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[zeroloop]

TopTes TS-710 Luxmetro Digitale

Luxmetro Portatile con Sensore Rotato di 180º, Schermo LCD Retroilluminato, Unità Lux/FC, per Interni LED ed Esterni per Piante – Batteria Inclusa Questo e un luxmetro digitale e uno strumento digitale di misura dell’illuminamento per ambienti, nella confezione di vendita troviamo: tre batterie, mini stilo (AAA) i sacchetto per trasporto e manuale istruzioni. Il luxmetro e in plastica, nella…

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[erwinw]

Lux Meter: Alat Penting untuk Mengukur Intensitas Cahaya

Lux meter adalah alat yang digunakan untuk mengukur intensitas cahaya atau kecerahan suatu area. Alat ini sangat penting dalam berbagai bidang, seperti fotografi, pencahayaan, dan industri. Dalam artikel ini, kita akan membahas lebih lanjut tentang lux meter dan kegunaannya. Apa itu Lux Meter? Lux meter adalah alat yang digunakan untuk mengukur intensitas cahaya dalam satuan lux. Satuan lux…

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[instrumentsmeco]

Importance of the Lux Meter and its Advantages

A Lux meter is also known as a light meter. There are two types of lux meters: analogue lux meters and digital lux meters. Nowadays, digital lux meters are commonly used in comparison to analogue lux meters. So let's dig deeper into the fact and understand its importance and advantages-

What is Lux Meter?

Lux is a unit which is used to measure light intensity. The tool used to calculate luminance flux per unit area is called a light meter or flux meter. In other words, it is a tool designed to evaluate the level of lighting in a particular space. This is a method to quantify how intense an image is as seen by the human eye. Measurement of illumination is the amount of light flux dispersed over a specific area. The quantity of light that can be seen in a particular area. The amount of light flux was previously measured with analogue meters. Radiometric technology is developing these meters. The fact that these analogue meter measurements were frequently inaccurate was one of their main drawbacks, which led to the necessity for digital flux meters.  However, digital lux meters are available in premium ranges. These meters are equipped with the most recent technology, allowing them to detect even the smallest light flux output from any surface.

What is the importance of Digital Lux Meters?

Basic operator inputs are frequently included in digital types. Many digital types include configurable detection ranges and the ability to save measurements. The use of digital meters has simplified things.

Especially when dealing with numerous lights or background lighting. The flash is also simple to measure. It is simple to use according to ISO.

The intensity of the shine as seen by human eyes is measured using this. This tool is useful for determining the lighting intensity in various locations. Its job is to measure and track the amount of light in manufacturing areas, picture labs, and other areas.

In many different industries, a digital lux meter can be used to check if safety standards are being met. With a digital lux meter, you can measure the distance from the light source to the meter. Due to the fact that it uses the human eye to evaluate brightness, this meter is special and significant. For industrial norms, this is crucial. 

Advantages of using Digital Flux Meters

Light meters help calculate the quantity of light you need for a specific shoot and can also be used for other lighting conditions.

The lumen output of a lamp and the distribution of light are both measured by lux meters.

The way the eye perceives things is intimately tied to it.

Task lights and directed luminaires can have their lighting performance accurately measured by digital meters.

Digital flux meters are rather simple to use, affordable to purchase, and simple to calibrate.

You can fully understand and compare the effects of various lighting settings with a lux meter. 

Work of Digital Flux Meter

Utilizing a built-in photodetector, lux meters measure brightness. For maximum exposure, the photodetector is positioned parallel to the light source. A digital LCD or an analogue device can both display readouts. Basic operator inputs are included with digital types. Digital meters offer an adjustable detection range and the ability to save measurements. Photodetectors are made of silicon or selenium, and they control the brightness of solar systems. After that, the light that was captured is transformed into an electrical current, and the lux value is determined by measuring this current.

Summary-

Meco has been building equipment for over 5 decades. Flux meters are among the equipment that has become famous. The flux meter is available in two types- the analogue flux meter and the digital flux meter. Meco understands what consumer needs are. That is why Meco offers Digital Flux meters to meet the market requirements. Due to their ease of use and portability, digital flux meters are more commonly used than analogue ones.

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[buzzlift]

Lux Meters: A Guide to Precision in Light Measurement

Dive into the world of lux meters with our comprehensive guide. From understanding lux measurement to interpreting readings and choosing the right device, discover everything you need to know about measuring light intensity accurately.

#Lux meters #Lux Meter Applications #Light Intensity Measurement #Light Measurement Devices #Measurement Instruments

[mextechin]

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[luxintrus]

Two sides of the same coin (4/?)

The canvas of this world used to be so full of colour. So many shades of beliefs, seemingly forgotten, cast aside for harsher and ever so more contrasting ideas, until the gap between the hues are so large that no bridge can ever be built between them anymore. One second, Lux and RAT were catching up at the Log Cabin after his.. improvised exile, and then the other... "Lux! Drink your fucking invis potion!" RAT shouts hurriedly at her, "They- someone took Astron! They went through the portal, hurry!".

The two rush into the Nether, lowering their tone to near silence as to not alert the kidnappers of their presence. Lux can already recognize the signs of this being the overconfident planning of her two past allies. The invisible & armored kidnappers raise their voice at Astron, demanding them to get into a boat that's on the icy highway leading to the Nether spawn. "They're gonna speed off if we don't tail them", Lux whispers to RAT. "Yeah, no shit Sherlock", RAT replies as the two start booking it onto the highway, dashing through the air and ricocheting off the blood crimson walls, barely keeping up with the kidnappers. They follow the kidnappers back into the overworld, arriving at Smiley's, Blake Winsweep's restaurant. Nox's and Winsweep's invisibility finally runs out, as they take Astron to the basement of the restaurant. Lux and RAT quietly follow them from a safe distance, chugging down their last invisibility potions. They trace the same path Nox and Blake are taking, past an "Employees Only" door leading to an elevator shaft. Nox and Winsweep climb down the elevator shaft, with Astron between the two, getting to the bottom floor of the Restaurant. There's a small intersection, with multiple long hallways, all but one seemingly caved in. The atmosphere is dark and damp, and the area is more reminiscent of a crude mineshaft rather than the basement of a restaurant. At the end of the hallway and past two turns, Nox, Blake and Astron arrive to a room with a table and and a few old chairs, all wooden. A single redstone lamp among many broken ones lights up the room, hanging chains casting shadows on the floor. "Astron, I need you to tell us everything you know about the End Portals" Winsweep demands, "We know how close you are to RAT, he must've told you something about them." Lux and RAT are sneaking right around the corner, listening in to the interrogation. "Why are they questioning Astron about the End Portals? RAT broke them all years ago", Lux thinks to herself. "I've only got 2 minutes of invisibility left", RAT whispers to Lux. She checks her own time, realizing she's about to run out in less then a minute. Nox feels a shiver down their spine as if they sense someone watching them, urging Winsweep to stop talking. "Shit, Lux what did you do?!" RAT whispers to Lux. "Nothing! I didn't make a sou-" Lux trips on a small rock as she's backing up and falls onto the ground. Nox immediately picks up on the thud they heard, and start checking the hallway's every wall and corner. "Get up, we need to run!" RAT urges Lux as he starts sprinting towards the intersection and up the elevator shaft. The sound of Nox's blade dragging along the stone floor echoes throughout the hallway as Lux gets up and starts running to the exit. She might be invisible, but one thing she can't get rid of are the frantic footsteps left behind, exposing her exact location to Nox. "Caught you", Nox thinks to themselves as they dash straight towards Lux. Lux hurriedly tries getting off the hallway, rushing off the side of it into an opening to a large dripstone cave, as Nox catches her by her leg, making Lux trip as her invisibility runs out. She's now hanging upside down, facing several dripstone spikes fifty meters below her, and Nox's grip on her leg being the only thing preventing her from falling. They share no dialogue, but the looks on their eyes communicate their feelings better than any words would in that moment. Nox tries dragging Lux's body back onto the platform with all their force, but Lux takes out her crossbow and shoots an arrow at Nox's arms. The arrow misses, but Nox flinches, letting go of her in the process. As she's falling, Nox can't help but watch in horror as they see Lux picking her own demise over being caught by Nox ever again. Moments later, Lux respawns at the Log Cabin, with a deep and sharp pain in her chest. Nox feels the pain all the same, their subconscious finally realizing how much the two have strayed away from eachother.

#csmp lore #luxintrus #noxintrus #astronyu #doctor4t #winsweep #content smp #takes place during the portal investigation #i hit the character limit so i had to stop colouring the names midway ;-;

[sirowsky-stories]

The Old Prince

Part 13

Author's Note: It's been an intense week for me, my loves, (I quit my job of 9 years!) so this was severely delayed, but here you are!

Description: You're forced to make a really tough decision, and as the war rages, you finally realize what it's gonna take to win.

Rating: Mature 18+ONLY Warnings: Monster Oberyn Martell x Female Reader, AU fic, obviously Halloween themed, reader cusses. Angst. Severe injuries. Word Count: 6427 Author's Masterlist

   You’re not quite sure how Simon’s managing to change the oceans so quickly, unless he’s concentrating all his efforts solely on the Atlantic, not trying to expand in all directions at once. Still, there is a lot of ocean to get through, and he’s advancing terrifyingly fast, turning thousands of square meters of the water into the same goop you saw in the Mexican Gulf, every few seconds.

   This is what allows him to stay at the front of his army, riding a bizarre wave of dead things at the head of his legion, while Oberyn circles above, keeping just under the shadow of the cloud, as if itching to reach new land to destroy.    Seeing him sends shards of glass through your heart. He’s not a spirit, which means your light won’t be able to save him, and you have to be prepared to kill him if you wanna win this war. There’s no other way this ends.

   But no matter how badly changed he is, you still see your beloved prince when you look at him. Your heart won’t stop choosing to see the love he gave you. It just won’t.    His gift will live on in you for as long as you survive this world, and in Day for the rest of all time, which is the only comfort you can find while you stand there in front of the now once more glowing lighthouse, waiting for the storm to hit.

   He is lost. But not gone. You can still save one small part of him.

   The cloud reaches over your heads just as the last rays of sunlight fade from the sky, no doubt a precisely calculated time-plan on Simon’s part, but the dragon pulls back then, remaining above the mass of the army as the gunk which replaces the sea makes landfall.    You guess that he’s being held back so he won’t kill too many people before they can be converted and added to the ranks, but it makes no difference as the island itself rejects their arrival.

   It’s more than a little satisfying to see the Darkling literally fall over when his wave of death is brought to an abrupt stop, as if hitting a wall, once it tries to spill over land.    You can’t help but grin smugly at him when he glares at you while getting back up, which of course, only further angers him.    But there’s no use. The light holds.

   “That’s a neat little trick, Lux. But you won’t keep me out forever,” he growls, and the slight tone of incredulity in his voice tells you this is something he hadn’t anticipated.

   Which must mean your spirit has never managed something like this before.

   “I thought you were the new and improved dark one. The best one ever,” you taunt, feeling a tad superior to have finally found an angle he can’t immediately break through. “I thought you knew all my tricks and had already figured out how to counter them.”

   “Like I said, it’s just a matter of time.”

