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remus-poopin · 2 years

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HP META MASTERLISTS

Hey! Here is a huge master list of all my favorite Harry Potter character analyses and Metas!

I DID NOT write these! Please do yourself a favor and check out some of the wonderful and intelligent writers of these metas as they deserve all the praise for their hard and impressive work!

If anyone of the writers for whatever reason wants me to remove their meta from this list just tell me and it will be done!

Some of these may be contradictory to each other but that is because I like to hear other interpretations. These may not line up exactly with your view of the characters (not all of them line up with mine) but please try to be respectful.

*Almost all of these are from Tumblr except one from reddit and one from a outside blog.

Enjoy!

REMUS LUPIN META:

General analysis/meta/thoughts:

Gentleman Monster: How Remus’s Marginalization and Comparative Privilege Made Who He Is

The Marauders Map scene in POA: Verbal Fencing Between Snape and Lupin

Prisoner of Azkaban: When Hostility Meets Passive Aggression

Remus Lupin: in depth analysis

“And I haven’t changed...”

Lupin as a manipulator

Remus would rather categorize himself with his oppressor than validate his own experiences.

Harry, Snape and Lupin: morality and “the greater good”

Lupin and his failure to think ahead - the boggart scene

Remus Lupin: ENFJ

Remus lupin: Repentance vs Regret

Lupin and Language

Remus And His Use of Language + Sirius' Dark Humor

Lupin and his use of pauses and “ers”

Lupin and language - “glimpse”

Neither Likes Not Dislikes Severus…

Lupin appreciation: How he speaks

Debunking Fanon:

Fanon vs. Canon: Remus Lupin Edition (reddit)

Relationships/dynamics/parallels:

Harry and Remus’ dynamic

Snape and Lupin parallels

The Great Pretenders: Remus and Regulus

Nearly Always Right: Remus and Harry

Remus and what his friendships represent

Power game that goes on between Lupin and Snape in POA

Lovable Except for that Terrible Period: The Upbringing of Remus Lupin

Theories and headcanons:

Remus’ “unmistakable signs of trying to live among wizards”

Remus did a lot of “growing up” during the lost years

If Lupin and Tonks had survived the battle?

Miscellaneous:

Lupin isn't the middle ground in Mrs Weasley vs Sirius argument

Remus with his own special brand of comforting logic

Lupin and how he presents in front of others

Remus Lupin is so detached from things

Remus Lupin at his most dangerous

Lupin lying to himself and others

Lupin is a gold standard for for the male manipulator trope

Bonus thoughts on werewolves as sexual predators, and Lupins' response to this.

SIRIUS BLACK META:

General analysis/meta/thoughts:

Part one: Sirius and the shadow of being a Black.

Part two: Sirius Black: the victim of the system he was born to rule

Grimmauld Place: Azkaban by a different name

Sirius Black and Complex trauma

Sirius's core need for family

Sirius's views on Death-Eaters: The world isn't split into good people and Death-eaters.

Padfoot and the Liminal Space

Arrested Development – Sirius, Snape, Obsessions and Blind Spots

Sirius Black, Mental Health and Masculinity

Part one

Part two

Part three

Part four

Debunking Fanon:

Sirius is not as explosive as he is often characterized.

Sirius was not an immature man -child

Sirius is both emotionally and academically intelligent

Relationships/dynamics/parallels:

Someone Like A Parent: The Beginning of Bond in POA

Padfoot and Prongs: an analysis of the friendship

Why Sirius hated Snape so much

Sirius and Walburga: the passive-aggressive Sticking Charm

Sirius and Walburga's similarities

Regulus and Sirius's relationship

Sirius and Lily

Sirius and Orion Black

Sirius and Regulus’s relationship is Kreacher

Snape parallels:

The Hogwarts Express scene in Prince’s Tale: A Sirius and Snape analysis

Sirius and Snape as foils

Sirius and Snape both want to be part of a world that they will never truly understand.

Snape, Sirius, and revenge

Sirius and Snape parallels: rule breaking

More Snape and Sirius parallels

Sirius/Snape parallels - Gender coding

Miscellaneous:

Sirius’ sense of humor

Shame of My Flesh: Reading into Sirius’ Thoughts on Crouch Family

Sirius and Molly Argument in OOTP

James, Sirius and Snape: privilege and intelligence

JAMES POTTER META:

General analysis/meta/thoughts:

Ashes’ thoughts on James

“the marauders’ is essentially just three people wanting to be James’ best friend but only one of them actually achieving it”

Too Deep for the Healing

Debunking Fanon:

“golden retriever” James Potter

Relationships/dynamics/parallels:

James and Sirius had the best friendship in the story

Mine!: James Potter and Regulus Black

James Didn’t Suspect Remus - First War edition

James/Sirius

Theories and headcanons:

How does growing up with elderly parents affect James’s personality?

Miscellaneous:

James inner sense of nobility prevents him from killing

PETER PETTIGREW META:

General analysis/meta/thoughts:

Peter Pettigrew is emotionally intelligent and uses it in a strategic manner.

Peter is a Beautiful Scum Bag

Relationships/dynamics/parallels:

Where is the Loyalty? Regulus and Peter

Peter and Remus

Theories and headcanons:

Peter Pettigrew and the Werewolf Incident (Not as Much of a Key Event for Him)

MARAUDER META:

General analysis/meta/thoughts:

Reading Marauders Dynamics in SWM

An Analysis of the Snape’s Worst Memory Pensieve scene

SWM occurring after The Prank is neither a plot hole nor inconsistent

The rifts that made it possible for the Marauders to fall apart were evident even as far back as Hogwarts.

Fallout of the “prank”

Debunking Fanon:

J/S vs F/G: different types of troublemakers

Relationships/dynamics/parallels:

The marauders individual relationships

Remus with Sirius and James?

Lupin within the marauder dynamic

Miscellaneous:

The marauders recklessness

LILY EVANS META:

General analysis/meta/thoughts:

Lily and Altruism

Lily and insecurity

Slughorn’s favorite student

Lily’s weakness is her fondness for being the exception

Debunking Fanon:

Lily’s cold anger

“Friendzoned”

Relationships/dynamics/parallels:

Lily as a friend

Interpretation of Lily’s blush

Lily Evans’ letter to Sirius Black

Lily Evans is attracted to James Potter in Snape's Worst Memory.

Lily intended to break off her friendship with Severus before SWM

Harry’s relationship to the Prince as a blueprint for Lily’s friendship with Snape

Lily’s feelings for Snape are more complex than fandom gives them credit for.

Lily and her friendships

Lily never hated Petunia

What’s Up with Petunia’s Resentment of Lily?

Theories and headcanons:

Mulciber, Mary Macdonald and why Lily almost smiled in Snape’s Worst Memory

Miscellaneous:

Lily is blind to the flaws of people she admires/loves unless it explodes in her face.

SEVERUS SNAPE META:

General analysis/meta/thoughts:

Snape and the importance of his memories

Snape and Class

How Dumbledore’s death speaks to Snape’s moral evolution

Snape: class and power

Two up, two down

Spinner's End (white hound)

Why does Spinners End matter?

Snape, Lupin and the trolley problem

a matter of perspective

Snape and wizarding privilege?

Snape as a guardian

Debunking Fanon:

“Rivalries”

James and Snape were rivals? Nah.

