to kill someone before.

“Me,” says the king, and he sounds taunting. Keith looks at Lance in confusion, but his focus is still as a corpse, entirely on the king.

Lance says nothing. He’s stiffer than Keith has ever seen anyone, muscles trembling with how hard they’re clenched. His brown eyes flash, bitter as burnt coffee grounds. The air between him and the king is thick enough to suffocate.

Lance tilts his head back. His gaze never leaves the king, but he addresses the room, the gathered guards and nobles and peoples.

“This is your king?” he says, and his voice is no louder than usual, but it rings and echoes. “A coward who ran from his own world?”

Startled gasps pile over each other, horror and offense in equal measure on every face.

“Lance,” Allura hisses. “What are you talking about?”

The king laughs. It is filled with mirth, but devoid of any warmth. Keith is reminded of an orca, laughing and cackling as it chases its prey to exhaustion.

“Is that how you speak to me after so long, Leandro? I’ve missed you. Is there no love left in your heart for me?”

Lance takes another echoing step forward. The whole court is as tense as he is. He has commanded the attention of each of them, Keith included.

He is no scared prey, fighting for his life.

“It dried up when you left me to die, πότης αίματος,” Lance spits.

Keith doesn’t recognize the word. It doesn’t even register on the translators. It’s in no language he recognizes, and by the looks of it, no one else does either.

Except for the king. The word sends a flash of anger in his eyes, so brief Keith half believes he’s imagined it, before his expression returns to insufferably smug.

“That’s no way to address me, boy.”

“Do not tell me how I will speak to you.”

The king laughs, stepping down from his throne. He approaches Lance, stops centimetres away from him, and grabs Lance’s chin before Keith can think to stop him.

“You’d think a child of Hestia would be more mild-mannered,” he coos, and Keith starts at the title.

That’s the second time he’s addressed Lance in such a way. He doesn’t know what it means.

“Quiet, like she is,” the king continues. “Soft. But you’re nothing like her, are you? Except for your eyes. Big and brown and soft, just like hers.” He trails a hand down Lance’s face as he says it, and Lance looks seconds away from biting it clean off.

Keith almost wants him to.

“But no. You take after Marcela, don’t you? That attitude had to come from somewhere — of course it comes from the filthy mortal. You’re her mirror image.”

“That’s how genetics work, dumbass,” Lance bites out. “Gods, you’ve just gotten dumber, huh?”

That wipes the smug look right off the king’s face. He tightens the hand on Lance’s face. Keith lurches forward on reflex, but as soon as he moves dozens of guards are pointing their weapons at him.

Keith grits his teeth and stays where he is.

“I will warn you again,” the king says, and the threat is clear in his voice. “You watch how to speak to me. I have given you everything you are, Lance. Everything you can do is because of me. Show some piety, or I will show you how quickly I can take it away.”

Lance spits in the king’s face.

“You have no claim over me.”

Before Keith or anyone else can move or even blink, Lance swipes the King’s feet from under him, pinning him to the ground with a bronze spear he produced from nowhere.

The guards move at once, each of them shouting, half of them keeping their weapons trained on the paladins and the other half moving towards Lance and the king.

“Lance!” Hunk shouts. “Step back! What the fuck are you doing?”

“Unhand him, paladin,” a guard orders.

Lance only laughs.

“Have you become afraid of me, προδότης? You need your whole cavalry to keep you safe, you precious thing?”

The king snarls, and snaps his fingers. In a second, a green ring of raging fire encircles him and Lance, cutting them off from the guards, who shout in alarm.

Cutting them off from the paladins.

Pidge swears.

The king moves quickly, twisting his arms under Lance’s spear and shoving him off. Lance uses the momentum to flip himself backwards, landing on his toes, weapon outstretched.

“There we go,” he taunts. “Now this I missed.”

“You are as weak as you are ungrateful,” the king hisses, encircling Lance. “After all I have done for you. After everything you learnt from me.”

“You left me to die. I learnt nothing from you that I wasn’t forced to teach myself.”

