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Chemistry is making me sad, so I'm gonna ramble about something @mk-writes-stuff and I were talking about!

The Cloud People

The Cloud People are Illaros's aliens... kind of. They got their start about a thousand years before the start of Honor's Outcasts, during the War of Conquest. Back then, the young Republic was carving a bloody path through the south of the Iarlan continent, pillaging and enslaving as they went. The nations of the south fought back, of course, but by the time the horror that was the one-day Siege of Lanokos took place, it was a losing battle. People were getting desperate. They needed a way to escape.

Here's where we meet the wealthy merchant, Suruk Baijahreet. Suruk was a third-generation human immigrant living in the hobgoblin city of Koptet. For many years, he'd made money by delivering his goods via rune controlled balloons, flown by pilots he'd trained himself. It was a novel technology, but one this pillar of the community made good use of.

When the Republic came knocking, Suruk knew he needed to find a way to save his people. He researched bigger and better flying machines as the army closed in. Despite the fact that the Republic was a human nation and Suruk was a human, his heart belonged to Koptet and the people of the city helped him in any way they could. By the time the Republic army made it to the city walls, just about the entire population lifted off in a fleet of what were Illaros's first zeppelins. And by god they weren't coming back down.

The war continued to rage below, but now, the people of Koptet were safe in the sky. They had stores of food and could send smaller craft down to scrounge when those stores ran low. They assumed, eventually, the war would calm down and they could return to sift through the ashes. However, for a hundred years, they were wrong.

By the time the War of Conquest ended, most people living in New Koptet, or what was coming to simply be called the Flying City, had been born up there. Suruk's son, Yazid, served as the city's navigator now. They had established a new form of democratic government, and even elements of new religion and language. They liked it in the sky. With a better vantage point for their fancy telescopes, they saw the other planets and wondered if they might make one of those their home.

For two hundred more years, the Flying City lurked in Illaros's atmosphere, occasionally coming down to trade with some remote Janazi islands. The many smaller crafts were consolidated into one massive structure. A winged, wooden behemoth with great fans and sails to keep it aloft, constantly orbited by smaller zeppelins. The Flying City is roughly twice the size of a very large cruise ship and holds 14,000 people. Eventually, their mages figured out how to protect the ship from the ravages of space, how to renew their air, and how to travel at incredible speeds. With that, the Flying City left Illaros, excited to see what the other planets held.

They did indeed find some cool stuff out there - aliens, most notably. They traded and mingled curiously with the blue-skinned Daramaktians and crystalline Hal'lahris. Some people from these planets joined the Flying City, bringing fresh blood and new cultures to the nomadic vessel. The blue Daramaktian blood bred especially true, leading to most modern people of the Flying City having a navy tint.

Really, the only reason they have to return to planets at all is because they have no way to produce their own food. Also, they've sort of embraced their role as mysterious merchants now. The folk of Illaros call them Cloud People because they descend from the clouds bearing strange gifts on exchange for canned produce. No one remembers the mythic flight of Koptet anymore, and even if they did, they'd be hard pressed to recognize the Flying City as the same place. Most of the population has mixed alien blood, many worship the Daramakt or Hal'lah gods along with the old Koptet religion, which has been long wiped out on Illaros by now. There's still a Baijahreet at the helm, even all these centuries later. Captain-Queen Jawen Baijahreet is well liked by her people as the head of their Citizens' Council. There is still a statue of her distant ancestor, Suruk, standing proudly at the bow.

But yeah, that's what's up with the Cloud People. I like them an inordinate amount considering they don't feature at all into my books other than Ivander’s absent mother being one of them. Yes, that does mean he has blue blood because he's part alien.

Hope you like this and lmk if you have any questions!

And go have a bitchin day <3

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get-your-fics · 2 years

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everyone wants to make yandere riddler hc's but what about yandere READER???? what if the reader is batshit insane and OBSESSED with riddler? what if the reader has been stalking his account and watching his videos? what if the reader figured out who he was before the Batman and "courted" him, offering him complete loyalty and promised to break him out of Arkham when he got caught?

sorry to ramble but I'm insane and I want the riddler to be afraid of ME

Why Aren't You Scared of Me?