Snape was not upset over the lost of the order of merlin

Snape doesn't want revenge

Snape and textbooks

Obsession or Love?

Relationships/dynamics/parallels:

Lily and Sev

“Lily Potter’s Son”

Feminist reading of lily/James/snape

Snape and lily’s shared spirit

The extremely dysfunctional friendship of Snape and Lily

Dumbledore, Snape and the werewolf incident.

Snape was his own man

Snape and Lupin

Theories and headcanons:

Snape and the Order confrontation of the Dursley's

Snape and the prince nickname

Miscellaneous:

“Said Snape”

Snape as a “bad victim”

Snape, tropes, and classic English literature

On Rage and Kindness

Snape’s use of language

Severus Snape or the Importance of Body Language

Snape being female coded

Snape had to practice being a person

Snape and queer coding

Snape loving the “goodness in lily”

Snape was really traumatized by SWM

HERMIONE GRANGER META:

General analysis/meta/thoughts:

Reconciling Kindness and Callousness: A Discussion on Hermione and Emotions

A Discussion on Hermione and Leadership

Hermione was born a leader and diplomat

Hermione “character growth” with SPEW

Debunking Fanon:

Hermione IS soft

Relationships/dynamics/parallels:

Mr. and Mrs. Wilkins: A Closer Look into Hermione’s Modification of Her Parents’ Memories

Harry and Hermione understand each other

Harry is in awe of Hermione

Ron/Hermione

Theories and headcanons:

Hermione wouldn't like fiction

Miscellaneous:

Cool Hermione Things: Magic Under Pressure

Hermione and internalized misogyny

Hermione can be very ruthless

Book Hermione

On Grandness: A Hermione Granger Appreciation Post

HARRY JAMES POTTER META:

General analysis/meta/thoughts:

Deconstructing Harry: The boy we meet in Philosopher’s Stone to the man in Deathly Hallows

The Resurrection Stone Scene: Culmination Of Harry’s Emotional Arc

The Dementors and Harry's Complex grief

Harry’s inherent tendency towards fairness

Harry, Hermione and the prince

'Be brave like my mother, Professor'

The Lightning-Struck Tower: “It is My Mercy, Not Yours That Matters Now”

Relationships/dynamics/parallels:

Harry And Personal Conflict: A Meta On Evolving Dynamic With Ron and Hermione

Harry identified with and reluctantly admired Snape even before ‘The Prince’s Tale’

Harry and Hermione in The Life and Lies of Albus Dumbledore

Harry and The Dursleys: Examining His Response to his Abusers

Harry-Hermione Friendship

On Harry and the adults in his life

The Mirthless Laugh: Sirius and Harry

Harry and Tom: Parents, Love and Death

A Cold Blooded Walk to Destruction: The Deaths of Harry and Dumbledore

Harry and the Dursleys: (Companion Piece to Deconstructing Harry)

Miscellaneous:

Harry's intuitive, empathy related approach to morality

Harry and intellectual curiosity

The Potters and class

Harry and masculinity

Harry’s quirks

RON WEASLEY META:

General analysis/meta/thoughts:

I Have Seen Your Heart: Exploring Ron's arc through the Mirror of Erised and the Locket

Ron isn't a strategist, he's the heart

Debunking Fanon:

Ron’s humor and emotional intelligence

Relationships/dynamics/parallels:

Harry and Ron’s friendship

Miscellaneous:

Ron and the Horcrux: An Alternate Reading

GOLDEN TRIO META:

General analysis/meta/thoughts:

Gender Dynamics in the Trio, Part One: Gender and Subordination

Debunking Fanon:

Hermione and Ron don't blindly trust harry

Relationships/dynamics/parallels:

Harry and Hermione: Balancing Acts, Effort, and Compromise

GINNY WEASLEY META:

General analysis/meta/thoughts:

“Lucky you”

On the veil

Relationships/dynamics/parallels:

Does gender plays a role in Harry and Ginny’s respective interactions with Voldemort?

Ginny and dean

Ginny and Neville during DH

Did the Weasley’s know about Harry and Ginny?

Ginny, the diary, and her family’s reaction

Ginny and Luna's Relationship

Harry’s thoughts of Ginny in the Forest

Harry and Ginny's shared experience of going to their deaths

Harry and Ginny at Shell Cottage

Miscellaneous:

Ginny and writing failures

Ginny is a chad

WEASLEY META:

General analysis/meta/thoughts:

Weasley siblings reacting to the expectations put upon them

Percy Weasley and the Gryffindor narrative

Percy fell through a big crack

Debunking Fanon:

Percy actually wasn’t Molly’s favorite

Relationships/dynamics/parallels:

Weasley Family Dynamics as a quidditch team

Percy with F&G and Bill

Percy, Fred, and George

Ginny and Molly

The relationship between Percy & Arthur

Percy and Arthur were close without actually knowing each other's true selves

Miscellaneous:

The Weasleys Aren’t Evil, Or Anything, But They’re Not Saints Either

OTHER CHARACTERS META

Dumbledore:

Dumbledore as a Mentor

Dumbledore and Reflections of Himself

Albus Dumbledore is not only respected and feared, but also loved

Albus Dumbledore Has Done Great, Generous, Things for People (Though He Also Uses These People as Pawns Later)

The Blacks:

Walburga Black: the madwoman in the attic

General Thoughts on the Black Family

Bellatrix: Mental health and the feminist lens

The Black family and pureblood ideology

The Blacks are a family in decline

Regulus: unrepentant bigot

The Blacks family system is abusive

The Malfoys:

Draco & Blaise: frenemies, not friends

“This is Crabbe and this is Goyle”: friends on last name basis?

“all draco wanted was to be loved” debunked

“Said Malfoy”

Draco and Lucius are the magical equivalent of Dudley and Vernon?

Tom Riddle:

The Abandoned Boy And His Problematic Fathers: Snape with Voldemort & Dumbledore

Neville:

Trevor and Neville’s Boggart

Neville’s Boggart

The Dursleys:

Petunia: “it does not do to dwell on dreams and forget to live”

Pansy:

Pansy, the girly mean girl

WORLD BUILDING

Wizarding World Magic:

HP magic system

What the Patronus charm represents

The Importance of Soul in HP verse

Wizarding World Politics:

Wizarding UK and democracy

Wizarding World Culture:

Chamber of Secrets- an insight into intersecting identities.

Why the Wizarding World Didn’t Oppose Voldemort

House Elves Are Slaves

The Wizarding World and Its Profound Ignorance of Muggles

A History of Magic Brought to You By The Carnivorous Muffin

The Wizarding World Lacks a Key Understanding of Magic

Hogwarts:

Hogwarts School Uniform

Hogwarts Houses by Muffin

How Old is the Bias Against Slytherin?

No, Really, the Hogwarts Houses Are Awful

Misc.

The Order of the Phoenix is a Useless Joke

Wandlore: Remus, Slughorn, and Lily

MISC. META

Harry Potter as a colonial fantasy

Death as one of HP’s themes

The “not like other girls” syndrome in the Harry Potter books.

HP series being ‘ethically mean spirited’

Marauders era and the 70s aesthetic?

JKR and chirstianity

Harry potter series and how american readers can understand classism a little better

Slytherin and Eton: A Primer on the British School System.

