#volan talks

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I know I jokingly say Alhaitham has aggressively taken a bite out of a sand grease pupa to scare people away from trying to have lunch with him… but…

#i feel like it’s true #what else would he even do with them #confirm or deny for me pls #he says “they’re a good source of protein #//ooc: timmy talks #//crack #//vultur volans || al haitham

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Ongoing list of D&D characters I've played (excluding characters from pathfinder, GURPS, etc.). Why did this post take me over a year to write.

-Bongo bard (D&D one-shot, autogenerated): simple one-shot character. Update with name if I can find the sheet. Happy-go-lucky, impulsive. Played this game in anno domini 2019.

-Ribble "Turtledove" Itheroy (D&D campaign): this character means Everything to me & my tablemates for this game. Gnome paladin in service of Lady Boldrei, the hearthkeeper, with protector fighting style and oath of redemption. Has a mild temper, a deeply ingrained set of morals and a bleeding heart type of charisma. He's a wide-eyed young man away from his huge family and sprawling burrows on his first quest, and his arc ended up exploring what it means to be taught kindness, empathy, protecting the weak, and self-sacrifice vs what it means to actually apply those values in tense & nuanced situations. He also is about what it means to love and unconditionally care for people who don't always want you around, and who you can't expect to be with forever. I love this little church man and his unending choice to make home, whatever it takes. He also has a Summoned Mount, a big ol chow chow named Yona. I roleplayed so hard on this dude that when Ribble convinced himself he was going to have to die fighting the BBEG I made myself & my DM cry.

-wibble (D&D campaign): Wibble is a ribble retooling using elements that I played with for Ribble but ultimately couldn't make work. I play him in a highly infrequent campaign I do with my brothers like twice a year. He's a forest gnome instead of a rock gnome, oath of the Ancients, and leans much harder into being a silly little fey trickster who operates under his own opaque moral compass.

-Maud Wraithmore (D&D one-shot): much like Ribble, this character wormed her way into my brain and has taken up residence in my psyche. It started with a friend helping me min-max for a one-shot and we ended up with a bladesinger wizard who started with one level in barbarian, plus a little bit of metamagic. To make sense of that, Maud is a variant human kid from nowheresville, grew up by the swamp and wanted out, got into an underground fighting ring when all she had was her rage and her fists, and after that she started leaning into her spark of magic, making deals for scraps of spell instructions and moving into some more performative fighting circles, creating this WWE-inspired wizard streetfighter persona. I've got this idea that she's called back to the swamp by her hometown by some worrying dreams and ends up living in the ribcage of the dead titan that summoned her for a while, which is where she's able to learn most of her formal magic before she goes off and joins the BBEG she works under in the one-shot I made her for (she's evil, by the way). She's got a pretty broad stat spread so of course she has a -2 to Chr. This lady is intelligent and competent and will fall flat on her face in ANY conversation. Fortunately she is somehow able to poorly flirt her way into the heart of the DM's traveling salesperson, Rosie the Tiefling, who she will eventually marry & have a moss dweeb circle of spores daughter (Adelhaid) with. Disaster swamp wizard with a lust for life. Uproariously fun to play. I also have a build I made for a one-shot of Teenage Maud, while she's in the midst of growing her fighting ring reputation and not particularly evil yet besides just being an angsty rage-filled teenage girl.

-Volans (D&D oneshot, not mine): a borrowed character for a last-minute one-shot, a circle of stars Tiefling druid w/ his star map tattooed across his chest and an obsession with immortality. Interesting dude who got me interested in circle of stars for the first time (more on that later).

-Sorrel (D&D oneshot): a Tabaxi way of shadow monk I made for an Oops! All monks! one-shot, and one of my simplest characters personality-wise. I made him on a bootleg online character sheet creator that was mostly in French. His background was anthropologist specializing in... elves, I think? He was just a mildly slippery cat trying to prove his worth as a martial artist, who considered himself more an outsider & documentarian than a direct participant in his life.

-Feverfew (D&D oneshot): Feverfew is a funny case; I made her as an alternate to Sorrel depending on monk party comp, using the limited free options on D&D beyond. They clearly have the same history (why else would they both be named after herbs) but her background is Haunted One. I still had her character sheet up when our RA came by and we strong-armed him into playing for like half an hour, so bam, Feverfew was Real. So, she & Sorrel were brought to the monastery together and they trained until in her teens she had a nightmare so bad it changed her forever (maybe accidentally astral projected into the Abyss or something) and went out on the run, wandering in search of either answers or means of protecting herself, but occasionally still contacting Sorrel (or, in the case of the one-shot, being spectrally summoned to fight alongside her old classmates in a multidimensional Monk Tournament, which sounds way cooler than the game actually was).

-Mira (desert, D&D campaign): MIRA! Miramiramira. This character has everything: she's a crowgirl (crow cowgirl) druid with a rifle who has been stalking the Magnolia desert for the whole of her adult life, killed a dragon once, and has an innate hatred of being infantilized. She's circle of stars and her star map is an intricate embroidery project on the underside of her hat, the result of many long, lonely nights watching the stars. Mira (MiraBile, mee-RAH-bee-lay, btw) was hatched and raised in a traveling circus (owned by two very difficult women who called themselves sisters) and performed with another Kenku, AnDerLwm (OHN-dare-loom) as another "sister act." They were unrelated birds, but AnDi kept Mira safe, taught her most of her words, gave her her name, and was generally the brightest star in Mira's sky, until she disappeared. Mira, still a child, escaped from the circus soon after intent on finding her sister, and picked up her gun skills by long practice and her druid spells from a wandering deputy. Mostly, she watched the stars. For the campaign, her tendency to overhear things she shouldn't gets her looped into a series of fetch quests for incredibly powerful, potentially world-ending artifacts with a secret organization masquerading as a normal organization. Her arc & development revolve mostly around her willingness to trust others to understand her wants/needs and to look out for her, and her recapturing her lost childhood by embracing simple joy and silliness with her companions. She's even learning to play guitar from her warforged friend, a form of expression unhindered by her imitative speech. As her attunement with nature grows, she gains access to divination and seeking magic, which will allow her an understanding of the universe bigger than her missing "sister."

-Mira (islands, D&D campaign): My beloved crowgirl was my PC for more than one campaign; she was dreamed up for this one but played first in the desert (where she is ultimately a better fit...). The islands Mira has a similar backstory but is significantly more driven towards finding AnDi, falling in with her travelling group at the beck of some gods she doesn't understand (one thing that's true about Mira in every universe: gods and religion are near-completely foreign to her. She just Doesn't Get It). She's a grumpy crow lady who never knows when to call it quits. She has spent a lot of time learning how to front, how to deal with civilization without getting killed or mugged or run out of town, and she did her best to pass that information on to some of her companions who had similar trouble with social norms, to limited effect. Funny enough she also learned guitar, this time as a gift from a god to give her some form of social expression (the bass guitar, this time). She died in a scripted TPK to a zealot, that the DM intended to revive us from but we mutually agreed to stay dead. Because that campaign is behind us (rip Styx, the raddest character in the world), I get to decide what happened to that Mira, and I think she probably came back some three hundred years later as a false duragh (a wonderful idea from @/filibusterfrog). She was a restless, hunting soul who died outside of her home forest, and so the land itself would eventually shake her awake and send her on her way, dooming her to wander until she could find her sister. I wonder how that would shake out for her, given what I know about AnDi, but Mira does not.

-Hermés Mercurie (D&D oneshot): bubbly Satyr drag bard that I drew up for a heist one-shot. My beloved. The reason that I could do a Greek accent for like twelve hours before losing it again. A great solution for my DMs calling my characters by female pronouns regardless of their genders. It's important that you know that she's just here for the job. She's just here to get paid, man. She plays like a dozen instruments and can vogue with the best of them. I managed to roll two nat 20s in a row to keep a vampire count distracted long enough with a lute/piano duet for the party to steal the macguffin so that count is gonna remember her forever.

-"Chestnut" the Firbolg (D&D oneshot): the Firbolg, like most of its kin, doesn't really have a name, but its party insists on calling it "Chestnut." It's an unnerving mountain of a person who shouldn't be left alone around still-warm corpses. Absolute savant with a quarter-staff.

-Sid "The Id" Wicked, the priest of the people (D&D oneshot): My bastard son. The priest of the people. As a half-elf son of a wealthy elf socialite put to shame by her fling with a human, Sid grows up contemptuous and irreverent, gallivanting the streets of fantasy London and eventually falling into the newly-reignited cult of Argos, a minor god of vision (Argos's domain is... complicated, but I like to think of him as the god of Witnessing, and of feeds from unsecured security cameras). The cult was meant to just be a front for a bunch of punk-ish street kids to operate behind but unfortunately Sid & his friend Teddy commit to the bit perhaps a little too hard and end up properly pulling Argos from obscurity, leaving Sid a legitimate cleric ready to adventure. Sid is gross, mean, and way, way too excited to get your skull under his elaborately studded boot for someone who has cleric HP. He's besties with the party's bald wizard and makes Pal'leth the githyanki deeply nervous. I only got to play Sid for a brief window, but I've had lots of time to think since about the dreams Sid might start to have after prolonged contact with Argos, the Visions, and how well he might be able to handle that.

But I digress... Sid dresses himself somewhere between a mantis shrimp and an 80s goth rocker. He's got a stupid little French mustache. He carries a once-ceremonial mace that he stole from home into which he's inscribed "pick a god and pray". He's bisexual but he doesn't know that yet. He has a relationship with his mother constantly bordering on violence but he's also the only person in the world who understands her. He dyes his hair black to piss her off and then begs her for money. He says he's the frontman of a band that existed for like six months when he was 16. Literally what's not to like.

-Nizoirse "Nisa," the New (et Hrothgar, D&D oneshot): the instant I found out they had added Verdans to the game I knew I wanted to play one for a one-shot. Additionally, I had agreed with another player prior to create a pair of characters that we could play in-tandem, allowing him to play a private, unexpressive character and lean on my roleplaying skills for the both of us. We landed on a bugbear & a Verdan, giving them camaraderie as goblinoids. Both monks, though the bugbear (Hrothgar) had some prior levels in assassin rogue. She exists in a one-shot world in which most humans vanished from existence in semi-recent history. She woke up in the shadows of the Teeth (a mountain ridge), amnesiac and in an unfamiliar body. She was taken in easily by a nearby monastery and trained in martial arts, meditative grounding, and pottery. The monastery was headed by a'Era the Inquisitive, a curious and kindly copper dragon. She was ambushed by Hrothgar while traveling and subdued him, but recognized in him a hungry, desperate man and invited him to study at the monastery. After many trials of self-denial and physical resilience, she underwent a sudden physical transformation (a Verdan growth spurt, but when you're the only Verdan you know that's not exactly self-explanatory) and became an object of fascination for a'Era; she began training under him directly and received a dragon's name: Nizoirse (knee-ZER-shuh) the New. She & Hrothgar would eventually leave the monastery in pursuit of knowledge and adventure, meet new friends, and make a few interesting discoveries.

Nisa's area of fascination is anthropology, especially of humans-- she associates the disappearance of humans with the mystery of how she came to exist, and pursues cultural knowledge to fill the void of the absolute nil of her own past. She will put the discovery and preservation of knowledge above her and her party's safety. She prides herself on being extremely composed & unflappable, and keeping her emotions from affecting her work. She would fight and die for Hrothgar and cares deeply for the rest of her crew as well, but finds their worldly attachments misaligned and frustrating. I find Nizoirse really compelling, especially her brand of positive nihilism and the fact that she can manifest sick ass dragon wings from her ki.

-Designation 24 (D&D oneshot): I had a few thoughts when making this one-shot character: what if an angel was a robot, and what could possibly be going on in-world with a paladin-warlock multiclass? In terms of characterization and dogma she borrows heavily from Gabriel Ultrakill, because I wanted to play Gabriel Ultrakill, sue me!! I decided she wouldn't have a name, because she's someone who gave up their whole personhood, whole past for a higher purpose, instead she would be designated 24, a number I chose at random. She's a paladin sworn to some sort of angelic order of the sun, which, um. Nobody told me until after about the Solari, a race of sun angels in the D&D cosmology OF WHICH THERE ARE ONLY AND EXACTLY TWENTY-FOUR. She was DESTINED to be.