   You refrain from replying that you can reach around the entire world like this, since angering him further isn’t gonna do you any favors.    Then Oberyn’s flame suddenly drops on you from above. As if spewed from one of those airplanes with water-tanks, used to combat wildfires, it cascades over the entire western coastline.    The dragon is sick of waiting for his cue, it seems.

   You can protect the island from the dark forces, which means he can’t land or swipe at people or animals on the ground, but his fire is just fire. Neither belonging to light nor darkness.    The people aren’t frightened of it, so they just stand there as it hits them, melting their bodies in mere seconds.

   If you don’t do something, the entire island will be destroyed. But the only thing you can do is try to kill the dragon.    The thought fills you with pain and sorrow, and Simon immediately senses it.

   “Poor little Boo. How awful it must be to know you have to kill your lover if you want to save these pitiful people.”

   You can feel him prodding at your mind, trying to slip past the light so he can disrupt your power, but you’ve been down this road before and you’re still immune to him.    Flooding your mind with all the happy memories, all the curious conversations in the beginning of your time at the castle, the immediate connection you’d felt with Oberyn and how it had eventually blossomed into love, you shove Simon out of your being with such force that it once again unbalances him.

   And when the dragon lines up for his next run, you use your connection to all the people around you to increase the strength of your beam, before unleashing it from your chest.    It hits him at the base of his throat before he veers off, but you maintain the beam, chasing after him until you’ve hit him again, leaving a glowing trail along his spine.    He crashes somewhere to the northwest, and the sea of malice swallows him whole.

   It’ll heal him, you know it will. He isn’t nearly damaged enough to be out of the game, but it gives you a while to think. And what you think is that you can’t fight a war by being only defensive.    Your enemy can and will wait practically forever for your barriers to fall. His army isn’t dependent on food and water to survive, whereas yours is.

   The only offensive measure in your arsenal is your light-beam but it won’t be enough to decimate Simon’s forces. You need to find a way to put a weapon in the hands of every living thing you’re connected to. But how?    While you’re working that problem, the Darkling continues to let his evil spread through the ocean, killing millions of water-dwelling creatures in the process, and when you see the black goo travel past the island, you suddenly wonder why your light hasn’t seemed to reach the underwater population at all.

   Reaching out towards Europe, you try to feel if your powers seem to have reached into the landlocked rivers and lakes, but the only answer you find is no.    Which means, given time, all water on the planet will eventually be infected and undrinkable, killing everything no matter how much light you try and infuse things with.    If you can’t find a way to protect the water, you’ll lose.

   You can’t see Caelum anywhere, so you have to assume she’s hiding and waiting for her moment to strike. But you’re also highly aware the other spirits are absent as well, meaning Simon knows you can restore them and is keeping them out of your reach.    Fuck!    You need more time. There are too many unanswered questions.

   Then something unexpected happens. A person on the beach below you loses his light, and the darkness instantly swallows him through the gap in your armor, giving it a foothold on the island. It can’t spread any further unless more people give in to it, but it still worries you.    The dark one must be whispering to them, reaching into their minds just like he tried to do with you and just like you expected him to. But you didn’t expect him to succeed in persuading anyone so quickly. It’s only been minutes…

   One problem at a time, that’s as much as you can work on, and right now, weapons take priority. You need a way to distribute light through something other than yourself.    Another person falls, further inland, leaving a second beast in her place. It writhes and screeches, clawing at the invisible barriers which contain it, already hungry. Desperate to consume.

   Consume… wait, that’s it!    Using your hand, you shoot a highly concentrated beam at the newly formed creature down on the beach, turning him into glowing dust. Your light has now consumed and transformed him, just like the darkness does to the living. Except the dust he becomes also becomes a part of you, because it’s light.

   Out of seemingly nowhere, Caelum suddenly swoops down over you, heading straight for the glowing dust and then beating her wings against it, sending it flying off over the blackened sea.    Taking the opportunity given, you attempt to amplify the light of those little specks as they disperse, and it works.

   Like fireworks, each and every particulate becomes a sizzling little bomb, which when it hits a creature of the dark, multiplies and creates a chain reaction which kills thousands in mere seconds.    Simon manages to stop its rampant progression by throwing masses of thick vines in its path, essentially drowning the fireworks. But this time, you’re the one who can sense his fear growing, because this is an effective weapon, and one he won’t be able to wait out or prevent.

   There’s no reason to hold back, so as soon as the first volley is extinguished, you launch a second one, and Caelum is right there, helping you disperse it with her microbursts of powerful winds. This time, you use both hands separately and aim your beam along as much of the front lines of the dark army as you can endure, before your hands are once again charred.    But it pays off. The chain reaction which follows is massive, destroying at least a tenth of Simon’s army before he can halt it.

   Then, just as the battlefield grows louder with the shrieks of anger from the decimated forces, there’s a rumble from below the semi-solid surface of the black ooze, and then Oberyn comes thrashing out of it.    It holds him back, weighing him down with its oily muck, leaving him struggling to get his wings up, having to beat them hard repeatedly before enough of the shit has been removed to allow him to take off.

   He comes straight at you, fully aware that you’re the one who brought him down and obviously eager to retaliate.    It takes less than a second of seeing his distorted and enraged face glare at you, before your mind reverts into thoughts of grief and despair, and just like earlier, the moment you do, the Darkling pounces and tries to invade your mind.    You’re not threatened by it, but it does scatter your resolve, leaving you frozen.

   It tortures you. Seeing this, knowing that it’s your Oberyn but you’ll never get to see him proudly glide across the skies again. Knowing you’re the one who has to end him.    There isn’t enough light in the universe to keep those thoughts away.    He closes in so fast, and yet it seems to happen infinitely slowly. Jaws wide and the churning heat within, trained solely on you, needing to destroy with such desperation.

   You wonder if there’s more behind it.    His very existence depends on your obliteration, that much is easy to conclude, but somehow, you feel as though this need is fed by more than just the fear of death.    It was the fear of losing you which brought him here, so it stands to reason the same fear is still what ultimately controls him, even if his memories are gone.    But none of this really matters. It’s just thoughts, coming to you now as your own desperation is brought to a head. A last attempt to put off the unthinkable… but inevitable.

   Stop..

   An image flashes before your eyes, obscuring the jaws which are about to reach you, and you hear your own voice whispering inside your head, just as it had sounded back then, while something occurs to you on instinct.    You’d made it stop that day in Detroit. The creature attacking the policemen. But it hadn’t been sunlight you’d put in its way.    Once again you scream the word, not as loud as you can, but with all the might you possess… and the dragon stops.

   He’s brought to a halt so abruptly that he flinches backwards and then crashes down onto the beach below you as if an invisible rope had snared and pulled him down.    You look up, checking if there are reinforcements on the way to try and aid the dragon, only to see Simon’s face contort into pure rage at the sight of his presumed perfect weapon against you flailing as he tries to get back up.    But the monster makes no attempt to help his minion.

   Turning back to Oberyn, your breath is suddenly stifled as pain floods your being with the knowledge of what you’re about to do. He’s helpless to defend himself while you hold him down, pinning him to the sands as you try to prepare. Except there is no preparing for this. No amount of conditioning is going to make this one damned bit easier.    You need to touch him to finish it, so although it’s the last thing you want to do, you start to walk down towards the beach.

   He thrashes against the invisible chains you have wrapped around him, screeching through his ruined throat for his master to save him, but the dark one isn’t going to spare his resources on a lost cause.    Whether he knows what you’re doing or not, he knows he’s powerless to stop it.

   “Shhh…” you soothe, making your way to the once so mighty king of the skies, and his writhing eases up a little. “It’s gonna be alright.”

   By the time you’re standing in front of him, he’s completely stopped moving, laying his head down in the sand, staining the tiny crystals black with the oil that seeps from his ruined skin.

   “It wasn’t the sun which stopped that creature in Detroit,” you explain, even though you know he doesn’t have the ability to understand you anymore.

   You just need to. One last conversation. Your final chance to ever say anything to him again.

   “It was conviction. In that moment, I truly believed myself strong enough to stand up to something so evil. And I believed it so completely, so fiercely, that my voice reached into its dead brain and sparked the idea that maybe there is something more powerful than darkness.    That’s all it took to stop it in its tracks. Just an idea. The barest hint of a flaw in the fabric of reality woven by the evils of this world.”

   Taking one final step, you lay your hands on the tip of his nose, ignoring the thick, oily goo you sink into slightly, and which starts to trickle down your lower arms in sluggish dribbles.

   “Such a simple thing. And yet, I couldn’t convince you of it. Because around you, I didn’t think I had to be that person. With you, I thought I could just be… human,” you shrug unhappily, giving yourself just a few seconds to let the tears fall. “I should’ve known better.”

   He watches you, giving no indication that anything you say is affecting him, and even though you knew it wouldn’t, it still hurts you to know he’ll never look at you with those big brown, adoring eyes again.    Light flows through your hands and your chest, and you watch as he slowly dissolves before your eyes, until all that’s left is the glowing dust. And the love of your life is truly gone.

   Pain overwhelms you, bringing you to your knees, but there’s no longer any fear within you.    The worst thing that could ever have happened, has already happened.

   What’s left is agony and loneliness, but this doesn’t concern you, because you now know those feelings won’t take away your love or your hope. That they don’t eliminate positivity, but each exist alongside one another instead.    You now realize both are born from the same place. Equal parts of the same core, and each vital for the existence of the other.    And this understanding makes you truly untouchable to the Darkling.

   But you can’t force this kind of understanding on other people. It’s not something one can be taught, so there’s no way for you to render others equally untouchable.    Oberyn’s final act was to make you invincible against the darkness, not so that you can singlehandedly stop it, but so that the forces of light will always have a leader.    No matter how long this war rages.

   “You may have temporarily weakened me, Boo,” Simon snarls then, “but so long as the spirits belong to me, you will lose.    I have all of eternity to wait for you to recognize that.”

   With those words, he and his army retreats, although the Atlantic remains ruined after their departure.    He’s not defeated, not even close. He’ll regroup and head for another coast, another continent to try and infect, and he’ll keep doing that for however long he has to.    Because he’s right. Without the spirits, you’ll never stand a chance.

   As if knowing you’re thinking about her, Caelum comes to your side and lands in the sand beside you.

   “We can’t let him drag this out,” you say through the tears and the snot which has accumulated in your nose, while you follow your enemy’s departure with your gaze. “I don’t know how, but we need to free your sisters and we need to do it soon.”

   In your periphery, you see her nod decisively, probably also aware the longer this takes, the more people will eventually succumb to the darkness no matter how diligently you try to safeguard them. And perhaps even more importantly; the more of nature will be destroyed.    As you stand there, a plan begins to take form inside your mind, and you wonder if she somehow speaks to you, because you don’t feel like all of this is coming from you.

   “Has it ever been this bad before?” you ask her, turning to meet her eyes now.

   She holds your gaze for a few moments, but if she replies, you can’t tell. You don’t know if she even remembers things from as far back as the last dark one, but you also feel like whether she does or not, she’s no longer the same thoughtless entity of raw emotion she’s meant to be.    Her stoic stillness somehow feels like an answer, though, and not a good one.    But however bad you might try to imagine things could get from this point; nothing could’ve prepared you for how truly awful they would become.