JKR’s absolutist way of seeing the world: gryffindor and slytherin

Hogwarts teachers and our modern muggle lens

Questioning the marauders map and the narrative surrounding it

Interesting debates/conversations/thought experiments/ideas:

If Harry had told Ron and Hermione about Snape's Worst Memory?

Bellatrix and feminism?

Snape and Stalking?

Best DADA teacher?

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aspenonpawzzz · 2 months

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HENLO! (pls read )

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talonabraxas · 12 days

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Space Mage ✰ The Sky This Week from April 12 to 19: Bid the winter stars goodbye

Catch a last glimpse of Orion and his hunting dogs, track wild ducks, and spot a dumbbell in the sky this week.

Monday, April 15 First Quarter Moon occurs at 3:13 P.M. EDT. By sunset, our satellite is high in the southern sky, offering a perfect opportunity for viewing.

At First Quarter, the Moon’s visible face appears half lit as the terminator separating night from day sweeps westward, bringing with it lunar sunrise. Right along the terminator is the best place to focus your attention, as here is where shadows and light offer the highest amount of detail. Visible along the terminator, particularly in the lunar south, are several large craters including Hipparchus and Albategnius.

We’ll return to the Moon next week as it’s nearing Full, so take a good look at the features that are visible (and just barely visible, on the night side of the terminator) now so we can compare the view later!

The Moon tonight is in Cancer, placing it near a stunning open cluster called the Beehive. Cataloged as M44, this group of young stars lies in the center of Cancer, just over 9° southeast of the Moon’s position today. At magnitude 3.7, M44 is visible to the naked eye under good conditions; however, the Moon’s proximity may bump up the challenge enough so that you require binoculars or a small scope, tonight.

And do start with low power — because it spans some 95′, M44 is best viewed under lower power to pull in all its members, of which there are some 350. Then consider “zooming in” with higher power or a larger telescope, which will bring out more stars but show only the core of the cluster.

Sunrise: 6:21 A.M. Sunset: 7:39 P.M. Moonrise: 11:38 A.M. Moonset: 2:36 P.M. Moon Phase: Waxing crescent (49%)

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lets-try-some-writing · 8 months

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i wish more continuities played with the horror of being revived after your (presumably) grisly demise. It must be real traumatizing right?? Like, it's gotta be! It could really help with characterizing/building a particular character too (cough optimus cough).

You my dear requester have come to exactly the right writer for this request. I have a fic based on this general premise called A Mere Shadow if you are interested. However, I will never turn down the chance to hurt my blorbo even more.

I may have gone a bit nuts with this concept so hold on-

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A Shadow of Death

Optimus Prime has been faced with death many times. Even as Orion Pax he did not fear it. Death was a fact of life, one he came to accept in his youth. The Matrix only further eliminated that intrinsic desire to flee the possibility of being killed. To a certain extent, it was a blessing as it kept him from faltering at crucial moments, even if he was met with pain for his determination.

Blaster shots a little too close to his spark chamber for comfort, stab wounds deep enough to be concerning, plague of the deadly variety, and more close calls than he dared to count... they were all nothing compared to the true call and agony of death. The fire that rained down on the base that fateful cycle was torture for Optimus. When Smokescreen found him, he very nearly begged Primus to let him die. Only once he was dragged away did he have time to think and to rationalize. Living in that state was a torment, but at the time, he knew it was to end. He made his peace with death long ago. He did not fear its embrace.

It was painful, but it was meant to end. He felt his spark abandon his frame, he sensed his mortality fading as he gave up his life in the line of duty. He was not content, but he was ready to pass and leave the burden behind. It had been so long, and finally, death welcomed him into its patient arms. Its chill wrapped around him, digging into the core of his being. It ached, but it was not unpleasant, especially as he began to see the fallen welcoming him, beckoning him to come home. His attachments faded and for the first time since he was a youngling, he was at peace. He did not expect to be drawn back sharply by a power he instinctively knew belonged to another Prime. He did not know what to think when he woke in his new frame, one built stronger, faster, and more capable. However he knew it was wrong, or rather his frame was not the only thing about him to change.

There was not time to think or time to consider. All he could do was fight and spend the next several cycles focused on getting his team settled. They needed to see he was strong, and so he kept up the façade as weeks passed and a shadow of death hung over him. He could not tell them, for what would he say? How was he supposed to explain the oddities that hung around him at all hours, making him suffer in silence while unable to speak. Something didn't let him, almost as if there were rules that forbade him to reveal that which weighed on him to those who could not sense his discomfort as he could.

It began the first time he returned to their new base after a scouting mission. He had been chilled ever since he was reforged and thought it perhaps due to his spark adjusting to the new frame or vice versa. He spent hours flying and moving, working his engine and his thrusters to the point of his plating being hot to the touch. Despite that... he was cold, not in painful manner, but merely... uncomfortable. It was enough to keep his senses sharp and yet it was unnatural. He went to Ratchet to try and have his frame examined, but all the doctor could tell him was that it must have been a quirk of his reforging. His systems were operating fine and his fans were regulating his temperature even better than before. There was no reason for him to feel chilled unless it was a mental issue. At that Ratchet attempted to have him sit down for a mental exam, but Optimus waved it off as his frame still taking time to settle.

Optimus did not bring up the topic again, not even when he stood beside burning buildings and still felt that coldness seeping into his protoform. He could feel digits caressing his plating, yet when he tried to check his sensors, there was nothing there. The cold haunted him, and in the end, he wrote it off as a punishment of eluding death one too many times.

The cold was bearable, but he hated recharge with a passion. Up until his reforging, recharge was one of the rare blessed moment of rest he was allowed. But now? He dreaded every instance where his frame demanded time to recover. He tried to drag it out for as long as he could with additives and all sorts of substitutes for rest, including plugging his processors into the database to defrag while he was still up and active. But in the end, the need eventually came, or the team would grow suspicious and he would be forced to retreat to his berth all the same.

Laying down for recharge was always comforting. It was familiar and allowed age old routine to take over, allowing him to vent deeply and simply feel for a while. But that is when the trouble always started. Optimus could never stop himself from feeling the pull of recharge. Once it set in, he couldn't move. His frame froze up and despite him being quite active mentally, his frame eased and rested, falling into recharge long before he did. Sometimes his optics were unshuttered, other times they weren't when the paralysis set in. Whatever the case, it always felt like he was back in that cave, bleeding out and in agony. It was terrifying to be stuck in that paralysis before recharge as nearly every time there was a haunting moment when his vents failed to work and his spark ceased in its blaze for but a nanoklik. But Primus, that one nanoklik always felt like an eternity where his frame almost seemed uncertain if it was alive or dead.

At the end of that long nanoklik he could feel digits running along his frame and he could see things in the corner of his vision regardless of whether or not his optics were functioning. Whispers that he could not comprehend echoed in his audials as his frame began to ache, desperate for ventilation and for energon to continue flowing. Then just as it started to grow unbearable, almost as if he were about to die, then his frame would return to its normal functioning and the paralysis would fade. For the first few deca-cycles after his restoration, Optimus threw himself to his pedes after such incidents and took up the night watch, unwilling to recharge after the threat of death hung over him.

He almost went to Ratchet, he almost burdened his oldest friend with his fears. So many cycles he spent nearly half in recharge as he fought against the need for rest, terrified of that looming death that never came. He did not fear death, but its agony was something he grew to be wary of. It was nearly enough to force him to act and plead with his team for aid. However in the end... he abstained, even though it pained him more when the dreams began.