Anyways, Designation 24 is a giant heavily armored woman with flaming sword and shield. She follows a goddess of cleansing fire and ancient pacts (unnamed at this time but in fact another facet of Boldrei), and was trained in a secretive ultra-militaristic cloister of angels, her Sisters. She doesn't fly nor is she particularly fast but she does a kind of threatening lumbering teleport. She has an ongoing issue where the very sunfire that fuels her will rip through her, pouring from the gaps in her armor and burning her awfully in the process. She thinks in the past few years that she's been in closer contact than ever with her God, but when you're staring into the brilliant fire in front of you it's nearly impossible to tell that the Voice you're hearing is coming from the deep, cold shadows pooling behind you...

Under the helmet she looks exactly like Rorshach from Watchmen. I <3 you scary dyke of all time.

-Sycorax Font-of-Tumult (D&D campaign): oh, my boy. My baby... Sycorax is a fairy & a wild magic sorceror. They were born from a condensed pool of chaos and immediately stood up, dusted himself off, and became a low-level politician utterly and disastrously outspoken against the king. He had enough sense to be an activist generally within the law, but got themself in immense trouble when a wild magic surge went haywire at a demonstration and disfigured one of the king's generals.

Sycorax is an idealist, finds it hard to sit still, and is very difficult to tell no. They believe that the ultimate forms of good include small joys, whimsy, and regicide. If you leave him in a room full of people long enough he WILL start a riot and it doesn't really matter to them what it's about. There's a brief period where they wild magic surge himself down to about 3 inches tall and bright blue, which messes with his relationship to their physical body for the rest of his life. He figures out eventually that the robot they've been traveling with is constructed from the same chaos he bubbled out of and immediately latches onto it as their sworn brother.

They're dead, by the way. I knew I wouldn't be able to make it to the campaign's finale session so I asked the DM to kill me. Sycorax was shot clean through by never-before-seen assault weaponry during a capital riot, and guided their party and the remaining protestors to a safehouse before succumbing to the injury. His last words were "what a wonderful thing it is to be alive" before dissolving back into the chaos he was born from. And yet they linger; in every oil-slick shine on the ground, in every flickering shadow, in every murmur of unrest and its following outcry for change. In every cicada's song rests Sycorax, waiting to be the crack where light gets in.

-Ethel of Sunspring (et Frederick, D&D oneshot): Another one-shot character I built in tandem with another player, in this case my brother! We decided it would be fun to play in-game siblings and wrote up Ethel and Frederick of Sunspring, both warlock multiclasses who belong to the Nightwatchers, a local cult following a Lady Umbra, a historic nighttime vigilante (Robin Hood style) who was powerful and beloved enough to ascend to demigod-hood. They were two orphans who grew up together and Frederick mainly pursued the Arcane (divine sorcerer, fey-touched) while Ethel, the more grounded of the two, pursued martial excellence (samurai fighter, devil-sight).

The DM pulled a fun trick on us for this one-shot; we knew the party knew each other in advance, but we showed up and he said "okay, you've all known each other for decades at this point, you're all elderly and live in a retirement community together" which is so much fun, it instantly made Ethel (and everyone else) into cool ass grandparent adventurers taking on One Last Job. So you get this old-lady rōnin type character with otherwordly red eyes and impeccable aim. And she and her brother are still constantly messing with each other and conspiring amongst themselves. We need more grandmas who kill people in media.

-Posey Lanier, "the Jester" (D&D oneshot): Posey is the nomenclative punchline in a rule-of-threes joke involving a trio of pink tieflings (Mowzie, Rosie, Posey, the worst cousins in the world who you should never trust with anything, most especially your money. Rosie is the one who's married to Maud!). He calls himself "The Jester" and wears a blue and white porcelain Venetian mask with a jester's outfit to match. He's a rake rogue (a "swashbuckler" if you're nasty) with an especial talent for mockery; if you need a guy eviscerated in public but without any bloodshed, the Jester is your guy. He's genuinely mean, but at least he's genuine! Except also not genuine at all, since he's a sneak using Batesian mimicry to convince you he's some kind of bard.

Whatever the dynamic was with the one-shot's fairy mead crew was borderline polycule. I'm convinced they all sleep in one heap in the middle of the floor. He's especially sweet on one of the crew's druids (Rivari, I think, but it could have been Yinner. I really should start putting down player names when I make these lists) and has been roped into collecting a great many botanical field samples at personal expense that way. Posey occupies the Faceless archetype, and so goes between the Jester alter ego (loud, exuberant and deliberate) and Posey-as-himself, who is lank, reserved, and generally kind of a bummer. These days, he's the Jester most of the time. It's all fun and games with Posey until the jingling of bells ominously stops.

-Ken'renaq (Pathfinder 2e campaign): I said I wasn't gonna talk about my Pathfinder characters but that was over a year ago and I would like to tell you about her. She's from my brother's campaign & he has a really fun set of player races (essentially re-categorizing all the humanoids into elvish or goblinish) including a handful of beastfolk, one of which is bearfolk, the Takiaq. Ken'renaq is a champion (Pathfinder Paladin) who is surprisingly sneaky for a fully grown brown bear wearing armor. She follows the Liberator cause which means she respects the hell out of people for making their own decisions and demands freedom at all costs (weirdly enough, this campaign is also about regicide. Even here, Sycorax haunts the narrative). She's friends with Solid Snake from the metal gear solid franchise. I don't remember a ton about her background because we haven't played in months and I can't check my character sheet outside of Foundry.

She's just Ken.

-Doctor Flichard "Flinch" Underfoot (D&D oneshot, sort of): a wonderfully eloquent friend of mine could only describe Flinch as a "little creep" and I couldn't agree more. This guy sucks so bad. I got to drop in for a session on the campaign my old group had been playing for the last year as a weirdly pathetic lackey to the Big Bad. As with many of my characters, he's just a string of keywords that I've smushed together into a person: he's a bard but his performance skill is university lecture on planar cosmologeology, a field in which he was a premiere researcher. He had a psychic Incident 400-something years ago in an attempt to "open his mind" that left his head permanently cracked open to the psychosphere and him vulnerable to predatory thought entities (and gave him some sick ass lightning scarring cause. duh) and made him into a psychic halfling vampire who doesn't need brain juice to survive per se but just kind of likes it. He has a strong Jersey accent and says shit like "in my salad days". He's been living in Hades for at least decades and his coworkers have been stiffing him out of some of his pay because he sucks and because he's the only one that's not a yugoloth. My siblings and I spent so long laughing at shitty halfling names when I was trying to make him. I wish him as well as he deserves wherever Banishment spit him out.

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Ribble (& Yona!)

Maud, Maud & Mira pride art

Sorrel (left)

Mira

Hermes

Sid

Nisa

24 (insanely sick commission by @bedrock-to-buildheight)

Sycorax

#memnon talks #time to tag the fuck out of this #ribbleposting #wibbleposting #maudposting #volansposting #sorrelposting #feverfewposting #miraposting #hermesposting #firbolgposting #chestnutposting #sidposting #nisaposting #nizoirseposting #24posting #sycoraxposting #ethelposting #posieposting #poseyposting #kenrenaqposting #kenposting #flinchposting #ribble 'turtledove' itheroy #maud wraithmore #sorrel #feverfew #volans #mirabile #hermés mercurie

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Kaveh's Drip Marketing

I have a lot to say about the connections between the Kaveh info that released today and Alhaitham (and what we know about their relationship with each other). I'm not looking at this in a romantic way necessarily, but just in how tightly knotted their characters are with one another.

First, Kaveh's title and description:

"Empyrean Reflection", or more simply, 'Heavenly Reflection'. This ties to his constellation, "Paeadisaea", which is the genus for the birds of paradise. 'Paradise' is a more general term for Heaven, but neither of these are particularly divine in nature in a deity sense. Personally, I think they might be denoting a reference to the Golden Ratio, AKA: Divine Proportion. It's a mathematic concept often used in artistry, which matches well with Kaveh's archectural design profession and his education from the Ksharewar Darshan, which is the Sumeru school of technology.

So that's what it means for Kaveh's own characterisation/lore imo, but it also links to Alhaitham. Firstly, Alhaitham's constellation is also a bird (Vultur Volans, or essentially 'vulture' even though his name means hawk), which is a nice match to Kaveh's birds of paradise. But more interestingly, this is what Alhaitham's Character Story 4 has to say about why he lets Kaveh live with him:

He views Kaveh as a "mirror". What is Kaveh's title again? "Empyrean Reflection".

And the mirroring is all over the place. Here's a section from Alhaitham's drip marketing from December:

He is

Largely unknown

Only puts in the minimum effort required to do his job

People don't pay attention to him

In contrast, here is a corresponding section that came out with Kaveh's drip today:

He is

Extremely well known

Incredibly hardworking

People pay attention to him even when he isn't asking for it, as a by-product of his career

Basically exact opposites; complete mirrors. Here's something else, first from the end of Alhaitham's description and then second from the end of Kaveh's:

Alhaitham's life is super comfortable, ideal in every way he desires. Meanwhile Kaveh is practically crippled by anxiety, made uncomfortable by his life circumstances. The wording itself is mirrored!

Ofc, Kaveh and Alhaitham provide one another's corresponding quotes in the drip marketing. Here is what Kaveh has to say about Alhaitham:

This is an amusing quote, basically a backhanded compliment of "oh he's very smart but he's too self-centred so his talents are made worthless since he never uses them to help others". Alhaitham's quote about Kaveh goes like this:

Alhaitham is a little more wordy so I'll simplify -

Talented people have a lot of outside pressure on them, which can be a burden

However, letting other people get you down is a character flaw, not an inherent part of being talented

Kaveh disagrees

Once again talking about an individual's talents and how worthwhile they are in the context of a society. Where Kaveh complains that Alhaitham can never accomplish anything worthwhile with his skills because he doesn't take other people into account, Alhaitham argues that Kaveh gets nothing done as a consequence of listening too much to other people's expectations. It's not surprising, then, that Kaveh is bankrupt but successful and Alhaitham is comfortable but unknown.

It's like - can these two stop talking about each other for five minutes? Anyway, this post turned out to be more of a collection of Kavetham quotes, but I think it's hard not to draw comparisons. I'm looking forward to seeing Kaveh's actual voicelines if there's this much material just from one marketing post lol

#alhaitham #kaveh #genshin impact #al haitham #kavetham #haikaveh #drip marketing #theory? #analysis #i love these two #idk if Kaveh's title being reflection is supposed to relate to Alhaitham's whole mirror thinh #which BTW Alhaitham's whole kit is about maintaining as many mirrors as possible #like what babe you need your bf? #anyway #this much cannot be a coincidence #and while it's certainly not inherently romantic #there is something to be said for the intimacy of being your roommate's perfect reflection

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Kavetham constellation brainrot

we, collectively, don't talk about Kaveh and Alhaitham's constellations enough.

Looking at Alhaitham's first, Vultur Volans was the roman term for the constellation Aquila (the eagle). But why are we referencing its symbolism as a vulture instead of an eagle? That feels deliberate even though everyone assumes Alhaitham's meant to be an eagle. I contend that it's meant to be three things, an eagle, a vulture, and a falcon (just like the interpretations of the real constellation.) The eagle is obviously the well-trodden path of the divine symbol of Zeus/Jupiter. But what we kind of ignore is that the eagle was said to hold onto Zeus's lightning bolts, y'know his method of smiting people. Vultures and falcons have similarly death-related divinity. In an ancient desert environment, vultures are very useful as scavengers for getting rid of bodies to prevent the spread of disease and the general unpleasantness of rotting flesh. Falcons are very clearly associated with Egyptian gods, but particularly Horus, who was famously born/created from the dismembered body parts of his father. Interesting.

Now let's look at Kaveh. Paradisaeidae refers to birds of paradise, which are a real kind of bird, but the name is based on a kind of bird from Persian myth called the Huma bird. These things are wild. They're supposedly always flying and never lands on the ground. Some myths depict them like phoenixes, burning up every few hundred years to be reborn from the ashes. It's supposed to bring good fortune to people it flies over or who touch it. In some traditions it cannot be caught alive and whoever kills it will die within 40 days. It overall symbolizes unreachable highness and divinity. Obviously, it's a fake bird, but it's theorized that it's based on bearded vultures (meaning if we interpret it as a real bird that's gained divine properties, it would've probably done so via literally starving itself out of an unwillingness to bring or benefit from harming another creature).

They're the same kind of bird, fundamentally, but associated with opposing kinds of divinity. One brings destruction and the other brings fortune. One is self-sustaining, comfortable as the right hand of the true divine, but it is outcast due to its nature to survive using tragedy that befalls other creatures. The other cannot ever come down to be a normal bird, it sacrifices itself on an altar of being able to continue to bring joy to people it will never be close to. Change, decay, and cold rationality vs burning compassion and altruism and perfection. The burning bird can never be a meal for the vulture, as its death means only ash, and it is thus the only kind of misfortune of another creature the vulture can truly understand and care about. The Huma can never understand why the eagle is content as a messenger for the gods, why the vulture feels no guilt for the death it scavenges, why the falcon is content with a normal life when it was born with the potential for unimaginable greatness. The eagle, vulture, and falcon cannot understand the Huma's lack of pride or its willingness to damage itself for the sake of humans who would catch and kill it in their ignorance.