--=¤=--

   You sigh heavily as you feel another person die. Not by the Darkling’s hand, though, this was natural causes. A young man somewhere on the northern Australian continent, you’re not sure exactly where.    It stopped being important a while ago. The exact locations. They’re all just losses.    Caelum senses it too, and you feel her sorrow, which annoys you. You’re not sure when you stopped being able to grieve the lost ones anymore, but it seems like a long time ago.

   You still care, perhaps even too much. Because each and every one who dies feels like your failure, but after so long and so much death, it’s gotten harder and harder to let yourself feel it. To let your love for the world carry your burdens and lighten your heart.    It’s so hard when you’re connected to everything, because people die, in all sorts of ways, every minute of every day. And even if it isn’t traumatic or horrible, even if they just die in their sleep, you feel all of them as they leave the light.

   How long has it been? How many deaths have you felt at this point?    The fight takes you all over the world, so time-zones have stopped having any meaning to you. You battle the dark for as long as you can, and then you find a place to rest, sleeping for what you assume are a few hours, and then you get back to work.    That’s the routine. Day after day.

   The world fights with you, holding off the black hurricane and the senseless death it protects, even when you sleep. Determined not to fail, feeding off the light you still pour into it with as much hope as you can muster.    But for all their courage and strength, Simon’s power has not been weakened. You’ve made almost no progress in recovering anything he’s already corrupted, leaving the American continents his adult playground.

   He’s frustrated, though. You can tell. His need to consume makes him crave fresh bodies. Living things to torture the light out of so he can feed his stale existence and give it purpose.    His army is restless, spending its time tearing at itself in search of relief from such a pointless existence, needing to tear, rip, destroy something. At times it gets bad enough that they even start dismembering themselves, further mutating their bodies as the removed limbs grow back even more distorted.

   Time, it seems, is no more their friend than it is yours.

   Caelum has changed as well. She’s no longer limited to non-verbal communication, having learned not just how to speak telepathically with you, but how to remember things from one moment to the next.    Ordinarily, she shouldn’t be capable of thought or reasoning of any kind, but circumstances have forced her to evolve.

   “Please, stop,” you ask her without saying a word out loud, when she continues to grieve for the dead man, and her sharp eyes refocus on you.

   “You are the one who recognizes the strength of caring,” she chides, not for the first time.

   “I’m aware. But lingering on the dead won’t help, will it?”

   She doesn’t respond to that, but something about her gaze makes you feel guilty.

   “I just mean we need to keep looking ahead, find solutions. We’re not a single step closer to ending this war and it’s been… how long now?” you ask, genuinely trying to work it out but coming up short.

   “Three and a half years,” she replies, and for a moment you just stare blankly at her.

   Your own assessment was off by about an entire year.

   “Fuck…” you sigh, bowing your head in recognition of your absolute failure.

   It’s the fifth time since that day you’re back on Faial Island, standing in front of the lighthouse and looking out over the Atlantic.    You had eventually figured out how to heal the ocean, and all water, once Simon had left, so today it glistens blue against the horizon to the west. It turned out that all you had to do was change the wavelength of your light for it to travel through water.    But that’s also about as much as you’ve accomplished.

   The plan you’d once had, to try and sneak back into the States and covertly reach some of the spirits by using your conviction to gain control over a darkened creature and use it as cover, had failed on multiple occasions, leaving you scratching your head for some other idea.    Brute force wasn’t gonna work, because as much as the world would stand behind you, they couldn’t operate offensively and would be of little help to you. And powerful though you are, even if you could muscle your way past an entire army, you still can’t kill Simon.

   But somewhere deep inside you, there’s a glimmer. A truth, or knowledge, you’re not sure which.    What you do know is that this glimmer is the answer, if you can just tap into it and learn what it’s trying to tell you. Because there is a way to win, you’ve never doubted that, and you never will. You just need to find it.

   “Hey,” a voice quietly greets from behind you, and you recognize it as Andreia.

   She comes to stand next to you, and you glance at her with a polite nod and small smile. She always comes to see you whenever she sees you arrive by the lighthouse where she still works.    That’s another thing which seems very odd to you. How the world still has to keep going as usual, even with the truest evil trying to devour it. How the stock market has been affected by Americas destruction, how the politics of the world have shifted.

   It feels like all that should’ve just stopped. Been put on indefinite hold while you all band together and fight. But that’s not how it works.    Oddly enough, the planet has probably never seen a more peaceful time in all its existence, with the entire population so devoted to hope. There are no ongoing conflicts, virtually no crime even on the smallest scale of offences, and people are generally behaving more helpfully and tolerantly.

   What a strange world this is, where the end of this war will see it return to those darker traits in very little time.

   “Any progress?” she asks, following your gaze across the sea.

   “No, not yet. I’m… stuck. In my head, you know?” you ponder, grateful to have someone other than the owl to talk to, just because humans relate to you better and understand things which no spirit can. “I keep trying to look at the problem from new angles, looking for something I could’ve missed, but as much as I know in my fucking bones there is an answer, I just can’t find it.”

   “Maybe you need to write it down.”

   At first, you dismiss her suggestion, since you can’t see what difference it would make, but when she continues to explain her reasoning, you start to come around.

   “It activates a different part of your brain, which sometimes helps with problem solving.    Singing does too, but I don’t think there is a song for this situation.”

   “I don’t know. People have been making music for ages, covering every topic under the sun. I’m sure if we looked hard enough, we could find something eerily appropriate,” you shrug, laughing lightly at the subject.

   Ever since you lost Oberyn, laughter hasn’t come as easily for you as before. It’s harder to let yourself be happy when he can’t be there to share it with you.    But it’s also so important that you do hold on to the good moments and allow their brightness to infect you.

   “How about… Ironic by Alanis Morissette”, she offers, making you snicker.

   “Definitely. Or Everybody by Backstreet Boys.”

   She hums approvingly, and a few more songs are exchanged between you, getting more and more ludicrous.

   “Mr. Brightside by The Killers. I mean, come on, both the song and the group are appropriate,” you suggest, and by now you’re both struggling against incessant giggling.

   “Lose Yourself…” Andreia replies, but then forgets the artist for a second, “…by uh…Eminem!”

   But your laughter dies then. Partly because while the song does fit the theme overall, the message you’ve always taken away from it is simply about living in the moment and appreciating what you have, however unimportant or insignificant it might seem to someone else, which doesn’t really fit with going to war against ancient evil.    And partly because of how the woman herself doesn’t seem to know why she chose that song at all. The moment she said it, confusion flashed over her features and with every second since, she looks increasingly befuddled.

   “Lose yourself,” you repeat on impulse, but this time saying it as a suggestion to yourself.

   Immediately, there’s a strange little click inside your head, and then the glimmer suddenly comes into full focus, so distinct now that you know it.    How did you never think of it before? Oberyn even said it to you, in your final conversation on your way north from Antarctica.

   You cannot possibly think that anything but giving it everything you have is going to be enough to free them all.

   Every word he ever spoke to you or around you, lives in your mind, remembered in such vivid detail you can even recall the slight tremor in his voice as he’d said it.

   “Andreia,” you say, turning to face her and pulling her into a tight hug which she bewilderedly reciprocates. “Thank you. You may have just saved everyone.”

   You pull back and smile at her, but before she can say anything, Caelum picks you up and flies off with you, having heard you call out to her in your mind the moment the realization hit you.

   “Am I to head west, then, Lightbringer?” she asks even as she aligns her beak to the shrouded horizon.

   “Yes. It’s time to end this,” you answer out loud, because these words should be heard. The time for sneaking around and whispering between shielded minds is over. “I finally know how to free your sisters.”

   Your once again brimming confidence rubs off on the owl, and she sets a nearly impossible speed, excited by the prospect of seeing her fellow spirits restored to their rightful glory.    It doesn’t take long before you’re back underneath the poisonous cloud, and right away you can tell that it’s changed since your last visit, maybe a year and half earlier.    The air is so thick with soot and ash that it clings to your skin and colors you black, while also wreaking havoc on your lungs in mere minutes.

   Undoubtedly, this is what the entire world would eventually become, once all life had been consumed and all that was left for the armies of death to occupy themselves, was to torture each other, flooding the air with their oily blood and mutated skin cells.    You’re grateful to know that this will never come to pass, while you cough up some of the black goo which has already begun to accumulate in your throat and lungs.    It doesn’t harm you since you’re continually healing the damage it does, but it hurts more than one might imagine.

   Looking up, you can see that Caelum isn’t affected by it, beyond how it obscures her sight, so you do your best to help her navigate by trying to get a sense of where Simon is.    You find him quite quickly, detecting a massive surge of energy as he realizes his enemy is back. Which is probably the only thing he’s had to be excited about in a very long time.    Directing the spirit there, you instruct her to drop you from an altitude high enough that she’ll be safe even if Octopus should be around and attempt to reach her with its enormous tentacles.

   “Such a fall will break many of your bones,” she notes, not really out of concern, but more like she’s just making sure you know.

   “I’m aware. It’ll be fine.”

   The weightlessness is strangely liberating. Instead of falling, it makes you feel like you’re soaring, maybe because of how hopeful your realization has made you. But still no more than a trick of the mind.    Hitting the ground removes the illusion when your legs completely shatter, all the way up to your hips, and fractures to your spine, ribs and arms make themselves known moments later.

   You can still move, though, and as you feel Simon approach, you manage to claw yourself up to a seated position, finding that ignoring the pain is easier than you’d thought this time, which gives you comfort even as your enemy reaches you, sporting a large smirk on his disfigured face.    Whatever’s been going on here for the past three years, he’s clearly begun to mutate himself, because his features aren’t entirely recognizable as human anymore.

   He still has two legs and arms, and only one head, but the true shape of the Darkling has started to emerge, and it’s fucking hideous.

   “Eww… the hell happened to you?” you ask, breathing hard through the pain, but otherwise mostly disgusted by his appearance.

   Unlike his minions, the dark one is dry. His skin is a pale grey and where it’s cracked from the lack of moisture, mostly on his arms and hands but everywhere else too, there are miniature faces growing out of his flesh. Not like images of faces, but rather as though tiny people are actually trapped inside of him, trying to crawl out through the gaps but held back by some thin, partly transparent film.    He’s at least ten feet tall now, so there’s much more space for these trapped people to crowd around, but they’re still fighting each other for room.

   “You don’t like it?” he asks, and even his voice is unrecognizable. “This is my collection. The ones I like the most get to live inside me. The ones who are the most frightened… they make such delightful music inside my mind.”

   You were hoping it wasn’t what it looks like, but clearly, it is. He probably grows larger with each soul he devours, and since he couldn’t have infected any new people for a long time, these must be his own creatures.    Which would mean, once the mutated body is destroyed, the original human soul is still there, to some extent.    But not in a way that would enable them to be restored. Their bodies are gone and no power on earth could bring them back. But at least the destruction of the Darkling will set them free.

   “You’re using them to protect yourself.. aren’t you?” you ponder, trying to buy time for the spirits to reveal themselves, but also hoping to understand more about him, since that will help you take him down. “You cover yourself with them to make it harder for anyone to reach your dead heart.”

   “Well, of course. Who’s gonna try and reach into this mess of scared little people, so desperate to escape their hell, they’ll crawl into the skin of anyone who touches me, driving that person mad.    Ingenious, wouldn’t you say?”

   “I suppose. In a devilish sort of way.”