Optimus had always dreamed, even as Orion. It was part of his nature, and gaining the Matrix only gave his dreams more vividness and viability. And yet... after being reforged, he no longer dreamed at all, at least not as he used to. When he fell into recharge, he found himself in a void with no light, no sound, and nothing to help him determine if he was up, down, or even within his own frame. He could never see his servos, nor could he sense himself moving if he willed himself to. He was simply left in a world of darkness for hours, unable to feel anything except the chill that plagued him during his waking cycles. That alone was nerve wracking but manageable due to the strange sense of peace he found within that void. Sometime he could swear he saw motes of light dash past him, slipping through that void and vanishing before he had time to observe them. He made it habit to search out those motes of light while within the void that came for him during recharge. It kept him occupied and made the chill less startling.

He learned to recharge through it all, but never for long. The lack of rest made itself known throughout his waking hours as he wandered and did his work. The chill kept him awake, but he could not stop himself from feeling the pull of that cold void whenever his focus slipped. It was almost as though it was calling him, trying to reclaim him after he escaped its grasp. Sometimes when he was particularly unfocused, he would find himself standing under the stars, watching and observing, unable to move as his mind seemed to leave the confines of his frame. In those instances he could sense things, he could see those same motes of light dashing around him, and with time, he came to understand what they were.

Life, sparks, souls.

It took time, but he came to understand. By the time Megatron was gunning to rebuild the Omega Lock and Ratchet left to join that effort, Optimus found himself... colder. He had never feared death, it was a part of life he didn't care to know but accepted all the same. Now though? Now he understood it. The chill forever sunk into his frame, and he noted that what once was a mere mental issue became reality. He was cold to the touch, even after battle. Things grew to be more distant, or rather less important as the cycles passed him by. The void that he walked in was trying to reclaim him. He could sense it in the way his spark flared and grew dimmer. The void wanted him back, and every day he was drawn closer to it.

What frightened him after his reforging grew to be commonplace. He didn't fear it anymore. The void that came in dreams came to be a second home of sorts, one he grew more adept at seeing the sparks within. It seemed wrong for him to be at peace with the way his mind shifted and how he no longer was terrified of those brief moments where his frame threatened to fail. It simply did not bother him when he saw the void in the corners of his vision or when chilled digits touched him. It became familiar, and with that familiarity, the living realm grew more distant.

He did not emote often, at least not as the others did. Now he did not express himself at all. There was no need. The world was changed for him. The team worried but chalked it up to Ratchet being gone. They were partially correct. Without that mortal tie, the cold came and seeped deeper, making it easier to slip and see the cracks, the thinner places between reality where sparks darted, returning to their maker after their lives ended. It fascinated him, even though it often had him staring into what the others considered empty space when he was supposed to be acting.

He was changing, and what fully solidified that for him was when he began to feel the chill of death closing in around others. He first noted it around Vehicons, mainly those who had brushes with death or were unfortunately killed in combat. There was little he could do for them, as usually by the time he noted the chill, it had already wrapped around the Vehicon in question, dooming them to their fate. He only acted when he felt it around Arcee before she tried to enter a groundbridge. It was harder to feel, but he still stopped her. When questioned, he found he could not speak and explain, so he opted for vague wording, hoping it would help her to see and understand.

Arcee: Optimus, what was that for?

Optimus: You cannot go there. The chill follows you.

Arcee: Sir? What does that mean.

Optimus: Danger Arcee. A threat I cannot save you from.

Arcee: I don't understand-

Optimus: You do not need to. I sense the chill, I see the looming cloud. Do not go. You shall not return if you do.

Harder to focus, harder to think. Whenever he was not working, Optimus watched the sparks come and go, observing with a strange distant affection he could not place. All the while the chill grew deeper, closer to his spark, and his frame became weary despite its power. He was changing...

And the void wanted him back.

#transformers #maccadam #transformers prime #optimus prime #team prime #angst #shadow of death au #death #alternate universe #Optimus has problems #but he can't say anything about it because of eldritch rules #I love me a mortal turned monster story #can any of yall pick up the hints of my death au here?#Yeah this is kinda a reverse of that #only this time it aint death learning to feel #instead its a mortal learning to let go

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You Never Cared

Summary: Llachlan and Pal-El enter one of the many chambers of the Hall of Heroes, having been told to go to this one in particular by the Hall's guardian. A one-sided argument ensues when the spirt they've been sent to see shows up.

Words: 1,003, a little over, but I can't make it much shorter.

Tags: @druidx, @sparrow-orion-writes,@flashfictionfridayofficial, @ashirisu, @blind-the-winds, @philosophika, @the-down-upside-finch

Warnings: Implied neglect, implied character death, implied ritual sacrifice, all of the angst

Notes: This is set during the current campaign! I have Pal-El's player's permission to use the character here. Based loosely on an actual session, mostly because I don't remember what exactly was said at the time and I'm not allowed to record sessions for this campaign.

Pal-El looked around the chamber he had been directed to by Aurianna. It was beautifully decorated, he thought, recognising the runic text of Moradhir scripture carved into the pillars on either side of him. The ceiling was vaulted and a large statue of Moradin stood at the far end of the chamber, the gaze of the Dwarf Father overlooking a simple shrine at His feet. A large barrel sat to one side of it and the shrine itself was adorned with offerings of various gemstones, various smithing tools and tankards that had once, presumably, been filled with ale and beer.

The warforged paladin turned his attention to the black-haired dwarf that walked alongside him. Llachlan was sullen and shifting uncomfortably, glaring at the statue of the god his people so revered. Pal-El sighed, he understood why the young dwarf was reluctant to be here. Hells, he was nervous, and he’d had a very good relationship with Archlector Bloodvein, all things considered.

Both paladin and forsaken warlock froze as the air in the chamber… shifted. The lights flickered briefly as a slight breeze wound between the two beings. Pal-El looked around as the breeze died down, standing ready just in case anything popped out of the shadows that were cast by the lights. His sensors didn’t pick up any intruders, or much of anything if he was honest with himself. Lachlan frowned as he too looked around the chamber, seeing nothing that seemed untoward. But that didn’t mean that they were alone, he knew all too well that there were ways for his enemies to cloak themselves even from his eldritch sight.

“Hello son.”

Both Llachlan and Pal-El jumped at the sound of the voice coming from behind them, both whirling around to come face to face with the semi-translucent form of a much younger dwarven woman than either of them remembered. The short, stout figure wore the vestments of an Inquisitor of Moradin over a set of heavy plate armour, which was heavily inscribed with scripture. Her beard was a bright auburn with no sign of white in it and only barely reached her stomach. A simple mace hung from her hip on one side while a mythril-bound book of Moradin hung from the other.

Pal-El immediately bowed his head, his mechanisms clunking and his armour clanking as he immediately fell to one knee, a hand pressed flat across his chest where his Core sat,

“Your Eminence! Truly I am glad to see you face to face once more. You look… well.” he intoned, stumbling over his greeting as he tried to think of the correct words to say in this moment.

Llachlan, as Pal-El kneeled, glowered at the figure standing in front of him, crossing his arms over his chest. He snorted,

“Bit late for the whole ‘son’ thing, don’t you think?” he spat.