There’s real emotion in the words. A rage that can only come from a deep hurt.

The king picks up on this.

“If I took you everywhere, you would never be able to stand on your own,” he says with a sharp smile. “You’d never be able to talk, if I always spoke on your behalf. Leaving you to fend for yourself was the best thing I could have done for you.”

Lance snarls, stepping back to the very edge of the ring of fire. He swipes his spear through it, and flames lick immediately up the handle, enveloping the weapon in tongues of flickering green. Keith feels something lurch as the flames curl around brown hands.

But Lance doesn’t move. He doesn’t even flinch. The fire has burned three of the guards who’ve come too close to a crisp in seconds, but Lance is still as it dances on his skin. His lips move rapidly, voice a murmur too quiet to hear over the roar of the fire and panicked shouts of the courts. He closes his eyes, brows creased as if in pain, and when he opens them again, they glow — flickering in time with the flames.

“You have made a grave mistake,” he says, and these words are impossible to not hear. They ring throughout the court, quiet and deafening in equal measure, unlike any sound Keith has heard before.

But the voice is unmistakably Lance’s, if only tinged with a power Keith feels in his bones.

“I am not the boy you left behind.”

Lance lunges forward, and the flames explode in a flash of blinding light.

By the time Keith blinks his eyes back into working order, the room is in chaos. People are shrieking at the top of their lungs, trampling over each other in a desperate bid to escape. Most of the guards have abandoned their posts — Keith can’t blame them. The flames have made this room sweltering, and have lit the ornate tapestries are on fire. He can barely see Lance through the brightness of the flames, only flashes of a bright spear as his limbs move in a flurry of speed that’s almost inhuman.

“We have to get Lance and get out of here!” Pidge shouts over the panic, and Keith agrees.

“I’ll get the bayards!” Hunk says, just as loud as she is.

Keith nods, tilting his head at Allura. “Allura, get Blue ready to take us back! Pidge, you see if you can get word through to Coran for an emergency extraction! I’ll get Lance! Go!”

They all rush to comply, and as soon as they’re out of sight, Keith turns back to the ring of fire, squinting.

“Lance!”

Nothing. If Lance could hear him over the roar of the flames, it would be a miracle.

Keith swallows roughly. He’s going to need a miracle.

Hey, Red, he thinks, and even his thoughts are shaky. I know it’s been a while. But I could use some of your flames, girl. Your paladin is in danger.

There’s nothing, for a moment. The time stretches, but Keith pushes back his despair — he has to have faith. He hears his father’s voice in his head. Shiro’s.

Lance’s, even.

Sometimes, Akira, you just have to trust what’s up there.

Patience yields focus. You can do this, kiddo.

Black trusts you, and I do, too. Come on, Samurai. I’ll follow where you lead.

All at once, a burning feeling blazes through his mind — Red. She’s as warm as she’s always been, the terror for her paladin making her burn hot.

Go, she urges. I will keep you safe. Save my cub. He has blocked me from his mind.

Keith can’t help a wry smile. Oh, how the turntables.

Trusting Red, he rushes forward, straight through the flames. He clenches his eyes shut — trusting, but scared.

When he opens them again, the flames are behind him. In front of him is Lance, agile and quick, unleashing a constant barrage of attacks on the king. The king’s heavy robes are torn. There’s a burn, blackened an raw, on half his face. His crown has been ripped from his head, crushed to pieces beneath Lance’s heel.

Lance is worse. Keith hardly recognises him with the swelling of his face and the blood covering his skin. He is still wrapped in a blaze.

“Lance!” Keith yells.

It does nothing. Neither man looks up, although Lance stumbles. Just slightly, the smallest roll of his ankle, but it’s enough — the king snarls, grabbing the wooden end of Lance’s spear, spinning him around, and pulling him in a chokehold, pressing the blade to his neck.

“All this power and I still bring you to your knees,” the king snarls.

Keith rushes forward without another thought. He has no weapon, and the king is twice his size, but that’s Lance in danger — Keith can no more ignore it than he can ignore the breaking of his own heart.