   “You will make a very nice addition to the flock…” he pauses, and puts a finger to his lips as if trying to think of something which evades him, “…oh, what was it Oberyn called you? I only heard it once, but it was something Egyptian, wasn’t it?”

   You don’t really wanna hear that name spoken by anyone else, but since you’re still not sensing any spirits, you play along.

   “Kaivalya.”

   “Ah, yes! Freedom. How insulting a name to give to a creature whose entire life has been doomed to this ending from before she was even born,” he laments, putting on a very noticeably fake tone of compassion just to irritate you.

   His voice already grates your eardrums. It’s so dry and course he can’t get much volume to it, but it still manages to cut straight into your brain with how it breaks on the high notes.    The fake sentiment only manages to mildly annoy you in comparison.

   “It was a promise…” you spit through teeth held tight against the pain of your legs trying to realign themselves so that the bones can be set, only to hurt more when the angles they’re trapped in won’t allow the movements.

   “A promise? That old prince promised you freedom, and you believed him?!” Simon squeals before starting to laugh, further abusing your ears.

   “No,” you counter, once you’ve adapted to the new level of pain. “He didn’t promise me freedom… He couldn’t have, because I was never his prisoner.    He named me Freedom because that’s what I gave to him. A heart free to love again.”

   You can tell he’s about to counter, it’s easy because his smirk returns every time his own thoughts amuse him, but you’re done with this distraction so you continue before he can.

   “That’s what you took from him. I gave him this amazing gift… and you ripped it out of him.”

   “Prince Martell sealed his own fate by allowing his fears to rip him apart,” he challenges, no longer smirking, though. “He was so scared for you. So worried you’d lose and he’d have to live on without you.    And so, the coward you loved, the man who knew better than anyone how important it would be to keep hope alive in the time of the Darkling, chose to die rather than fight for you.”

   Fuck. He’s found your weak spot and thrown a knife into it.    You shouldn’t care what he says but you can’t help how his words cut through you, because they’re the same ones you’ve battled with in your nightmares. The same ones you’ve been unable to answer ever since it first dawned on you that he’d turned.    Why did he give in? He knew what would happen. How could he leave himself so vulnerable?

   But this is why you’re here. To set things right, no matter what happened in the past. You’ll never get those answers, so all you can do is let the questions go.    And just as you begin to calm yourself, you feel it.    They’re coming. He’s summoned them to watch as he devours you. And to protect him, should you have some trick up your sleeve.

   “Tell me something, Si…” you start, giving them time to come closer before you get this over with. “Did you really think you’d ever get me to surrender to you?    Is that what all this flaunting of your achievements is meant to do? To win me over?”

   He sours while he listens, clearly unable to think of a witty comeback because you’re right. He absolutely thought that this, beating you, would be such a triumph you wouldn’t be able to resist admiring him.

   “I’m the fucking goddess of all light, you prick. I was never gonna bow to you, you’re nothing but a shadow under the bed, a cockroach hiding in the bottom of the sink.    You named me Boo, remember? Because even back then, I was better than you.”

   You’re not actually trying to antagonize him, you just really wanted to give him a piece of your mind before you get this show going.    But true to form, he’s enraged by your insults and comes at you with his arms raised and ready to beat you into the ground.    The nine all are there, too far away for your eyes to make them out in the dark and dusty air, but close enough that you can feel them, standing in a circle around you and their master.    And Caelum circles directly above you, just as you’d asked her.

   “Don’t hesitate,” you tell her, as you watch Simon measure his first punch.

   “Your sacrifice will not be in vain… Kaivalya,” she replies, and unlike the Darkling, her use of your most beloved name shows you just how much she respects you.

   Nothing else is said between you. Nothing more is needed.

The Ten Spirits of the World Air - Forest - Water - Stone - Night - Autumn - Winter - Spring - Summer.

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I’ve been reading His Dark Materials, somewhat slowly, after having watched the show. I also saw the movie when it came out, what, 12 years ago, maybe?

Thinking about the guard and what their dæmons would be. Also what gender/sex: it would make sense, with most if not all of the guard being queer, and Andy… possibly being older than the concept of gender as we know it (are non-binary dæmons a thing? Also what do we know about neolithic conceptions of gender?) for them to have dæmons of the same gender… Though, would this go against the theme of them being the same as everyone else, since same-gender dæmons are rare...? Plus, the intersection between dæmons and sexuality is murky re: gender, given Pullman's answer to "could a character's dæmon being the same gender as them mean they're queer?" was "maybe", iirc.

Anyways, we know that they were born several centuries-to-millennia apart, so it wouldn't be that strange if they all happened to have same-gender dæmons, but it might make them stand out in public...

Anyways, here's a list of the guard and their dæmons, Lykon's is unnamed as of now because I have very little idea of where he could be from, or what language he would have spoken, aside from the Greek name he took.

Andy has a saker falcon, called Nyx (Νύξ "night"). That's not their first name, just as Andromache isn't Andy's: they remember the starting sound of each other's name throughout the millennia, bits and pieces of PIE which they speak amongst themselves and Quỳnh. Well, now, with her dæmon.

Quỳnh has a blue krait, named Tâm (from 心 "heart"*), who coiled herself around Andy's shoulders after Quỳnh was lost and never let go.

Nile had thought, at first, that Andy just.. had two dæmons. Why not? Here's this immortal warrior who claims that they lead an army of four people, has been a god, etc. They can have two dæmons, it's fine.

Nile's just... trying not to let her mind break, thank you very much. So, she's just accepting whatever at this point.

Lykon had a painted dog, who alongside him in, uh, whatever-post 331 BC/pre-1099 AD. (I'm begging, Greg/Victoria/Gina, give us a more concrete timeline.) When they disappeared, that's when Andy and Quỳnh knew he wasn't reviving.

Joe has a lion named Mahaad/Liyana (مَهّاد/لِيانَةٌ "comforter"/"tenderness"**) who preferred a rabbit form when he was a child.

Nicky has a wolf with a winter coat because fluffy wolves are adorable, named Concetto/Rossana ("Conception (of Jesus)"/"Dawn/Bright Star"***).

The two have long abandoned any sense of taboo around touching each other's dæmon: brushing past them on missions, cuddling with them during downtime: Mahaad/Liyana will often laze around in the kitchen while Nicky cooks, stretching their neck so Nicky can scratch their chin as he passes by their sunspot, and Concetto/Rossana'll rest in Joe's lap while he draws. As it was, it took Nile that entire first weekend to figure out who's dæmon was whose, not helped that they respond to each other's names. Nicky explained it like this when she asked: "Over the centuries, we've become intertwined, our souls bound together as one. Why shouldn't we call our dæmons by the same sounds, or touch them with our own hands?"

Booker has a polecat with white-ish markings on their face and body named Jules/Chloé (French form of Julian/French form of Chloe****).

Nile has a fox sparrow with russet feathers named Seth/Lucy (from Hebrew שת "Appointed"/Latin Lux "Light"*****). I feel like both are appropriate given Nile's probably Protestant background.

All of the immortals, minus Nile and excluding Quỳnh as an outlier since she's been separated from Tâm for centuries, can separate from their dæmon to some extent. Andy often asks Nyx to scout for the group, and while they tend to slow down for the duration of separation beyond ~ 20 meters, they no longer experience pulling (separation from one's dæmon) as everyone else. (But Tâm'll coil closer around Andy's shoulders, regardless, whispering soft nothings in whatever language she can think of.)

Joe and Nicky, meanwhile, if they can help it, will go with one another's dæmon if they need to separate. So that they can take comfort from the other shape of their soul, and know their first soul-form is protected above all else. When other circumstances arise and they're separated from both their dæmons, they look to each other for comfort through the pulling.

Booker ( like Ms. Coulter), can go the longest time apart from his dæmon without a shared goal or someone else to rely on. It's... not great, and he tries not to do so often simply because it's noticeable and he's trying to pretend, at least, that he's relatively happy, but it's a useful skill especially when there are tight spaces or small openings in a structure.

The first time this happened, actually, was while he was dying his first deaths. Jules/Chloé left to find some kind help, after the first few days. Ended up finding Andy, Joe & Nicky, and lead them all back to Booker. Of the others in the guard, Jules/Chloé is the closest to Andy and Nyx, simply because the pair were the first the dæmon had seen in weeks.

Lastly, as to Quỳnh, Tâm and separation: when Quỳnh was taken in the iron maiden, both Tâm and Nyx were held in another part of the dungeon, as the captors thought that would weaken their powers. So, she's been apart, not only from Andy, Joe and Nicky, for the past 400-500 years, but from her dæmon, too. The Pulling alone was excruciating, halfway down to the bottom of the ocean, she died from it alone. Yet, coupled with the drowning, the riviving, the snippets of dreams... when she finally escapes, Quỳnh's barely clinging to the last shreds of her sanity, and that's only because she knows Andy's been looking after Tâm-- their bond, though stretched to its last threads, still exists and she just knows Tâm's been safe 'til 1812, when she first glimpses her again. She goes peacefully to death that time. What should she care of her own suffering if her dæmon is truly safe? And then she revives, again and again, and she recalls her rage...

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Sources on names that I'm pretty sure are accurate, but again, please correct me if they're not:

*https://www.behindthename.com/name/ta13m/submitted

**https://quranicnames.com/liyana/ and https://quranicnames.com/mahaad/

***https://www.behindthename.com/name/concetto (masculine form of Concetta, unrelated to the Italian word meaning concept or the English word meaning conceit. Spelled the same though, and is a cognate of Concepción) and https://www.behindthename.com/name/rossana and https://www.behindthename.com/name/roxana

**** https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Jules and https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Chloe

***** Gen. 4:25, New Revised Standard Version and https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Lucy and https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Lucius

#the old guard #andromache the scythian #sebastien le livre #Quynh #nicolo di genova #yusuf al kaysani #nile freeman #Lykon #andromaquynh #kaysanova #andy & book & unhealthy coping mechanisms #dæmon au #I really like the idea of nonbinary (they/them) Andy but can't reconcile it with the film #simply because then it would mean their siblings misgendering them and that makes me so sad #Maybe Andy goes by any pronouns or she/they? #Also sorry if anyone gets bible ads from looking up the source for Seth it happens #and can be uncomfortable if you uh don't have a great history with Christianity #for that reason I changed my source from a link to a citation. #where you lodge i will lodge #(not) even death parts me from you #and a crushing smidge of #where you go i will go

[sweetrevxnge]

Like Phantoms, Forever

Chapter Six | Post Tenebras, Lux

Pairing: Ben Solo x Reader

Summary: Your destiny had never been clear to you, only becoming so when it led you to leaving behind the life you knew to train with the galaxy's sole Jedi Master, Luke Skywalker. His Jedi Academy became your new home, bringing with it the promise of someday becoming a Jedi Knight. While navigating the ways of the Force, an inexplicable connection forms between you and a fellow student—the heir to the legendary Skywalker bloodline, Ben Solo. Together, the two of you must face your destinies and forge the path to your true selves.

What to expect: fluff, violence, sexual content, general angst, mentions/descriptions of injury and death

Additional info: this story is set in 28 ABY, six years prior to the events of TFA

*concurrently being published on AO3 and Wattpad as well!