The spirit’s hopeful expression immediately fell at the words. She closed her eyes and slowly shook her head,

“For all that she tried to convince you otherwise, you never stopped being ma wee baby boy, Llachlan.” she sighed, “I know there aren’t any words I can say that –'' She was cut off by Llachlan’s angry snarl,

“Then don’t!” he snapped, “Just – Get on with what you’re here to do, then get lost!”

Pal-El cautiously raised his head, frowning as he took in the hurt and lost expression that crossed his mistress’ face at the words. She said nothing more, nodded and turned her attention to the warforged that was still kneeling at her feet. The spirit smiled sadly at him,

“Pal-El… what’re ye doin’ still kneeling like that? Come on, get up.” she said, obviously trying not to let her voice quaver too much, and failing badly. Pal-El did as he was told and stood once more, towering over the short woman. He looked over to Llachlan,

“I know we’re here more for my sake, but maybe it would be a good idea to hear her out?” he suggested. Llachlan turned his glower to the warforged,

“Why should I?” he asked, “I don’t need, nor want, to hear whatever damned excuses she has!” he snapped.

“I make no excuses for what I did and said.” The spirit interjected, her voice quiet, despondent, “As much as I cared, still care –”

Llachlan’s twisted into an ugly scowl, his face burning a deep red as he clenched his hands into fists at his side,

“You cared? You. Cared?! Bollocks you did!” he thundered, throwing a hand out to one side, “All you fucking cared about was your own damn self! If you actually cared, then why not tell me about my own damn heritage and where the powers I ended up with came from?! If you cared as much as you say you did, then why the hells was I made to feel like the monster you clearly thought I was?!” Lachlan didn’t bother trying to stop his tears from falling into his beard as he continued his rant, “If you cared as much as you say you did, then why did you let them take me just to kill me?!” he sobbed.

Meredith Gruksdottir shook her head, tears streaking into her own beard,

“Because I was too blind to see what was happening right under my nose.” she replied, her voice tight, “Hate me all you want, Llachlan, but I will not deny the fact that I still love you.”

Lachlan’s scowl lifted into surprised shock as his mother’s words finally reached him. His heart ached. How could he have allowed himself to be manipulated into believing that the one person who loved him so unconditionally despised his existence? And yet, there was still a part of him that couldn’t bring himself to forgive her. Not yet. Instead, Lachlan settled for a grumble and nodded to Pal-El,

“Well, since ye’re here, ye might as well fix this idiot.” he grumbled. Meredith simply smiled sadly at him, then turned her attention to the warforged that was patiently waiting for her attention.

#aquadestinyswriting #titan fighting fantasy #the ouroboros of destiny #flash fiction friday #pal-el #llachlan bloodvein #meredith gruksdottir #character death mention tw #implied ritual sacrifice tw #implied neglect tw

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witchofthesouls · 1 year

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Hi there! I wanted to ask about the Rudis ask, if you could comment more about the TFP-Soundwave option? All your fic ideas are lovely! Have a nice day :) !!

When it comes down to it, I just really want to delve down into the mythos that the Aligned universe gave us.

TFP in general seems to pull a lot of influence from Ancient Greek and Roman culture and mythos as well as pulling from Judeo-Christian roots.

I mean, there's so much going on, and yet... It feels undersold or fallen wayside. Even though it's all right there!

The War kicked off exponentially when the High Council named Orion Pax as the next Prime

The Autobots on Earth fell apart without Optimus

Questions about the role of the Matrix of Leadership: Is Orion Pax and Optimus Prime completely separate entities?

The Primal Artifacts and their immense power (and Megatron's willingness to desecrate a Prime's corpse)

Smokescreen getting worked up when Ratchet question Optimus' decision to destroy the only thing that could revive their homeworld

Fucking Unicron sleeping in Earth's core

And this is just the top of my head.

So being a Prime isn't just a leadership position, but has some deeply religious/mythical divine status akin to a mortal God-king.

And the sheer fact that Megatron managed to oppose an actual Prime chosen by the damn Matrix itself, just shows how much of a force of personality and charisma the guy is as well as how much faith he inspired in his own people.

There is so much more that could have been done, especially since people are biting for more lore on Decepticon culture. Like FUUUUUUUU-

There seems to be a fandom take that Decepticons are either atheists or deeply reject religion as opposed to the very pious Autobots. That doesn't seem to work in the Aligned universe.

There should be sects and cults surrounding the Thirteen Primes, especially with the theme of the triads and duos: Prima and Megatronus. Megatronus and Solus. Liege Maximo, Megatronus, and Solus. Prima, Alpha Trion, and Alchemist Prime. (Like where's the rest of the myths and parables? )

Shoot, secret ones!

So hear me out, what if Megatron was the rallying call for the Decepticons because the Fallen was considered the patron of the oppressed? He was the Prime of Chaos, the closest to the Unicron by Primus' own hand, the Undefeated.

It was said that he and Solus were lovers, so is it too much of a step that they were the First Conjunx?

I am the one within all of you, little brother.

From Prima to Thirteen. From those forged within Solus and those that rise from below. In the deep Wilds touched by none and the very spark of our fledgling civilization.

Amalgamous may share the claim to Nature with his beastly shapes, but I am the Shadow to the Light, the unfettered Instinct without Rationality, the Unmaker upon our Creator, the Beast of Madness that dwells within everyone and everything.

Even you, quicksilver and trickster, cannot deny my Domain. Not even Prima, the Eldest of us all, can deny my power.

-- excerpt of a WIP where Megatronus Prime answers Liege Maximo's questions on his wanderings and leeway to everywhere

Megatron walking away from the High Council would cement his position among his people -the downtrodden, the lower castes, the lost and forlorn -the "Uncrowned Prime." He had purposely invoked the Fallen's name since he needed the ferocious strength to force change in society. Megatronus is the only Prime to remain victorious against all foes; his siblings didn't force him to yield, Megatronus Prime willingly laid down his arms and exiled himself.

It would explain the fanatical devotion and outpour of support against Optimus, the chosen official Prime, especially with the religious angle of Prima slighting Megatronus once more should the Matrix be explicitly connected to the first Prime. And then there's the fact that Prima was a founding father of Cybertronian civilization, so there's the slant of "rebel and tear down the established regime!"

The very name of the Decepticons could have been a hail to Megatronus' companionship with Amalgamous and Liege Maximo, both Primes were mainly tricksters. (In the gladiatorial clades, they were often invoked for victory.)

TFP Soundwave isn't just the Decepticon, he's Megatron's Decepticon. Whatever Megatron wants, he does. Soundwave put down Airachnid when she tried to set the Nemesis off Earth.

I've seen takes where Soundwave is deeply in love with Megatron or the ghost of the old Megatron, and that's why he stayed even when there's nothing left but dust. I've seen a take where Megatron sets fire to Cybertron as a "love song" in a style to mimic how Megatronus and Solus changed Cybertron.

I have yet to see a deeply faithful/religious Soundwave seeing Megatron as a Sign from his chosen God/Prime to hold the match, prep the gas, and start a firestorm. He essentially used his rudis as kindling upon the altar of Megatronus Prime; Wilds and Passion and Madness Incarnated. (And seeing the Decepticons take back cities and planet, Dark Energon zombies, and Megatron's multiple resurrections from the dead or near death, Soundwave's fucking deep in devotion.)

