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foxssleeplessness · 2 years

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Codywan fic recs in honour of Kenobi airing

An Accidental Expression (of Love) by kj_feybarn (5531 words), Gen

Summary: “Anakin,” Obi-Wan called out, unable to stop the alarm from coloring his tone. “Don’t—”

Anakin, heedless of Obi-Wan’s half-given warning, reached out and grabbed the strange spherical ball that lay on the altar in the middle of the room.

“—touch that,” Obi-Wan finished with a sigh.

Beside him his Commander let out a huff of air that could have meant any number of things, but that Obi-Wan translated as his Commander’s ‘I can’t believe I’m the only person here with common sense’ huff.

I LOVED this fic!! It is a bit on crack, but gods is it well-written. There is implied Waxer/Boil, which I hate, but getting over it is really easy. Worth every words.

an ice cream-covered screaming hyperactive thought by adiduck (book_people) (9863 words) Gen

Summary: Cody is fairly certain he is not going to get his security deposit back.

There are three new stains on his carpet, and a patch by the door has been roughed up enough Cody’s pretty sure the weave’s come loose. The door itself has scratches in the paint all the way up to the door knob, and the curtains covering the windows on either side of the door are shredded, showing the metal grating over the transparisteel on the street side. The caf machine, the dish rack, and the soap dispenser are all in a collapsed and soapy heap on the floor. Cody’d managed through reflexes honed by war to save his favorite caf mug, but had sadly lost two of his plates and a bowl before he’d managed to wrap the perpetrator in three towels and shove the whole bundle up against a shoulder.

The towel bundle, very put out by this turn of events, is yelling.

Again, LOVED it. I absolutely adore accidental animal adoption and this fic is it. It's covered in fluff and chaos, but boy is that chaos beautiful. I'm begging you to read this fic, please.

Take A Chance On Me by Treetart (6021 words) Teen and Up

Summary: Eventually five chapters with different stages of Codywan.

Amazing! Beautiful! A kriffing piece of art! I reread this fic everytime I can and I never get bored of it. It's a big fluffy blanket when life is a cold and unforgiving winter.

when we see each other by notquiteaghost (580 words) Teen and Up

Summary: When is the war going to end, she asks When we see each other, I say.

It takes just over five months, for Rex to find him.

Tatooine isn’t a place anyone ends up for good reason. No one asks where he came from, what he’s doing here, what his name is. He spends as much time alone as he can.

“Someone’s asking after you,” Annileen says, on his seventh visit to her compound, as he’s bundling his wares onto his speeder. “Mando, I think. Didn’t tell ‘em shit, but they knew a lot already.”

Obi-Wan thinks, foolishly, of Cody. This close to Huttspace, it’s still Mando armour before it’s trooper armour, the war a far off thing very few people care to know about but bounty hunters a constant.

It’s not Cody. He would have sensed Cody. Cody shot him out the sky.

It is short, but sweet and warm. I usually hate fics shorter than 2k, but I can't stop reading this one. It's perfect for when you want a quick escape but have things to do. 10/10

your atomic god by TallNegotiations (dionova) (26 326 words) Gen

Summary:

The code of a clone is a simple thing: you were made to die for the Republic, for the Jedi. Make the most of the time you have before that.

Cody, who picked his own name, who paints his armor in simple brush strokes, whose hand has never fit anything more perfectly than a blaster grip, figures out how to make the most of it.

And maybe there's a matchmaking lightsaber somewhere in there to help along the way.

CLONES BEING WHOLESOME AND A MATCHMAKER LIGHTSABER WHAT MORE COULD YOU ASK FOR?!!

These Things Happen by writehandman (38 639 words) Teen and Up

Summary: Obi-wan Kenobi keeps promoting Cody. The promotion gets out of hand, and suddenly the balance of the universe shifts into the palm of a very competent, caffeinated man.

I'M JUST BEGGING W/ TEARS FOR YOU TO READ THIS PLEASE

Next To Me by JedimasterMegan (246 words) Gen

Summary: Lazy mornings are rare during the war, but every once in while, Cody and his general manage to sneak one in. And Cody isn’t letting anyone or anything ruin this time they have alone. (That means you, Skywalker.)

Again, really short fic but the fluff it is made of is just *chief kiss*

you're his heart, you're still here by lydiasgrace and ThirthFloor (20 933 words) Not Rated, MAJOR CHARACTER DEATH

Summary: Fine. Skywalker would tag along during the ship ride, sure. As soon as they got to Stewjon they’d be going their separate ways. Anakin knew they were going to the planet, not to the mountains, so maybe Cody could just drop him off at some village and then get back on the ship and actually fly to the mountains. Yeah, that would work.

Cody tried not to think of how callous he seemed. He knew Skywalker was grieving Obi-Wan just as he was, but Cody just needed… he wasn’t sure what he needed. But he was certain that he didn’t need Skywalker. Skywalker had a wife to go back to, and a Padawan who was considering working with the Order again, and two ade about to enter the world. Cody had his vode, who all needed space to learn who they wanted to be. He used to have Obi-Wan too. Now Cody was alone, and he wanted it to stay that way while he figured out what the kriff he was going to do with the rest of his life. Obi-Wan was supposed to be there to help him, let Cody share his dreams. Cody was lost without him.

PAIN BUT GODS IS THIS PAIN BEAUTIFUL AND WORTH IT. Cody and Anakin bond over Obi Wan's death, I always wanted to see them interact more. Cody finally lets himself experience and process his grief and it's heartbreaking before mending it.

Codywan Deserves Better series by HalbarryTrashcan (15 003 words) Teen and Up

Summary:

Shake it out (part 1): Since Obi-Wan's force bond broke years ago when Qui-Gon died, he has had to depend on painkillers and the Force to keep the headaches at bay. But when he met a certain Clone Commander, everything changed.

I Don't Want to Set the World on Fire (Part 2): A rewrite of Season 3 Episode 9: The Hunt for Ziro.

In which, Cody actually does want to set the world on fire.

I don't have words to describe how I feel about this series. If I could print it out and put it in a historical library with the most beautiful classics, I would do it without hesitation. Halbarry is an amazing writer and I beg you to check out their other stuff if you like this one. Part 2's got a side-serving of Fox/Quinlan Vos and I love this ship too.

I wish you a good sleepless night reading these :)

#codywan fic #codywan fic recs #fic recs #codywan #swtcw #commander cody #obi wan kenobi #obi wan and cody #kenobi series #kenobi show

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kursed-curtain · 11 months

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DIY Pom Pom Triumph Tutorial

(And Mr Fancycakes)

So, you wanna make your own holdable Triumph statue because he's adorable, or you need a buddy to sit on your desk as emotional support?

Here's a (hopefully) simple tutorial for how to make your own hamster-gerbil-capybara-something-or-other!

Materials (For Triumph)

Fork (any size, depending on how big you want your pom poms to be)

Orange yarn

Scissors

Small black beads (for the eyes).

Craft Glue (not needed if you have the screwed on eyes that I use, but good if you want a more stable statue)

Toothpicks

Optional Materials:

Alternatively, you may use your hands or a pom pom maker instead of a fork.

White yarn, for Triumph's feet to be a different color

Different eye options/ideas - buttons, googly eyes, black beads.

If you want the option I use in this tutorial, you can buy the special eye sets that have little screws at the end - I found those by looking up "black eyes for dolls" and they're usually called Safety Eyes and Noses

Construction paper, if you find tying to be hard (or you're making a majestic unicorn! More on that in another tutorial)

Making The Pom Pom

Step 1: Cut a string of yarn and thread it through the middle of your fork

This can be any length, though I would recommend you not make it too short because short strings are harder to tighten and tie off.

Step 2: With the yarn attached to the ball, wrap the fork

It's like spaghetti! Wrap the yarn as many times as you would like, and thicker layered wraps are more fluffy! (For the people who want numbers, small/average pom poms are ~20 wraps and bigger/fluffier pom poms can get to around 50+)

I use a serving fork and even my hands for the bigger triumphs seen in this tutorial! Experiment with how fluffy you want your pom poms to be.

Step 3: Grab the back end of the first string, bring it over the top, and tie your wrap off

I like to knot it multiple times, front and back (after sliding it off the fork) to secure the yarn!

This should create a ball, with a bunch of loops of yarn. The start of a floof!

Step 4: Cut the loops, and cut the excess fluff

Here's a bunch of tips because if you accidentally cut the wrong strings the whole ball could unravel!

- Make sure you know which string is holding your pom pom together. These things are fragile once you start cutting them!

- try cutting every loop (that isn't the string keeping it together) for ultimate floof!

- Triumph's body is mostly oblong rather than spherical, so when cutting your yarn I would recommend making it more like an oval!

- and remember they fall apart easily!

Now begins...

The Construction!

Make two pom poms (one being slightly bigger for the body) and stick them together using a toothpick.

Use four more toothpicks for the legs.

Wrap yarn around the legs. Start from the top, wrap to the bottom, then wrap back up to the top.

Make sure the top closer to the body is more layered.

Either tuck or glue the end of the yarn to the body or the toothpick (the part inside the body). I decided to tuck the ends into the body since it's an easy fix, but you can glue it on if you prefer.

For the ears, grab one (or two) toothpick(s). Check how far you can stick the ears in before you do anything!

If you grabbed one toothpick, snap it in half to make two ears.

Cut a length of yarn. Tie one end to the pointy end of the toothpick. Wrap the yarn (I do a sort of figure eight/diagonal wrap instead of the horizontal wraps I do with the legs). Then, tie the end of the string to the other end of the toothpick. Cut off any excess yarn at the bottom, and cut off the top so it ends in a point.

I glued my ears on but you don't have to, if the toothpick fits.

Stick the beady little eyes on, and there you have it!

Your own mini Triumph! Remember, he's fragile, but easy to make! Make hundreds, I'm not stopping you! Customize, make little accessories

If you decide to make your own Triumph, or majestic unicorn, or maybe even a snute if you figure that out, reblog or tag me so I can see!

Always seek (a crafty) adventure! ;D 🏹

#diy #kings quest #triumph #triumph kq #fanart #yarn #crafts #- ill expand on this and make a mr fancycakes expansion of this tutorial if you all want it ^^#mr fancycakes #- guys yall have no idea how much yarn i have everywhere

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ammonitetheseaserpent · 2 years

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Hey there! Remember that post I made on my art blog that hyped some of you up for a fic that marks a certain milestone in my writing (my first multi-chapter fic)?