Masterlist

Word count: 5.8k

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Dry blades of grass scrape against your ankles as you walk the amber plains of Khoonda, searching for a shady spot to begin your new book. The ladies at the market were raving about it, praising it as a so-called “epic romance.” With a few extra credits in your pocket, you had decided to splurge and add it to your basket. Besides, you could use a bit of romantic escapism.

After a bit of wandering, you spot a billowing tree overlooking the rolling hills of Dantooine, wasting no time in claiming it. You shake out a thick blanket, laying it underneath the trunk and drop your belongings onto the quilted pattern. 

As you lower yourself to the ground, you hear a low, disembodied growl approaching you. Every muscle in your body freezes in place. That growl could only belong to one creature on this planet: a Kath hound. The species was nearly extinct, making its presence in populated communities, such as Khoonda, incredibly rare. But you weren’t in a populated community anymore—you had ventured beyond the limits of the settlement and out into the wilderness. 

Panic seizes your chest as you whip your head around, frantically looking for the source of the noise. Its beady eyes meet yours, less than a meter away from you. Fuck. 

The hound slowly stalks toward you, inching closer with each delicate step. You stagger back on your heels, grasping for the tree trunk behind you. Your heart felt as if it were lodged in your throat, your pulse pounding throughout your body. The creature lets out a snarl, sending a jolt of fear through you. A soft whimper escapes your lips as your back makes contact with the tree, effectively locking you between it and the hound.

The hound bares its teeth, strings of thick drool dripping from its fangs. Given the options of fight, flight, or freeze, your body chooses the third, stuck between wanting to run or defend yourself.

It snaps its jaw shut and stalks forward, inspecting you agonizingly slow. The distance separating you from it was quickly dwindling, your heart racing in your throat. Your arms fly up to cover your face and chest, bracing for the impact of an attack.

In a moment of pure instinct, your fingers curl into fists, clenching tight until your knuckles blanched. All you could hope for was a quick death, not one that left you suffering for hours, slowly succumbing to your injuries.

As you prepare for the impact of sharp teeth tearing into your skin, your body goes numb—whether it was a mechanism of fear or self-preservation, you weren’t sure. An unfamiliar sensation encompasses you, completely controlling your senses for a fraction of a second. The only input you can register is the sound of dull humming, a thrum of energy that deafens you to your surroundings, your vision contorted by a dark blur. 

A shriek, in what you could only imagine was agony, pulls you from your trance, restoring your senses in full. Hesitantly, you lower your arms, finding the beast writhing beneath you, gasping for air. It's…choking? There was nothing to your knowledge that could have caused it to choke suddenly.

It was only when your hands relaxed at your side, you realized what had happened. As your fingers uncurled, the Kath hound simultaneously ceased its squirming. Did I choke it? You stare down at your trembling hands in disbelief.

There were tales known throughout the galaxy, ones of the mystical power of the Force and the abilities a chosen few could possess. The most notable tale of them all being that of the former Galactic ruler, Darth Vader, who infamously used the Force to choke and squander his opposition. But that couldn’t be the case here. No. You had never been sensitive to the Force.

The flood of adrenaline finally catches up to you, surging through your veins with an overwhelming intensity. Your stomach twists and churns, threatening to expel its acidic contents all over your hand-woven blanket. Pushing past the urge, you snatch the blanket from the ground and begin running back in the direction you had come from.

The ground beneath you was a blur as your feeble legs carried you home. Your entire body is numb, almost weightless, as you run home, barely registering the sting of thorns and branches slicing at the flesh of your ankles.

Tasked with gathering yourself for just long enough to enter the code to your front door, you punch the numbers in, your fingers sliding over the wrong buttons at first. After a few attempts, the lock mechanism groans, welcoming you into your home. You fling the door open and stumble through the entrance, catching your breath. 

The sudden clamor grabs your mother’s attention, her head snapping in your direction, a look of concern painted on her face.

“Love, you look like you’ve just seen a ghost,” she says, moving toward you and placing her bony hands on your shoulders. “What's wrong? Are you okay?”

You open your mouth to speak, but the words die on your tongue. A lump is forming in your throat, your eyes welling up with tears as you collect your thoughts. Unable to control yourself, you bury your face in your hands and let out a sob.

“Shh…shh…” she soothes, guiding you into a nearby seat. “Tell me what’s going on.”

Inhaling a shaky breath, you drop your hands, wiping your hot tears on the silk material of your pants. “I…I didn’t…” A sharp hiccup interrupts you. “I d-didn’t mean to.”

“You didn’t mean to do what, honey?” Her rough thumb rubs the back of your hand, swiping gently at your flushed skin. “It’s okay, you can tell me.”

Apprehension fills you as you consider the implications of telling the truth. There was no easy way to tell someone that you accidentally killed another creature, especially when that death came at the hands of an invisible force. 

You teeter between lying and sincerity for a moment, before ultimately deciding on the latter.

“I killed a Kath hound.” It felt as if a thousand ton weight had been lifted from your shoulders as the words left your lips. “But I didn’t mean to. In fact, I didn’t even touch it. It just…started to choke when I panicked and froze up, a-and the next thing I remember is it lying there, dead. Mom, I swear I didn’t mean to!”

“No,” she mutters, “that can’t be true.” Her voice is hushed and her eyes wide in horror. She sits up and straightens her back, raking her hands through her hair and shaking her head in disbelief.

“It is true!” Tears stream down your face, a salty concoction of both your guilt and anger. “I killed it! I didn’t mean to, but somehow I did! And now I don’t know what the fuck is going on, but I’ve never felt this way before and I’m so sca–”

“Shhh, calm down. It’s okay…” Her voice is alarmingly tranquil, a complete inversion of her unfettered terror just moments ago. “There’s a possibility that you are sensitive to the Force. Your father has never spoken much about it, but there’s a possibility that his ancestors possessed this ability.”

What she was saying made logical sense, of course, but you struggled to believe that this could be reality. Your father barely spoke about his family with you—frankly, hardly spoke about anything to you. He is a busy man who always insists that his family is nothing of significance. It's clear to you now that your mother had been privy to this knowledge for quite some time—so why withhold it from you?

“We always assumed that such abilities wouldn’t manifest in you, considering that your father didn’t inherit it.” Her tone seemed genuine, but your question still remained.

“What does this mean for us? For me?”

Your chest seizes at the idea of harm coming to your family from this revelation. The stories of the ruthless Imperial Inquisitors were well known—Darth Vader’s faithful disciples, tasked with hunting any and all remaining Force-users in every corner of the galaxy. While it was true that the Empire had fallen decades ago, it was no secret that loyalists remained. Even cockroaches could withstand fire.

“We’ll figure something out. I might know someone who can help. There’s talk of a secret Jedi temple somewhere in the Outer Rim, maybe you can go there.”

Your thoughts turn to the presence not currently in the room. Your father would be returning from a business trip in the coming days, you wondered what he would make of all of this.

“Mom, I-I’m scared,” you say weakly. “I don’t want this.”

She frowns knowingly, pulling you into her arms in a comforting embrace. For decades, the discovery of one’s Force-sensitivity meant a lifetime of running and hiding to survive. But things were changing in the galaxy. So much so that a new Jedi Order was possibly being created. Perhaps this classified temple could be a haven for you.

“You drew your power from the dark.” 

The Jedi Master’s words sent your eyes flying open, the illustration of that day’s memory quickly giving way to the present. You withdrew your hands from his grasp and instinctively staggered backwards.

“N-no, I didn’t,” you stammered, jumping ahead to defend yourself. “I didn’t even mean to kill it! I-I’ve never been so upset about something in my entire life!”

You were appalled at what he was insinuating. For as long as you could remember, you had made an effort to be peaceful your entire life—to the point that you would catch and release bugs that were in your house instead of squashing them. It was inconceivable that you could have drawn from the dark side.

“Easy there,” Master Skywalker said, suppressing a chuckle. “I know you didn’t mean to kill it. What I’m trying to say is that you innately drew from the darkness within you.” He folded his hands in front of him. “In that moment, you were scared—rightfully so. And it just so happens to be that fear is an emotion fueled by the dark side.”

“What does this mean then? How do I reject the dark side? I want to be a Jedi.” Your voice threatened to break on the last word, terrified of your Master’s answer.

To your surprise, he only placed a hand on your shoulder, beaming at you with his signature glimmer in his eyes. “If being a Jedi meant only using the light side of the Force, then there would’ve never been a Jedi Order to begin with. Every Force-user in the galaxy has both the light and the dark within them, a balance of the two. One cannot exist without the other, remember?”

You nodded in understanding, the grip on your heart slowly relaxing as he spoke. 

“Some choose to focus on the light, while others choose the dark. I will teach you to focus on the light. You’ll be alright.”

“Thank you, Master Skywalker.”

You released the breath you had evidently been holding, relaxing the tension in your muscles. He grinned at you, amused by your momentary panic.

“Now, as for the next phase of your training,” he said, pulling your attention back to the conclusion of your training session. “I want us to start in a day’s time, and I need you to be ready. Get a good night’s sleep tonight, it’s going to be a long day.”

“Understood, Master. I’ll be ready.”

With that, he turned on his heels to go work with a cohort of other students.

Rays of sunlight peeked through the sparse cloud cover, drenching you in their sweet warmth. soaking into your skin. Before leaving the training area, your eyes scanned the broad field, hoping to find a certain tall, large-nosed student in the group. It was a disappointing discovery to find that he was not there, your heart sinking a bit in your chest. Yes, you were scheduled to see him in a matter of hours, but waiting that long felt like an impossible task.

The events of last night had been replaying in your mind incessantly, your neurons working diligently to commit to memory precisely where his fingers had touched. Wrapped in his arms, pressed against his lips, he had awoken something within you, something entirely foreign and dizzying. A desire so reckless and intoxicating, it made you question if it had really happened. It was torturous to keep to yourself, wanting nothing more than to climb to the highest point on the planet and shout for the whole galaxy to hear. The entire universe deserved to know about Ben Solo.

So as to not stand around looking like an idiot after your training session had finished, you weighed the options of how to spend your afternoon before Ben was supposed to come by your hut. Flipping through Jedi texts didn’t sound like the most exciting way to spend your time, nor did meditating—the mere concept of which seemed impossible at the moment. A hike didn’t sound too bad, and it could possibly serve as the distraction you were looking for. 

Not that you didn’t want to keep reliving how it felt to be with him. To have his nose pressing into your cheek as he kissed you, his hair tickling your face as it fell out of place. Fuck, how did you wander from the shallow end and fall right into the deep? The independent woman in you still wanted to seem aloof, not wanting to relinquish your heart so easily. But it was hard to fight it when Ben was so sweet to you, sickeningly so. Like rich, melted chocolate on your tongue.

A hike it was.

Before you knew it, your legs were carrying you toward the treeline backdropping the Academy’s training grounds. Soon, the chatter from the students was dampened by the thick foliage surrounding you, engulfing you in shades of green. The memory of your fateful encounter with the Kath hound was still lingering in your mind, becoming more prominent when you realized you were putting yourself in an almost identical situation. You were a lot of things, but wise was evidently not one of them.

The seemingly endless expanse of branches and shrubs came to an abrupt stop before you, giving way to a patch of a grassy meadow. There were a handful of outlying saplings scattered throughout the clearing, coinciding with the streams of sunlight that pierced the canopy above.