But Lance doesn’t flinch. He doesn’t even struggle. He only leans his head back, eyes turned to the sky, and starts to chant.

θεά της εστίας, εγγόνι της γης,

στρέφω τα μάτια μου στον ουρανό,

σε ικετεύω να απαντήσεις την κραυγή μου,

για τη δύναμή σου σε παρακαλώ,

για την προστασία σου σε λατρεύω,

προσφέρω τη θυσία μου και παρακαλώ για τη χάρη σου,

δώσε μου τις φλόγες σου για την κόλαση τον εχθρό μου που τοποθετώ.

It’s again in the language from before. Keith shouldn’t understand a word he says. He couldn’t translate them himself, and he already knows the translators cannot manage them.

But he doesn’t hear the words. Lance’s lips are moving, and he’s speaking, but the words don’t echo through the room, to be picked up by his ears: the words settle in his brain. There’s nothing he can do to avoid them.

Goddess of the hearth,

Grandchild of the earth,

I turn my eyes to the sky,

I beg you answer my cry,

For your strength I implore you,

For your protection I adore you,

I offer my sacrifice and beg for your grace,

Grant me your flames, to hell my enemy I place.

Lance whips his head to the side, intentionally slicing his cheek on his own blade. Blood drops down his face.

“No!” the king shouts.

The second the blood drops to the ground, the king turns to ash. The flames extinguish. Silence settles around the marble hall.

Lance’s eyes, however, still glow.

“Let’s go,” he says, picking up his spear. He twirls it once, sliding it down his back as if sheathing it, and it disappears.

Keith doesn’t move.

“Keith, we have to go,” Lance urges. “Before the guards regroup and everyone sees what happened. We have to go.”

Keith only states at him.

“Lance…?” His voice is hoarse, he can barely force out the words.

Lance’s brows crease.

“I know it’s insane. I’ll explain later. We need to go, though, okay? Now.”

Keith nods mutely, because what the hell else can he do but move forward?

“Everyone else is headed towards Blue,” he says, forcing his voice to work.

“Great. Let’s meet them.”

Lance grabs his hand — gently, Keith notes, and his hands are soft, unburned. Covered in blood, but somehow unaffected by the flames.

Lance breaks into a light jog, tugging Keith behind him.

Keith shakes his head. He follows.

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silver-la-pixels · 5 months

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I know I'm insanely late to the game with a Steven universe fan theory, (spoilers if u haven't watched)

But what if pink diamond had pigtails? Or at least space buns? now looking at her mural and everyone's flashbacks, she has very puffy, short hair. It's not styled at all. We have no reason to believe that she looked anything different than that.

But consider the pearls. The only ones we see are the diamonds pearls. Yellow and blue pearl greatly resemble their owners. Similar hair style, similar clothes style, same gem placement. Pearl the crystal gem has the same color and gem placement as white, but I dont remember if it was ever official. However, she was not Pink diamonds first pearl. Volleyball was.

We see flashbacks and testimonies of Pink diamond before she had a colony. She was childish, bratty, and out of control. We also know that she was much smaller than the other diamonds, and her place in the "family" was the young child. There are speculations that she was imperfect or defective or whatever, but we're gonna ignore that.

So here it is: what if Pink diamond *used* to have pigtails when she was new/young? She is known for being rebellious and the first diamond to ever change and grow over time. So what if her appearance changed with her?

Pink was still shown to be toddler-esque from what volleyball said, throwing screaming fits when she didnt get her way. Volleyball, presumably her first pearl would have been assigned to Pink when she first emerged. Pearls, taking the appearance of their "owners" could have meant that Pink had hair very similar to Volleyball or possibly Spinel.

Spinel is more of a stretched theory, but, she has the same gem placement and similar outfit to pink. Based on the pearl song in the movie, (presumably) Spinel are also "owned" gems designated to entertain their owner. So let's say that Pink is a whiny little new gem who trashes stuff and needs to kept occupied and out of the way. Shes gifted a spinel who is meant to look like her at the time she was gifted.