Well… in this post, I present the first official chapter. First though, I wanna give a quick rundown of what Tide of Tied Minds is: it’s an AU scenario where Hooty doesn’t eat Tarak’s letter, so the trip to Titan Trapper Island - and subsequent connection with the Collector - happens earlier in the TOH timeline. I made this fic mainly to explore this connection, since it’s a topic I’ve been curious abt ever since it was introduced in the show.

This will be a relatively short endeavor, abt 6 chapters, and it won’t be, like, a story with back-to-back chapters, but rather a bunch of my ideas that I’ve woven into a more cohesive, chronological thing - so there’ll be time gaps between chapters. Maybe I’ll do a fic like that one day, but for now, this one is mainly just meant to be a character-focused thing exploring a concept at many different points on a timeline.

Everyone got that squared away? Good; without further ado, enjoy the show!

Tide of Tied Minds

Chapter 1: Middle Ground

Summary: After his first dream-encounter with the mysterious fella known as the Collector, King grows curious and decides to see if he can find out more about this being and the place that contains them.

Chapter Word Count: 1,216

Trigger Warnings: Out-of-body experience (just in case)

King is asleep.

Sleep was always one of the places he felt safest. After all, who would dare intrude upon the king of all demons during his precious naptime hours?

Later, after finding out that that whole thing was a mere fantasy, sleep offered a break from the new trials and tribulations that came with figuring himself out and setting his life straight.

In recent days, though, sleep feels more like… a gamble. There’s no telling if the next dream will end up being an average one or something that feels like more than just a product of his mind.

King peels his eyes open, and finds himself surrounded by strange, marble-like rock formations overhanging a pitch-dark lake with a small shipwreck.

Welp. Case in point.

This isn’t the first time he’s been here. The first time, he walked away with some questions for sure, but otherwise didn’t think much of it. Now, though…

I need answers.

King slowly pivots in the air until he’s facing the large bubble several paces above him.

And I think I have an idea of who could provide them.

The young Titan clears his throat, steels himself, and calls out into the teal-tinted void. “Hello?”

The response from the suddenly visible shadow is almost immediate. “Who’s ther- wait…”

The Collector’s silhouette pauses, gears definitely turning in their mind.

“It’s you.”

“Yep.”

“You… came back?”

“Mm-hm.”

“But… how do you keep getting here? Who are you?”

Nope. Can’t answer either of those.

“Can you see me up there?” King asks, pointing his snout up at the orb. The Collector shrugs, so he paddles upward and perches on a jagged rock, face-to-face with the being.

The silhouette’s eyes widen, as if actually seeing King for the first time. “You’re his kid. But, here… ? Waaaiit…” The Collector tips their head, a glint of wary curiosity in his narrowed eyes. “Did you come to check up on me? Make sure I’m still here?” Their mouth gives a wry twist. “Trust me, I’m going nowhere.”

King blinks. “What? No, no, I have no idea how I’m even ending up here - wherever “here” is. Seriously, what is this place?”

The Collector lifts a finger and gives the bubble around him a halfhearted jab. “It’s like this pocket dimension that’s between aallll the other realms. Makes it a… pretty convenient prison,” they add in a mutter.

A short silence ensues, only interrupted by the occasional tap and scrape made against the inside of the cosmic orb as the Collector flicks glances at King. Finally they drift down and press their hands against the spherical surface, studying him intently.

“What’s your name?” They ask.

“Um. King.”

“King. I knew you when you were just an egg, y’know. I’ve always wanted to play with you, but your dumb old dad wouldn’t let me - kept saying it was ‘too dangerous’, whatever that was supposed to mean. I can’t believe we finally get to- well… I guess there aren’t a lot of games we can play here, are there?” The Collector frowns, tapping their chin, his gaze sweeping across the void. “Hmm… we’re still talking, though, and I don’t get to do that a lot here either. Usually I just talk to myself, but this is… different. In a good way.”

Silence falls once again. As King processes what he’s just been told, he can’t help but feel a twinge of sympathy for the Collector. This curious being seems… lonely. Lonely, but somewhat numb to it. Just how long has this kid - at least, King assumes they’re a kid - been in here? Thinking back to their first encounter, the Collector had only just realized King was present before he’d desperately begged the young Titan not to leave.

It’s a desperation King’s become painfully familiar with.

I did come across someone on that island who knows what it’s like to be left behind, after all.

He lowers himself until he’s lying comfortably on the precipice, his front paws tucked underneath himself.

I just had the wrong ones.

“Hey, so… if you want, I could, y’know… stay here. For a bit longer.”

The Collector perks up immediately, their face brightening. “Would you?”

King nods. “I figure it’s the least I can do, y’know?”

With that, the two talk until they run out of topics, and when King finally wakes, he feels a bit more… resolved than he has in a long while.

“Are you sure he can be counted on?”

This is the first question King poses during his third visit to the place he now knows is called the In-Between. As soon as he asks it, he knows the conversation’ll take an interesting turn.

The Collector whips around, eyes locked onto King. “What do you mean? Why shouldn’t I be?”

Taken off guard by the edge in the shadow figure’s voice, King chooses his next words carefully. “I mean… if you’ve seen firsthand how he gives false promises to people he needs things from, where… where are you getting the hope that he’ll uphold his end of your deal?”

The Collector holds up a finger as if about to protest, but then drops it, as well as his gaze. They stay silent for a long moment, fidgeting, before releasing their tension in a drawn-out sigh. “Fine, you’ve got a point. I guess. It probably is a little weird that he got Titan blood, like, a week ago, and he still wants to wait until the Day of Unity to actually use it. He was all weird about it, too. All secretive, when he first got it; if I didn’t know any better, I’d swear he’d been trying to hide it from me.” The cosmic entity gives his head a quick, irritated shake. “He’s got to have his reasons, though. He’s got to. Right?” They look over at King, almost desperately. “…right?”

When King doesn’t respond, their face falls a little, and they drop their gaze again. “Cause, I-I mean, if he doesn’t, then that means…” He gives a huff of forced laughter, a pained smile creasing the edges of their mouth. “That means he’s been lying to me for 400 years, and I really will be stuck here forever, and that just can’t happen.”

Their voice breaks, and he lowers his head into his hands, curling around himself slightly.

A promise is a weighty thing; King knows that well. He can only imagine what might come with making a promise you can’t keep, or never intend to keep - and can only hope the option bubbling up in his mind won’t end up carrying those consequences.

As the silence stretches on, the Collector parts two of their fingers slightly to give King a brief glance. He has a hunch that he knows what that glance means - though, regardless of whether or not that hunch is true, King knows what he has to do.

“If he doesn’t free you…” King floats over to the bubble and rests a paw on its marbled surface, “I will.”

The Collector blinks, puts their own hand against the orb, and curls in every digit until only his pinkie finger is retaining the contact. “…pinkie swear?”

Without a moment’s hesitation, King does the same with his paw. “Pinkie swear.”

#the owl house #the owl house au #toh au #tide of tied minds #the owl house fic #toh fic #toh the collector #the collector toh #the collector #toh king #king clawthorne #toh belos #emperor belos #belos wittebane #toh philip #philip wittebane #toh titan #my jottins

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chaotic-super · 1 year

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Back To Krypton - Chapter 16

Astra, ever the general, talks first. Neither sides of the table want to fight, both want explanations and acceptance, yet an awkwardness fills the air. How does one start a conversation when tentative trust could be shattered once they ask questions?

The sound of their breathing fills the air, the only sound in the room. It’s loud, like someone is banging a drum on the table between them, too much to ignore. Still, none of them speaks, waiting for the others out in hopes that they break first.

Even Kara, whose heart longs to trust her aunt, her familial confidant, cannot bring herself to speak first for fear of saying the wrong thing, waiting for someone else to set the mood of the conversation.

Lena’s wristwatch fills the air with its steady ticking, putting them all more on edge than they already were. Tick. Tick. Tick.

None of them are really sure how long they sit there before Astra sighs and pulls out a little spherical device and taps it a few times to get it to open up with information.

“I suppose we can start here.” She places it on the table and shows Kara specifically since it is in Kryptonese.

Kara skims the text, her eyes getting minutely wider the further she gets along the lines. She tries to hide it, clearing her throat and then trying to play it cool. “What do your stock levels have to do with us? Do you need us to pay you back for any food we took?”

Lena’s heart thuds in her chest, her anxiety rising higher. If they keep getting themselves into these situations, then she is going to have to have an actual heart attack, she just knows it.

Astra knows what she’s doing, that she’s trying to cover their tracks and the knowing expression on her face tells both Kara and Lena that she knows.

“We all know that isn’t the reason I’m showing you this.”

Lena has been in situations like this many a time. Business meetings often looked similar to this, both sides wanting to win, to overpower the opposition with knowledge. Lena doesn’t like losing but when she’s opposing someone so important to Kara she can’t use her usual dirty tricks to get her ahead. Namely gathering as much intel as possible and then spewing a few thinly veiled threats.

“In that case, why are you showing us this?” Lena tries to maintain direct eye contact, trying to act braver than she currently feels, maybe then her bravado will become real.

Astra takes a visible breath and her lips twist ever so slightly as she tries to formulate the right words. Despite the fact that they are the only ones in the room she lowers her voice considerably and leans forward.

On any other day, Lena would take this as a sign that she is going to threaten them, but her demeanour seems softer somehow, almost apprehensive.

“I know you two aren’t alone and I don’t blame you for not telling me but I can’t help you keep it from the rest of The Rebellion if you don’t tell me everything so I can cover it up for you.”

That shocks both Kara and Lena, not because Astra figured it out but because she is seemingly going against the Rebellion, her own cause.

They share a look while Astra watches on before Kara speaks. “Why would you go against them when you’re their general?”

Astra sighs and rubs her eyes tiredly. “We don’t have the time to dig into all of the bureaucracy but here, while we all have the same cause, not everyone here shares the same methods. If I treat you with too much leniency then my power will be called into question and much harsher methods may be implemented across the planet. I want a peaceful resolution, that isn’t true for everyone here, but I need these people.”

Lena nods in understanding, she knows the feeling, albeit on a much smaller scale, from when she first took over Luthor Corp. She can still see the quiet hesitancy in Kara’s eyes, but she decides to dive for the both of them.

“Three women and a child.”