Bending at your knees, you reached down and ran a hand across the blades of grass and fragile petals. The energy of the area lured you in, enticing you to spend a moment longer in its presence.

Challenging your mind to cooperate, you resigned yourself to meditating. If the fates were to have you stumble upon this dream of a spot, you were going to at least try to take advantage of it. Untying your outer robe from your waist, you sloughed it off your shoulders and folded it into an impromptu seat to act as a barrier between your tan pants and the damp ground.

Settling into the crossed-legged position your Master had taught you, you straightened your spine, focusing on the air rushing in and out of your nostrils. The soft grass surrounding you enveloped your fingers, welcoming you into its touch. As had become routine over the past few weeks, you allowed yourself to become engulfed by the Force, your senses sharpening to experience the might of its energy.

Each time you meditated, your connection with the Force felt different, an evolution from the previous session. It was as if your senses were a flower blossom; the petals stretching apart to invite the sunlight in. Similar to how Ben had once described absorbing the Force’s energy. Master Skywalker had his own way of describing this phenomenon, referring to it as “opening the door”, the door being you and the width of the door’s opening being the ease of which the Force flows through you. From what you could tell, your door was pulling back further each time you embraced the Force—a promising sign for a new recruit.

Images of the planet’s inhabitants flashed through your mind, vivid and clear, even if just for the briefest moment. The energy was overwhelming at first, as you suspected it always would be. But despite the influx, you remained grounded, channeling the Force through you.

As you surrendered your senses to the vitality of the Academy, there was a tonal shift in the fleeting images, something inky and cold drawing you in. Gooseflesh broke out along your spine, followed by a shudder wracking your body. It was as if an invisible chill was spreading from your center, moving outward from your ribcage to your extremities. The grass beneath you began to fade away as your focus slipped from your grasp.

You veered toward this dark aura, incapable of resisting its pull. The echoes of pain and suffering every life form on the planet had endured consumed your senses, blanketing your body something icy and foreign. Your mind fought hard to resist, clawing at the surface of your consciousness to pull you out. But it was futile.

The Force had its talons in you, the gravity of its tortuous grip drowning you, dragging you further into the abyss. The familiar thrum of energy became warped, a deafening wail, tightening around your skull until it reached a screeching crescendo, propelling you backwards. 

All of the air stored in your lungs was ejected as you crashed into the ground, silently gasping and wheezing as you opened your eyes, blinking through the dizziness. As the world spun around you, you laid there, motionless, trying to make sense of what had just happened. Of course, you knew the truth of what had occurred. But you refused to embrace it. The dark side had called to you, and you had all but answered.

The remainder of the afternoon passed uneventfully from the confines of your hut, your mind hazy as you tried to push past the incident in the meadow. It wasn’t until a knock rattled your door that you remembered the plans you had been eagerly awaiting this morning.

It was as if you snapped out of a trance, your eyes darting from the twine-bound Jedi text in your hands to the metal door ahead of you. After hours of keeping yourself occupied by skimming its pages, your mind was a bit more clear—or distracted—than before. 

You shut the book, tossing it unceremoniously onto your nightstand. It would be wise to treat the ancient texts with more respect, but you knew who was waiting on the other side of the door.

“Coming!” you called out as you stood from the edge of the bed, reaching for the brown cloak that laid beside you.

As you pulled the door open, Ben squeezed through the widening space, hurrying to get inside. 

“I was wondering how long you were going to make me wait out here,” he said, stooping down to give you a gentle kiss.

His lips were sweet, but not in the way that they always were. They were sugary, as if they were made of candy. You ran your tongue across your bottom lip, bewildered by the taste. 

“You missed it. Every so often, Master Skywalker gets his hands on some candied fruits. We had candied oranges from Naboo tonight!”

Ah, makes sense. Nearly on cue, your stomach tensed, releasing a low growl. A reminder that you, in your foolishness, had once again missed dinner.

“I saved some for you.” He glanced down at the tray balanced in his hand. As chipper as he was—and how adorable it was to see him get excited about fruit—you couldn’t bring yourself to match his energy.

“Thanks, Ben. I appreciate it.”

He smiled at you for a moment, his dimples lining his cheeks, before his face fell. “Is everything alright?”

“No, no, everything’s okay.” You forced a smile as you reached for the tray. “Just hungry.”

You weren’t a terrible liar, especially considering your talent for lying to Voe on a near daily basis. But it was nearly impossible to lie to Ben.

He pulled the tray back, just beyond your reach, the action equal parts playful and concerned. “No seriously, what’s going on?” 

There was no use in lying to him any further, but you still hesitated to tell him the truth of what was troubling you.

“It’s just…been a rough day.”

By the look on his face, it was clear that this answer would not suffice. “Oh, really,” he said, raising an eyebrow at you. “What was so rough about it?” Despite his amused tone, you could tell his concern was genuine.

You shifted your weight and crossed your arms over your chest, releasing a deep exhale escaping as you did. Something in you was hesitant to open up, with no apparent reason why. After all, if Master Skywalker wasn’t concerned about your connection to the dark side, why would Ben be?

“I’m just anxious to start my next training. I went for a hike to try clearing my mind, but got kind of spooked and ran back.” A half-truth was better than a blatant lie.

Ben’s eyes narrowed, studying you intently as you told your story. “Spooked by what exactly?”

You swallowed thickly, your brain working quickly to build onto your lie. “I thought I heard something move behind me, something in the bushes. I’m just a little shaken up, okay?”

He nodded, evidently not wanting to press the subject any further. “I understand. I’m sorry that you had a rough day, princess.” As consolation, he offered you the tray of, among other things, the promised orange slices.

Princess. In any other context, you would detest being called such a thing. But coming from Ben, it was nothing short of divine, sending your head into a flurry.

“It’s okay. Besides, it’s about to get a lot better.” It was incredible, really, how being around him for just a few minutes had already improved your mood. “I’ll scarf this down really quick and then we’ll head out to train.” You moved to start eating your food, choosing to reclaim your spot on your bed. “How long are we going to be out there? It’s going to get dark soon.”

“Don’t worry, I’ve got it covered. Besides, if it’s dark, the likelihood of someone seeing us is smaller.”

“Yeah, but we’re just training. We could probably do that in the daylight, don’t you think?” you said, taking a bite of an orange slice, savoring its sweet, citrus flavor.

“I know. But we don’t want to give people reason to believe it’s more than that.”

“Yeah, you’re right.” This was going to be a recurring thing if you wanted to see each other, probably best you started getting used to it.

Ben peered around your quarters while you finished your meal, inspecting the trinkets scattered across your dresser. His eyes stopped on one item in particular, plucking it up to inspect closer. It was your lip balm. Twirling it in the dwindling light, he examined the silver tube. The balm looked so much smaller in his hand than it did in yours, it was almost comical.

“Lipstick?” he asked, pulling the cap off and twisting the pigment upward.

“Technically, it’s lip balm. My mom used to make them for the farmer’s market.” You wiped your mouth with a napkin and set the now empty tray aside. “It was her way of earning a few extra credits.”

Coming to stand before you, he crouched down, elbows resting on his knees, lip balm still in hand. “Oh, yeah? What does your family do for a living?” 

As you opened your mouth to answer, he lifted the angled edge to your lower lip, dragging it back and forth until the pigment had coated your delicate skin. You were frozen, in a near total state of shock at what had just occurred. The wiring of your brain was crackling, trying to compute Ben’s actions.

“Hmm?” Ben hummed, breaking his gaze with you to twist the balm back into its sleeve. “You were saying?” 

Closing your lips, you rubbed them together to distribute the color evenly, staring in disbelief at the man before you. “They, um, they’re farmers most of the year.” You squeezed your eyes shut, focusing all of your energy on forming a coherent sentence. “My dad would ship the products off-world, leaving my mom and I behind for weeks at a time.” 

Ben returned the balm to where he found it, the skinny tube falling on its side and almost rolling off the dresser. Admiring his good work, his eyes darted between yours and your lips, before he leaned forward and stole a kiss from you.

“I know the feeling.” He offered you a small—almost sad—smile, the rosy tint faintly visible on his plush lips. He took your hands in his and stood up, pulling you with him. “Come on, let’s head out while everyone’s still eating.”

By the time the two of you left, dusk had fallen over the Academy, the sky a muted shade of violet, speckled with dim stars. You followed far behind Ben, his lead at least one hundred meters ahead of you, but still within your visual field.

Mindlessly pressing icons on your watch, you tried to look occupied, in the instance that someone should see you two and think that you weren’t together. Ben would glance back at you every so often to make sure you were still there. Or maybe he was just trying to catch a glimpse of you, you weren’t sure.

He stopped at the treeline ahead of you, waiting for you to catch up to him. It was becoming increasingly difficult to see solid shapes, his tall figure blurred at the edges until you reached him. He offered you his hand, to which you, of course, accepted, slipping your fingers between his. Though the chances of being seen were low, there was a rush in holding hands outside of the privacy of your quarters.

“This way, princess.”

He flicked on a glowrod in his opposite hand, starting toward what you assumed was the training spot he had picked. You walked beside him, your focus shifting between the feeling of his touch and the uneven path beneath you.

For a while, the two of you walked in a comfortable silence, taking in the forest around you, listening to the hum of insects and the chitter of birds. For a first date, it felt incredibly familiar to be next to Ben, hand in hand. You pictured the elderly couples in Khoonda, strolling through the markets, their bony hands interlocked as they had been for decades. You longed for something similar, the reality of this night weighing heavily on your heart. Ultimately, you were here to become a Jedi. A warrior, as well as a devout servant of the Light. It was foolish to believe that, even if you two could hide your feelings from the world, this could ever be sustainable.

Pushing aside such thoughts, you redirected your attention to the man towering beside you, breaking the silence surrounding you.

“Ben, do you ever get homesick?”

The question elicited a short inhale from him, almost as if you had caught him off-guard. “More often than I’d like to admit.” His eyes told an unspoken story, one that said he was lonelier than he appeared to be.

“Where’s home for you?”

“Chandrila. Though I’m not sure how at-home I would feel now that I’ve been away for thirteen years.” His thumb swiped the back of your hand, as if to soothe himself. “What about you? Are you starting to miss Dantooine?”

“I never said I was from–”

Ben’s deep laugh interrupted you. “As soon as we learned that a new student was coming to join us, you became the talk of the Academy. We squeezed everything that we could about you out of Master Skywalker.”

“And what exactly did he say about me?”

“Only that this incoming Force-user was the most beautiful girl in the galaxy. Oh, and that you were coming from Dantooine.”

You shoved him dramatically, your efforts hardly affecting his balance as he continued walking. “Smartass.”

He chuckled as he reached into a pocket of his robes, retrieving what appeared to be a small remote control. With the turn of a couple of dials and a few faint beeps, the clearing ahead of you became illuminated. Suspended in the air were several remote droids, soft light pouring from every angle of their spherical frames. They swayed gently in the breeze, the light following their motions. In the middle of the clearing lay two dummy lightsabers atop a folded blanket, the same blanket that was issued to every student at the Academy.

“What’s with the blanket?” you asked, gesturing toward it with a raised brow.

“It’s going to be a cold walk back tonight. I figured I’d bring one in case you wanted it.”

“And the training sabers? Did you steal these from Master Skywalker?”