So let's say that she outgrew spinel and changed her hair or possibly even get proofed andreformed, because we already know the diamonds used force with eachother (Yellow electrocuting Blue in the movie) causing her to reform and drop them?

TLDR Volleyball has pigtails. Spinel has pigtails. They were both young Pink's gems and share alot of other traits in common. Therefore, Pink probably had pigtails when she was young.

#SU future #Steven universe #volleyball su #Pink pearl #pink diamond #blue diamond #rose quartz #White diamond #Spinel #su spinel #Su volleyball

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dsluv3r · 8 months

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gonna rant on why I think white diamond was misunderstood in the series. Let me start off by saying we don't hear any mention of white until the very last season, we don't even know of her existence until we see her mural. This alone makes white very mysterious and not known about. White diamonds vendetta was thinking she was flawless and that every gem was her. "your apart of me, the part i always have to repress." this is her stating that she believes that gems are apart of her. This is further backed up when blue diamond says "we have to present her with our best possible selves." This is because white diamond is considered "flawless" so all other gems must be the same way and if they aren't then they aren't apart of the gem empire. The reason why white never attempted to bring pink back is because she knew that pink would eventually return. I personally believe that white KNEW about pink still being alive. Hanse her saying "did you have fun? did you get everything out of your system." She fully knew that pink solely did what she did for fun. which she isn't wrong about. This also really plays into her reaction to pink diamond really being gone. Her blushing showed that she wasn't as flawless as she thought she was. This made her question everything she believed up unto this point. I also really love how they made white sound SO condescending and manipulative, props to her voice actor. but yeah that's my thoughts on whites "redemption" but i wanna hear other opinions as well. blue diamond is still my favorite btw

#blue diamond #pink diamond #steven universe #su #white diamond #the great diamond authority #diamond authority #yellow diamond #steven universe theory

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Arissoancicyclin

Pt: Arissoancicyclin :End Pt

Arissoancicyclin is an arissocultural subterm connected to thinking one is of the culture of the ancients of rain world and makes the person, whether it be because of delusional or IRL attachments, being an alter that culture differs from the body, psychosis, etc., feel disconnected from their external culture. This is not for “fun” or voluntary “I wanna be this ✨️”, this also doesn’t override the external culture the person has.

This term is not for “transitioning” of any kind either and is not radqueer or transid friendly and not comparable to transgender

symbols

Arissodic symbols

karma flower, first with

Alternative flags if you want to use those for some reason reason

Reasoning behind the use of the karma flower as a symbol

Pt: Reasoning behind the use of the karma flower as a symbol :End Pt

The reason why I choose the Karma flower as the sorta "Central" symbol for this term is two fold.

One, it nice fits with the fact that the main arissocultural flag uses a flower on it's symbol.

Two, the karma flower fits almost perfectly the ancient's culture. As said by Looks to the Moon in game "It became the symbol for enlightenment, as it momentarily enables a creature to let go of its carnal self, and to contact the selves of other planes - dreams, memories, imagined worlds. (Link)" The ancients as a culture were always moving towards ascension, which the karma flower could help them towards.

Anyways that is just my reasoning lol. Feel free to make a simplified version of the symbol, as well as single color versions.

Symbology Behind the flag and it's design

Pt: Symbology Behind the flag and it's design :End Pt

Most of the symbology of the flag is found in how the "Stripes" are positioned on the flag, in rings, which the cycle, a powerful force in ancient culture, is said that it could be described as being.

For the colors, the yellows were chosen from in game art of the ancients' masks and had their hue adjusted, the same for the red and dark blue, but color picked from the skin of an ancient from a mural of them. The off white was chosen to resemble what the old "bone plaster" masks that ancients used to use and wear. The outer blue mostly meant to tie together all the other colors, also stands in for pearls that they used for information storage which could be any color.