Kara’s eyes shoot up, trying to meet Lena’s but her own emerald orbs are fixed onto Astras, conveying a silent plea – please don’t use this information against us.

Astra’s eyebrows are in her hairline at how quickly Lena gave up the intel. “I have to admit, I thought that I would have to convince you.”

“Normally, no amount of convincing would get me to talk but I know that Kara trusts you on some level and I trust her. That’s not the only reason though, I also know you’re right, if we want to protect our people then we will need your help.”

Kara sits beside her, silent and pondering.

Astra keeps her eyes locked on Lena’s, doing her best to show her that she is being sincere and that she will help her niece and anyone she holds dear to the best of her abilities without compromising on her duties to her cause.

“Little one, I wish to know your thoughts.” Astra addresses Kara, longing for her input. As fond as she is of Lena, she wishes to keep the decision within the family, as is their usual way, not that this is a usual situation.

Kara has a blank look on her face that they can’t read. It’s odd, at least to Lena since she knows her so well, knows her face, knows what every little twitch or movement means. It’s unnerving.

No words come, just that blank stare fixated on the wooden desk, not really taking anything in. Her breathing seems steady, or steady enough, so Lena isn’t too worried about that but she’s still worried.

“Kara, are you alright?”

No response.

Lena’s hand finds Kara’s arm, trying to draw her attention to her, or at least get her to lift her head. “Kara, can you hear me?”

When she once again gets no response, Astra rounds the table, kneeling at Kara’s other side. “Lena, do you know what is happening to her? Has this happened before?”

That’s when it hits her like a Kryptonian fist under a yellow sun right to the face. The ship, their arrival, it’s happening again.

“Yes, it has. She’s too overwhelmed, we need to ground her, help me get her onto the floor.”

Astra doesn’t wait, doesn’t hesitate at all. She grabs Kara around her back and underneath her knees, settling her down on the floor and awkwardly kneeling at her side, unsure of what to do now.

“She needs to feel us near, we need to let her know that we are here for her and help to clear her mind.”

That triggers something in Astra, she knows now what she must do. She gathers her up into her arms, sitting fully on the ground with Kara cradled in her lap, her head pressed to her chest right where her heart lies.

“Speak with me Little One, let us heal your mind together with the help of our good lord Rao.” Lena wants to ask what she means but she is cut off by a string of familiar-sounding Kryptonese. “ehl fidh i ehrosh :divi — ehl kypzrhig i raogrhys.”

She recognises the words, the phrase one that she’s heard Kara whisper to herself under times of stress and feels a little dumb that she’s never connected the dots, that she didn’t realise that it’s a Kryptonian prayer.

“ehl fidh i ehrosh :divi — ehl kypzrhig i raogrhys.” Astra repeats again, then moves on to a translation which Lena knows is for her sake. “Star, make my life light. Star, build my power.”

The star in question is Rao, she sees that now and the whole scenario is making Lena’s brain hurt. One second they were negotiating through a tough situation and the next Kara is having a mental breakdown – again.

She can’t blame her, not really. She’s sure a mental breakdown of her own would serve her well and as awful as it is, she knows for certain now that Astra is being truthful about her care for Kara, the sight of them curled up together as Astra murmurs to her is enough to convince her.

Lena can’t take her eyes off Kara, a selfish part of her wishing that she could be the one to hold her instead, but she can see by the way her lips are curving around the familiar words as she begins to mouth along with her aunt, that this is how Kara is best comforted.

She wants to reach out and take her hand at least but the pair appear to be in their own little bubble, away from reality.

Astra’s touch is gentle, much more caring than Lena had believed that she could be, even with the stories Kara told her about her childhood and how close she and Astra were, upon meeting the general she just couldn’t make herself believe it. She believes it now though.

Kara’s descent back into reality is slow and to the people that care about her, it’s painful. Together, Astra and Lena watch as Kara’s eyes gradually acclimatise to her surroundings again, watch as they flit around the room trying to make sense of everything, watch her eyebrows furrow and body tense when she realises that she’s on the floor and in her aunt’s arms.

“Kara, we’re here. Just rest.” Now that Kara is somewhat aware of everything, Lena feels comfortable enough to take her hand, wrapping it up in both of hers and tucking it beneath her chin so she doesn’t do something stupid like kiss it in front of Astra. They don’t need more questions.

Kara squeezes her hand when she gathers enough energy, letting Lena know in her own way that she is just fine, or at least as fine as she can be right now. She opens her mouth to speak but before she can utter a word she is hushed by Astra.

“Hush, we’ll have plenty of time to talk soon. Just let yourself rest for a minute, allow Rao to strengthen your mind for a little longer.”

Kara has always gotten more comfort from her Kryptonian customs than any Earth customs she has tried and having Astra’s voice muttering a prayer into her ear brought her right back to when she was a little girl playing chase with her favourite person. It’s magical.

“I’m ok now, I promise.” She doesn’t lift her head from Astra’s chest though, just stays sitting there, draped across Astra with her hand being choked by Lena.

Lena seems to notice just how hard she was squeezing Kara’s fingers because she drops her death grip rather quickly and settles for a tender caress instead. She waits for a moment where she is sure that Astra isn’t paying attention to lean down and plant the much-desired kiss to the back of Kara’s hand.

She actually thought she had gotten away with it until she spots Astra peering at her from the corner of her eye, a sly smile on her face. Yep, she knows. Crap.

“Can you stand?” Astra strokes the hair out of Kara’s face, holding her tight to show that she isn’t rushing her.

“Yeah, I don’t know about you, but I’d rather sit on a chair than on the floor.” Kara smiles, a chuckle lodged in her chest as she tries to joke.

They aren’t really in a joking mood after Kara spiked their stress levels but for her sake, Astra and Lena force out matching half-laughs.

Together, they get her up and onto one of the chairs again, Lena dragging it back away from the table so she can be dropped right onto it without any major manoeuvring.

Kara isn’t really sure why they bothered asking her if she could stand because the two worrywarts held most of her weight anyway without any prompting, they practically just lift her right up. It’s the closest she’ll get to flying when under a red sun so she may as well suck it up and enjoy it though.

“Thanks.” Her voice croaks slightly, her throat dry.

Kara clears her throat and Lena jumps right to it, filling a glass with water from a pitcher on the table and handing it to her. “Here.”

“Thank you.” The glass is cool in her hand and it with the refreshing feeling comes clarity. “Both of you.”

“You do not need to thank us for that, you just have to promise to give us a break before you give us any more big shocks.” Lena takes a leaf out of Kara’s book, but it falls flat, not reaching its desired mark.

Instead, it makes Kara feel guilty. She knows that she can’t control it and she is lucky that it happened in private but it doesn’t ease the restless feeling inside of her that makes her want to crawl up into a ball and cry and wish that this whole thing could be over so she can go back to eating pizza and potstickers in front of the TV in her loft with Lena snuggled into her side.

“I’m really sorry, I wish I could control it, so you don’t have to deal with it.”

Lena’s heart sinks at the guilt-ridden words, immediately regretful of her joke, she was trying to lighten the mood, not send Kara down another spiral into a mental breakdown. “No, no. That’s not what I was saying at all, darling. Listen to me. We were just worried about you, but we will happily take care of you forever if that’s what you need.”

Her words come right from the heart, and it shows in the devotion that pours from her lips, setting Kara’s cheeks ablaze when she feels it wrap around her like a soft fuzzy blanket of warmth and love.

“I second everything she just said, Little One, but I mean it in a more family-oriented way whereas Lena means it in a romantic one.”

Clearly, Astra never learnt tact on Krypton because even if her words have some truth to them, now is obviously not a good time for this tomfoolery.

“Astra!” Lena lets out a startled complaint, beyond humiliated to have been called out so brazenly. “Do you really think that now is a good time?”

Astra has the gall to smile at her, pulling her chair around the table to sit beside Kara. “Some truths should not be hidden for they are not a danger to oneself nor others, they only bring joy. Clarity often follows times of hardship and I trust my niece to make wise decisions, you should take the time to be honest with each other.”

Kara covers her face with her hands. Her aunt really has some terrible timing. “Aunt Astra, I forgot how good you are at meddling.”

“I do not meddle, just as our ancestors did not fight a losing battle. We correct wrongdoings to create peace and life. Perhaps that’s a lesson you could learn.” She slowly makes eye contact with them one at a time to get her message across loud and clear.

Lena swallows, she can’t do this right now, everything is raw, and her heart is still beating out of her chest. She needs to get back into some kind of comfort zone. “How about you leave that to us to discuss at our leisure? We can go back to our discussions, business always seems to suck the joy out of everything, and we don’t need any more fun.”

Astra takes in her niece’s slumped form and reluctantly nods her head. Perhaps bringing it up so soon wasn’t a good idea but it was a matter she had felt was a necessary topic to address. She stands by it and will now move along as requested.

“Kara, perhaps you would like to sit this one out and rest?” Astra tries to coax her into taking a step back and caring for herself, but Kara’s never been one to do what’s actually good for her.

“I’ll be perfectly alright, you two discuss and I’ll just sit here and let you go at it, I have no problems with spectating unless I need to jump in for any reason.”

Lena can’t help but check her over, running her eyes across her body to ease her mind of its worry. She knows it’s a pointless task anyway because Kara’s problems are mental not physical but seeing her sitting there in one piece does ease her mind somewhat anyway.

“Alright then, let’s get started,” Lena announces, keeping her grip on Kara’s hand, afraid she could float away again at any moment. “What do you need to know about our people in order to protect them?”

Astra gets right into it, coming in strong, watching Kara from the corner of her eye but continuing on, nonetheless. “I need to know their approximate location or at least an estimate so I can keep surveillance away from those areas.”

“That’s out of the question.”

“How can I protect them if you won’t tell me where they are? I can’t keep my guards and soldiers away from them without the location.”

Lena’s silence is enough to answer Astra’s question. She can’t protect them without it. “Fine, but we can’t promise they will be there, they’re stupid enough that they could be on their way here now in some poor attempt at a rescue mission.”

“That is not good.”

It then dawns on Lena that no, that isn’t good. If they get caught then that’s game over for them, they don’t have a Kryptonian general for an aunt to protect them. “Is there anything you propose we do to protect them from your people should they be found?”

Astra thinks, pouring herself some of the water to buy her some time. “Perhaps there is something we can do but you won’t like it.”

“Try me.”