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ultimate-artificial · 3 months

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Ultron and X-23 (Laura Kinney) are still battling it out to see who will be the last person to make it in the poll (please send me propaganda to determine who makes it to the poll proper) but here's the otherwise full list of submissions!

Aigis (Persona 3) Mewtwo (Pokemon) Tron (Tron) Shadow the Hedgehog (Sonic series) Star Dream (Kirby) Ortho Shroud (Twisted Wonderland) Blade Wolf (Metal Gear Rising Revengeance) Homura (Atelier Shallie) Guilmon (Digimon Tamers) KOS-MOS (Xenosaga Trilogy) Altina and Milium Orion (The Legend of Heroes: Trails of cold steel) Zane (Ninjago) Lord Imperious Delirious (Transformers) "Chatty" Stick (Armored Core 6) Flapjack (The Owl House) Sonny (I, Robot (2004)) Diana Prince (DC Comics) Frankenstein's monster (Frankenstein) Flubber (Flubber) Stitch (Lilo & Stitch) Modeus (Suitor Armor) Mitsuki (Naruto) Incarceron (Incarceron) Data (Star Trek) Cortana (Halo) GlaDOS (Portal) Nemu Kurotsuchi (Bleach) The One Ring (Lord of the Rings) AMEE (Red Planet (2000)) Barbie (Barbie) HAL 9000 (2001: A Space Odyssey)

Characters whose name is in bold is one that I need a lot more propaganda for but I'm accepting propaganda for any. Feel free to gush about your fav as I set up the actual bracket! (which should be up in a few days)

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March! This was very close to being 3 hours, 31 minutes but then some cool new tracks released so they were added and we ended at 3:35.

Anyway, obvi the primary goal here was to include 'Brutus' by The Buttress as track fifteen. Ides, babyyyy. Really tried to work a lot of Ides of March and March as Spring in here. I felt very clever opening with De La Soul's 'The Magic Number' (it's three like the month).

I encountered some new and old faves this month, always stoked to find new bands and to discover new covers - Grace Slick covering 'Nature Boy,' do you KNOW how amped teen me would have been??!! Overall this might be the most "concept album" of monthly playlists I've done and I'm quite pleased with it! Also this cover is maybe my current favourite thing.

Anyway here's a link to March's playlist on Spotify, with the track list below the cut.

And also embedded, if you like that sort of thing:

'The Magic Number' - De La Soul

Poison' - Bell Biv DeVoe

'Sussudio - 2016 Remaster' - Phil Collins

'Change the Channel' - Cheryl Lynn

'I Don't Wanna Stop (feat. Kylie Auldist)' - The Bamboos

'Spooky (Single Version)' - Dusty Springfield

'Groove Is In The Heart / California Girls' - Crocodiles

'kiss me thru the phone' - Skatune Network

'Mr. Brightside' - Izzy Perri

'Vitamin C - 2004 Remastered Version' - CAN

'8 Million Stories' - A Tribe Called Quest

'Bored' - Ari Abdul

'Nobody Wants to Die a Martyr' - Dead On A Sunday

'Afilando Los Cuchillos' - Residents de calle

'Brutus' - The Buttress

'The Quick & The Dead' - Ladyhawke

'The Court - Dark-Side Mix' - Peter Gabriel

'Things I Don't Remember' - Ugly Casanova

'Napolese' - Ochre

'Narcissist, Baby (Altruistic Mix) - Cal's Version)' - Boy Jr.

'No One's Gonna Know' - Tristen

'Spring Break' - Bart Graft

'EYES' - The Blaze

'Strange Overtones' - David Byrne

'A Ghost Story' - Nick Lutsko

'Nature Boy' - Grace Slick

'Cloudbusting' - Kate Bush

'Saint Jimmy O' - Bonus Track' - Cobalt Chapel

'I Feel Love - Edit' - Disco Culture

'We Can Get Down' - A Tribe Called Quest

'Infinite Realm of Incomprehensible Suffering' - Clown Core

'Love Lasts Forever' - All Saints

'What Do You Do When Love Dies' - Dusty Springfield

'Heavy Metal' - Bart Graft

'Cloudbreak' - Ochre

'Bangalter: Mythologies: XIII. Le Minotaure' - Thomas Bangalter

'Quick Decisions' - Izzy Perri

'Paper Unicorn' - Ochre

'Deeper Shadows' - Jaakko Eino Kalevi

'Hopelessly Devoted to You' - The Orion Experience

'Hooves' - Sir Chloe

'Dammit (After Dark)' - Dead On A Sunday

'HAZE' - The Blaze

'Red Rain' - Peter Gabriel

'Post Hero' - Kettel

'$1 One Vote!' - The The

'Diadems' - Megadeth

'Lay Low' - Tiësto

'Kyrie' - Mr. Mister

'Purgatory' - Tyler Childers

'Fast As You Can' - Fiona Apple

'Tether Beat' - Twin Shadow

'Dreamland' - Dreamtale

'To the Throat' - Feminazgul

'So Happy I Could Die' - Lady Gaga

'Échame La Culpa' - Luis Fonsi

'Eye For An Eye (Single from John Wick: Chapter 4 Original Motion Picture Soundtrack)' - Rina Sawayama

#meche makes playlists #syndicated from subscription sites #playlists #this is my new favourite playlist cover #Spotify

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lionroot · 10 months

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The Transliminal Synergy Expedition - RuNV Codex

In the darkened shroud of the night, the Arc Voyager 'Beacon' punctured the shadows of Rutilance, its glowing amber light a solitary source of illumination. The ship was more than just a mere transport; it was a bulwark of hope and a haven for its diverse human crew. Aboard this beacon of fortitude sailed Orion, a stalwart warrior, Elara, an intelligent archaeologist, and Kael, a battle-hardened soldier, navigating the tempestuous ocean of darkness.

Their united quest revolved around a mythical artifact: the Golem's Core. A relic of immeasurable power, the core was believed to encapsulate the primitive essence of the universe. Its power, much like a double-edged sword, held the capacity to either propagate life or wreak havoc, contingent on its wielder. It was this formidable power that they were determined to shield from the claws of the feared demons.

"Can we rely on its efficacy, Orion?" Elara queried, her gaze affixed to the ship's digital console — a sophisticated device that charted their expedition, basing their trajectory on the coordinates she had deduced from age-old scriptures. Her gear, brimming with digital drives and scientific apparatus, was a silent testament to her role as the Beacon's chief navigator and in-house archaeologist.

"I trust your deductions implicitly, Elara," responded Orion, his hand deftly navigating the ship's control panel, steering the Beacon proficiently through the treacherous terrain.

Meanwhile, Kael observed his comrades, a spark of unyielding resolve flickering in his eyes. His battle-scarred gear silently bore witness to their ongoing resistance against the demons.

Their voyage was riddled with threats and uncertainties. The pursuit of the Golem's Core had drawn them into the wild frontiers of Rutilance, with every destination testing their grit and their hold on hope. Despite the hardships they encountered, their willpower stood unscathed. The Heart Shards of the Beacon, the very lifeblood of their ship, pulsed with an energy that echoed their combined resolve.

During a night of particularly perilous navigation, Elara lifted her gaze, her voice a mere murmur, "Orion, can we actually turn the tables on the demons with the core?"