Mentions. @arissodic-archive, @acetrappolaswife

banner transcript: This term was made by an endogenic. Anyone can use it however. :End Banner Transcript

[Arissoancicyclin flag Id: A flag consisting of 5 concentric circles on a blue background. They are yellow, dark yellow, red, grey, and beige. In the center is a teal arissomei symbol, which appears as a stylized brain, with dark blue lines on the symbol. In the center of the symbol is a simple drawing of a karma flower from rain world with a dark brown transparency behind it that becomes more transparent the farther from the center of the flower it gets. :End Id]

[Arissoancicyclin with no symbols Id: A flag consisting of 5 concentric circles on a blue background. They are yellow, dark yellow, red, grey, and beige. :End ID]

[Arissoancicyclin with only arissodic symbol ID: A flag consisting of 5 concentric circles on a blue background. They are yellow, dark yellow, red, grey, and beige. In the center is a teal arissomei symbol, which appears as a stylized brain, with dark blue lines on the symbol. :End Id]

[Divider 1 and 2 ID: A divider made of two bronze lines with a Carmel lizard from Rain World in the gap between them. Each line has a diamond on the outer edge and a crescent moon on the inner edge, framing the lizard. :End Id]

[Arissoancicyclin symbol Id: a teal arissomei symbol, which appears as a stylized brain, with dark blue lines on the symbol. In the center of the symbol is a simple drawing of a karma flower from rain world with a dark brown transparency behind it that becomes more transparent the farther from the center of the flower it gets. :End Id]

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[Alt Arissoancicyclin symbol Id: a teal arissomei symbol, which appears as a stylized brain, with dark blue lines on the symbol. In the center of the symbol is a simple drawing of a karma flower from rain world. :End Id]

[Karma flower symbol id: A simplified drawing of a karma flower from rain world with a dark brown transparency behind it that becomes more transparent the farther from the center of the flower it gets. :End Id]

[Spacer image id: A transparent spacer image: End Id]

[Alt Karma flower symbol Id: A simplified drawing of a karma flower from rain world. :End Id]

[Alt Arissoancicyclin flag 1 Id: A flag consisting of 5 concentric circles on a blue background. They are yellow, dark yellow, red, grey, and beige. In the center is a simple drawing of a karma flower from rain world with a dark brown transparency behind it that becomes more transparent the farther from the center of the flower it gets. :End Id]

[Spacer image Id: A transparent spacer image :End Id]

[Alt Arissoancicyclin flag 2 Id: A flag consisting of 5 concentric circles on a blue background. They are yellow, dark yellow, red, grey, and beige. In the center is a teal arissomei symbol, which appears as a stylized brain, with dark blue lines on the symbol. In the center of the symbol is a simple drawing of a karma flower from rain world. :End Id]

[Divider 3 ID: A divider made of two bronze lines with a Carmel lizard from Rain World in the gap between them. Each line has a diamond on the outer edge and a crescent moon on the inner edge, framing the lizard. :End Id]

[Divider 4 and 5 Id: A divider made of two bronze lines with a Carmel lizard from Rain World in the gap between them. Each line has a outline of diamond on the outer edge and a outline of a crescent moon on the inner edge, framing the lizard. :End Id]

[Banner Id: a rectangular banner with rounded corners on a transparent background. in the background of the banner is the endogenic flag by greyskies, and it has a transparent inset border. in the center is black text that reads "This term was made by an endogenic. Anyone can use it however.". In the bottom right corner is a blue lizard from the game rain world. :End Id]

[Divider 6 id: A divider made of two pink lines with rain world graffiti of a pink lizard head in the gap between them. Each line has a outline of diamond on the outer edge and a outline of a crescent moon on the inner edge, framing the lizard head. :End Id]

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that--fish · 1 year

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《Hellfire》

Chapter 1: The Wedding

Synopsis of series: Yn gets married off to the head of the Kamisato Clan. Yn's family, Inazuma's wealthiest tycoons, were nearly on the brink of bankruptcy so they arranged a marriage with one of Inazuma's most powerful politicians to maintain their power. Would Yn be a sacrificed pawn in a bigger game or would she turn the tables?