“We get my guards to be on the lookout for them and bring them back here too should they be spotted. We say that you got separated and upon our talks, you asked for our help in locating them. The only issue with that is that my people may demand payment for such a task.”

“What would The Rebellion do to them if they were found without knowing who they are?” Kara can’t help herself, she has her own questions, and this is too important of a topic to be sitting on the sidelines.

Astra meets her eyes, not hiding anything. “They would likely be tried and executed as spies and traitors to the people of Krypton. They wouldn’t think that there would be any other reason for them to be out here.”

“Even Esme? The child, I mean.” Kara gasps.

“I am unsure, but it is in everyone’s best interest if we don’t leave it to fate to find out.” Astra is blunt in her delivery but with a shared glance, Kara and Lena both know that they have no choice but to agree to Astra’s suggestion. They can’t let their family be in any more danger.

Kara nods at Astra. “I’ll give you a description of them and the last known location as well as a general map of what would have been our expected route in case they continued on without us but no details, that way if we have to, we still have something to protect us. It won’t be much, but it will be something.”

“I agree that may be best and I will push for your repayment to be low and easily achievable, however, given our familial ties, they may take it out of my hands to avoid any bias.”

Lena can already sense how bad this is going to turn out for them, there’s no way that being indebted to a terrorist group is going to end well.

Kara’s palm is sweaty in her own, the feeling is kind of gross but she’s glad she has her here with her, even if Astra has set them up for an awkward conversation later on.

“Ok, I believe that we can discuss this further later. I would like to request that you retire back to your room for a few hours so I can get some work done.” Astra stands and rubs her hands on her pants legs awkwardly.

“You can just say you want us out of your hair, and you want me to take a nap.” Kara smiles at her, weariness setting into her bones from the mental stress.

“I can have multiple reasons, can’t I?”

Lena wraps a steadying arm around Kara’s waist as she stands. “I think your reasons are valid, this one needs to get some rest and I wouldn’t mind some time to relax either.”

“Excellent, then I will send someone for you later so we can talk more.”

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thefamilyeldritchabomination · 1 year

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Chapter Nine: Pan Pt. 1

“William, where are we going?” Dolly asked with a chuckle, her eyes closed as instructed.

“Hey now, it’ll ruin the surprise. It’s only a few more steps away.” William teased as he led Dolly through the snow and to a perch he had found earlier that day.

The night was dark, the stars and moon being the only thing keeping the landscape visible for those walking as William brought Dolly out to see something in the night sky. William had been at the observatory earlier that day on his freetime from classes, finding out from one of the professors that there was a strong chance for a meteor shower that night. Figuring this would be a nice thing to surprise Dolly with, William had taken her out for the night to enjoy the sight. Once in the right position for the meteor shower, William grinned as he gave the okay to Dolly to open her eyes to see the sparks of colors lighting up the night skies.

“Oh my god, look at the color display, thank you William!” Dolly said, her eyes wide in excitement with a voice to match.

“You’re welcome Dolly, I actually found out about this earlier during my break from classes. I figured you were the type to enjoy celestial events.” William smiled, enjoying getting to see Dolly get excited about things, especially when her pupils became wide like a cat’s would.

“And I do, it’s nostalgic to me in a way, sort’ve like the fairytales I like to read. It all just feels like home to me.” Dolly softly and warmly said as she reached her hand up to the sky as if an attempt to touch the falling bursts of colors.

“I enjoy the stars too, growing up, whenever I needed to get away from my Mother for the time being, I used to hide out on the balcony. It made me feel like I wasn’t alone at home or as suffocated as I was indoors.” William opened up, feeling safe to do so for the first time in his life.

Dolly looked up at William as he shared this bit about himself, the first time that something hadn’t felt like it needed to be carefully worded. Without needing to think or say anything, Dolly hugged William and in turn, William returned the hug. This was the first form of contact that William had felt or made the attempt to reciprocate in a long time, last time being when he was just a toddler. The embrace lasted for a few minutes before a bright flash of light caught both of their attention, breaking from the hug to check out what just caused it. Up in the sky, hurling towards the mountains, was this spherical object that blazed with colors that could rival a diamond. The sight was as beautiful as it was disturbingly haunting when the object crashed into the mountain, triggering a small avalanche along with a small chunk of the mountain in the distance. Both William and Dolly looked at one another as if to confirm with one another they had just witnessed a meteor strike just that moment.

“I guess we get to make a wish, even if it did rip up a mountain a bit.” Dolly remarked as the debris in the distance had settled.

“I like the fact you’re calm and able to suggest a superstition after witnessing something of that caliber.” William replied, laughing a bit at just how absurd that comment.

“Well it’s a fun superstition, so go on, make a wish.” Dolly teased a bit, laughing along with William.

“Okay, I will, but, I’m going to start calling you Fairytale from now on.” William smirked as he made a silent wish.

“Sure, then I’ll just call you Wayfarer since you travel by foot a lot.” Dolly said with a warm chuckle at the nickname she was given.

“Oh? I think I might like that, Fairytale.” William said with a further broadening smirk, eying the crash site of the meteor.

“Alright then, it’s Wayfarer from here on out.” Dolly said, her own smirk mirroring William’s as she went back to watch the meteor shower.

The meteors would continue to light the skies with a prism of colors, though William's eyes were kept on the impact site. A part of William wanted to go out to the mountain to check out the object, but the other part felt an unnatural sense of dread, like it would be certain death if he went there alone. Looking over to Dolly, William felt a little more at ease over the internal debate as he went to ask.

“Hey Fairytale, think we should go check out the impact site? I mean, how often does anyone get to see a meteorite up close?” William mused as he looked at Dolly for her response.

“I don’t think we could, that’s Mount Kaiser. It has a bit of a reputation for the high death rates there from the altitude to the rocks being prone to sliding. Come to think of it, the mountain could qualify as a cemetery with how many bodies are on there.” Dolly casually explained as if it was normal to have a murder mountain close by.

“Meteor strike on corpse mountain does have a catchy sound to it.” William jokingly said, earning a chuckle from Dolly, though he still wanted to head out there since it was a scientific find.

“I think an excavation team would be set up to check it out though, so if you really have your heart set on seeing the site, you could see if they’ll let you join in.” Dolly offered, noticing that William is still entranced by the meteor.

“I don’t think I would, perhaps it’s for the best to leave it be for the time being.” William said, giving into survival instincts to leave the meteor alone.

“Looks like the meteor shower is almost over. If you want as a treat to you for the lovely time, would you like to get the blackberry mead that’s now available at the tavern? I heard it’s supposed to be pretty delicious.” Dolly offered as she stretched a bit.

“That sounds like a deal to me, I would be interested.” William accepted, liking the idea of having a drink after watching a meteor shower with a surprise meteor strike.

As the meteor shower slowed down to a close, the pair started to head out to the tavern for the blackberry mead. Despite the cold winds blowing as they approached the town, William had never felt so happy in such a long time in his life. This was far better than living in that isolated mansion, being able to enjoy life and its small moments was something William had been craving for. Gently looking over to Dolly as they both entered the town, William smiled as he mentally wished to always stay together and never be alone again like before. Just as they were heading inside of the tavern, William felt his shoulder being roughly shook and not too happily, got dragged out of the memory by the waking world..

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Envy opened their angry, bitter eyes to glare at Lust, who was just as annoyed at Envy for spacing out mid call with Dante. The phone had been hung up already, likely by Lust as she led Envy to sit on the couch to talk. Dolly had been gone for an half hour to run an errand as Dorian played with the train set on the table making paper Freddies to place on the tracks to run over.

“Looks like that wish you made had a monkey’s paw deal, William.” Envy thought to themself as they prepared for the lecture.

“Envy, what happened there? You were in the middle of talking with Dante over what’s going on with our target and suddenly you just stopped talking. It was just luck that Dante didn’t declare it your last strike, she’s already scrambling with Pride going awol on this lion hunt of his.” Lust began, her voice deepening to a harsher tone after having to save Envy’s rear end from Dante’s wrath.

“So what? The old hag got enough of the progress report on the target as well as his well being. Besides, we’ll be getting our offerings soon now that Dante is convinced of the supply request.” Envy responded with a rather careless attitude towards the situation. “That wasn’t the point, the point is if Dolly is causing you to keep on messing up like this, we should just have her be sent back home. For your own safety Envy, don’t you even care about that?” Lust snapped finally, having had enough holding it back.

“The Parfait Haired Pipsqueak is staying.” Envy coldly said, the carelessness evaporating immediately upon hearing that.

“Are you even hearing yourself? If you cared about Dolly, you’d let her go. I don’t know how Dante is going to react to Dolly if she did agree to join. Even I have been getting uneasy with how Dante has been eying her new apprentice, Lyra, as of late.” Lust attempted to reason. “I don’t see what the problem is, Dante’s just getting ready to transfer bodies and once she does, we won’t need to worry about Dolly’s safety. Besides, she’d never go for a homunculus anyways, Dante’s too vain for that.” Envy retorted rather calmly, still in the fog about what exactly Dolly is.

Lust sat there, stumped and bewildered at just how far Envy has gone to tell themself that Dolly is a homunculus. There was absolutely no way Lust or anyone else for that matter could possibly convince the bitter reptile otherwise. Having decided that the conversation was over, Envy went to pick out their disguise for the day. Friday had arrived and the promised offering to take Dolly to the museum was coming up. There was a pause as Envy stopped to think over what disguise to go with as they looked over to Lust.

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ourcreativefiber · 1 year

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Hi! I'm Lorena.

I was born and raised in Spain, but I moved to the United States for love. Just a few years ago I picked up a crochet hook for the first time because I wanted to make my own dolls and stuffed animals.

After bringing to life countless yarn creatures that found their forever homes thanks to friends and family, Our Creative Fiber was born. Now I get to share what I love with even more people. 😊

Keep reading if you want to learn more about my crochet adventures.

You can check out our patterns and crochet tutorials on our Etsy store as well Our Creative Fiber's Youtube channel, where we will be slowly adding new videos and tutorials on crochet tips and some of our Amigurumi patterns.

My crochet skills evolution

I did not know how I was going to do it, but creating those dolls became an obsession of mine and I was determined to make it happen. I looked into sewing, beading. paper crafts and many other options out there. But nothing quite clicked, until I discovered Amigurumi. For the past few years, they have been all the rage among new and seasoned fellow yarn crafters. But what is it exactly? Well, it is a Japanese word that describes the art of creating adorable little creatures by means of crocheting and knitting.