"We must, Elara. Survival is not our sole aim; it's about exacting vengeance and amplifying our might to push back these demons.” ——- This is part of a world I’m building called Rutilance under Night’s Veil that I intend to make into a Video Game -

Here are Other Excerpts of the World

Liminal Thresholds - https://www.artstation.com/artwork/Ry5DJE

Summit Sentinals - https://www.artstation.com/artwork/qeO25y

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puppetmaster13u · 2 months

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The Family!

All on a 3am snack run, about to terrorize some idiots. Or the local vigilantes if its a crossover. Could they hypothetically go shopping at any time in any dimension? Yes. Do they accidentally became 3am cryptids? .... Perhaps...

From left to right: Ellie (16, Moon Core) Algor/Tiny Ghost (4, Light Core) Draco/Perfect Clone (1, Ice Core) Jordan (13, Sun Core) Rigel/Monster Ghost (6, Earth Core) Orion/Bedsheet Ghost (9, Shadow Core)

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passingthroughthenorthstar · 3 months

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Is there any other place on the underground besides the ruins, snowdin, the dunes, waterfall, hotland, the core, and new home? Like, is there more down there?

"It was more of a poem, but it always spooked me as a kid thinkin' bout it."

"Beneath the Ruins and the Snow, hidden from the Dunes and the Waterflow, rumors of the darkest depths spread through the Underground."

"There is still a lot we don't know about our home, with the King urging us to never roam. Too far from the light you stray, and the darkness consumes you away."

"But that isn't all, no no, far from the truth. Concealed from Hotland an' the Core, right underneath New Home, shadow monsters laid dormant. Beneath the ground all alone."

"No one has seen these monsters before, and those who have refuse to share. But one thing is for certain... The darkness is always watching you, waiting to strike and snare."

"As a kid, that poem scared me so badly that I couldn't go ta sleep without glowin' outta fear. Orion often helped me calm down b'fore we got those glowy wall stars humans had."

"Even nowadays, I still can't help but get paranoid thinkin' that the darkness has one of those monsters in wait..."

#starlo answers 🌟#underblog💛#long posts 📋#Lore 📔

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giulzart · 5 months

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Thought I'd share some of the stuff I wrote about Violet, art stuff will come soon but I've been busy irl 😖

For context these were Violet's thought after chosing to ride the bus together with Soft Violence.

Also for bonus Violet has a secret crush for Orion AND still is in love with Seven, no matter either route she's on

I'll put it under the cut so I can spare those not interested!

Violet munches down on Devyn's words while she hangs back, outside the bus they are now going to share with Soft Violence because she chose to. The choice should've been a hard one but in the end it really wasn't. Not even in the slightest. At least not for Velvet Solstice's lead singer. Violet had already made up her mind the moment the words started to leave the mouth of Viktor White.

Soft Violence.

No doubt. No further questions needed. Violet honestly thought it wasn't even something they had to ask. In her head it was the only option. She didn't even turn it into a vote as she would usually. Especially since it's a decision that will affect all of them. That will affect Velvet Solstice and their future as a band in this competition.

In the end Violet is selfish and she knows. She could pretend that she's doing it because she feels guilty for skipping the fight at the party - she does feel guilty - or because she knows Rowan is still visibly worked up about the whole situation. Without counting out all the allegations that came after, that hang over their heads like a guillotine. She's fucking pissed that someone would even think they don't deserve their spot. Violet is a liar but not a cheater.

Aren't they one and the same? Aren't you?

She casts away the thought quickly. Violet is no martyr, nor she has any wishes to be one. If she thought logically, choosing Soft Violence - Seven - in the long run is actually the worst decision ever. Yes, it's been years but the implications, the not-said linger in the air like a ticking bomb just waiting for a spark to go off. A kamikaze move that could jeopardize both their bands - Seven and hers - into the competion. She doesn't want that, no matter how much she pretends otherwise.

But again, Violet is a selfish creature at its core, so she chose like any of those pesky things do. The opportunity too delicious, too inviting to pass up. Not when it's been three years and four - maybe five - months since she last saw Seven Lawless in person. Or so she thinks. She stopped keeping the exact count after the first year and a half.

Violet can't dismiss that Seven's presence still haunts her today. In the faces of strangers that don't quite look like him at all, but her mind recognizes something of his to latch onto. Never quite right but similar enough. A shadow of him forever lives in between the walls of her second-floor apartment. In the old sheets that she washed and changed a thousand time, but still manage to startle her awake at night every now and then. Minty scent brushing against the nape of her neck. Thoughts of him are scattered in between the pages of her notebook. Angry and jagged sentences and regret and hurt marking the white paper. In the hollow space behind her ribcage that she still deals with to this day. A piece of her gone forever that he took for himself when he left her and the band behind.

She shudders at the thought. Right now she would just like to spend a couple of hours cooped up inside her bathtub, smoking and trying to untangle the mass that are her feelings. Her skin itches and she represses the urge of scratching it. Instead she presses her nails in her biceps, the sensation of the pressure taking her attention away. She kicks a lone peeble by her feet and watches as it scurries on the concreate. Violet hopes that it'll take away all the nasty mudding her head. It doesn't. Of course it doesn't.

She looks up at her reflection in the bus' windows. The blue of her eyes clouded, nervous. She's scared. Vulnerable. She hates beign this way and she looks away. Teeth worring on her bottom lip.

She can hear voices coming from inside so she looks back again. Violet barely makes out Orion's silhouette while Rowan is trying to fist-bump his shoulder. Iris snikers and Devyn and August politely try to stiffle their laughters. She lets out a sigh of relief. The tension in her shoulder lessening as she lowers her arms by her side. She'll never admit it out loud but thank god Orion came when he did. He's been a constant for the band - for her - ever since. She's quite sure that her manager will never understand the extent of the gratefullness she feels towards him. Just as much the same she feels for her friends. Her true family.

She looks down at her feet, her new vinyl boots shining in her face. Her mouth twists as thoughts run around like a carousel in her mind. The beginning of a headache already building in the back of her head. The unpleasant pulsing behind her eyes a familiar sign.

You better not fuck this one up, Violet.

She takes one more breath, rolls her shoulder and straightnes her back. She's finally gaining back her control. Violet slips her practised mask back one as she starts to make her way into the bus. A stray thought crossing her mind when she catches the familiar sight of a red bandana further back.

This tour is such a bad idea.

#violet rose #infamous oc #infamous violet #infamous if #my english is not great so I might have eff up some words or tenses #idk hope you enjoyed it #now i'll skadaddle byeee

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uroborosymphony · 1 year

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FOR @ECLAVIGNE ⬩ 26 FEBRUARY 2023 ⬩ MIDNIGHT