“I can’t give away all of my secrets.”

Knowing that Ben had planned out and prepared for this training session made butterflies swarm in your stomach. It also made you feel a bit guilty, considering that you had barely remembered the plans at all.

“You really thought of everything, didn’t you?”

He smiled. “I had to make your first time special.”

Heat licked at your cheeks as his words rolled around your head. Though he didn’t mean them in that way, your mind wandered to what it would be like with him.

Snapping yourself out of your daydream, you leaned down and picked up one of the dummy sabers. It was lighter than you had expected it to be, the counterweight of the mock blade pulling on your grip as you examined the saber. 

Ben watched as you familiarized yourself with the saber, finding himself eager to see this training through. It was surprising that he would be interested in something as mundane as teaching a Padawan how to use a lightsaber. Yet, here he was.

You held the saber parallel to your face. “Alright, Master Solo. Let’s get started.”

His dimples creased as he let out a laugh, coming to a stop a few inches in front of you. “If you say so, princess.” He smoothed his hands over your arms until they reached your own, a big hand wrapping around yours on the hilt. “Before you can wield a lightsaber, you need to understand it. A Jedi’s lightsaber is an extension of themselves—a tool to concentrate their energy into during combat.”

You looked up from the silver hilt in your hands to Ben’s eyes, nodding your understanding. Not that you had been able to focus much on what he said, too occupied with the feeling of his other hand discreetly snaking down your waist.

“Focus on how it feels in your hands. Try to imagine it as an extension of yourself.”

You heeded his instruction and closed your eyes, shifting your focus to the hilt. Within a moment, its weight changed in your grasp, becoming lighter and less foreign in your hold. The Force was ablaze around you, its presence all-encompassing and mighty. And at the center of this energy, the focal point of its strength, was Ben’s hand.

You blinked your eyes open, finding the same scene as when you had closed them. If he hadn’t been holding your hands, the saber would have fallen from your grip. 

“Is that–”

"Yes, it's okay. I feel it too." He squeezed your hands and nodded, easing your building anxiety. "You're doing great." He released your hands, circling around to stand behind you. The Force shifted as he moved, as if it were the needle of a compass, guiding you toward him.

“Try spinning it a few times,” he said, his warm, sweet breath cascading over your ear. “Just a simple spin.”

Releasing a shaky exhale, you nodded, twirling the saber in your hand. It was as if you were slicing through the Force that surrounded you, displacing it around your blade.

“Good. Now try crossing it in front of you on your downstroke.”

You did as he said and switched the direction of the spin, struggling with the mechanics of the change. Your body fell out of tune with the saber in your hand. In an instant, a pair of hands grabbed your waist and locked it in place, causing you to drop the saber mid-spin.

“Keep your core tight. It’ll make the more complicated moves easier to manage.” Ben spun you around to face him, the air between the two of you thick and heavy. He glanced at the saber. “I want you to summon it.”

The saber had rolled to a stop a few meters away from you, well out of your reach. “I don’t know how to.” You moved to pick it up, but Ben’s hands on your waist prevented you from going anywhere.

His grip tightened. “Sure you do. Just focus.”

This fucker. Hesitantly, you stretched a hand out in-line with the saber, concentrating on the Force between you and the hilt. Your hand began to shake from the effort before dropping back to your side. “I told you. Just let me pick it up, Ben.”

“No, you were doing fine until you gave up. You just needed to concentrate more. Try again.” He kissed your forehead, sliding his hands down to your hips.

A smile threatened to form on your lips, his kiss an effective antidote to your frustration. You sighed through your nose and closed your eyes, once again reaching out for the saber. The energy between you and the object still felt disordered, but this time, you pictured a clear path for it to come to you.

A beat passed, an eerie stillness falling over you, before the saber collided with your hand, sending a jolt of energy up your arm. 

You stared in awe at the silver hilt in your grasp, a look of utter disbelief on your face. “I can’t believe I did that!” You looked up at Ben to see his reaction, only to find him watching you intently, seeming equally as surprised as you were.

“I wasn’t expecting you to actually get it,” he said earnestly, giving your hips a squeeze of approval. “Most people need weeks, or months, of practice before they can do that. But it came so easily to you. As it did to me, too.”

You smiled, pride filling your chest at the compliment. “What’s next?”

Ben tipped your chin up, his eyes drinking you in for a moment before leaning down to kiss you, smirking against your lips. “Well, there’s no use in starting off slow.” Another kiss, followed by the sound of the other saber hitting his palm. “Let’s fight.”

A/N: (I promise that there won't be this many notes all the time, I just want to update about my upcoming absence!) 

This chapter was a beast to edit for absolutely NO reason, but I love how it turned out. And now, as promised, I'll be taking a few weeks off to study for my exam (and go to Disney, but that doesn't count). Chapter 7 is honestly my magnum opus ((kidding ofc)), so I can't wait to get back and upload it for you guys! Hopefully, the next time you see me, I'll be a licensed nurse!!! Ily guys, take care! -C

#this is where the fun begins #ALSO THIS GIF??? utterly adorable. #ben solo #ben solo x reader #kylo ren #kylo ren x reader #kylo ren x y/n #kylo ren x you #ben solo x fem!reader #ben solo x you #star wars #star wars fanfiction #star wars self insert #kylo ren smut #ben solo smut #my writing

[erwinw]

Jual Alat Digital Lux Meter Murah

Jual Alat Digital Lux Meter Murah

Apakah anda sedang mencari sebuah alat yang dapat berfungsi untuk dapat mengukur kecerahan dan intensitas cahaya lingkungan? Nah jika iya, disini saya menawarkan alatnya yaitu yang bernama “MT-30 Handheld Multifunction Digital Lux Meter“. Berikut adalah penjelasan lengkapnya. Multifunction Digital Lux Meter MT-30 Handheld Multifungsi Lux Meter merupakan sebuah alat yang biasanya digunakan yaitu…

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#Lux Meter

[league-of-starlight]

TOURNAMENT OF SOULS moveset: Draven.

Thought I'd give you a taste of the new series, so you know what you're voting for.

Playstyle: An aggressive rush down fighter, Draven specialises in getting in close with his axes and cutting them to ribbons. While he has projectiles that can bounce back, he’ll need to pick them up if they miss, leaving him open.

Special attacks:

DRAVEN LEAP!: Draven leap forward and slams his axes down. If it hits the opponent, it causes bleeding for brief damage over time.

Playing to the crowd: Draven looks to the camera and does the “Get a load of this guy” pose. The opponent takes increased damage if it finishes the taunt.

Axe toss: Draven throws one of his axes at the opponent in an arc. If it connects, it will bounce back and can be caught from a brief burst of movement speed.

Grinder: Draven tosses both axes along the ground, which return to him for an extra two hits if they connect.

Draven has a unique mechanic called crowd pleaser. The more axes he catches without dropping, a bar just above his super meter fills up. When it gets all the way, he can activate a powered up mode where he moves faster and hits harder. If you don’t catch an axe during this period, the buff immediately goes away and Draven briefly takes higher damage.

SOUL HEAT: Laughing Hyena: Draven does a series of spinning slashes with his axes before kicking the opponent away he twirls his axes for the crowd before throwing them at the opponent as they try to get up.

Victory pose:

Draven shows off for the crowd, juggling his axes before pulling the camera and giving a wide grin.

Quotes:

Draven: “There’s only room for one handsome mug, got it? But damn, I look good!”

Evelynn: “I love your look, but you’ve got wild eyes.”

Gwen: “Didn’t your mama tell you not to run with scissors?”

Irelia: “Would it kill you to relax a bit? You’re bumming the crowd out.”

Jhin: “I’d call that a Draven style performance.”

Lux: “All that sunshine won’t help you out, girlie!”

Naafiri: “Play dead, doggy. Good girl.”

Nidalee: “Better run away, kitty cat, I need a new fur coat.”

Nilah: “Quit smiling already! Creeping me out.”

Pyke: “Maybe your buddy can stitch you together again?”

Samira: “You know, with all your talk, I expected more flair.”

Sett: “Back off, momma’s boy, this is my arena!”

Shaco: “Ugh. You creep me out, man.”

Viego: “Could you shut up about your wife already?! Giving me a headache.”

Defeat Viego (Final boss form): “That eye of yours just got plucked out. Ha!”

Xin Zhao: “This ain’t your arena, old man. Back off.”

Yasuo: Crimson tempest? Pfft, more like red breeze.

Ending:

After Viego embarrassed him and gained the role of tournament host, Draven seethed with vengeance. That debt has been repaid.

With the power of the Eye at his disposal, Draven will now make his face unforgettable. But there is one person Draven still needs to impress.

His older brother, Darius.

Time for a family reunion.

#league of legends #soul fighter #Tournament of souls movesets #draven league of legends

[plaguechyld]

I think I have a theory...

Okay so the sun produces 98,000 lux (lumens per square meter) on a perpendicular surface at sea level, while the moon produces 0.05–0.1 lux, on a full moon it can go up to 0.32, so prehaps demons their skin is too weak for the sun, so if a lot of evolution and bla bla bla happens then MAYBE after millions of years they COULD walk into the sun

you're right...

bare with me this is a long ass ramble ☠️

cough cough idea: Muzan or some upperrank gets teleported millions of years into the future where it's 1 million(ish) years in the future.

This is just scientific theory but, our world will likely advance to a type 1 civilization on the kardashev scale in 100-200 years. We are currently at 0.7276 as of 2023, though because Muzan is from the early 1900s he'd be from a time before that.

A type 1 civilization is able to gather energy from a nearby star which would require us as a civilization currently to boost our energy production 100,000 times over. Though it's not unlikely for humans to advance to this at our current pace. (We have advanced from 0.3 to 0.7 in 2,000 years I believe) Also, looking at medicinal and life science improvements its theorized that we would wipe out most diseases and viruses, as well as regenerative medicine being able to restore organs.

Now, a type 2 civilization would be able to harness energy from their star and be able to control the star itself. One suggested device to allow that to happen would be a dyson sphere, though later theories proposed a dyson ring as a better idea. Going back to medical science, we would be able to extend our lifespan to it's max biologically speaking, no longer falling victim to disease or viruses and being able to *regenerate any part of the body.*

A type 3 civilization is able to travel between galaxies, evolution (in human terms) hundreds of thousands of years of evolution, both biological and mechanical. This will likely alter the human race as we know it, making cyborgs (both organic and not) possible, with descendants of the humans we know today becoming a subspecies. Now, being able to travel between galaxies means harnessing a lot of energy and people from this civilization would do that in a similar way that a type two civilization does so, but they could reach countless more stars.

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Ok! That part of the ramble is over, just needed to introduce the kardashev scale for all this to make proper sense. Now lets just go ahead and say when Muzan is transported he's transported to a time where the human race has advanced to type three.

Now, for the sake of this lets say that the demon race was never wiped out. Instead, over these hundreds of thousands of years they've been evolving, growing stronger and their feeding habits becoming sustainable. They have also undergone aggressive or mechanical evolution thanks to humans. Over the years they lose their original species name and become another subspecies of the human race. The mechanical evolution stopped mutations in appearance from showing up (no more gyokko or hand demon situation) for the most part. Harmless things like markings or limbs were left in because there was no reason to change them.