Also relevant is the fact that Deshret is clearly meant to be an analog of Horus or Ra. Both are associated with falcons and the sun, and their eyes are both significant in mythology (Deshret is symbolized by an eye in a sun in the lore). Nabu Malikata also has a massive pattern of sacrifice and she famously made a daughter-bird that was destined to die in the cataclysm.

There's a lot to unpack here but by god someone's gotta do it. The reincarnation, entangled souls, two sides of a coin vibes are SO STRONG with them. They're soulmates and the constellations only reinforce this when you pull back the hood on them. AAAAAA

#genshin #genshin impact #kaveh #alhaitham #kavetham #haikaveh #king deshret #goddess of flowers #nabu malikata #personally my favorite alhaitham bird interpretation is the vulture #there's something so poetic about it #the vulture really captures his cynicism and relationship with wider society #and it contrasts with the whole phoenix thing kaveh's got going on #love my birdies fr

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Centuries Apart || Aemond Targaryen x got!Reader part 1

Requested by: @caspianobsessed

CHAPTER LIST

A/N: so I’m obsessed with this idea and would really love to turn this into a series so let me know if you’d be interested xx

Summary: Y/N is from the game of thrones era, the younger sister of Daenerys, but after the fall of her house and the throne being taken away once again, she has no choice but to go back in time to where it all went wrong, trying to change the fate of House Targaryen. But will anyone from that era even believe her? What price will she have to pay?

Warnings: angst, idk if this would be considered incest tbh lol, game of thrones spoilers

This was not how the story was supposed to end. No, the iron throne was meant to be hers, it belonged to her, Daenerys Stormborn of the House Targaryen, the house which had built this very kingdom, now burned to ashes and the rightful heir, slain by her own kin.

But it was not all of House Targaryen that had perished. There was one last dragon left, Y/N Targaryen, The Silver princess , the youngest daughter of the Mad King. The realm thought the princess had died, perhaps not long after her own sister yet she was destined to live, her limp body pulled from under the crumbled walls of the keep and brought to Volantis. Kinvara was her name, the name of Y/N’s savior, the very same red priestess who had once advised Daenerys.

“How did you get there? Why did you save me?” Y/N groaned from pain as she tried to get up.

“The Lord of Light saved you, you were meant to live” she simply replied without even turning to look at the girl.

“They betrayed her. He betrayed her. He is not a true Targaryen, Jon Snow will always be a cowardice bastard” the princess hissed, thoughts of the traitorous actions of her nephew, filling her with burning rage. “We won their battle, my sister sacrificed her dragons, her only children and now the legacy that our ancestors built once again has fallen in the hands of usurpers” tears rolled down her cheeks.

“Pulling at weeds won’t cure what was caused by a seed planted centuries ago” Kinvara recited, staring at the burning flames, as if caught in a trance.

“What are you talking about?” Y/N’s face twisted in confusion.

“You can’t change the future when it was set in stone in the past” the red priestess continued, finally turning around as she slowly walked towards the wounded princess. “There is only one way to ward off the doom of House Targaryen and that is to go back to the era, responsible for the present.

“You mean Robert’s Rebellion?” the girl inquired, still not making sense of Kinvara’s words.

“No, my dear. The damage was done many decades before” the red woman gently took her hand “I can help you go back in time, though you must know every minor action in the past is bound to change the future”

“I don’t think I understand. What am I supposed to do?” Y/N looked up, her violet gaze widened with bewilderment.

“The Lord Of Light saved you for a reason child, he will guide you there” she said, handing her a small mirror, its glass black as night “But will you ever return, I can’t answer that”

“If I’m not to return, how will I know if I’ve changed the fate?”

“You will” the red priestess reverted her gaze back to the burning flames. “But do make your own decision, there is no going back”

A great sacrifice this was for the young princess, throwing her life away, leaving behind all she’d known. But what really did she have left? Everything she ever loved, now gone, the lands of her ancestors, usurped by traitors, the magnificent dragons, sigil of her house, long perished. There was nothing keeping her here.

“I’ll do it, for my house, for House Targaryen”

-

The following moments were a foggy blur for Y/N, she had no recollection of the events after she had spoken her consent. Was it all a fever dream, caused by the milk of the poppy? She cautiously got up, all the pain from her wounds now gone, then she knew. It wasn’t a dream. She was no longer in Volantis.

Everything looked so familiar yet so different, the girl wandered through the busy streets, trying to figure out where she was. Clutching at the hood of her black cloak, Y/N then saw it, the red keep. The very same magnificent castle that just days ago had been burned down to ashes, now standing tall as the banners, blowing in the wind, displaying the dragon sigil, the sigil of House Targaryen, her house. The princess’s eyes welled up as she indulged in the scenery before her, a scenery she had started to believe her eyes would never see.

Distracted by her thoughts Y/N hadn’t noticed the civilians trying to pass by her, until an angry merchant pushed her so hard that she fell right into someone’s arms.

“Forgive me, I wasn’t-“ the girl started apologizing to the person she was thrown into but as soon as her eyes met his, all words suddenly left her.

The man had only one eye, the other covered by an eyepatch, yet as soon as that familiar violet gaze of his met her own, she knew, a Targaryen, just like her.

The man before her was left just as speechless, gently picking up a silver lock of Y/N’s hair as her hood had fallen from the push. But before the girl could comprehend the situation, her back was met with the cold stonewall of a nearby building as the man’s hands were now firmly holding at her neck.

“Who are you?” he hissed, squeezing harder as his eye widened, directly staring at hers.

“My prince, don’t forget why we came here” a dark haired man pulled at her captor’s shoulder “Let's not bring unnecessary attention to ourselves”

“Take her to the castle and make sure no one sees you” the one eyed man commanded with no emotion harshly releasing the breathless girl, leaving her gasping for air. “I’ll seek to my brother’s whereabouts”

His companion tried to object but to no avail, so he sighed, pulling Y/N’s hood over her head of silver locks and grabbed at her arm.

“Who are you, where are you taking me? Let go!” The princess finally spoke but her screams were muffled by his gloved hand so she had no choice but to oblige and follow the older man.

He led her through the crowds of people without a single word of explanation leaving his lips. As they reached the castle, he dragged the helpless girl to a tucked away passage by the cliffs surrounding the Red Keep, leading her through a seemingly endless spiral staircase then pushing her into a small chamber at the very top of the tower.

“You’re to stay here until prince Aemond returns” the man finally spoke “Don’t think of trying to escape”

“Prince Aemond” Y/N’s eyes widened, of course, that explained the eyepatch. Her brother Viserys used to tell her and Dany stories about the tragedy of The Dance of Dragons, she vividly remembered the tale of the one eyed prince, the rider of Vhagar, the kinslayer. This same man who just moments ago had almost strangled her to death, she slid her fingers over the red markings on her neck. What had she gotten herself into

The sun was beginning to set as Y/N’s exhaustion prevailed and she drifted into a light slumber on the dusty daybed only for a fumble of keys to wake her up. And there he was again, Aemond One Eye Targaryen, standing before her, a living proof that none of the prior events were a mere dream.

“Now speak woman, who are you?” The prince said with the same emotionless voice from earlier.

Y/N stood up in front of him, getting a better view of his face. Now that he wasn’t wearing his hood she could finally see the so distinctive silver Targaryen locks falling over his shoulders and across his chest. The princess had never seen any other Targaryen beside her late siblings and it was almost as if she was looking at them through his so familiar violet gaze.

“I’m Y/N. Y/N of House Targaryen” the girl replied, new found confidence in her words.

The man let out a hoarse laugh as he pushed her against the wall.

“This does not true Targaryen make” he taunted, picking up a lock of her silver hair “Now tell me, who are you really? Perhaps one of my uncle’s bastards, a daughter of a whore of his?”

Y/N’s eyes widened at his crude words, unable to contain her rage at the insult of her heritage, she slapped the prince with full force across his smug face. Aemond let out an angry growl but as he turned back his head, the girl had managed to escape his grip and was already running down the stairwell.

The poor girl was in a complete state of frenzy as she was rushing through the long corridors of the keep, not taking a moment to catch her breath. How could she fail her task so quickly, how could she let her guard down, maybe she should’ve never accepted the red priestess’ offer.

Suddenly she bumped into a cold piece of metal, the bewildered face of a guard staring down at her, the girl tried to fight back and get away but to no avail as she was being escorted to the throne room.

“Your grace, this woman was running through the hallways. I don’t know how she got here” the guard said, pushing the princess to her knees in front of the iron throne.

Y/N cursed under her breath as she lifted her head. The iron throne, the very throne her beloved sister had so deeply longed for, the very throne that was to be taken from them, the very throne that was to be burned into ashes.

A boy, not too much older than her was sitting before her, the same silver hair, the same violet eyes, she knew this had to be king Aegon II, the king who had usurped the rightful heir, princess Rhaenyra. There were two other people standing beside him who Y/N assumed to be no other than his mother, queen Alicent Hightower and his grandfather, Otto Hightower. They were all staring speechless at the princess as if she were a rare dangerous creature.

“Do not fret mother, undoubtedly one of Daemon’s bastards” Aemond spat in disgust as he had just entered the throne room.

“I’m not a bastard!” the girl yelled, finally standing up. She tried to hit the prince once again but this time he caught her hand so she spat in his good eye.

“You little-” Aemond cursed in disgust but was cut off by Otto.

“Silence” the older man stood up “You, who are you, who sent you?”

“I’m no bastard” the girl spoke throwing a glance of disgust at Aemond “I am Y/N of House Targaryen, the Silver Princess, daughter of The Mad King, Aerys Targaryen”

“What blasphemous nonsense are you speaking?” Alicent’s voice trembled with hints of dread “Is this one of Rhaenyra’s tricks?”

“I know this sounds insane, but you have to believe me” Y/N pleaded in desperation “I was sent back here from centuries ahead to change the fate of House Targaryen”

“She’s completely mad” Aegon laughed “Take her to the dungeons”

“No! Wait, please! You have to help me” Y/N screamed as she was being dragged out by the guard. She was pulling and kicking at him but he was much stronger than her and kept walking until something fell to the ground, making a rattling sound. Her little mirror from Kinvara.

A bright beam of light stemmed out of the black glass, morphing into vivid images of the past and of the future right until the very moments of Y/N’s life.

The hall had gone completely silent, everyone staring in disbelief, it felt like time had stopped.

“So you were telling the truth?” Otto finally broke the silence, his face pale as a ghost.

“Yes, I told you” the princess replied with a new stroke of confidence, finally releasing herself from the guard’s grasp “I can help you win the war. I know the future”

“Why should we trust her?” Alicent intervened before her father was able to respond “She’s a witch, what if this is all a ploy?”

“Enough Alicent” Otto cut off his daughter, a devious smirk playing on his lips as he approached the girl “She can prove us a valuable weapon”

“And how can we ensure her loyalty?” Aemond shook his head.

“Perhaps becoming your wife and bearing your heirs will keep her faithful” Otto grinned, caressing Y/N’s silver locks.

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[elenasalvatore666]

unpopular opinion about HP canon.

I know that my opinion is unpopular but I really hate hinny ship. And I hate Ginny from books. She is rude ( Fleur, Ron, Luna ( Ginny was the firs who called her Loony)). She used other boys when she still has feelings for Harry. And when these boys aren’t necessary to Ginny as she has a chance with Potter she threw boys away. Her jokes aren’t funny. And I don’t believe in her deep feelings to Harry. They met only few weeks ( only one chapter in six book). She didn’t try to find way to go for hunting and to be with Harry in his dangerous adventure (what will do every girl who is in love). She told that Harry will be not happy if he doesn’t fight with Volan-de-Mort. That’s why she likes him. And I think she doesn’t understand Harry because he doesn’t want to fight but he must do it. And I hate her for the phrase - I like for this desire to take part in the war and be hero. I am sure that people love other people without any reasons and conditions, just because these people are ( girl should love Harry just because he is Harry). And she even didn’t worry that Harry could die during their hunting, but she was upset with the fact Harry had broken with her. She thought only about herself. So in my opinion, Ginny is little spoiled rude girl who wants boy from her dreams.