In the heart of the night, the core of winter, the wind was cold, made of ice. The trees and leaves, dancing under the breeze as the lamia was standing still, only these white locks of hers floating around her frame like Medusa. Calixtus Orion. The Witch Killer, Traitor of the Night. Her name and her titles were on the lips and fangs of every single creature of the night in 19th century during the Great War against the Witches and the Order of the Knights. Fierce and feared, she was a conquerant. Two centuries have passed then, with its battles, its sorrows, its peaces and pains. Hasn't she lost her mind after the great defeat - cutting her own head, slicing her own flesh and limbs with her own sword she kept on pulling from her shadows, over and over, for a hundred nights of red moon say the tales. Desperate. Humiliated. Damned to live with the weight of her mere existence. It's just Calista now. Many would have thought the 12th daughter of Hecate did give up on her quests and journeys however, at the dawn of the 21st century, her thirst for new battles were now running under her skin. The unexpected have made its way to modern times. New powers she has witnessed from Sons and Daughters of the Gods who got reincarnated among the humans. It became part of a new plan of hers : to steal the said powers and use these them to fulfill her ultimate goal : her end. To achieve that, she was ready to open the doors of Hell again. Vine. She often thinks of the Ruler himself. Could he be an ally, again? Certain not. Her hatred for a man who enslaved her soul and made a fool out of her TWICE was still burning, even 200 years later. It wasn't his help she would ask for tonight, no, but something completely degrading : to finally work for him. Ugh. The vampiric creature she was had no choice, in order to carry on her new obsessions she had to reconnect with the World of the Night , the one she has rejected like her own skin. She needed to walk down the underworld realms again, to re open these doors, to be aware of what was happening among the creatures of fires and eveil, to see if the new generations of Witches have rebuilt themselves after the massacre she orchestred, to taste the waters and wonder if the ghouls and vampires were still oh so fond of her.. or Not. It did take her days and days before finally accepting that : yes she had to summon him, the King, and so she does, at the top of this hill she was standing on. A call the lamia knew he would answer. In her black attire, she feels him, in her back and a smirk is drawn on her lips, her fang showing, as nontchalently she looks above her shoulder.

"Vous, ici?"

All languages could be spoken in between the two hellish beings, languages from both the earthling realms and the underworld ones as they mastered all of them. Her choice was always inspired by one of their adventures. French, for the in 1845, from the Atlantic lands of the French coasts to the Eurasian mountains for the as a new race of Blood Witches was birthed among the humans - They, of course, exterminated the entire line to the womb. Have she changed? Her skin remained untouched, immaculate, undamageable. Her hair however, turning more and more white as she was becoming more and more powerful through her blood empowerment. And her eyes, these golden orbs of hers, telling a different story, heavier, darker. Vine met her when she was 400 years old only, the lamia freshly turned 600 this year.

"My My. Greedy for my presence, are we? Do not tell me you have missed my fangs and claws in such unbearable ways you would come and get me like this, Demon? How Scandalous."

It was one of her usual games, out of playfulness, to pretend she did not just summon him. Her signature smirk on her lips as the lamia slowly turned around, her sharp eyes examinating him, standing face to face. There were only two creatures Calista considered her equals in these realms, and well, Vine was one of them. That was the most infuriating part, to her, how despite his betrayals and her constant day dreams about killing him, they would always and constantly end up side by side. Which, in a anti logical and twisted Calista way, meant she respected him.

"I have thought of your offer, Earl. The one presented to me on our last encounter in the meadows near rivers of my own blood. The atmosphere in your offices must feel terribly monotonous without a presence as delightful as mine. It is about time I explore new playgrounds, don't you believe? I'm taking the job. Take me there. Show me what you have. "

#I love love love trying anime fc for this verse #Kiss Shot is the character I based Calista on so it's SUCH a pleasure #Also I'm kinda into them #Besties :)#A sleepover with Vine and Calista be war crimes and horse riding <3 #Laughing at my own comments that's enough #셋 𝐂𝐀𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓𝐀 / the immortal.#셋 𝐂𝐀𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓𝐀 / interactions.

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Happy Worldbuilding Wednesday! Are there any parts of your worldbuilding you've put a lot of thought too but aren't the focus of your story? Bless us with some.

Hey Sgt. Narwhal, thank you for the ask!

Oh ho ho boy, there's a lot I could use in this answer. One thing I'll stick to (to keep this relatively short) are the spacecraft engines used in-universe. Unlike current-day rockets in our world, which use chemical propellants like liquid oxygen, hydrogen, kerosene, ammonium sulfate, hydrazine and many others. While many smaller and older ships (like the characters' main ship, the Dowager Caroline) still use these fuels, the majority of modern-day large spacecraft use fusion-powered engines, mostly those using Helium-3/deuterium reactions. Helium-3 is found on Earth in extremely small concentrations (about 7 parts per trillion), but is up to 2,500 times more plentiful in lunar regolith, with concentrations as high as 50-60 parts per billion in permanently shadowed craters. It's still not very easy to find (on average, it'd take 15 tons of mined regolith to extract a gram of He3). It's incredibly efficient though - using some (admittedly quite clumsy) back-of-the napkin estimations, I figure that around 18-20 tons of helium-3 would be enough to power the entirety of the United States for a year. As you can imagine, that's a lot of power in a comparatively miniscule amount of reaction material. As a result, it's used extensively to meet Earth's power generation needs, along with solar power (both space-based and ground-based), wind farms, hydropower and the last deposits of fossil fuels. Helium-3/deuterium fusion is also much less wasteful and is an aneutronic reaction, meaning that neutron radiation (which is very harmful and difficult to shield against) is practically non-existent. This is ideal for space travel, as helium-3/deuterium fusion is far more efficient than deuterium-tritium, and doesn't require heavy radiation shielding that compromises the size and abilities of spacecraft. While the technology is relatively new in White Sky, having only been around since the early/mid-2070s, it's already seeing widespread use. The Konstantin Tsiolkovsky, ELTO's purpose-built spacecraft for a manned mission to Saturn, uses a prototype magnetized target fusion reactor. This uses electromagnetic acceleration system to confine the fusion fuel, increasing density and temperature for higher thrust and efficiency.

An important measurement in this case is specific impulse (Isp). Isp is the measure of how efficiently a reaction mass engine (like a jet or rocket) uses fuel, like miles per gallon is used for cars. Isp is measured in the number of seconds it takes for the propellant and engine mass to accelerate itself at one Earth-gravity, or 1g. Different fuel sources and engines have different levels of Isp: the AJ10-190 used on the Space Shuttle's orbital Maneuvering System and the European Service Module in NASA's current Orion spacecraft is propelled by Aerozine-50 (a mix of hydrazine propellants) for an Isp of 316 seconds in vacuum. The Rocketdyne RS-25s, used as the main engines for the Space Shuttle and Space Launch System (SLS) use hydrogen and liquid oxygen, with an Isp of 453s in vacuum. Solid-core nuclear engine concepts like NASA's NERVA have much higher Isps of roughly ~850 to 1000s, while xenon-based ion thrusters like NASA's NEXT-C engine used on the recent DART asteroid redirect space probe have much greater efficiencies of ~4,000s, with the European DS4G accelerated ion grid engine estimated to reach 21,000s. The prototype fusion engine on board the Tsiolkovsky has a specific impulse of roughly 65-70,000 seconds. This allows it to accelerate for periods of several days/weeks depending on fuel load, eventually having enough speed to reach Saturn in roughly nine months, compared to around eight years for a traditional chemical rocket.

Of course, mining Helium-3 isn't all sunshine and rainbows and high-tech utopian dreams. It's still an extremely arduous process, undergone in an extremely hostile environment which can prove quickly fatal after the slightest of mistakes. It's also a limited resource - current estimates predict that the entirety of the lunar surface contains 1-1.5 million tons of He3. Experts predict this source will run out around 3500 to 4000 AD - considerably longer than fossil fuels and still many centuries into the future, but still finite.

(Author's note: apologies for the amount of infodumping and scientific jargon - I tried to keep my explanations as simple as possible while showcasing that the technology in White Sky is based on real-world physics, spaceflight projections and technological possibilities. Hope you enjoyed!)

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