Also! Important thing is that demons are no longer infertile! They've been reproducing and are no longer reliant on blood transformations. However only a small section of "demons" remain immortal due to crossbreeding with humans and such.

Nobody is familiar with Muzan or the origin of "demons", though scientists were able to see patterns in their blood that showed clear signs of human tampering but because the medicine was never completed nor documented and blue spiders went extinct nearly a million years ago there was no way to trace anything back.

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Muzan and lets say the uppermoons now have to learn how to traverse the multi-galactic civilization and who knows.. maybe Muzan will even start up an organization or join one. Coughs in theory.

For the world itself, or worlds, there's obviously going to be multiple governments, spanning multiple galaxies. So perhaps a galaxy, or several are under the control of a terrorist organization aiming to grow their empire (that is unrecognized). Who knows.... HMMMM

#thoughts

[dr3amsbec0men1ghtm4res]

A little resumen of "dream become nightmares" Characters (but they are the new members of the au only)

Eleonor: It's a pet? is a robot? is eleonor a zombie? A maid? The little that is known about Eleanor is that she has been locked up in Nightmare's castle for a long time

Pastel: She is curious and loud, but she likes to help and she is really good at it, she trusted Nightmare but when she saw Camellia in the basement the trust went away, now she only pretends to be able to infiltrate

Sirah: So you want information about Sirah? Alright! It is identical to lux but you can see the madness from 200 meters away

Cloudberry: Cloudberry is tired and depressed, she doesn't have the energy to be positive, or to do any activities, she doesn't even have the energy to live

Hela: Hela is always angry, I recommend you keep your distance, she appears and disappears around the castle as she pleases, some suspect that she is actually a ghost

(Eleonor It's the oc of one of my friends<3 I wanted to present it later as a surprise but the emotion got the best of me)

#D.B.N eleonor #D.B.N pastel #D.B.N. Sirah #D.B.N cloudberry #D.B.N hela #D.B.N au

[tricoloredillusion]

What Makes Your Muses Body Unique?

Simple premise. Give 5 (or more) headcanons about your muses' body. Hands, eyes, feet, birthmarks, tricks--anything!

The body of a gymnast. Neo is toned and fit, with incredible marked abs from her kind of training. Pretty much, she has the build of a gymnast- fit for her flexible body and the fact she's an assassin/spy.

Hands. The fingertips of her hands are all mutilated, and she has a scar on the left palm. The mutilation was done on purpose to pretty much delete her fingerprints, and the scar on her palm was from an attempted suicide earlier in her life, with a shard of glass. As of late, her nails grow like sharp claws thanks to her newest cat-like nature.

Other scars. While her body has subtle scars from early training in her life, there's nothing too noticeable aside of the one on her palm, and recently, the clean scar across her neck- a leftover from her way to 'ascend' in the Ever After. Technically so, her sharp teeth, slit pupils and ears and tail are also considered visible scars, in a way, from the possession she suffered.

Body 'imperfections'. She has moles all over her body, noticeably so, she has one under the corner of her brown eye (her right) and three on her left cheek, in company of a skin condition known as rosacea, which affects her face.

Height. The fact she's so short is actually one of the things that people usually remember her for, standing at 4'10" (1.47 meters) in heels despite being 25.

Her eyes. Needless to say, her heterochromia is also one of the things that give her away. She wouldn't be as iconic without it.

Cat-like features. Since the possession, her body has 'evolved' and has made Neo a half-beast, so her nails growing into sharp nails, teeth, pupils and ears and tail (despite these last two being trauma responses of her Semblance) are now features that despite trying to avoid them, are inevitably part of her now.

Distinction with her hair. The pink side of her hair is layered, thus making it fluffier and wilder, while the brown one isn't layered, making it wavier despite counting with its own fluffiness. The white streaks on her hair are also subconscious trauma responses.

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[therhythmafterthesummer]

omg rhythm!! i went to the kpop lux the other day in madrid, and i still can't process anything. i only knew ateez, enhypen and ive, but now i want to stan cravity too because i loved their performance!! i just had the biggest shock (skz are my ults) when yunho, hoong and woo made a random dance and wooyoung danced to s class. i just couldn't stop thinking that if they were real because i was watching them, then -as changbin and woo are bff- skz was real too!!!

and the next day, my two friends and i were walking through the city and we saw a group of people passing literally 1 meter from us and one of my friends said that the were xikers, but the other didn't believe her, and we went to see if it was them to confirm, and they were in a shop, and we waited outside and when they came out they they greeted us. i swear they were super nice, even if they also were shy (we were shy too haha)

i just wanted to share it because i can't keep it to myself and it was my first kpop concert, and the first time i interacted with an idol, and everyone in twitter is saying that the kpop lux made history in spain, and when i remember that i was part of that, i just cry. in may i made 1 year with skz and 1 year in kpop, so i still consider myself a baby stay :)) it was very very special for me.

a part from this, every time i was in instagram, i could only watch those reels of skz in paris and i went feraaal!! i have some photos from the lolla from a girl in twitter, but tumblr doesn't let me share them. i just have no words for what happened with stray kids in paris, specially with chris, that is my absolute ult. those looks where incredible!!

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awwww, baby!!! i'm so glad you had fun!!

i wanted to go so badly, but by the time they announced the dates and ticket prices and so on, it was just too expensive for my friends and i to get accommodation ))): the only way we would've been able to go was if we literally stayed at the airport all night, and i told them i'd only do that if skz was going lol. my friends had also just gone to the ateez concert, so they were willing to let the opportunity pass.

we almost cried when we saw shinee was going, though.

i also saw the clips of wooyoung doing s-class and he looked so good skdjhsdkjfsdjk

thank you for sharing your experience with me! really happy you got to enjoy all of it, especially as your first kpop concert-like experience (:

there's been rumours that skz might come next year, and honestly i'm not sure i'm mentally prepared hahahah. i'd probably only go if my friends go, can't imagine doing such a big thing on my own tbh

Chris at lolla destroyed me fr. i loved to see how much fun they were having, and the outfits were, indeed, amazing.

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[mortalsilence]

A dream come true ch6 WIP

First encounter of Hob and Johanna Constantine in A dream come true. Hob still doesn't know Dream's name. --1083 words.--

Hob was too deep into his own thoughts that almost bumped into someone he wished never crossed his path again: lady Johanna Constantine. Fortunately for him, she was still something like ten or so meters away. Turned around. If she ever saw him, Hob should not lead into his own house. Started walking faster. He didn’t plan for this year to disappear; it was going to be a pain in the ass. He really liked his life nowadays, was even trying to date some woman. Well, last one turned him down, but the sea was plenty of fish. God, why he was still thinking on that? And why on earth he has to nearly bump into that crazy Constantine? He remembered her asking for immortality and then, a hundred years later his friend saying that she took care of a job for him. Fuck fuck fuck. The Underground. It is nearly impossible to follow someone in the tube. Went down, circled around a lot of stations, went up from a place he never used, went into a pub, asked for the bathroom after a beer, and then he locked himself up in one of the cubicles to try to take a breath and think what to do next, calculate the exact amount of money he had squirreled up and battery from his phone.

Until someone stopped just in front of him, at the other side of the door. That someone was a she, using high heels black boots. She cursed under her breath, and then started hitting his door.

“Go the fuck out from there.”

“Mmm... I’m sorry miss, but I think you’re in the wrong toilet room...” said Hob trying to disguise his own voice.

“Don’t fucking play games and try to run away from me. The Underground trick didn’t work, I’m not stupid.”

Hob cursed too. Opened the door a little.

“Why you followed?”

“Because I spotted you looking at me and the start running away. But you’re not a demon or look like something that should be running away from me.”

“Didn’t crossed your mind that maybe I didn’t want to talk to you?”

“I had to make sure of what were you. After all you’re bad as fuck trying to hide.”

“Don’t you have better things to do than following me for almost an hour around London?” Asked Hob starting to think that she didn’t recognise him.

“I had. But the asshole I’m searching for disappeared without leaving a trace, so I started searching for weirdos that could get me any info.”

“Well, I’m definitely not a weirdo.”

“That’s something on me to find out.”

Immediately afterwards, kicked the door, almost knocked him and tried to stab him in the chest. But in the last moment Johanna slipped with something in the floor, and lost her balance, falling on top of him.

“Woah, miss... that looked dangerously deadly.”

She got up right away and took her gun and aimed to his head. While Hob was still sitting in the toilet after she kicked the door.

“I wouldn’t do that if I were you.”

“Why not? I worked more than once for the royal family and can go ahead with almost everything.”

“Because it could be dangerous for you.”

It wasn’t the first time that someone aimed to shoot him. Once, the firearm didn’t even work. Another time, the gun jammed. Another, the gun shoot backwards somehow. Death, until he asked, would not touch him in any way. Like the luckiest bastard on town.

“I will say this one time. What the hell are you.”

Hob shrugged, still in the same position.

“Crux sancta sit mihi lux, non draco sit mihi dux, vade retro satana, numquam suade mihi vana, sunt mala quae libas, ipse venena bibas…” started reciting Constantine.

“Sorry, what...?”

“This doesn’t work either...”

“Will you free me for once?”

“One last question: do you know Morpheus?”

“Like the god...?”

“Yes.”

“I’m familiar with his myths.” Said, confused.

“Did you saw him today?”

“I’m afraid we’re not talking the same language.”

“This is not going anywhere.” Took a breath, trying to ease herself, but not putting away the gun. This time, aiming to his balls. “I’ll ask again: Is there something weird around you or you saw something strange today?”

“Dear miss, since you’re aiming to something very valuable for me, I’ll answer your question. I am just a normal guy, with a big mouth and once was very lucky. Nothing else. And as anybody else I withdraw myself from anything dangerous or weird. Thank you.”

“I tried to deadly wound you, threatened you and at any moment you screamed o said you would call the police.”

Fuck. She was right.

“Well, maybe is because, maybe, I am in not good terms with police. Nor anything suspicious. Is the interrogatory over now?”

“For the moment. Still thinking you’re suspicious.”

“Thanks for the compliment, I think you have a very good Latin, by the way. Nothing suspicious, I’m a literature teacher, of course I know how Latin does sound.”

“Just a teacher. A teacher in bad terms with the police.”

“Everybody has a past.”

“You talk too much.” Johanna put away her gun, looked into her coat until she found whatever she was searching for. “Johanna Constantine. You can call me if you see some too weird shit. If I don’t answer don’t insist, I like to have my peace too.”

She let Hob some space for him to go outside the cubicle.

“What were you searching for?”

“You could say I was searching for the Devil and the wandering Jew. But that’s old stories. I was just searching for one of the two assholes, but he vanished. I would not entertain you more, you may already think I’m crazy and I don’t have the patience for explanations today. Nor never.”

“Oh no, you are. You are fucking crazy for having murderous intentions towards an immortal. That’s dangerous as fuck. I would tell you something. Get away from me and leave me alone. And I promise you, lady Johanna, if this is your job ad somehow find someone who needs from your services, I'll send you a text.”

“Wait, immort-?”

“Yep. A lucky bastard. Now, good bye.”

“Wait, who are you...?”

“Nuh-uh. No name.”

“I could use the help of a so-called immortal.”

“Unless the world is ending, no. I like my life easy.”

“The world is already ending. That’s why I’m looking for the bastard who disappeared.”

“Wait, what?

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