As for pairings…

Frankly speaking, I think that in the books there are not any good love story lines. I see really good potential love stories Harry/Hermione and Ginny/Neville. Harry and Hermione have the long story. Their relations are based on loyalty, respect, friendship and love. Sometimes it looks like they could speak with each other without any words. In the canon they were together for long period time. The Weasleys were far away, Ron had gone off and abandoned them. So they were alone in the whole world and can rely only on each other. The motto of their relations is you and I against the whole world. And really like dance scene in the film as it was definitely strong emotional moment- Let s be happy today cause tomorrow maybe not come. Their characters are good compatible - impulsive Harry and logical Hermione. They already had deep feelings between them. They just needed little romantic chemistry that would appear if Rowling did not insisted on the idea of big Weasley family. The same I can say about Neville and Ginny they are like Harry and Hermione (but opposite) where Ginny is fem Harry and Neville is male Hermione. And they can have their own story during the last year of Hog. Neville became a brave leader and he can become Ginny s own hero, and their story will not be founded on childish desire and dream. But as for Harry and Ginny they did not have anything common except quidditch. They do not have strong foundation for future relations and it was obvious that they even did not talk to each other a lot during books 1-5. and here Rowling started to make nonsense . She decided that all should marry with Weasley (I find this idea annoying. I suggest that Weasleys are good persons but they are not perfect and they have problems. Opposite, when I was reading Books i was tired from this family as they WERE EVERYWHERE as cockroaches). And because there was not anything between Harry and Ginny (well Ginny had obsession of Harry) Rowling started to create perfect Ginny that would suits Harry. And she failed with it it and spoiled Ginny as protagonist. It would be much better if she was simple girl who was in the shadow of her brothers but before the battle she showed her strengh and confronted her mother - No! I have grown up and i will stay and fight. And she would go with Neville to blow up the bridge. Insted of it in the books she is just rude spoiled girl who bullies her brother, Fleur. She can cursed everyone just because he or she have bothered her. Her jokes are not funny. She used boys and when she had chance with Harry she threw Dean away as a rubbish without any thought. And their relations with Harry continued only few weeks so there cannot be any deep feelings (JUST A CHEST MONSTER). That is why I think that canon ships are unrealistic and they are the worst thing that was with Harry Potter world. So… I prefer Harry and Hermione

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[squid-with-five-eyes]

I, Carrion (Icarian)... IN LATIN!!!!

translated one of my favorite songs off unreal unearth into latin for a project, the full translation is under the cut! credit to @buzzkillgirls for suggesting the song. my emphasis here was on making the translated lyrics fit the original meter more or less (which it does if you pronounce w elision) over exact one to one translation. ive got some notes at the end talking abt some of the choices i made! please feel free to ask me anything abt this and maybe suggest changes to the mistakes i inevitably made!

Si vertit ventus et ventum accedo

Tellus iter inveniat bruteum mihi

Gravitas mea est factus humiliter

Permeavi finem volatus

Pneuma una a caelo

Perveneram altam perrariorem

Pondus omnum onus oblatus nobis mundo est

Etsi adolesco, qui possum cado

Cum ego tollor verbis omnis tui

Si aliquis possum cadere umquam

Mundus mecum cadit

Causas me fluitare quam penna in mare

Cum sis gravis quam mundus

Quem tu manibus substas

Meditavi quodam die de fundamento

Video diu, amor o, caelum totum tenebas

Relinque, eo soli

Si necesse est, cara, innite mihi

Fluitabimus, sin cademus

Oro sole, non cade mecum

Habeo non pinnas, non habebo

Volans insuper mundum quem portas

Si alta cassum causant

Tum sim tui

Occidendus Icarus

Si vertit ventus et ventum accedo

Tellus iter inveniat bruteum mihi

Si cado illo die

Oro sole, non cade mecum

notes:

“Si vertit ventus et ventum accedo” bit of chiasmus here

“Tellus iter inveniate bruteum mihi” hyperbaton; no specific poetic reasoning other than i liked the flow of the line this way

“Gravitas mea est factus humiliter” "my weight has been made low" the specific word choice here ties into the song's theme of his love allowing him to let go of societal pressures, as gravitas means both weight and grandeur/importance, while humiliter is low, small, humble, obscure

“Meditavi quodam die de fundamento/Video diu, amor o, caelum totum tenebas” glosses as “one day i pondered about the foundation/i see, love, you were holding the entire sky for a long time” i really wanted to find an equivalent to “you all the way down” in roman cosmology i could use but nothing was super snappy

“Relinque, eo soli” instead of sky-bound, im saying “i go to the sun” as a more direct reference to icarus

“Habeo non pinnas, non habebo” so so proud of the parallel chiasmus structure here! when i wrote this i was mentally high fiving myself

“Si alta cassum causant” cassum is glossed as fall, but also plight, fate, calamity, disaster

“Occidendus Icarus” THERE IS NO WAY TO TRANSLATE THIS LYRIC SATISFACTORILY OH MY GOD YOU DONT UNDERSTAND HOW IMPOSSIBLE IT IS TO GET EVEN CLOSE TO THE ORIGINAL ENGLISH LYRIC'S WORDPLAY AND IMPACT AND MEANING. COMPLETELY IMPOSSIBLE. ultimately decided to go in the direction of using the unique features of Latin to create a new artistic choice instead of trying to translate the untranslatable. used a gerundive to express a sense of helplessness and fate; “Icarus who must be brought down/killed”

#hozier #unreal unearth #i carrion (icarian) #latin #latin language #latin langblr #classics #classical languages #classics student #classics major

[ownedbythescribe]

Sumeru | Lost In You (Part 1)

ıllı Synopsis: Lost in your eyes, in your voice, and in your touch. Even with a simple turn, these men are captivated. For them, there is only you.

ıllı Genre: Fluff, Romance

ıllı Notes: Gender Neutral Reader

ıllı Part 2: Sumeru | Lost In You (Part 2)

ıllı A/N: A re-edit of Lost In You (Sumeru Edition)! I had to separate the two because of some uploading error.

🍁 ALHAITHAM — VULTUR VOLANS

Writing papers could take days to finish, and sometimes, people would spend doing them without an ounce of sleep. Others found this righteously wrong, while some wished to accomplish it immediately to gain free time. The Akademiya worked their students to the bone, but with the recent changes, things had slowed down a little bit.

“Input the findings on elemental sights, and we’re done.” You muttered, placing your quill back in its place. A tired sigh escaped your lips, eyes beginning to close from the exhaustion catching up with your body.

A knock on the door jolted you awake. With a weak ‘Come in’, the infamous Scribe let himself in. He was not one to interrupt people with their work, but you had been holed up in your room for hours now. The smell of breakfast signaled you that it was already morning.

“You’re finally done?” He asked. You nodded the wobbled over to him. He noticed your tired self and carried you to the couch. When times like this, he knew that you rather energized yourself in his lap while he read than take the bed. It was strange at first, but he got used to it.

Without question, he sat you in his lap and read his book. His left hand rested on your hip as you doze off, shutting down after squeezing your brain of ideas. Soon, solace found your mind which made Alhaitham smile. He continued his morning with you in his arms.

“Alhaitham! How dare you report to Lesser Lord that—“ The door was slammed open which made you whimper at the sound, eyes remaining closed. Alhaitham silenced Kaveh by throwing a barrage of pillows and using his vision to chase him out. Nobody was allowed to interrupt his time with you, not even his annoying roommate.

“Sleep well, Flower.”

🍁 KAVEH — PARADISAEA

“That’s why I told you not to touch it! I can’t believe we barely made it out of that.” You huffed, looking back at the temple that had already closed. Whirring sounds could be heard inside, and you feared that this was another case similar to that of the Court of Desolation.

“Sorry! I thought nothing would come out of that. By the way, did you get pictures of the walls and columns? I only got a few.” Kaveh inquired. You took out the device and nodded. The intricate designs lent to each portion of the temple amazed you, not to mention the technology the desert hid. It was simply what made your blood excited.

Kaveh could see the excited look on your face and lightly chuckled. It was adorable. Discoveries like these often make you irrational, but the pure joy in your eyes was something that drew him in. He loved how you babble about the desert’s technology, culture, and even history. People in the Akademiya might deem you a weirdo, but isn’t that institution full of them? Take Alhaitham for example. He admitted that the man was smart, but he had yet to recognize true humility. Not to mention, his radical ways made people question his sanity.

‘Ugh… Why am I thinking of that idiot?’ The blonde huffed. With a shake of his head, he asked that you two find an oasis to rest. You nodded.

It took about an hour to find the nearest one in the area. Luckily, there were no Eremites to handle and only a few monsters were in sight. After settling down and eating dinner, you took out the pictures as well as your thesis paper. He could see your excitement as you drafted your findings, and he was pulled in.

‘I must have used my whole year's luck just to have you be with me.’ He joked to himself. You turned to him, talking about the energy amplifier you found inside but stopped when he stared at you so intently. Tender crimson eyes illuminated by the soft glow of the moon.

“Why must my boyfriend look this ethereal?” You pouted. Kaveh’s eyes widened before he laughed out loud. You huffed then pulled him down for a kiss.

“I love you.” You whispered, adornment donning your face.

🍁 TIGHNARI — VULPES ZERDA

The crisp scent of morning air in the Avidya Forest was nothing new to the residents of Gandharva Ville. However, they embraced the tranquility it brought. A new day meant another chance to continue the tasks that were unfinished the day before, while for some, it was their awaited day off. This was the case for you and Tighnari.

With how busy the forest rangers had been last month, you basically forced Tighnari to rearrange his schedule and take one day off after checking that this week’s patrols were going to be light. It was not easy trying to coax the Forest Watcher, but he gave in after a few puppy eyes from you and Collei. He could not let sadness and disappointment ever coat your bright eyes. He promised that when he courted you after all.

The smell of freshly cooked mushroom hodgepodge and pita pockets wafted through the air. Tighnari opened his eyes and saw you plating the breakfast. His eyes twinkled in amusement at how adorable you looked, humming a soft tune that would surely bring him back to dreamland should you sing it and run your hand through his hair.

With a yawn, Tighnari rose from his sleep and trotted towards you. The warm hug startled you, but you lightly laughed at how clingy your boyfriend had been. He was holding on to you that you ended up dragging him around your shared home while you finish setting the table. Once you were done, you gently placed him in his chair and went to yours to eat.

“I added new mushrooms in the fray after your recent research. I can’t believe it went well with this dish! It’s so good! Ah! This sauce too!” You grinned. Tighnari could not help but stare. You looked so divine, enjoying your food to your heart’s content.

‘Ah, I love her so much.’ He thought to himself. He may not express his affection in normal ways couples would do, but he knew that he had his own ways to tell you that he cared. In his eyes, there was only you.

“Here, try this one, Love.” You reached out for a piece of the meal you made for him. Tighnari wasted no effort and bit on it.

“It’s delicious. You should make this more often.” He stated, making you smile even more. Times like these were rare, and you will treasure them.

Please do not copy or repost my stories, but notes and reblogs are always appreciated!

#genshin impact #alhaitham #kaveh #tighnari #cyno #wanderer #sumeru #genshin x reader

[that-fanperson-meg]

Who is TK? I wanna know the lore so far if thats ok? sorry

Don’t be sorry, I love talking about my little guy :]

the lore is extremely long so be warned lol:

TLDR: Sad Moth Boy is traumatized, gains the powers of god, gets adopted by the most powerful warrior in the galaxy and the king of a planet, and becomes an older brother to a lot of other Kirby OCs

TK’s (or Twilight Knight if you wanna be formal) original name was Lycia Racheia however from an early age they knew that his name wasn’t right for them and so he started going by Lycio and had dreams of becoming a Star Warrior like their idol Galacta Knight. However Lycio’s mother, Estelle, grew resentful of her ‘daughter’s’ dreams which led to her being both physically and emotionally abusive to Lycio.

Though fortunately out of the blue one day, Lycio’s father, Raymond, came back home for the first time in 15 years and Lycio decided that this was the perfect time to tell his father that they wanted to be called Lycio and wanted to be a knight, and surprisingly he was cool with this and ended up calling up his buddy who just so happened to be cool with teaching Lycio how to wield a sword and stuff and then Raymond left.

Time passed and Lycio’s mentor, Nicova Volans, basically became a better father than Raymond ever was, but oh no, Nightmare had awoken and was starting the war against the GSA back up again and so there was a huge demand for Star Warriors.