Summary: Birds of a feather flock together.

Pairing: Edward Nashton x yandere!gn!reader

Word count: 736

Warnings: Obsessive behavior, stalking, threats of violence

A/N: i'm all here for batshit insane reader!!! please enjoy :)

For the first time since putting on the mask, Edward was scared.

Someone was leaving gifts for him. The last few days, he came back to the apartment to find flowers, then a box of chocolates, and then a teddy bear, each accompanied by a card with a riddle on it written in his code.

But it’s not like they were just waiting for him on the doorstep, oh no. They were inside the apartment, which meant not only had this person managed to locate his den of secrets no one knew about, but they had broken in despite the several deadbolts on the door.

Whoever this person was, they were dangerous, and Edward didn’t like that.

But worse than that, he didn’t know what they wanted. There were too many unknowns factoring into the equation, too many variables that could put his whole plan at risk, and he’d been planning it out down to the last detail for far too long for it to fall apart right before the finish.

Edward made his way to Colson’s car, looking over his shoulder the whole time. He didn’t like feeling vulnerable, like there were eyes watching his every move and he could be preyed upon at any moment. He was used to being the predator lurking in the shadows, not the other way around.

It was easy enough to pick the lock on the car door. All it took was a paper clip and some elbow grease. Edward slid into the backseat and hunkered down, awaiting Colson’s arrival.

“I knew I’d find you here.”

Edward’s pulse started to race at the sound of the voice. He wasn’t alone. There was someone else in the car with him.

He shot up and turned to see a figure in the very back. He couldn’t make out their features, their face obscured in darkness. “How’d you find me?”

They crossed their arms over the back of the seat. “I figured the DA would be your next target, since he’s on Falcone’s payroll.”

Edward’s face paled. “You know Falcone’s the rat?”

“Duh.” They shrugged. “A rat with wings? That’s obviously a falcon. I’m surprised Batman hasn’t put it together yet.”

He leaned away from them. “Who are you?” He eyed the door handle. “What do you want from me?”

“Woah, calm down! I’m not gonna hurt you!” They laughed, and it sent chills down his spine. “I’m a fan! I’ve been following you online. I’m sorry I went about it this way, but I couldn’t wait to meet you any longer, Ed.”

He swallowed hard, the hairs on the back of his neck raised. “You know my name?”

The yellow glow of a street lamp outside cast shadows across their face, and he could see their lips curl into a wide grin. “I know lots of things about you, Edward Nashton. Like that you’re a forensic accountant, you grew up in Gotham Orphanage, you’re the reason it burned down…"

His back bumped against the front seat, his heart pounding so hard in his chest he could hear it in his ears. He had no where to go. He was trapped.

“So, what do you have in store for the DA, hm? What trap will you ensnare him in?” When he didn’t say anything, they continued, “Aw, come on! You can trust me. I’ve come this far, haven’t I?"

His eyes shifted right to left, scanning for a potential escape route. “I don’t think I can tell you that.”

They rested their chin in their hand. “And I don’t think you have a choice.”

His eyes narrowed behind his oversized glasses. “Are you threatening me?”

There was a mischievous light in their eyes. “You’ve seen what I’m capable of.” They tilted their head. “Do you really want to take your chances?”

Their eyes locked, each one staring the other down in a silent grab for power. Unfortunately, they were right. They may be insane, but they’ve clearly proven they weren’t stupid, and he didn’t think they’d confront him without being prepared if he reacted badly to their advances.

Edward broke eye contact when he noticed Colson approaching, digging his keys out of his coat pocket. “Get down!” he hissed, ducking behind the backseat.

They did the same, a victorious smirk spread across their face. He’d deal with them later. First, he had to make sure his plan went off without a hitch.

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