A jug of angst and a pinch of fluff ☁️✨️

The bachelorette party wasn't as fun as I expected. But what could I have expected? Mainly relatives and my step-mother's acquaintances. Mostly everyone had passed their 50s years ago, it was as if I was visiting a retirement home. Everyone were catching up, talking about life and gossiping. But I have no life to talk about and I have no one to talk to. I'm sure father spent most of our money on this. The well decorated room, a giant chandelier hanging from the ceiling; he almost made a replica of a ballroom.

Today is the day. The day where I'm going to start my miserable life as someone's wife. Will he treat me like a servant? Will I get my freedom? It dreads me to think about it. I don't even know him, I don't even know how he looks like. Father didn't give me any pictures of him. Let's just hope he isn't too...undesirable.

My wedding dress looks stunning nonetheless. It looks like a ballgown, like of those princesses I read in fairytale books when I was younger. I know how to sew dresses, I could have just sewn one myself but father insisted not to. The dress was adorned with shiny pearl beads and flowery lace patterns. Slipping on the dress was not an easy task. The corset is tight! It's very hard to breathe in this, I'm as slim as it gets! Wait...this dress comes with heels? I thought I can wear anything I want under this. The heels are the perfect fit, but they are very high. I've never worn heels this high, I didn't have the need to. It looks like a glass slipper but with diamonds, a lot of diamonds, I wonder if these are real? One of the bridesmaids are doing my hair into a bun and another is doing my makeup. Luckily the makeup isn't as cakey as my step-mother's, given that my bridesmaids are my step-mother's friends. I suppose she has chosen a maid of honour for me, I can't tell who it is though, they all don't look too different.

The reception is starting soon. I'd better be prepared to be under the eyes of many old men. Kamisato Ayato, my soon-to-be husband. I hope the age gap isn't too big. I wonder how much money did father give to get him to marry me. We don't have much money to offer, our company is going bankrupt soon. Well, father might have played some nasty tricks, but that's not for me to know. Sigh Let's get this over with.

The reception is held in a ballroom, a fairly large one. There are murals on the walls and ceiling depicting a heaven, with angels and clouds and a clear blue sky. I requested a piece to be played when I entered, Winter. (Vivaldi Four Seasons: Winter) There is a whole orchestra playing. The piece is very dramatic, like the climax of a story. I walked down the aisle, holding father's arm. He is smiling ear to ear, I'm sure it's a fake one. I plastered a smile on my face, walking towards my fiancé.

He is more handsome than I expected. Father made a good choice for once. The person who I'm going to spend my life with, this blue-haired guy who is a head taller than me. My neck hurts from looking up. He gave me a soft grin...

Remember dear, do not trust anyone.

Mother might probably say that to me.

His lavender-blue eyes, soft features, his hair tucked back into a sleek ponytail...GIRL, GET A GRIP! He is probably way older than me. Father must have bribed him into this, just as he does for other things.

I said my vows just as how I practiced weeks ago. It went flawlessly, no stuttering.

"You may now kiss the bride"

Okay, this part - father didn't tell me about this - I didn't expect father would do me like this - I am so not ready.

He leaned in for the kiss, one hand pulled me closer by the waist, the other cupping my face. Act natural, Yn. I put my arms around his shoulders, deepening the kiss. Haha~ I wonder what father has to say about this. I pulled away. Such a coward. His face was barely pink, he doesn't seem fazed.

After cutting the cake, popping champagne and all, I am tired. How late is it now? Ah, I need to greet the in-laws. How do I do that exactly?

"Ah, Yn, we heard so much about you from your father. We knew that you would make a lovely wife for our son." I suppose that's his mother. She seems rather sincere with her words. "You should stay at our estate, to get you used to it."

"Yes, yes I agree. Your step-mother and I will miss you so dearly, Yn." His menacing grin could go unnoticed. Who knows what he's plotting behind my back.

Well, smile and nod, smile and nod.

The night is still young, Yn. Ugh, when will this end? I don't do social interactions and plus, it was father's idea to keep me cooped up in the estate. Was this how mother might have felt on her wedding day? I wonder what did she see in father?

"Yn, is anything the matter?" He asked. His voice... i-it's so...calming? His voice makes me feel like I'm melting in a warm embrace. I doubt father has ever talked to mother like this.