Lycio really wants to join and Nicova’s on board with this, but Estelle isn’t and when Lycio tries to tell her that they’re gonna be leaving to fight in the war she flips out and attacks him and gives them a scar. So Lycio gets the hell out of there but not before stealing what is essentially a magical makeup brush that can make illusions. They proceed to run to Nicova’s house where they use the makeup brush and makes him look more like how they want to look like (this is when he gets the purple and yellow eye lol) and before leaving for the Star Warriors Nicova gives Lycio a mask, sword, cape, and gloves as a parting gift.

A lot of things happen when Lycio joins the Star Warriors, but mainly; he’s finally given the name TK, they meet his best friend and roommate Dusk Knight (@/aesthetically-meme) and most importantly they meet Meta Knight who TK thinks is super cool and someone he can look up to.

However one day during a battle, Dusk shields TK from an attack from Dark Matter and gets pretty injured. Feeling overwhelmed with guilt and not knowing how Dusk’ll react, TK switches to another Star Ship along with a couple more Star Warriors (most notably Meta Knight)

Everything’s actually going ok for awhile, but then suddenly Nightmare attacks the Galactic Council (basically the space government) and all nearby Star Ships are sent to go help, though unfortunately, TK’s dad is on the Galactic Council and is apart of the list of victims.

So now they have that trauma to work through!

After that tragedy, the GSA decides to kick it into overdrive and now everyone’s looking for the star powers so they can wish on a Nova Star to know the location of the Star Rod so they can finally defeat Nightmare.

The Star Powers are gathered and the Star Warriors learn that the Star Rod is on a small planet called Planet Popstar which Meta Knight just so happens to be childhood friends with the king of Popstar.

Once again everything is actually going ok, but when TK and the rest of the battalion of Star Warriors he’s with arrive in Dreamland they’re visited in his dreams by none other than the grim reapers (Morpho Knight & Papillon/Papi from the light novel lol) where they’re told that the Star Warriors aren’t gonna live the next battle unless TK gives up his afterlife and is condemned to one of silence without any chance for reincarnation.

TK agrees without a second thought.

The next day, the Star Warriors arrive at the fountain of dreams and just as they remove the Star Rod from the fountain, Nightmare appears.

Everyone starts freaking out but they gotta fight, when suddenly, TK hears two voices in their head; Morpho and Papillon. They both give him a part of their power and TK essentially becomes a puppet for them and use TK to defeat Nightmare (this has the unintentional effect of turning TK from mostly heart matter to almost completely Soul Matter btw-)

So Nightmare’s finally dead thanks to TK, Meta Knight, and the rest of the GSA!

It doesn’t get better though.

Because right after this the GSA decides that Void-Astrals aren’t cool anymore and are actually dangerous and must be turned into the GSA before they can be possessed by the lingering NME monsters and forced to hurt people.

However Meta Knight’s having none of this and starts bringing all Void-Astrals in his forces back to their home planets, all except for TK who literally can’t go back to his home A) because of Estelle and B) they’re afraid that Nicova will hate him for what happened to their father.

So he comes to Planet Popstar!

Over time, TK becomes friends with the Meta-Knights and joins them!

TK also becomes close friends with Sailor Dee who pretty much asks Meta Knight if he’s gonna adopt TK because she sees him as an older sibling.

Meta Knight considers this and is on the fence about it, though after spending more time with them he decides that TK does need a parental figure and asks them if he wants to be adopted.

TK agrees. A lot more things happen but mainly; TK now has 10 siblings (Selene @/moon-mage, Fylass @/george228732, Dolly @/ilikesillythingswooo, Pleiades @/loaflovesdoodling, Dusk & Skipper Knight @/aesthetically-meme, Kirby, Sailor Dee, Bandana Waddle Dee, and Iris @/seaslug-enjoyer who all have lore that I definitely recommend you go look at!!!!) and joins the most chaotic family tree ever-

This is it if you’re wondering lol:

I have a bunch more writing, art, and lore explanations for all of my other OCs that I couldn’t go over here but if you’re interested i ask that you go check those out on the tags, #Twilight Knight Oc,#Nicova Volans, and #Estelle Racheia :]

Thanks for listening to my ramblings if you made it through this!

#thanks for the ask! #twilight knight oc #kirby oc #kirby original character #Nicova Volans #Estelle Racheia

[ecologyalike]

My majestic friends

In summer 1998 the Finnish Forest Administration hired me to support an inventory determining the potential Natura 2000 areas under the EU Habitats Directive. I was excited about the opportunity and eager to explore the uninhabited forests of Eastern Finland! My task was to identify biodiversity rich sites and gather information that would contribute to a selection of areas for conservation.

I got a light blue Toyota car and maps to navigate the logging roads in Lieksa and Ilomantsi, two remote municipalities in the Eastern Finland. During the days I was alone, and, in the evenings, I met with my fellow workers in the lodging provided to us in camping sites and forester huts.

It was a summer filled with mosquitoes in wet gullies and intense sun in the apocalyptic sites of “final felling”.[1] I also met some bears, and while they must have seen me, I only saw their steaming excrement, coloured blue from the berries (Vaccinium myrtillus), or hastily plunged yellow chantarelle stems (Cantharellus cibarius).

When I close my eyes to look back to the memories of summer 1998, I can see two sites in front of my eyes.

First is a lush grove with northern wolf's-bane (Aconitum lycoctonum) and tall ostrich ferns (Matteuccia struthioptera) and translucent green leaf mosses. It was a tiny green paradise, and I can still hear the water flowing in the creek beneath my feet.

Second is a steep hill with intimate quality of majestic beauty, a few pine trees clearly over 200 years old mingled with younger birch, aspen and rowan. I remember ticking the box of cultural significance and shading the site in the inventory map as a “high conservation value”, frantically looking for something in the list of threated species. To my disappointment, despite the variety of shrubs, flowering plants, and interesting fungus of rotting tree trunks on forest floor, nothing was on my list.

I was a young botany student and my inventory list included mainly plants, but I also looked for signs of small mammals, such as droppings of Siberian flying squirrel (Pteromys volans) that would guarantee the further investigation of the area. Unfortunately, bear was not on my list of key inventory species, I would have loved to tick that box.

A few weeks after finishing the work I got a phone call from my supervisor; she was excited to tell me all the areas that had been accepted to the list. There were several from my list that had made it to the second stage!

The lush green grove was among them, situated in the middle of the otherwise less impressive commercial forest estate, but it was now among those, which could possibly be protected within Natura 2000 new conservation sites. I smiled, and then something darker surfaced from beneath of my belly. With a slightly shaky voice, I asked her: “What about the site shaded with a high conservation value, the beautiful southern slope with old pine trees?” 

I could hear her scuffling through her papers, trying to locate the site I was talking about. After a pause, she answered, with a slight hesitation in her voice: “No, that site is not here, unfortunately, it did not make it to the list for further investigation.” After this she again congratulated me on the good notes, and how we had done extremely well, with so many new sites proposed. There was a click, the call had ended.

Photo by Joel & Jasmin Førestbird on Unsplash  

Who holds the history when the one who has seen it is gone?

Now after 30 years when I close my eyes, I can still smell the pine resin, it is like encountering an old friend after a long time. In my imagination these same pine trees shaded children in the forest herding the cows, in the young independent country of Finland at the start of the century, or a soldier during the second world war stopped to admire the view opening from the southern slope during his advance. Perhaps, a few centuries earlier, the ancestors of these trees provided encouragement for the hunter searching for an elk to serve as dinner to her clan. And then, when I open my eyes, I remember that these pine trees, my majestic friends, are no more there.

These trees were “too old”, not a prime quality timber for construction, clearly over the official recommended final felling time. However, if they did not make to the Natura 2000 list, I don’t think there was anything to stopping their commercial use.

“The fibres of conifers, such as pine and spruce, are long and spaced apart. Because the long fibres give the pulp strength, softwood pulp is often used for products that require durability. Coniferous wood also increases the absorbency of the product, making it suitable for applications such as paper towels, baby nappies and other hygiene products.[2]”

Maybe these pines ended up as pulp and paper for packaging the goods we buy at the supermarket, or as nappies, or as toilet paper.

We humans categorise and classify, put some species in the list of threatened, vulnerable and endangered, making them scarce and more “valuable”, and some on the common list of trivial and prevailing, and thus exploitable. We make decisions to conserve or utilise based on the arbitrary boundaries of modernity on what is valuable and what is not. Is that the best we can make?

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References

1] Up to very recently Finnish forest management guidelines suggested clear-cutting/final felling of trees at the end of the “cultivation” period, which included ploughing the ground, which turn the forest floor into treacherous swales and heaps.

2] https://www.upmpulp.com/fi/uutiset-ja-materiaalit/blogit-ja-tarinat/stories/sellu-yllattaa-monipuolisuudellaan/

#value #conservation #degrowth #forestry

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The Silver Knight: Warrior, Princess, Wife

Daemon Targaryen/Original Fem [Targaryen] Character

Chapter 23: Visenya

MASTERLIST

Summary: Daemon speaks to some folk at Oldtown. Rhaenyra learns of Naera's health.

Word count: 2.9k

Warnings: nothing, really

“You’ve devoted your life to studying hers, yes?” The flight to Oldtown had not taken long, but the Hightower flags hung on every last wall of the Citadel made him wish to utter a quiet dracarys to his mount. From the doors of the old building, to the walls of the library which he could peek, to every last Maester stationed within, had something or the other of Green.

Calm.

For Naera, he reminded himself, confident that if he could learn about her life, it would surprise her, even delight her, perhaps. He had given up on her writings. Caraxes could ink his thoughts better.

“Well, I mean—” the three maesters at the Citadel Viserys had spoken about were less than intriguing. They were young, barely in training, with perhaps two links on their chains and half a lifetime of learning under their belts. The first was the most forthcoming, Orphes, or some other strange name he couldn’t care to recall. The blond boy had nary an accent, probably a commoner from the West or the Rivers, but he was half Daemon’s age, probably even younger than his wife, and a very nervous lad.

He had already sweated through his garments and was jittering and flapping in his seat as does a drugged raven. Daemon didn’t like him, his only thought being perhaps that the lad should return to whatever mole cavern he crawled out of. He probably shouldn’t speak that out loud.  

“Yes,” the second stated definitively, turning to check with his fellows, to remind them that yes, they were. He was a bastard, it was obvious in the way he struggled for recognition before Daemon, a Waters, probably, judging from the stiff-set shoulders and formal stature which were indicative of a childhood spent with septas and septons in the Crownlands. Daemon couldn’t help his expression of disgust upon the boy who reminded him far too much of brilliant and charismatic and intelligent Lord Highcock, and his whore of a daughter who had colonised every square inch of Oldtown, seemingly. Even his tea was served in green cups dotted with gold. Was this his bitch niece’s tea party? Ha. Alicent would probably stoop that low to acclimate her children to their faction, so it might as well be. Creyolin, Daemon thought the Waters boy’s name was, was still talking. He dismissed him.

The third was the most peculiar of them all—his skin had a tannish bronze tinge to it, and he did not speak, but only sat still and uninvolved, curling a deft finger along the fraying edges of the leather-bound book he had carried with him. He seemed at least half as qualified as a maester should be, for he was the only one with his chain, and Daemon had counted seven links on it thus far, making him an acolyte, at least, but judging by the dark maroons and mustards he wore, he had not taken any oaths yet. The acolyte shrugged at Waters’ words. An adult, at least.

“I primarily study her times in…in Qarth, Pentos, Volan—the Free Cities, your—my prince,” Orphes corrected, sweating and stuttering out whatever he could. By the old Gods.

“I concern myself with her time in the Dothraki’s Grass Sea, the Shadowlands, and…oh, and Yi Ti, whenever she shall decide to continue her journeys.” She shan’t, Daemon would have corrected a fortnight ago. Now, he wasn’t so sure he reserved the right.

“And you?” Daemon asked the acolyte, who pursed his lips with an air of what he could only describe as arrogance to him.

“Her childhood, and all her own works in Lys and Naath.” Creyolin responded for the acolyte, fearing that his long silences would anger the Rogue Prince. He wasn’t completely wrong. “You see, my prince, Princess Naera had changed after the Shadowlands, though I couldn’t fault her for it, and she focused more on the world, after that. Her…more ridiculous decisions had slackened.”

“Ridiculous decisions?” Daemon was amused, even if the three students didn’t see it that way. It was strange to him, to think of his wife, his niece, his Naera, cold, calculated and thoughtful, to make decisions on impulse.

“Forgive me—I did not mean it a—”

“No, go on,” he couldn’t help his laugh, “What has she done?”

“What has she not done?” Orphes had calmed down, glad to turn to matters of research and notation, “She fought in the pits of Mereen for weeks rather than looking for an escape, she smuggled ill slaves out of Yunkai—” Yunkai. That explains the threats. “She once sailed all the way to Lorath for an apple.” Sailed to Lorath for an apple?