Despite the fact that I had never picked up a crochet hook before in my life, thanks to many generous online creators, I got my feet wet by trying out easy video tutorials to learn how to crochet and do the most basic stitches.

This was the first "ugly" attempt I ever made at starting a crochet project.

My first project left a lot to be desired. I was happy when I figured out how to make a chain and then some single crochet stitches across it, eventually resulting in something resembling a rectangle shape. And extremely delighted the day I was able to create a 3d spherical shape. And yet, nothing will ever match the joy I felt when I completed my first ever real Amigurumi. It was a miniature bunny. Not the cutest, perhaps, but certainly the most special thing to me at the time.

This is a picture of this very first doll that is still very near and dear to my heart and proudly displayed in my office to this day.

Fast forward a few more weeks and lots of reading on Amigurumi, and I had been able to crack the basics of this art to come up with my own design. It was a birthday present for my best friend. A baby fox wearing pastel blue pijamas. Still one of my favorite creations to this day.

After that, I felt like nothing could stop me. I became seriously obsessed with this new hobby, and I made a myriad of other dolls and stuffed creatures that I gave away to friends and family.

My crochet patterns and tutorials

When I created Our Creative Fiber, I decided that I would write the type of patterns I would have loved to find myself when I first started. Cute, yet not too complicated. With clear explanations on what to do at every step of the way, and plenty of photographic evidence to demonstrate how to actually do it. In fact, if you take a look at the pdf files, you will notice that close to 100 pictures are included for each of pattern.

You still need to know the basics of crochet, but once you do, you should be able to follow along with no issues. However, if you end up having questions, you can always send me a message.

I hope you enjoy our crochet materials and that you get as hooked on this hobby as I did.

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auravulpes · 1 year

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On the Physical Characteristics of Teyvat

Okay, are you ready for some maths? No? Don't worry! It's basic stuff. I won't torture you too much with the details. Besides, I've learned things about Teyvat that I want to share! Let's just get on with this!

So, my first area of inquiry was, assuming a spherical Teyvat, how big is it actually? I mean, you'd think it was massive, given how far you can see, but is it really? So, I started here.

"But Aura," I hear you ask, "How will you figure out the size of something we don't even have all of yet?" Good question! We'll do it the way Eratosthenes did back in ancient Greece. Yeah, you know that whole thing about how the ancients were stupid and thought the Earth was flat? Yeah, no, multiple ancient societies knew the Earth was round and how big it was to a pretty astonishing degree of accuracy. Today, we follow in their footsteps!

What Eratosthenes did was take a stick that he knew how large it was and go to two different cities along the same meridian. From there, by taking a measurement of its shadow at the same time on the same day, you could work out the difference in angle between the two sticks and the sun's ray, which we can reasonably treat as being parallel due to the distance they travel and the small target they hit. By doing that, as long as you know the distance between the two cities, you could work out the Earth's circumference.

So, how does this work on Teyvat? Well, first, we need two points to measure from. I chose one in Liyue Harbor and one in Guili Plain directly north of the first. I then took a stick of known length, or, as his friends call him, Aether, and took a picture of him and his shadow at the same time. Now, same day of the year would be a bit tricky, but given that Teyvat doesn't seem to actually have seasons, we'll assume 0° of axial tilt, so it ultimately doesn't matter as long as we do the same time, which I chose as noon.

Now, we just need those actual measurements. The easy one is Aether. I'm assuming he's approximately 160 cm tall, give or take. That also allows me to, using some pixel measurements, get the length of his shadow. In Guili Plain, it was 36.3 cm, and in Liyue Harbor, it was 42.1 cm. Now, we just need the distance between the two points. That was a bit tricky. Unfortunately, the game doesn't show distance to a pin you've put down (at least, not that I'm aware). It does, however, show distance to quests, and conveniently, I've not bothered doing Windtrace! From our point in Liyue Harbor to Windtrace was 3101 m. By then stitching some map together in Photoshop, I got that the map at the scale I was using was at 8242.956:1 scale, or about 824 meters per centimeter on the map. I could then measure between my points to find a distance between the two points of approximately 1.04 kilometers.

Okay, we have what we need. First, we do some rudimentary trig to find the angles between our stick and the incoming rays of sun. In Guili Plain, this was 12.78°, and in Liyue Harbor, it was 14.74°. This gives a difference between the two angles of about 2°. This means these two points are about 2° apart on the circumpolar circumference of Teyvat. So, by multiplying our 1.04 kilometers by the 180 of those distances it would take to make a full circle around Teyvat, we get a circumference of 187.2 km! From there, with some simple geometry, we get a radius of 29.79 km, a surface area of 11,151 km², and a volume of about 111 km³.

(By the way, if you're upset about me referring to Aether as "our stick" throughout this first section, just keep reading to see what else I put him through!)

I then decided to take a little detour to figuring out how that would affect curvature. So, each kilometer around the surface is about 0.036 radians (around 2°). By using this, we can find how much drop off there should be. So, I started with the drop off between Qingyun Peak and Mount Yougou. So, some more stitching map screenshots together and we get a distance of about 6.8 kilometers. Using some simple trig, we find we should get a drop off of about 770 m. Dang. But, Qingyun Peak is pretty high up. What about from Liyue Harbor? Well, the distance from Liyue Harbor to Mount Yougou is about 5 kilometers, which would give about 421 meters of drop off. Hmm. Now that's a problem. See, if you actually go to Liyue Harbor and look towards Inazuma, you will see, well, pretty much all of it. It's hard to tell if the coastline is there, but if it isn't, it's only barely below the horizon, and it may just be hidden behind fog. That's not good. Maybe Teyvat is flat? Eh. Let's just keep going, shall we?

Next, I set out to find the acceleration due to gravity on Teyvat. Unfortunately, I needed to drop something and see how long it took to fall, and, well, Aether was right there...

So, I took him up to the top of the Venti statue to set up the drop. I once again needed distances, so I made use of the Windtrace quest once more. I then glided directly above the Windtrace guy and...set Aether plummeting to his death. It's fine. It was in the name of science after all. So, from 35 meters, it took Aether no more than 2.5 seconds. I'll admit, I screwed my timing up a little, so this is actually a lower bound on Teyvatian gravity rather than an exact figure, but it's still interesting. So, 2.5 seconds to fall 35 meters. Some relatively simple kinematics later, and we get an acceleration due to gravity of 12.8 m/s². Now, the equation I used has time squared on bottom, so the smaller the time it takes, the higher the figure you actually get for gravity. Thus, gravity is at least 12.8 m/s², and if I was off by a half a second, you'd find a gravity of around twice Earth's at 19.5 m/s².

Anyways, now that I'm done torturing Aether (it's okay, I kin him), we can figure out the mass of Teyvat. So, using our 12.8 m/s² figure, we can use some slightly more advance kinematics to figure out the mass of Teyvat, and we get a figure of around 1.7×10^20 kilograms. For context, Earth's mass is on the order of 10^24 kilograms and the moon's mass is on the order of 10^22 kilograms, so Teyvat is around 100 times less massive than the moon and 10,000 times less massive than Earth. It's small.

But, now, my friends, we get to the best part. What is the density of Teyvat? It's at this point we learn that either I fucked up somewhere or Teyvat is flat and all this math is invalid, because, get this, when you calculate out the density of Teyvat, you get a figure of 1.5 kg/cm². Not grams per cubic centimeter, not kilograms per cubic meter. 1.5 kilograms per cubic centimeter. For context, the Earth has a density of about 5 grams per cubic centimeter, three whole orders of magnitude less than Teyvat! So, either Teyvat has some really dense insides and a relatively not dense outside, or else I really feel sorry for the miners of Teyvat. I mean, imagine, you've got a minecart with less than a cubic meter of rock in it that weighs literal metric tons! It's absurd!

So, what have we learned? Well, either Teyvat is a super dense planetoid with some weird atmospheric refraction, or, else, I'm an idiot who just tried to apply a university-level understanding of physics and geology to a fictional game set on a generic flat plane without any regard to planetary geometry. But, honestly, who could really say which it is?

If you're curious, here's the images I used for the circumference calculations and the full stitched together map I used for distance measurements.

And here's the actual math. If you want me to go more in to it, let me know. I might. I may also try to actually work out the weird atmospheric refraction I referenced.

#genshin impact #teyvat #science #geology #video game science #seriously though I spent like 3 hours on this endeavor for no apparent reason #does any of this even matter #probably not but it was fun anyways #i may be a physics dropout but i still learned something #flat teyvat theory

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Hey, I’m not a realistic artist but I saw you asking for advice so I figured I’d offer advice just in case it could help you but if not then feel free to ignore it

But when trying to render I think keeping in mind the actual shape of what you’re shading could help. For example, eyes are spherical, hence why the shadows on them are often curved. Also, when you’re coloring, it can be helpful to just get a color similar to your reference down in a similar place, because that makes the surrounding look different and also it can be easier to visualize (at least in my opinion) the shape and how to shade it when you can see how light reflects off of it. Additionally, when doing any type of shading or lighting, I think it can be helpful to add a layer where you roughly block in where that lighting would take an effect (for example, if someone has half their face in light and half in darkness, I would add lines in the places where it was darkest in a dark colors and lines in the place where the light shines brightest in a light color) and from there, I would add another layer on top, turn down the opacity, and use the lines I just drew as like a rough sketch of where I want the lighting to be, and use this new layer to fill in that area while also keeping in mind the shape of whatever I’m shading (for example, if I’m adding shadows to a cheek, I’d want to keep in mind that the cheek sticks out and make it less dark where it protrudes most)

Sorry if this isn’t helpful, but this is what I personally do

Don’t worry lovely! This was absolutely perfect! I am glad to be given some tips and information for what ai should do! I will try to work on it more and am very thankful for your input (*≧∀≦*)

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idp-dome · 3 months

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Follow up post

This is a follow-up post aiming to mention some additional information regarding the key steps that were taken during the production stage.