"Oh, n-nothing."

It was almost midnight, and it ended. Finally.

As everyone left, father ushered me to my husband's limousine, which I could have done very well by myself.

"Take good care of my precious Yn."

"I will, Mr Tanaka."

Father waved goodbye, dabbing away his tears. It's all just for show. The Kamisato estate isn't far from here. Now, father can't interfere with my life anymore.

I am my own person.

Freedom.

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fullmoonghostie22 · 10 days

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Blue Diamond Mural

#blue diamond #blue diamond su #steven universe

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lizawnya · 5 months

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Do you guys think that the first planet or the closest planet to the diamonds hand is their first one that they ever had?

All of the diamonds murals have them with planets and maybe stars.

White Diamond she has homeworld, makes sense, the first thing that she ever made or conquered was homeworld(even though we dt KNOW any gem culture but Thier dead language, or WHY she started conquering, but that's another rant) and pink has Earth. Looking at planet placement, yellow diamond's holding two stars, maybe she conquered two suns maybe, while Blue diamonds holding planets

#steven universe #yellow diamond #pink diamond #white diamond #blue diamond #gem culture and how we have NONE of it

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trashrunes · 9 months

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Woooop final group before doing the alter’s designs

Lore:

The system is the first successful forced fusion as the experiments on earth were made centuries ago and progress on making them had been made. For each alter they would have a side that the gem would rotate to which would basically be their shard. They have limited shape-shifting abilities and when their shard is showing their colours change to reflect their gem along with some other minor changes. Has a form stabilizer that hides extra unsavoury body parts and keeps Mike in control all the time. At some point early on this breaks and leads to a journey of acceptance.

Every member of the system can access each other's weapons with great effort. Mal can produce holographic images from his gem. They are also able to self-duplicate with said holograms though these are the only ones able to interact with objects. Mal has a small amount of psammokinesis allowing them to control small amounts of sand at a time. He also has nephelokinesis allowing him to control the shape of clouds and mist. They are able to store objects in their gem. He can shoot out energy beams from his weapon. Mal’s weapon is a trident.

Vito alongside super strength has a strong form of pyrokinesis and heat resistance. With his pyrokinesis not only is he able to produce fire from his body but also control fire around him. He is also able to generate intense light from his body and gem. He can also control lava to an extent. Vito’s weapons are knuckle dusters.

Svetlana has super human speed and agility. She has a form of aerokinesis that assists her make leaps and bounds one normally would not be able to. She has a weak form of future vision only allowing her to see a few seconds ahead of her. She can shoot out a blast of energy when needed. Svetlana’s weapons are fans.

Manitoba has all the average powers of a quartz, that being super strength and durability. Manitoba’s weapon is a whip.

Chester has the ability to temporarily paralyze a gem he touches. Other than that he is quite week. He can also produce holograms from his gem though they are a lower quality than that of Mal’s. Chester’s weapon is a sling.

Mike has hydrokinesis on par with an average lapis. He is also able to convert water into it's different forms of matter. He can also make himself go into a semi liquid state although his gem will still be a solid. Mike’s weapons are gauntlets.

Staci and Anne Maria are high-class gems but with more a focus on Anne Maria than Staci because I don’t like her and don’t know what to do with her. Anyways Staci is a high class gem dealing in documenting history and making the murals of the diamonds. Anne Maria is of course a type of Garnet and oversees a colony under Blue Diamond. Currently, they are both travelling with the first successful forced fusion. This is for its own safety and to test if it is ready to become a part of Gem society. Once it's stabilizer breaks Anne Maria takes an infatuation with Vito causing her to act more rebellious against the diamonds and at some point even fusing with the system much to Staci’s horror.

Anne Maria’s weapon is a bat and Staci’s weapon is a mace.

#digital art #total drama #art digital #td #art #total drama revenge of the island #tdroti #td mike #total drama mike #total drama staci #td staci #td anne maria #total drama anne maria #td au #total drama au #su au #steven universe au

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