“Oh, she once convinced the Dothraki into burning her at the stake for her crimes along with another ‘witch’ they had found, and helped her escape also.” Ah. The Dothraki feared witches. Naera’s silver hair would not have helped on that account, he supposed, but to convince them to burn her at the stake? Brilliant. Fire didn’t burn a dragon—genius. Daemon wondered, however, who had been the witch saved?

“Oh, you must never forget her deeds in Qarth!” Orphen waved insane gestures with his hands, and the group roared in laughter and awe. Even the acolyte managed a word of agreement, and Daemon recognised the accent as distinctly Dornish.

“Yes, that was perhaps the greatest political coup of our lifetimes!” Creyolin exclaimed, “Princess Naera had, you see, gained control of some grand wealth, though the details are hardly known yet, we await her journals here at the Citadel.” Daemon regretted not bringing them along. This group of young book humpers could probably make sense of her etched scrawlings which had started to resemble with greater, and greater replication, the patterns of dirt on the coasts of Dragonstone as Daemon recalled them. “She got into a tiff with the Third district ruler, and usurped his office. From the rumours and hearsay, we’ve patched together a rough account, but—”

“But we need her journals.” The Dornish man interrupted, “When can we have them?” His voice sounded deep and rugged, luxuried, and demanding.

Daemon didn’t know whether he should call it contempt. He only explained, “The Princess has sailed to Dragonstone. You must question her on that yourself.”

“Ah, the—no, Qarth was not her best, ‘Olin, it was the bloodriders!” The Bloodriders?

“Dothraquoy,” Creyolin nodded, “Princess Naera is a warrior to the last, my Prince,” he addressed, “Then, there is also Stygai, the Heart of the Shadow. Any person without some skill with the blade would never survive those parts of the world.” The Shadowlands. Daemon did not wish to think of those parts, and who would have surely accompanied his lady wife in navigating them.

“Her time in the Stepstones is not to be trifled with.” The Dornish acolyte noted. Stepstones. Daemon’s face grimed at the memory. Crabfeeder. The Sea Snake. His brother’s patronizing letter sending support. Viserys had never helped him when he had asked for it, only instead looking for ways to demolish his value and prestige by patronising his efforts. Viserys had made a joke out of him, but so had Naera. She had understood him, back then, even, that he’d abandon the battle sooner or later, but they still never spoke of the matter. King’s Landing’s courts, one in which a lord’s count of whores can’t stay secret for longer than a week had been ordered silent to protect her fucking reputation when she returned.

It was clear who Viserys cared for more. His sweet, his perfect, his brilliant and adventurous knight who wouldn’t ‘waste’ her life, but would instead fuck half the free cities’ prie—okay. Daemon clenched his eyes close. He’d need to watch that temper, if he was to ever regain her favour or affection, if he was ever to touch her again without it being against her will, if he was to ever make her a mother, as she was born to be.

“Well,” Creyolin nodded, “What would you like to know, Prince Daemon?” That is why he came, yes. Then, this trio of young boys had ambushed him with insane tales of increasing ridicule, and the good old Dornish fucker had distracted him with the Stepstones. No, he needed to turn back to her childhood. That, sadly enough, meant confronting his failures also.  

Burned at the stake? Wouldn’t look for an escape? Political coup in Qarth? Led the Dornish Victory over the Stepstones.

For all his crypticity, the Dornish man, who identified himself as Iridin Sand—two bastards studying the life of a disinherited princess; the irony did not escape him—had extensive records on his niece’s life, from the very day she arrived in Dorne to the day she escaped on Wisestone, in frightening, eerie detail.

He claimed that her journalling tendencies had rooted from the day Queen Aemma passed, which lined up with Daemon’s own accounts of his wife, his beautiful, intelligent, powerful wife with a god-awful hand, escaping to crypts and passageways to write, and write, and write. The girl had probably known her written word better than her speaking. After her fleeing, the journals had been entrusted to Iridin Sand, who himself staunchly refused to reveal his parentage to any who would ask—Daemon had suspicions, perhaps the father of Prince Qoren and Raiden, for that would make the most sense out of his story.

Raiden. Naera wrote incessantly about him—long, passionate verses she would never utter to the darkness today—long, passionate, loving phrases she wouldn’t speak to him, ever.

Dornish cunts, he had rolled his eyes before swiping past the entirety of those transcriptions, but then, he read, and he read some more, about her training, about her life at Sunspear, about her intended.

Daemon was nothing like Raiden, he knew immediately. He was not kind, he was not gentle, he was a dragon, he was fire made flesh, god made human, but the scrawling letters sent to Rhaenyra of which only records existed at the Citadel, made him question whether it be possible that Naera didn’t want a dragon.

He read accounts of rumours, of songs by court fools of loving gazes and teases, of a familiarity Naera had expressly refused to grant him, of passion and pleasure shared between her and her prince whom he couldn’t bring himself to disrespect or call names by account of his hollowing heart, and of the first half of her life, he had never spared a thought to.

King Viserys Targaryen, at the behest of his second wife, Queen Alicent Hightower, had sent the younger of his two daughters by his first wife, Queen Aemma, to Dorne, as a means to create a lasting peace between the Six Kingdoms and Dorne. Princess Naera, the girl in question, was nine name-days old at the time, and was betrothed to Prince Raiden, the heir to Sunspear.

King Viserys made it very clear that this betrothal was not a means of acclimating the Dornish into his territory, but instead just a way to calm the century-long tension between them.

Princess Naera had taken less than a year to warm to her Dornish Prince, whom she often described as having been “plucked from a little girl’s dreams” later in her life. Many across the Seven Kingdoms compared her to Visenya, in part for her prowess with battle and combat, having been trained by a Braavosi sword master at Sunspear. She was also well-read, trained in etiquette and described by her septas to be bright, curious and inquisitive.

The Realm was glad for the Princess’ resemblance of Visenya, over Rhaenys, for the wounds inflicted nearly a century prior had far from healed. Dorne had yet to recover completely from its ruins in the First Dornish War, but Prince Raiden Martell had been incredibly involved, along with his betrothed Princess, in the latter steps of rebuilding the Sands.

The match was, unlike most political marriages, one forged in the seven Heavens, for it was as though every god had blessed the union. Prince Raiden was calm, compared to the fire of the Targaryen Princess, and his genius that was spent in the planning of trade and infrastructure nearby the Water Gardens was best countered by the Princess’ own flair for execution, brilliance and spontaneity, but combined, they owned a pragmatic outlook on the growth of their land—and it was their land, as the Princess had all but forgotten her Crownlands’ heritage.

Unlike Princess Rhaenyra, daughter and heir of Viserys, who was often called the Realm’s Delight, and was by all means, Rhaenys returned, strictly Valyrian, and refused to adopt any other culture into her life, such as the sailing might of her husband, Lord Laenor Velaryon, the heir to Driftmark and son of the Sea Snake, Princess Naera revelled in Dorne with a talent for adaptation. Within two turns, perhaps less, she had taken to loose silks and a culture of oiled clay lamps and scorched sands and embroidered suits.

The Princess’ first major act in Dornish politics was when she advised the then ruling Prince to support the Triarchy against her uncle, Prince Daemon, and Corlys Velaryon, the Sea Snake, in the Battle for the Stepstones. She is on record as having stated in open court that “The Triarchy is to win, it is known, and Dorne shall win with them.” In response to word of this reaching the Capital, King Viserys was said to have been horrified and conflicted, agonizing over whether sending his daughter to Sunspear had been an incorrect decision. Queen Alicent and her father, the then Hand of the King, had assured him against that by stating that it was, by nature, Princess Naera’s fault to guilt over, as she had ‘betrayed’ her blood.

In response to this carnage of her reputation, the ruling Prince of Dorne had announced his intention of knighting the Princess for her skill after the war. This had only widened the rift between the families rather than narrowing it, as had been hoped. After the War for the Stepstones was over, the Triarchy lost, Princess Naera advised the Dornish to make their move on the Stepstones, leading four assaults herself, which eventually gained them significant control over the Narrow Sea and the Disputed Lands.

Following this, Princess Naera came to be known as the Silver Knight, acknowledged even by King Viserys once the situation had calmed, and officially declared as Visenya Returned. There was talk, most prominently in Dorne, where her popularity had no ends, that Prince Daemon, the wielder of Queen Visenya’s Valyrian steel sword Dark Sister should yield it to Princess Naera on account of her victory in the Stepstones. Prince Daemon is said to have never been made aware of those rumours, strangely enough.

Princess Naera’s second major political victory came in the form of the Hall of Flames, which was a mirrored audience hall constructed under her supervision. Any commoners or lords who wished to hold an audience with the pair could attend during mornings. The Hall of Flames was also a performance hall by evenings, and it was extremely popular also, as thousands of hand-sized mirrors lined every wall, and even the ceiling of the room, and when properly placed candles or lamps were lit, the Hall of Flames sparkled and dazzled as a flame. Thus, it was a building which raised funds for the Sandship, and Prince Raiden did not spare any compliment or profession of love over her success, apparently enamoured and devoted to his soon-to-be lady wife.

King’s Landing’s opinions on this are disputed.

Dorne looked ahead towards a bright future, as Princess Naera and Prince Raiden approached the age for marriage, but, as every god had blessed the union, so had Death. Within a fortnight of their intended date of marriage, Prince Raiden passed in illness.

Thus, in just a fortnight, the first alliance between House Targaryen of Valyria and the Crownlands of Westeros and House Nymeros Martell of the Rhoyne and the Dornish Peninsula, came to an end.

Princess Naera, devastated over the death of her love and betrothed, refusing to marry his younger brother, Prince Qoren Martell whom she had practically raised, and hateful of her father’s wish for her to return to King’s Landing and wed Lord Jason Lannister instead, was forced by her own desire for freedom, to flee Dorne on dragonback and abandon her written fate.

Dorne suffered immensely for this loss, and so did the Targaryens, until the Princess returned eight years after and was arranged to wed her uncle, Prince Daemon. It is notable that the Princess defeated the Prince in single combat set for first blood in a lance tourney on their wedding day.

Targaryen and Martell: A Comprehensive History of the Alliances and Wars

 between the Two Foreign Ruling Houses of Westeros

 by Iridin Sand (and later, Petyr Flowers and Oberyn Martell)

“Princess?”

“Come, Maester. How is she?” Gerardys didn’t seem glad as he walked into her solar, as he spared a surveying glance over the corridor, and then firmly shut the door behind himself. The healing Maester of Dragonstone was a man Rhaenyra trusted with great sincerity since the time she had flown him to King’s Landing to treat her father’s laceration by amputating two of his fingers, rather than by cauterising or removing the dead flesh, as had been suggested by his attendants.

Gerardys was a young man, compared to others in his position. With his youth and station, came promise of his knowledge. Yet, when he approached Rhaenyra, his ash back hair seemed to wilt, and his face seemed to grey, as though he had wandered the rain for moons and moons. Rain, rain, rain. It hadn’t stopped for hours, and the thunder, and the lightning, and the winds didn’t help either.

“Weak. Asleep.” Rhaenyra recalled the time her sister had collapsed, reasonless, bleeding from the eyes, the ears, the nose, in the Dragonpits, all those fortnights ago. Mellos had failed to find any fault with her, but she trusted Gerardys better with matters of health and ailments than she ever could Mellos. Well, Naera had also insisted on her wellness, and little could be done to treat a patient who does not wish to be treated.

“Have you found a cause?”

“Not yet,” hopeful, “but the maids have noted that she barely ate since she came here.”

“She seemed tired.” Rhaenyra shook her head. “She barely ate at the Capital also.” All those dinners, and she had seemed tired and absorbed throughout the latter ones, after her collapse. She had never noticed her sister’s failing health, had she?

“I do not believe there is anything to fear. She shall soldier through it admirably,” I hope, he did not say. Rhaenyra simply knew that to be what remained unsaid. No matter how small a problem could be, there was never a sworn future in which all would be well. Yet, Naera was strong, she was a warrior, after all, better than Daemon, who many had agreed to be the best of the lot, and perhaps even better than Ser Cole the defector, if they ever come to cross swords.

Rhaenyra bit down, hard. They would come to cross swords, her hopes were. If there was any man who could defeat her chosen Kingsguard, her teenage infatuation, the sworn sword of the Green Queen, it would be her blood, the Visenya to her Rhaenys, her sister, and her first friend, her lifelong bond, even if they had grown distant. Rhaenyra wouldn’t let her Visenya leave her, by any means necessary.