It was during our feedback session on Wednesday the 31st of January that we presented our final idea to Ian and Neil. We had previously explained to them that we wanted to create abstract environments/spaces with the main goal of creating deep immersion through audio-visual effects. To begin, we showed the instructors some of the reference images and videos we were using as inspiration as well as the concept sketches done by Eric. We then presented our methodology and the workflow we chose to adopt, which was later approved by them. During our discussion with Neil, it came to our attention that we had to use royalty-free music for our soundtrack, which made us realise that the music tracks we were thinking of using were no longer convenient as they had copyright properties. After the session, we had a team meeting where we agreed that as a start, Talha, Abhinav, and I will be working on creating around 40 seconds of footage in our own software of choice, which will be later rendered as panoramic images. Talha began by creating transitions for our scenes, I started by experimenting with abstract particle systems, and Abhinav learned how to create animated jellyfish that we could potentially use later on.

On Wednesday 7th of February, we already had some rendered 360 videos to show to Ian and get his insight. We had many doubts regarding the initial structure and technology of the dome projection so we made sure to raise these concerns during our session. It turned out that the angular positioning of people experiencing the projection would be arbitrary, and the only thing that we can be sure of is that people will be lying on the floor looking towards the top of the dome. For this reason, we decided to have all scenes symmetrical on the x and y axes, that way no matter which side the person is on, they will be having the same experience as others. Following the previous questions, we had regarding the shape of the dome; we did our own research online and looked at dome technologies posted on the websites of 360 projection companies. Ian later helped us confirm that the dome is indeed semi-spherical with the projection stretching from the top all the way to the bottom edge touching the floor. This meant that we had to focus on creating visuals for the top 75% of the interior surface of the dome instead of things closer to the ground as they won't really be seen by viewers. It was also advised to us that we do not put any main elements at the center of the dome top as there's a possibility they will get warped due to the low resolution of the projection in that area.

Our personal team meeting that followed helped us figure out how we'd like to continue working on our own separate scenes while keeping in mind the importance of seamless transitions between them.

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v2dream · 9 months

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Lost at Light Speed (Short Story)

Overview: In pursuit of Sith Acolyte Zuldres, now in possession of a map leading to a powerful artifact the crew of the Zonia-7 race after them to prevent devastation. It is in these moments trapped in light speed that they have nowhere to run from the things that plague their hearts.

A female voice calls out over the PA system, "Hey, preacher boy. You better be ready. We're just fifteen minutes out now before we reach the Ultres system. I hope your 'talking with ghosts' gave us something useful."

"Thank you for the notice. I will prepare," responds Adam solemnly sitting on the floor, just resurfaced from his meditation.

The transmission ends with static.

Adam wishes it had. He'd been meditating, trying to keep his mind clear and connect in the way he had before, but he couldn't. Every time Adam reached out to connect to it, there was a block that he could only best understand as a roiling black cloud with erupting flashes of red light within. It wouldn't let him close, and he dared not to enter. An instinctual fear told him that he'd likely not return. Allowing fear to root in this way was against what his master had taught him, but it was in part his instincts that allowed him to survive until this point. And, his master wasn't here anymore, she was with them now. Or maybe... she always was... How could he wholeheartedly believe in her words anymore? This tension was a stalemate that lasted for hours consuming all his travel time from the last planet until this moment. All he could do now was put his faith in himself and the people who stood at his side. That the path he has been set on and the next steps he takes will be shepherded by the will of the force. Adam stands a bit slow, as his body had gone stiff from the hours holding his position.

"It looks like the time for rest is over. Let's get going BT," he says picking up his bag and moving to the stairs.

BEOWOOP sounds off a little droid in the corner waking up from its charging station. Three tripod-like legs emerge from the ports around its spherical body, hoisting it up until a grip-tipped slide shaft coiled with a spring emerges from the bottom to hold the weight. A blue light just behind its ocular lens in the middle of its cone-shaped head flicks on bringing the world around it into focus as the droid's mechanisms shift into place. With systems back online and freshly recharged the small droid pops out its still-bent antenna from the top of its head and springs up the stairs after its partner.

Stepping onto the ship's main deck Adam sees that everything is the same as before he stepped away for meditation. The two occupants in the common area were in their respective spaces at opposite sides tending to their task and it was most likely the third would be found in theirs toward the front of the ship. The space was furnished and could comfortably fit its usual six occupants Adam included, though it has surprisingly shown itself to be able to squeeze in nineteen more when in a pinch. Asking a few too many questions about certain figures with wandering ears present, a hothead with two shiny new toys on their hips, and a smuggler selling off some dioxis in the upper rooms in the Morlana One Leisure Zone; is sure to enlighten someone about a thing or two.

"I hope the trip has treated everyone well," says Adam stepping into the common area.

"Welcome back Adam. I hope your venture of the mind was able to bring you the clarity you hoped it would", calls out a soothing voice from an average height teal skinned Forhamdine. Like Upoe, their species generally have lanky builds with gripping pads on both their feet and four hands along with the distinctive large round eyes that sit upon stalks on its head and a straw-like mouth.

Beoop, bwooh brink sounds off BT to Adam expectantly.

"I'll pass along the message," Adam turns back, "BT says hello as well Upoe."

"It's nice to see you as well BT. I hope you had a wonderfully restful recharge, my sentient droid friend."

Blropg, Blorgpa, byah,byap, the sounds of little cries cut in.

"Sorry, it seems I must tend to the young ones." Upoe turns back towards a console along the wall where a heated lamp warms a tray holding large cups that currently have little padded hands reaching out from their tops. Upoe leans their straw-like mouth over one of the cups to be taken ahold of by the small hands. What followed could only be best understood as some form of retching where soon after they ejected a liquid at high speeds filling the cup to the brim.

To give them some privacy Adam proceeds towards the cockpit where Vrarixa sits in the pilot seat.

"Welcome back," greets the female voice from the PA system before.

"Vrarixa, how are you holding up?"

"Pfft, I'm fine. I need to know if you got the answers, we needed from those ghosts you were talking about. You seemed to have so much faith in them."

There's a pause from Adam. "I regret that I must inform you that...I wasn't able to reach them."

Vrarixa abruptly sits back in her seat, slowly stands, and turns to face Adam. Her hand clamps down on the head of the chair, "Wha-...what do you mean you weren't able to?"

"It's exactly as I've told you. I tried to reach them the way I had before, but something was blocking me. Something dangerous."

Vrarixa's face screws," Dangerous? Everything we've been doing up to this point has been dangerous. This thing you got us involved in was nothing but dangerous! So what? As soon as you've got to put your own skin in the game you find the best course of action is to tuck your tail and run!"

"No, that's not it. Whatever it was ... wanted to keep me out. Could I have forced my way through, possibly but," Adam pauses, "if I did, most likely I wouldn't be coming back. At the least, it wouldn't be me you've come to know." "What is that supposed to mean?! You think you'd get brainwashed or have a switch flipped in your head like the gene-scrapped dogs in white?!

"I don't know. I don't have those answers, it was... just a gut feeling," says Adam averting his eyes from hers. Vrarixa begins pacing, "Now instead of going to the Ultres system with a chance, now we're screwed and going to the Ultres system. We only had enough power for one more jump and the shotty rigging we had to put together doesn't let us stop the warp without the risk of us being shredded into thousands of atoms across thousands of miles of space. So now we're stuck on course to a suicide mission into one of the most treacherous parts of space! I don't know how I let you talk me into this! I knew it was a bad idea, I knew it was a bad idea but here I am stuck on this ship with you!" They drop into their seat and begin to rub their temples.

"I didn't talk you into anything. I merely pointed out to you what was already in your heart for you to do. What brought you here was your truth, your calling," he says in a very controlled soft tone.

"No, no, no, no! No more! No more of your magic mumbo-jumbo space tai-chi stuff! Right now, we need to face reality, you need to face reality and get out of Lala land. Acolyte Zuldres kicked our as-"

The sound of numerous jingling coins cuts in from the back of the room. Penny in her work goggles shakes a can with the label 'swear' from her tinkering table.

Vrarixa turns back to Adam and clears her throat," –BUTTS and left us in the middle of that desert to dry knowing that there'd be little to no way to catch up to them or find them without the map. Along with the fact that if we did, with the rest of her squad backing her up the next time it would be easy as breathing to do away with us."

"But none of that matters right? Because of who's missing from that seat," he says looking deeply into her eyes.

Her expression softens slightly as she looks over to the hauntingly vacant copilot seat. She turns shifting her focus back to her flying instruments. "What about you? Do you think you can face your master?

That was a possibility that he had been running from in his mind since their first encounter.

Adam speaks up, "If it comes to pass then, for the sake of everyone I'll do what I must. But only what I must."

"That's good enough because I'll do whatever it takes."

A dense silence takes up the room.

"Do you mind if I sit with you?" says Adam.

Silence retakes the room.

Vrarixa sighs, "Go ahead."

Adam takes a seat in the empty co-pilot chair looking to her to make sure it's all right, but no response comes to tell him otherwise. The two sit there in silence but also in the comfort of having another there when facing uncertainty. They stare out into space tearing past at the speed of light around them, not exactly sure where they are or where they're going. All that is certain is that danger lies ahead amongst the stars, yet they pray that amongst those same stars, they'll find a miracle that will deliver upon the hope in their hearts.

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Thank you for reading.

-Demarion Moses

#star wars #jedi #sith #space #spacetravel #spacecraft #fanfiction #shortstory #hope #theforce #story #aspiring writer #aspiring author #writing critique #writersociety

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imanunit06 · 1 year

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Planet projection

Since I was projecting onto planets rather than painting over them, I had to create my own projection for it using Adobe AfterEffects, as it was the best suitable program for creating a video projection with effects. I needed to figure out a way for creating rotating spherical planets that looked good and realistic enough. I came across a video that showed me how to do this. I used the video as a reference and tutorial to follow.

Firstly, I had to download the planet textures from online at solarsystemscope.com. After importing them into aftereffects, I used CC Sphere to instantly turn them into spheres. I used a bit of glow with the radius to 100, and some colour correction curves to change it a little so it would look more realistic. Luckily for me, it instantly gave the planet a shadow on the side when converting it to a sphere, which is perfect and realistic just like an actual planet would be. I was also able to make the planet spin too. By going to the rotation Y setting, I typed into the timeline "time*5" to make it spin slowly. I decided to change it to 7 to make it a little bit faster, but it was supposed to be slow since planets are like that anyway. I did the same thing for Earth and Neptune too. The good thing here was that I can drag and move the planets around whenever I want, so I can always adjust it to fit onto the board properly.

To create the stars moving in the back, I created a new, completely white solid layer. Then I went into simulation, CC star burst to turn it into moving stars. I lowered the size and grid spacing so they wouldn't be so large, and slowed down the speed too.