Ha. Though, did that make an Aegon out of Daemon? She thought not.

“Princess, I must say, however that I suspect the cause may be a matter of the mind.” A matter of the mind? Mellos sounded quite sure, for it to be a mere suspect. He was confident enough to present it before her—he was sure, almost.

“Are you saying that she’s gone insane?” Every time a Targaryen is born, the gods flip a coin. It runs in the family, since the days of Maegor, since the days of Visenya, of Daenys, or even Aenar. Targaryens aren’t always sane, aren’t always godly and divine.

“I cannot say,” Gerardys pressed his lips into a thin line, “I can attempt to get a word from the maids at the Capitol and Grandmaester Mellos, but…”

Rhaenyra nodded, “The storm.” The storm had come, shattering, shaking, blowing and destroying. Ravens would struggle, and ships would sink. Dragons could fly above the storm clouds, they could soar near the heavens, even.

No.

It hadn’t gotten to that yet.

“Do it.” Ravens would have to do. Ravens. Hadn’t Naera ever said something about Ravens? No, that had been Helaena. They were starting to resemble each other immensely.

Ha.

Gerardys hadn’t left—he lingered, averting his sullen gaze, until Rhaenyra questioned him on it.

“There is another thing, princess.” Hesitation. Rhaenyra raised her eyebrows. A truly awful thing, then, if even the Maester is aware that it shall be difficult on Rhaenyra. Was Naera truly that unwell? Had she gone blind, would she never awaken?

Rhaenyra’s shoulders shuddered at the thought, the very idea of another sibling dead at the hands of the Gods pouring wax onto the flames of anger and fear in her stomach.

“I have reason to believe that…”

Calming her now trembling jaw, she commanded, “Go on, Maester.” She would handle it.

“Princess Naera is with child.”

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[sweet-star-cookie]

i made a note to myself when i was half asleep and all it said was:

so i assume that 2 am me wanted to ask you about everything that has to do with the skymirror circus. What constellations are currently involved with the SkyMirror circus? What is Ura's character and personality like?

i know i already sent another ask regarding the circus, but you did say if i had any specific questions about the characters, i could just ask so here i am :DD

also, completely unrelated to the question, but i googled the wikipedia page for former constellations (to figure out how to properly spell uranoscopus' name) and some of the former constellations are just absolutely hilarious as concepts:

and my personal favorite:

Haha that's awesome xD I seem to get my best ideas in the middle of the night so I make notes on my phone too, and while I remember the context most of the time, there are other times where I'm like "girl what???"

And yeeesss you have discovered the goldmine of hilarity that I did during my own research xD Early identification of constellations seemed to be a lot of "just put whatever up there" and I love that so much. That's why I encouraged you to make your own constellations for your story if you wanted to, it's fun :D

And now onto the circus! Also I find myself switching how I spell its name a lot (SkyMirror, Sky Mirror, Skymirror, etc.) so feel free to spell it however you'd like.

As a side note, I don't have all of the designs finished for these so I don't have the full lineup image yet, so I'll provide the individual art and the current WIPs instead. I'll start with noting characters who are adjacent to the circus or who are former members before describing the current crew, though I have talked about some of them in previous asks already.

Pisces (The Fish) - While she was never an official member of the circus itself, she is often credited as the source inspiration for it via her carefree dancing and swimming. Meeting many of the future members of the circus is part of why Pisces decided to share her water magic with all of the sea creatures, allowing them to perform out of water. Though Pisces does not take away this gift, she does take issue with how Ura chooses to use it, and helps fight back to stop her. Piscis Austrinus "Austri" (The Southern Fish) - Formerly a juggler and performer at the circus, especially with imitation based acts given her shape-shifting abilities. After the incident with Urania's Mirror, Austri left the circus and became a companion to Pisces, but still takes any opportunity she can to foil any of Ura's future plans, having insider knowledge of how she thinks and makes plans.

[I've shown some of her art before but here's her initial design sheet from 2019 for now, I'll be updating it later] Volans (The Flying Fish)

Formerly a high-flying acrobat at the circus, capable of quickly changing between his two forms and flying through rings in his acts. His overall temperament is anxious and flighty, with what little confidence he does have appearing in his performances. When things went awry with Ura, he attempted to escape but was unsuccessful, instead being captured by her. His cowardly nature made it difficult for him to be anything more than a hostage, used as leverage to draw out Ura's next targets. Musca (The Fly)

Not technically a member of the circus itself, but instead is Ura’s informant and literal “fly on the wall” to spy on others. She loves to gossip, and her ability to change into the size of an actual fly makes her difficult to catch or detect. She doesn't have much actual loyalty to Ura though, she is merely drawn to all the drama surrounding her, and will always save herself first if she's threatened.

-------- And now for the current members! Uranoscopus (The Stargazer Fish)

The crafty ringleader, exuding the charisma and bravado you'd expect from a seasoned performer and showrunner. She is well known for her death-defying tricks and revels in putting others in danger for the sake of a good show. The ring around her waist can transform into a mirror (Urania's Mirror that she stole, prior to its return) that can trap anyone who touches the glass inside it. The mirror is then dropped from on high, and the captive “volunteer” must escape before it shatters.

In her attempts to keep her fame alive, Ura becomes fixated on illusion magic, which is essentially a manipulation of light magic. She often uses her title of "The Stargazer" when introducing herself, referring to her species name but also this ability to see and create illusions. With practice, she is able to project these illusions onto others, increasing its range when wearing her goggles. This makes her attacks very beguiling and confusing for her targets, creating the characteristic misdirection of a magician and making up for her general lack of physical strength. She's equally as "slippery" in her escapes as she is in her conversations; a prime manipulator, clever and sharp-witted.

She is drawn to sources of astral power, which eventually led her to Ophiuchus via his connection to the Sun Starglass. She initially tried to convince him to use his power to suit her aim, but he ultimately refused, believing his power should be shared with everyone and worried that she was chasing unhealthy endeavours. After his disappearance, she still searched for him in the hope that he'd return.

Upon Cassie's arrival, she changed tactics. Using Musca to spy on her and get an idea of who they'd be dealing with, Ura decided to play the actor and appeal to Cassie's kindness, viewing her as nothing more than a naive child. And while Ura is able to successfully trick her at first, Cassie finds out the truth and doesn't take kindly to being lied to, making a powerful enemy out of her instead.

Hippocampus (The Sea Horse)

Essentially Ura’s "getaway driver" when tied to her circus wagon, and is sometimes dressed up for extra flair in a show. That said, the other constellations aren’t sure if it’s actually sentient or merely an illusion conjured with Ura’s magic, as it only seems to move on her command and sits eerily still otherwise. The only sound it’s known to make is a hollow, ghostly neigh… Xiphias (The Swordfish) and Dorado (The Dolphinfish)

A duo of knife throwers, essentially the "hired goon" types for Uranoscopus once her pursuit of fame goes awry. They use their knife throwing skills in a more combative sense compared to their act in the circus's heyday, and their dexterity and aim shows through with how dangerous they can be as a result. While Dorado is definitely the "brawn" of the two, calling Xiphias the "brains" would be charitable at best, despite what the confidence in his own mischief would tell you. Both can be quite cowardly if one of their hair-brained schemes goes wrong, but Xiphias is usually fast enough (and Dorado strong enough) to avoid getting captured, though they're usually clobbered a lot in the process! Despite sharing one brain cell between them, they genuinely look out for each other the most, with one bailing out the other in most cases. If both are caught, they stay together. Delphinus (The Dolphin)

[Current WIP, the thing in her mouth in the front view is a lit match. She's based on an orca/killer whale, which if you didn't know, is actually in the dolphin family!] The pyrotechnics expert and cannon operator, skills that translated rather easily to villainy as soon as Ura asked for it. When most think of a dolphin, they think of a more cutesy, playful figure like the previous incarnation of her constellation, but this Delphi had a different idea in mind.

Her large stature lends her natural strength, something she uses to hoist her large cannons to aim them more effectively, sometimes mounting them on her back or shoulders to make them semi-mobile. She's a force to be reckoned with and can go toe-to-toe with Cancer's claw cannons in a fight, making her difficult to take down. She likes to make things go boom, and often doesn't care about the damage caused, even if it's collateral or friendly fire. Ura will usually save her for a "bringing out the big guns" moment, especially if her enemies think they've won, and the destruction will usually let her and the others escape if necessary. Anguilla (The Eel)

[Current WIP, drawn before I decided to add him to the circus, so I will be changing his outfit to match that aesthetic later on. He's based on a ribbon eel, though he also has a few attributes of the electric eel as well.] Originally the circus's musician, a dancer, and a tight rope walker, often combining these in some way for his acts. He can play multiple instruments, but favours violin music overall. Even after his turn to villainy, his passion for music still shines through. For example, he refuses to simply rake his bow over the strings to make an unpleasant sound to hinder his enemies, so he'll instead use a good performance as a luring distraction, a bit like a siren song. If you are close enough to him or you hear his music for too long, there's a chance that the sound will temporarily paralyze you.

His long and slender body makes his movements very swift and flowing, like that of a ribbon dancer, so he is notoriously hard to hit. As a result, he is often the first member of the circus you see if you ever tried to track them down, casually playing his violin. For anyone unaware of his tactics, they don't think much of him until his paralysis kicks in, he escapes, and the rest of them attack!

#this post is a lot longer simply because of the art itself lol oops #thanks for the ask! ^_^ #asks #tabsters #my art #my OCs #Starglass Zodiac #SGZ #long post

[ao3feed-dilucnkaeya]

Syncopation

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by G4ME123

It was always easy to talk to Kaeya. They could talk about anything and nothing at all. Alhaitham had enjoyed his interaction with the Cavalry Captain, but he hadn’t dared to assume it was mutual. They’d been hanging out with each other for so long that technically all of Sumeru thought that they were together—

Did Alhaitham dare to make it… to make them official?

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The story of Alhaitham, his journey in Mondstadt, and a relationship bloom over time.

Words: 7708, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Series: Part 3 of The Inquisitiveness

Fandoms: 原神 | Genshin Impact (Video Game)

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: M/M

Characters: Alhaitham (Genshin Impact), Kaeya (Genshin Impact), Diluc (Genshin Impact), Mentioned Cyno (Genshin Impact) - Character, Mentioned Kaveh (Genshin Impact) - Character

Relationships: Alhaitham/Kaeya (Genshin Impact), Alhaitham & Kaeya (Genshin Impact), Diluc & Kaeya (Genshin Impact)

Additional Tags: Developing Relationship, Falling In Love, Love Confessions, Friends to Lovers, Post-Alhaitham's Story Quest: Vultur Volans Act I: The Illusions of the Mob, Kaeya Has Self-Esteem Issues (Genshin Impact), what's new honestly, Diluc is Protective of Kaeya (Genshin Impact), Diluc and Alhaitham had an intense staring contest, POV Alhaitham (Genshin Impact), Eventual Fluff, Romantic Fluff, First Kiss, Stressed Alhaitham (Genshin Impact), Tags Are Hard, Kaeya is a Menace (Genshin Impact), Dialogue Heavy, Teyvat Politics (Genshin Impact), Teyvat Economics, Nerd talk basically, Eventual Romance, Tooth-Rotting Fluff

#genshin impact fanfics #platonic diluc and kaeya #diluc ragnvindr #kaeya alberich #ao3feed #newfic

[flamingplay]

9, 31, 47, 58

Thanks a lot, J! <3

9. favorite smell in the summer?

Have already answered here!

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

For winter: dark blue jeans, black leather boots, and Yannis' flame sweater™ with my silver chain and earrings-crosses and flame ring, for spring: oringe™ coat with everything you call greedy like turtleneck xD and oringe-white converses, for normal summer it's Pidge shirt with my red ornamented kimono and wide trousers with the suspenders, for autumn... idk what that will be, but for the Greek one it's my white jeans overall that gives Davey from Glass Animals vibes and beige shirt and if it's like +25 I'd defo kick assess in my blue-brown pleated mousseline volan transparent dress, just need rather a sword or a earrings-swords and a tooth-necklace lol (for those who wonder how it looks like you might be disapponted but I feel like a medieval warrior in it). If the weather allows it (aka not too cold, not Greek 3 seasons), I'd be wearing my black jumpsuit which is very much about kicking asses and taking names and only I own me-ing.

47. favorite type of cheese?