I also wanted there to be text and images popping up too, so it could get a message across. The text would be talking about how small we are in the universe and how insignifcant and worthless we may feel. Like the text popping up next to Earth saying "you are here". But then there would be images of Earth showing us how it doesn't matter and that we should just enjoy and make the most of what we have and be happy. I got images from online of things including people enjoying life, doing activities, animals and nature, as well as space. I made them pop up throughout the video, fading in and out. However, my tutor came over and said that it was too slowly popping in and out. It needed to contrast the slow spin of the planets. I was told to make it faster and increase the number of images, which I went ahead and did by gathering more images and making them go by faster by decreasing the time they stayed there and showed the next image. I realised it would take so much time though, but time was running out and I had to be faster so I could finish everything. After some looking at Youtube, I realised there was another way. I could just duplicate the timeline slots of the other images popping up. Then, I would drag in new images into AfterEffects. From the side, I just hold down option key while dragging it onto the image I want to replace in the timeline. And it worked. This saved me a lot of time, because otherwise I'd have to constantly drag in each image, adjust the position, scale, change the duration all the way down and adjust the duration position, as well as adding in fade in and out. Doing this with so many images that only pop up for a short while would take so long. This really sped it up for me.

I also tried to make some images pop up in the spinning planets too. I did that by duplicating the planets, replacing the planet texture with an image using the same method as before, and keeping it there for a few seconds with fade in and out.

At the end of the video, I also lowered the brightness on everything except Earth, so it would stand out with the message of 'how are you going to spend your time here?' I did this so it would give some time to think about it, focusing only on Earth.

I also had a problem where I accidentally lost some of the images when trying to drag them all into a folder. This ruined the video because the images all disappeared, and I couldn't have the video like that because it was incomplete. But then I went into my recents in finder, and they were all there, so I just dragged them all back out again and the images were back. I had to carefully place them into the folder to avoid losing them again. I also decided that I needed some music to bring the whole atmosphere together, so I got some space music downloaded and added in. Music and audio always helps to complete pieces.

It could be argued that ethically, some stuff is stolen, like for example, planet textures, images popping up and music. People might say that the work is not original enough or fully made by me because of these things. I think it's fine, because I am using it for educational purposes only and am not making any profit off it. If it doesn't break any copyright laws, then there isn't an issue. On top of that, there is also royalty free work you can use whenever you are unsure. Royalty free means that it's free to use however you want to, so you don't have to worry about copyright. Also, I am not a music composer so I cannot make my own music.

For safeguarding practices, I had to make sure I get enough breaks throughout, otherwise I could strain my eyes if I don't look away enough. I could also get back pain if I slouch, sit in a bad position or don't get up and walk around enough. It's also very bad for posture. I should make sure that water doesn't spill or equipment to damage it or cause an electrick shock. I need to be careful around the computer. I need to make sure it doesn't overheat too.

#technical skills #reflective feedback #Reflective practice #Practical work

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yaldev · 2 years

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Meeting with the Oracle

(Guest artist: FurnaceIncarnate!)

A five-day trip for a five-minute chat. Done for anyone else it would be madness, but for the Oracle, it’s preparedness.

It was a stroke of good luck that the urge to take action coincided with the passing trade caravan. With strong enough defense that bandits dare not strike, the journey has been uneventful and dull. When we arrived at the crossroads I branched off from the merchants’ path, following a dirt trail in search of the cave that houses a local legend.

Different tales offer different truths. Old accounts say she looks no older than forty years, yet bears the experience of forty generations and the wisdom of four hundred. The locals say her visions were once lies from evil spirits disguising themselves as illegal gods, but once she saw the truth of Parc Pelbee’s grace, she accepted only his blessings and spoke only truth from that day forth.

The trading merchants took turns guessing why I was on this trip. One thought I was trying to learn the profession. Another said I must be an outlaw on the run. A third asked if I was just a stupid kid along for the thrill. When I told them the truth, I was met with all manner of scrutiny. The first one warned that the Oracle’s visions still come from deceitful spirits, and will always be false. Another called her a fraud entirely, repeating a rumor that she's nothing but a skilled illusionist. The third smiled, content with his accurate guess.

Their doubts didn't faze me, because I couldn't let them faze me. Only divine wisdom could settle this unease. I've asked my priest to explain, but he left me more confused than before. I've prayed for clarity, but Pelbee has yet to clear the smoke. There was no other choice but to seek out a more obscure source. In older times I'd be one among many, but today I venture into her lair alone.

I step through the stone maw and progress up the slight incline. Mold spores float through the air and tickle my nostrils. Try as I might, I fail to suppress a loud sneeze. Triggered by the sound of a human voice, an eerie light begins to glow from deeper in the tunnel, just as the old records said. Where the beacon once lit itself for fanfare and worship in the Oracle’s name, now it responds for sniffles. As I approach the passage’s end I keep my head bowed in respect, watching the strange mist which covers my feet and flows around my calves. It moves like a river toward the cave's entrance, dissipating when it reaches the sunlight that feels so far behind.

“No need to bow, child.”

I turn my gaze up. The cavernous hall opens into a spherical chamber, illuminated by light from a crack in the earth. A fountain of mist rises from this narrow crevice, which adds to the river at my feet. A human figure, obscured by the cloud, awaits on the other side.

“Step forward, come around. I’ve been expecting you.”

“Really? For how long?”

“Twenty-one years? Maybe two?”

My eyes widen, but I can’t perceive her features through the fog. I can feel her gaze though: she can see me perfectly. Her eyes have long become used to finding meaning in patterns among the mist. As I step around the fissure I see her clearly, and all at once I believe her claim to precognition. It’s like I can feel her knowledge projected into my mind, sending me false memories of old gods’ faces, of ancient tribes that rose and fell, of armies of pilgrims who once came to beg for her wisdom. No ruler, but a servant.

“What’s your name, child?” she asks. Surely she already knows. I muster up the most dignified tone I can.

“Decadin.”

“Deh-cah-din? I like that name. Do you know what it means?”

“No..?”

“It’s from the old faiths. But you’re a Pelbeean, aren’t you?”

“Uh, should I be?”

“That depends who you ask.”

The righteous knights who barged in one day said yes, the Empirical Truth is the proper path, and refusal would be met with a sword through the Oracle’s neck. Followers of the old gods said no, and called her a traitor for feigning a speech about Parc Pelbee’s benevolence to save her own life.

“But I won’t ruin your name for you. What do you want to know?”

I stand now where people of great renown stood throughout history: powerful shamans asking when the next rain would come, mighty warlords demanding the results of a planned invasion, and the earliest merchant guildmasters begging to know how their children could be cured of plague. Here I am, and I have the audacity to place myself among their ranks and ask:

“Why does nothing make sense?”

She tilts her head. None of her hair is free to sway, concealed beneath a cloth hood. I continue.

“Grandma’s sick, I’m off to the capital in two weeks for school, I still feel like they made a mistake letting me in. It's like I’m one screwup away from everything falling apart. Why is everything so fast? How can I handle it? How could anyone? It’s hard to believe Parc Pelbee is guiding me, because I'd think I'd have a path by now.”

A silence hangs for a moment. A grin spreads across the Oracle’s face.

“It sounds like you’re afraid of risk," she speaks slowly. "And yet you've gone so far from home. That's dangerous. You're braver than you think.”

“I guess.”

“But you're also no fool. Why did you come so far to see me?”

My answer comes only after thinking for a moment.

“Because the stories say you’re an agent of Pelbee, and I trust in him.”

Her eyes narrow as she chuckles. "I love the young ones. Your curiosity betrays your faith.”

I look at her askew, saying nothing.

“Young Pelbeean, have you considered that all of this is just as Pelbee wanted it? Have you considered that chaos is part of the universal order?”

“What? How?”

“Think. If magic comes from chaos, and Parc Pelbee used powers that sound very magical to shape the world, can’t it be said that chaos was used to create order?”

Heresy!

“I... I know it’s not that simple!”

Worse, heresy I'm not smart enough to refute.

“Of course not, child. Just as you say, everything is complex and layered. It can all seem very overwhelming when you can’t figure out how it all works.”

“Can anyone? Can you?”

“Discerning order through the realm of chaos is my life's work, Decadin. But would you like to know a secret?”

“Of course.”

“There is no chaos. I see order because order is all that is. Chaos is an illusion, dear. It looks that way because you cannot understand all the factors at play. It appears causeless because you cannot see all the causes.”

She stands from her throne and extends her hand into the cloud pouring up from the crevice, grasping some of the misty magic in a closed fist. With an outstretched finger she traces circles in the air in front of my face, and my eyes follows the trail of mana it leaves behind.

“The world, you see, is a machine of many spinning cogs. Some so big you could spend years studying them, some so small that no mortal could notice them. No cog turns without reason. That which looks random comes merely from causes unseen.”

She finishes by opening her palm, letting the energy dissipate. I feel as though I’ve been snapped from a trance. Critical thought returns.

“But there is the Aether. The holy book tells us it's the source of chaos.”

“And yet even in the Aether, there is consistency. The mage who conjures fire repeats the same actions and finds the same result. Patterns are there.”

“In the place of chaos.” It’s all so much to take in.

“Do you think the Aether doesn’t have rules? It is a machine like any other. I know well that some cogs are invisible, some strangely shaped, some changing directions by a will of their own. But it becomes more coherent if you look at the machine as a whole, and how these odd parts come together and form certain rules.”

“Can it be controlled?”

“Isn’t that what magic is?”

“Right…”

It’s all so strange. It’s like she’s saying things about Pelbee’s creation that make more sense than what he said himself. Does she lie? Or is her connection to the creator-god stronger than the writers of his holy text?

“You can master your life the same way, if you find which cogs you can control and what happens if you mess with them. That's how you make sense of everything: pull it into pieces and see how everything works together."

I nod silently, looking at the ground again. "That, that makes sense. Thank you Oracle."

"It's refreshing how you ask about things that actually matter." She smiles. "I've gotten too used to questions about war. But even if my advice is helpful, it's not what you came so far to hear. You're not fooling me: you want to know your future."

“I mean, it’d be kinda nice, but it seemed rude to ask.”

She laughs. “Ahh, come and breathe in some smoke.”

“That smoke?”