Seasoned with "nutty taste" (Jon Buckland from Coldplay, no, it was about cheese indeed). I'm obsessed over seasoned cheese, don't judge me anyone, I adore that nuts-caramel (suddenly fruity in some types omg) afterataste of them and honey smell like wtf it's just an old cheese why is it like that??? ANYWAY, obsessed over Leiden Gold Limited 3 years old, idk why I can't google it anywhere else but the shop in my birth city and it's defo NOT a Leyden cheese because it doesn't have cumin... Anyway, here's this legend:

Goes perfectly well with de-alcoholised Merlot, someone shut me up about this rn... I'll never have a life like this...

58. four talents you’re proud of having?

Gosh, I gotta ask you? Idk, tbh... Can we count just @-ing my faves and being bold to talk to any of them irl even when I feel extra nervous and cringe as a talent? If no then maybe... making other people as comfortable as possible, digging information, making some Ps stuff rarely af by now but just for expressing my feelings not like pro or something, discovering some not very well known music and books (by now this talent faded).

#asked #answered #thanks J now after feeling like you know how I want to eat that cheese lol #means I'm alive hopefully

[magellanicclouds]

tell me about some ocs you have? :)

Oh my. This is an answer that could go for days I think, anon. I want to answer you as completely as possible, but how far back are we going with this? ' ~ ' In an effort to still answer you without turning this post into an essay, I'll talk about a few that I've posted here before, but maybe haven't much talked about!

I'll go from left to right! ' U ' Jules: (they/them) I began drawing Jules about 15 or 16 years ago. They weren't intended as anything, just a boxy little scribble that showed up one day and I thought it was charming. With how quick and easy Jules was to draw, I began to use them as a kind of emote. The saucer-like eyes and long wiggly arms fit every feeling I could think of! Jules didn't have a name or any sort of story for over a decade. I'd sometimes refer to them as 'little bolt'. It wasn't until very recently that I named them Jules and gave them a real personality of their own as a Halo OC. A highly advanced 'Smart' AI that interacts with the physical world through the use of a wiggly-armed mobile platform. There is only a small fragment of the totality of their full self installed into this body though. Their full and complete self is a much larger and complex matrix of data that exists often inside the supersystem of a large starship or facility. Jules's primary function is therapy, providing social enrichment and emotional support to people who are frequently isolated for long periods of time aboard space-faring vessels. In particular, Jules is very drawn to Spartans, seeking to share a companionship with them that they are regularly denied, and to help encourage them to express and discover more about themselves as individuals.

Volans: (he/him) Piscis Volans, 'The Flying Fish', is an actual constellation made of 6 stars that can be found in the Southern sky. Ancient celestial maps often depicted Volans swimming through the stars alongside another constellation, the ship Argo Navis, and it is often referred to in short as Volans or Vol, but can also be said as Volantis, a name I also go by! ' U ' I am a lifelong lover of the night sky, and Volans has been with me since I was really young. He represents a lot of different stages of my life. Without getting into things too deeply, there is a significant pain attached to him that I'll carry with me always, but he's equally as much a strength and a comfort in a way I think I'll always need. He became a kind of compass, and fit right in with my love and fascination of the world beyond our world. He is an ever-patient companion to any who are lost or afraid, the uncertain, and the not yet able or willing to speak.

Roe: (he/him) Roe is a tough one, but I'm not afraid or unwilling to share him, and wanted him here. Like Volans, he's old as I am, and sadly represents a lot of conflict. He is one half of two sides at war with one another in a single body, each unwittingly causing harm to the whole. In the struggle, one half has managed to dominate the head, guiding his experience of the world with a single unmistakable face. The other half wars to keep the body, holding tight to the chest even as it's steadily overcome. Despite the uneasy duality, Roe engages the world with a certain and meaningful intent, humble for the wisdom he's collected. He is a steward to wild places and things forgotten. There is a lot of old hate that lives in a part of my family who've done their best to remind me that I wasn't welcome before I was even born. Roe is a sense of fear without being afraid. He connects me to a side of myself that's a stranger, but someone I'd of liked to have known.

#anon ask #jules #piscis volans #volantis #roe #my art

[agirlattea]

Sincerely, a Rainbow of stories for you: 

Please Tell Me the Story of the Rainbow: Part 5

(Location: Exhibition at an Old Castle, Central Kingdom, Day Time)

Cain: I heard from Arthur that there’s a picture book drawn by a wizard author. I'd like to see it too.

Cain said, looking at the venue map in Heathcliff's hand. 

Shino: Heath, didn’t you want to see a some trick? Look, it’s on the fourth floor. 

Shino said, looking from Cain’s other side. 

Heathcliff: It’s hard to walk with the two of you hunched over me. 

It was kind of heartwarming to see them walking awkwardly like three people on four legs.

Chloe: Rutile! I asked the guide and it seems the book display is on the second floor. Luca’s  picture book should also be there.

Rutile: Mitile and the others already went up to the second floor ahead of us. Let's stop to take a look at it as we make our way up the stairs. 

At the end of the gentle spiral staircase, there was an exhibition hall for picture books. Several picture books were displayed on the walls. 

We found Mitile and Riquet, who had arrived earlier, but when I was about to call out to  them, Rutile stopped suddenly. 

Akira: Rutile, is something wrong? 

Rutile: Master Sage, that child… 

Akira: …Ah. 

I saw a familiar figure ahead, where Rutile's finger pointed. 

Ahead of us, stood the lost girl from earlier and the young man who came to find her. He seemed to be talking to a well-dressed older gentleman. 

Arthur: Master Sage, everyone, so you’ve arrived. 

The next person to come up the stairs was Arthur, who had told us that he would head directly to the venue from Granval Castle. 

In the back of the room, I spotted the figure of the older gentleman, who had turned his gaze towards us.

Arthur: I was just thinking of saying hello, so it seems I’ve arrived at the right time. The old gentleman over there… 

Old Gentleman: Well, well, Prince Arthur! 

Before Arthur could finish his sentence, the old gentleman noticed us and rushed over. 

After bowing his head deeply, he continued in a passionate voice.

Old Gentleman: Welcome to our rural castle! I thank you for your continued support! 

Arthur: There is no need to speak so formally. This time, I’ve accepted your  invitation not as the Prince of the Central Country, but as a Sage’s Wizard.

I am grateful to you for extending your invitation to us. This is the Sage, and some of my fellow Sage’s Wizards. 

Old Gentleman: Yes, I know very well. What an honor to be able to meet you all like this...! 

I will never forget the excitement of that time for the rest of my life! I’ve heard tales of your other exploits as well! 

Oh, brave young heroes, thank you so much for saving the central country, and for working hard every day to save the world!

The younger wizards all responded to the handshake extended by the old gentleman.

Chloe: I-it’s an honor to meet you as well! 

Mitile: We’re all so happy to have been invited! 

Old Gentleman: … You are the Sage, aren’t you? I had the honor of seeing you for the first time at the parade. 

Akira: I am honored to hear you say that, but... the ones who worked hard for were the wizards. They were the ones who fought the Umbra Volans and the ones who saved the city and fixed the tower. 

Old Gentleman: Your humbleness is charming, but please don’t downplay your own achievements too much. 

Without you, the Central Capital would be a city of the dead. I would like to see you take pride in that.

His warm and strong handshake made me feel ticklish. 

Akira: Thank you. It would have been nice if we  could all have attended, but unfortunately, the timing wasn't convenient…

Old Gentleman: Please do not worry! I hear the Sage’s Wizards are all very busy. I hope this exhibition offers you all a chance to rest. 

Then, beckoned by The Old Gentleman, the young man and little girl from earlier approached us. Rutile's gaze naturally focused on the small girl. 

Rutile: Ah… 

Old Gentleman: Let me introduce you to my son who is helping me with this exhibition. Say hello to the Sage.

The young man’s Amber eyes widened in surprise at the words of the Old Gentleman, as he bowed his head hurriedly. 

Aslan: My name is Aslan, I sincerely apologize for my discourtesy earlier! I had no idea that Prince Arthur and the Sage had already…! 

Old Gentleman: Oh, have you already exchanged greetings? 

Aslan: No, earlier when I was looking for Luca… hey. 

That young man, Mr. Aslan, says the same name we heard him call earlier, and looks down at the girl hiding behind him.

"Luca". At the sound of that name, the wizard’s eyes meet. 

Aslan: Come on, Luca, introduce yourself. 

Prompted by Aslan, the girl took a step forward, her long purple hair swaying gently.

She was a very beautiful girl, however, her ephemeral outline that seemed to almost melt into the light around her seemed somewhat unrealistic. 

Luca: …. 

The girl called Luka glanced at me with her big eyes and turned away.

Aslan: Luca! 

She flashed the hem of her skirt and hid behind Mr. Aslan's back. Large, slightly empty eyes peeked out from behind her bangs. 

Akira & Rutile & Arthur: …. 

Aslan: I sincerely apologize! She is still a child, or rather... she is still so young. Please excuse her rudeness. 

Her name is Luca Caroll, the author of the picture books exhibited here.

At Aslan’s words, the curiosity-filled eyes of the wizards bare into her small body. 

Arthur: I see, so you are the rumored… 

Shino: I suspected as much when we met earlier, but you are a witch after all. 

Riquet: You are also younger than I imagined, you seem even younger than Mitile and I. 

Heathcliff: But even if she looks like this, she could still be much older than us. 

Cain: You’re right, we do have Lords Snow and White as examples of that. 

Aslan: Haha… actually she’s grown a lot. When we first met, she was a lot younger, weren’t you, Luca? 

Akira: So… 

Aslan: Yes. She is the age she appears to be. I was surprised too at first, but I will never forget the shock I felt when I first saw the world she drew. 

Rutile narrowed his eyes fondly and nodded at Mr. Aslan, who scratched his cheek looking a little embarrassed. 

Rutile: Me too. At first glance, I fell in love with her picture books. 

He turned to meet Luka’s eyes, who was looking down, and smiling softly. 

Rutile: It’s nice to meet you, I'm Rutile. I am a fan of your picture books. 

Luca: … 

Aslan: Oh, she’s turned away again. I apologize for her shyness, I’ll have her respond to you properly… 

Arthur: Please don’t worry, it’s more than enough to simply meet such a wonderful artist.

Aslan: Thank you, Prince Arthur. 

Heathcliff: Um, I had a chance to see the book as well, It was truly amazing. 

When I was young, I dreamed of a fantasy world, and I was able to feel that dream coming to life… 

Aslan: If I'm not mistaken, you are Lord Heathcliff of the Eastern Country’s house Blanchett...?

Shino: That’s right. 

Heathcliff nodded modestly next to Shino who answered immediately. 

Aslan: It's a real honor to have her work recognized by such dignified individuals! Isn’t that right Luca? 

Luca: Umhm 

Aslan: Her works are displayed on the wall over here. Please feel free to take your time and read carefully.

Akira: Thank you! Come to think of it, I heard that there will be an exhibition of Luca’s new works...

Aslan: Oh… that’s… 

Mr.Aslan turned his gaze to the central space of the exhibition hall while muttering his words. 

There was a gaping empty space there. 

Aslan: We’d planed to hang it there. I apologize… even though you’ve all come all the way to visit us, the exhibition hasn't been completed yet. 

Arthur: What do you mean? 

Aslan: It is taking a while to prepare. I am currently working on writing the acclaim, hopefully, it  will be completed soon. 

Luca: …. 

Luca, who was looking down slightly , held her mouth tightly shut .

Akira: Is that so? Well, I look forward to the completion.

Aslan: The exhibition will be held for seven days. We will be sure to have it completed by the end of the last one. 

Additionally, we are planning to host a party on the last day. I hope you have a chance to enjoy it.

After saying that, Mr.Aslan bowed his head deeply and left with Luca.

Heathcliff spoke in a low voice as we saw their retreating backs. 

Heathcliff: Is that child alright? I can't put it into words, but something feels strange. 

Shino: I thought so too. Her skin was also so pale, it almost looked fake. 

Mitile: I agree… I don't mean this in a bad way, but she almost seemed like a doll.

Riquet: It looked like she was overwhelmed, but… 

Cain: She looked like a work of art. Her presence was almost otherworldly. 

Chloe: But all artists are a little bit strange, even Rustica is like that. 

Arthur: Certainly, I think artists do tend to have  a unique atmosphere. 

I think it's wonderful to have the personality of a splendid creator at such a young age… 

Rutile: ….

Rutile silently stared off into the direction in which the girl left.

#3rd anniversary #akira #arthur #bradley #cain #chloe #faust #figaro #heathcliff #lennox #mahoutsukai no yakusoku #mahoyaku #masterlist #mithra #mitile #murr #nero #owen #oz #promise of wizard #riquet #rustica #rutile #shino #shylock #snow #translations #white #mhyktl #mhyk