“Yes, it comes from a mana deposit down there. You must let it into yourself, allow it to explore you. Then I can breathe your breath to read what it tells me of your potential.”

“It comes from mana. It’ll hurt me.”

“It’s what’s kept me alive all this time, child. Trust.”

Pressure from authority gets the better of me. I dip my face into the mist and let the universe into my lungs, feeling its heretical power claw at my throat. Swirling colors appear in my peripheral vision, flowing toward the center to crowd out reality.

“Now face me. Breathe out.”

All too happy to obey, I turn to her and force the smoke from my lungs as fast as I can. It sinks through the air until it settles in her cupped hands, which she brings to her face.

“Show me,” she whispers to the dense fog, her breath sending ripples across its surface. She tilts her hands and drinks of the future, letting the mental image of Deft guide her visions. Each word spoken releases some of the mist.

“I see…”

I watch it spill down her chin to the floor below, joining the river.

“I see you using magic.”

“Magic?! Me?"

“I see cans, full and empty. I see piles of paper, scribbled and scrawled. I see crystal and metal. I see power coming just in time.”

I smile excitedly. It’s gibberish, but I feel like it makes sense in a way I can’t describe.

“I see brilliance, recognition. I see a great lined disk floating in the sky. A wall held up by what it walls. But every wall has a gate, and through it I see…”

I hold my breath in anticipation. She releases the rest of hers in a long sigh. Her eyes open as she speaks.

“A new age.”

She shakes her head, and quickly looks down at me.

“Yes, child! You will sort things out!”

“That’s such a relief, I can’t thank you en—”

“No no, more than you know! Decadin has a vital role to play. You’ll do something so grand that great men long after will call you their inspiration!”

My smile lessens. That sounds a little too good to be true.

“I guess I can’t ask for more details?”

“That might make you do things differently. Wouldn't want your prophecy to defeat itself, would you?”

Maybe the merchants were right.

“Well, thank you, Oracle. I should probably get out of here now, leave you to your important business.”

"Do they still say I eat children who linger too long in these parts?" She asks, returning to her seat.

"I never heard that, no."

“Good, good. You have a long journey home. Do not be late, your mother will worry.”

Despite the instinct to stay, it’s easy to leave. It feels like the river pulls my feet toward the exit. As I tread back down the slope, careful of my footing, I can hear her voice in the stone that surrounds me:

“You will change the world, Deh-cah-din.”

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Yaldev is a sci-fantasy worldbuilding project by Ulysses Maurer, with art by Beeple. By looking at narratives, stylized loredumps, bad poetry and little details, we'll witness the story of a planet filled with magical power, the nation which tried to conquer it, this empire’s dramatic collapse and the new world which emerged in its wake. Along the way we'll meet the characters who live here, and we'll explore questions about nationalism, rationalism, the natural world and the quest to master it. For all stories in chronological order, check out the pinned posts at r/Yaldev!

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moonctzeny · 3 years

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champagne sins

pairing: socialite! johnny x fem! reader

genre: smut

word count: 1,714

warnings: alcohol consumption, slight voyerism, slight degradation

a/n: I blame @sehunniepot for this

general taglist: @naomis-sins , @slightlymore-main , @jjaeyoonoh, @ichbinschnappi, @infnteen , @markresonates , @babyksworld

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You love the way your new designer dress hugs your figure tonight, sparkly fabric reflecting the light and making everything around you glow. You love the way the champagne bubbles tickle your tastebuds with their sour taste, on your third glass already and with no intention of stopping anytime soon. You especially love having Johnny eat you up with his eyes from the other side of the room, his honey-colored stare having an iron grip on you.

Letting your body move on its own accord and with a wobble in your step you walk over to where he’s standing, large body resting sideways on the decorated wall. Johnny’s a socialite, yet if you asked him what he did for a living you’d get a different answer every time. He’s a DJ at the biggest club in town, he’s a reality star, he owns real estate. Maybe he’s one of those pretty boys you pay handsomely to loop your arms around for the rest of the night.

And you don’t blame anyone that would want to have Johnny like this, hard to resist with this combination of tall height, dark locks, and even darker intentions. Tonight, he looks more expensive than all your jewelry combined with those leather pants that melt right over his thighs. He’d left the top button of his satin shirt unfastened, teasing you with his smooth, tanned skin, and you take the first leap of immorality by loosening the second one yourself. You’re endlessly jealous of those pearls for getting to loop around his neck.

“Undressing me before even saying hi?”

“Hi. Now can I do one more?”

He chuckles and you take it as a sign to hook your index on the third buttonhole, revealing the top row of his abs. They’re covered in small glitter particles from last night’s fun and you envision the masterpiece you could create with just some lipstick and your fingernails. A sweet smell hazes your mind further, a mixture of his cologne and that caramel-scented e-cig he likes nursing so much.

He hums while still frustratingly keeping his hands to himself, towering over you with his broad shoulders and crushing the surge of confidence caused by the liquid courage, “What has you so naughty tonight baby girl?”

“You”

He loves having people inflate his ego and you know how to take advantage of this fact very well. He pushes back his long bangs with his hand, wet from the heat in the penthouse and finally pulling you closer with the other. His rings dig right over the dimples on your back, just low enough to toy with what’s considered inappropriate in a room full of people. Not that anyone cares, really; everyone is high on the substance of their choice and Johnny is just simply your favorite of vices.

“Naughty, naughty girl”, he muses and you follow his lips like you’re hypnotized, enjoying the degrading way he kisses his teeth.

“You know, when you pretend to be all righteous it makes me wanna fuck you even more”, you bite back and something changes in his eyes, pupils expanding like a big black hole that’s about to swallow you entirely.

His fingers leave his scalp to now grab onto your jaw, thumb hindering the blood from going to your head and forcing you to look away from the tattoo on his chest. You’re so close now that you notice his tongue is toying with some blue-colored candy, its original spherical shape now being a mere wafer-thin piece of sugar.

“You didn’t have a mouth this dirty last time I saw you”

“I thought you loved my mouth”

He grins at your wits, flashing you the same million-dollar smile that gets him free drinks and pretty people at his feet at all times before finally planting his lips on yours.

You think that out of all Johnny’s beauteous features, his lips have to be your favorite ones. Bow shaped and soft, they beg you to suck, nibble, and bruise them, the other party invitees be damned. His right hand, previously resting on your waist, is now grabbing your ass shamelessly, and he takes advantage of the gasp you let out to press the remaining candy against your own tongue. You’re so preoccupied with the way he twirls in your mouth that you’ve pliantly allowed him to corner you between the wall and his body, and when he starts to lick right over the middle of your throat you don’t know if the room is spinning because of the champagne or him.

“Fuck”, you mutter as your half-lidded eyes stare into the ceiling, a familiar hardness poking the top of your thigh.

“Language”, he scolds you against your skin, with a tone so cold you don’t know how it spreads so much warmth to your body, “Good girls don’t swear”

“What if I want to be bad?”

“Follow me”

You weed your way between the groups of beautiful people, grabbing a glass of champagne on the way, until you reach what seems to be the door to the party thrower’s office. A big “DON’T ENTER” sign hangs from the knob and Johnny throws it to the confetti-filled floor without the slightest guilt, leading you inside the study.

It’s a spacious room, with full-length windows and a mahogany desk placed in front of a filled bookshelf. You don’t even manage to ask him where he wants you when he starts ravaging your neck again, his big body making you backtrack to the reclining leather chair in the end of the office. Unadulterated arousal pulses through you with every bite he leaves behind, and you push him down onto the seat, momentarily enjoying the view of him sprawled like that just for you.

Impatiently, Johnny grabs the back of your bare thighs, pulling you on top of him, and you quickly start to unfasten his braided black belt. Endlessly entertained by the thought of messing with you, he starts petting over the skimpy fabric of your underwear in an effort to distract you. It works, with your fingers shaking as they try to push his pants below his hips while his own start circling around your swollen clit.

A pitiful sob graces his ears as he pushes your soaked up panties to the side, petting your raw pussy that drips with a mess you’ve made just for him. You move your hand between his thighs in retaliation when he pushes two fingers inside you, working him into his full length as your moans harmonize into the most filthy of tunes.

“Tightest fucking pussy. Dripping wet too. Did I do this, pretty girl? Or was I just your victim for the night?”

“Just for you”, you moan out as you move along with his fingers inside you, your hand gliding easily over his cock with the aid of his precum.

He looks so fucking good like that; all messy and sweaty and all yours that you tug the bottom parts of his shirt away from one another, buttons breaking and dancing all over the floor.

“That was expensive”, he mentions playfully just to tease you, knowing damn well this shirt was nothing compared to Johnny’s net worth.

“And I’m priceless”

You take the glass of champagne that you’d left on the floor and start to spill some of the bubbly liquid over his chest, watching manically as it travels through the lines of his abs. The pale moonlight that seeps through the window kisses the wet skin, making him look irresistible as you lean down to suck the drink from the hollows where his muscles connect. Johnny weaves his fingers through your locks and giggles at the feeling, shivering when you reach his happy trail.

“Had enough of a taste?”

“I need one more thing”, you purr and take a condom out of your purse. He strokes his cock lazily as you open the foil carefully, eyeing you hungrily in the meantime, as if he hasn’t taken a good look at you already. When you’re done slipping the condom over his shaft you line the throbbing member to your opening, mentally preparing yourself for the girth you know is about to come.

A breathy whine leaves your lips when he slips fully inside you, and the way Johnny stretches you out already has you seeing stars.

Languidly but full of pleasure you start to circle your hips over him, enjoying the blinking light of the city that falls to your feet. A fleeting feeling of panic surges through you when you see all the people on the road and the balconies of the lower buildings, feeling even more exposed than you already are.

“Johnny, what if someone sees us?”, you ask him innocently but never once do you stop grinding your hips, making him smile at the empty question.

“I thought you wanted to be bad? Not a good girl anymore?”, he teases and thrusts his hips forward without a warning, making you shriek with how deep he reaches inside you. “A naughty, filthy girl that wants my cock in a party full of guests and with the whole city watching.”

He lifts his hand to drag down the fabric of your top, successfully freeing your chest and exposing you even more, loving the way your boobs look as you ride him.

“You think that just because anyone that happens to look up to see you being all slutty for me I’m not gonna fuck you against every surface in this room?”

You whimper at this promise, and your experience with him vouches that it will soon turn into reality.

“Please”, he scoffs, “you better bounce”

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