#Aero the Ancient
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Scarlet red eyes peered outward from the shadows to study the situation of the weather. Rain. That was all it seemed to do in the East Forest these past few days. Rain seemed to be sporadic since the war a month ago, but they more common than usual. Cleansing was in order. For the past week, rain showers drenched the forest and made it hard to travel. Enough rain had fallen to cover Terios’ ankles and made it hard to tread through… especially with the occasional tree root that popped from the ground and tripped him. As a result of the showers, the Titan and golem sought shelter in the decaying ruins of a building. Thankfully the stone walls of the supposed building had crumbled on top of one another to form a roof.
Don’t think about it, he thought to himself with a tightness in his chest, it’s safe. It’s not the same rain. Just go!
A single paw reached out to touch the rain once more, flinching in reaction when the rain was safe and cool to the touch. As much as he loathed rain, colder showers were viewed just as awful. If the ebony hedgehog and his rock friend were to make it to the temple on the other side of the forest in time, then they needed to move.
“THIS-WEATHER-IS-HORRIBLE.” A monotonous voice was the first to speak from the painful silence.
“I know.”
“IT-WOULD-BE-HARD-TO-ROLL-THROUGH-THE-TERRANE.”
“I am aware, OMEGA.”
Another reason to not travel thought the rain: mobility would be too much of a hassle for OMEGA. His traveling companion had learned how to somersault across the field at various speeds the further they’ve ventured out. Terios didn’t complain, traveling was smoother without having to tuck the rock under his arm. There were other things the preoccupied Terios’ mind other than worry about OMEGA. If he was tasked to get the Chaos Crystal to the shrine, then he would do so from Blue’s wishes. As long as the journey went smoothly to each of the eight temples, then he could secure them in a safe location. The planet was out of balance, who knew what other forces out there would be looking for them… especially in its vulnerable state. As long as the Chaos Crystals stayed within Terios’ care (nestled in his messager bag), then there was not much to worry about.
“OUR-JOURNEY-TO-THE-EAST-FOREST-TEMPLE-WOULD-GO-QUICKER-IF-YOU-DONNED-YOUR-HOVER—“
“They’re at the ruins,” Terios grumbled to himself. “Those are to be used as a different time.”
The rock shifted awkwardly back and forth and hummed to himself in response. For a golem that was designed to assist warriors in sparring sessions, the golem was quite comfortable to be around with his soothing song. No one could deny that. The rain appeared to continue without a clear sign of stopping. It would be best to set up camp for the time being and wait it out for lighter rain. Besides, taking a moment to rest and eating a quick snack seemed like a pleasant idea to him the more he thought about it.
Terios released his breath and turned on his heel. “We’ll stop here for now. I’ll start a fi—“
“WHOA!”
Terios whipped his head and bared his fangs as he witnessed his companion roll down the incline of the ruin’s opening. Squeals of excitement came from the rock head as he rolled down the path quickly. Without hesitation, Terios retreated to collect his things. His bag was flung over his shoulder and his fingers dug into the neck of the staff as he lunged for it. It was better to be safe than be sorry for leaving the items in the open. Terios held in his breath has he bolted outward from the shelter, flinching only once from the cold rain coming in contact with his fur.
It is safe rain, kept moving!
Terios shook the droplets of rain from his head and continued to run. The amount of effort that was made to wipe the rain clear from Terios’ vision proved little support. The hedgehog stopped at the bottom of the hill and twitched his ears in every direction. The best that he could do was rely on sound and hoped that OMEGA was still amused from the little adventure. Ears angrily flicked back and forth to locate his lost friend in the horrid rain. It wasn’t until Terios had made his way to the bottom of the hill that he had heard a faint voice a few feet away.
“PICK-ME-UP!”
The ebony hedgehog broke into a light jog as he made his way to his comrade. When he had located OMEGA, Terios found him turned upside down and propped up along the side of a limestone marker propped up against the base of a tree.
“HOW-DARE-YOU! YOU-KICKED-ME!” The rock head screamed through the violent rain.
If looks could kill, Terios would be dead in an instant.
“It was done by accident!”
“I-AM-PRECIOUS-CARGO! YOU-DO-NOT-KICK-PRECIOUS-CARGO!”
The hedgehog shook his head with a sigh and knelt down to pick him up, but paused as soon as he was blinded by a shimmering light. Rather than listening to OMEGA’s bickering, Terios occupied himself with the stone’s peculiar markings in front of him. Hands quickly reached up to the marker to clear the growing flora on it. Terios could feel his heartbeat in his ears the more he cleared the shrubbery away. Through the moss he could make out a word: “Honor.” Hands continued to rip the plants off the front of the limestone to reveal not only a few words, but a message. Glowing cyan glyphs were chiseled into the limestone’s smooth front as ferns were pushed aside. As the shrine was cleared, Terios lowered his hands to read the glyphs with a frown and lowered eyes.
“To honor the lost souls that were taken during the Great Sacrifice:
Aero
Rosé
Strength
Blue
May the Titan guide their spirits to the light.”
It took Terios a minute to realize that he held his breath through the whole process. Releasing his shaken breath made him realize how much his body ached from exhaustion. As much as the Titan wished to remain strong in the subject, he found it harder and harder to keep his feeling in check. Emotional fatigue was visible in his eyes and quite present in his heart. Terios adjusted the strap of his satchel on his chest and gripped the staff to yank from the ground. He had had enough. Terios picked up the rock head from the ground and tucked him close to his person as he hiked back up the hill.
“It’s time to leave,” he croaked.
"I-DETECT-SADNESS-IN-YOUR-VOICE, TERIOS. ARE-YOU-SAD?"
"No."
"I-SUGGEST-WE-TALK-ABOUT-OUR-FEELINGS."
"No, thank you."
"I-WILL-GO-FIRST. I-FEEL-ENRAGED-BECAUSE-I-DO-NOT-HAVE-A-BODY."
“I know, OMEGA.”
It was going to be a long night.
#The Aftermath#Terios the Titan#OMEGA the golem#My AU#My art#Sonic Boom#Short Story#Shadow the Hedgehog#The Blue Ancient#Aero the Ancient#The Rosé Ancient#Strength the Ancient
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"Wallpaper" by ArgentPhoenix11
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My aesthetic
hating school but loving to learn
messy and smudged cursive written in black ink
almost illegible notes
room full of house plants
candles everywhere because ew electric lights
scattered papers all over the floor and desk
owning a bookshelf but half of the books are in piles on the floor
obsessed with David Bowie, Queen and any other rock stars from the 70s
studying with music but the genre of music changes every 10 songs
drinking way too much tea and coffee
sleep?
shelves if trinkets collected from walks (rocks, crystals, bones, dried flowers)
annotating classics with words like "LMAO" and "that's rough buddy"
rereading dead poets society, the secret history and the picture of Dorian Gray a million times
obsessed with astronomy
researching topics and conspiracy theories at 3am
scrolling through TikTok and Pintrest instead or studying
Reading horror books (Lovecraft and Poe)
Only wearing Doc martens and converse cuz they're the only shoes i own
mixing grunge (flannels, ripped jeans, band tees, fishnets) with fancy clothes (grandpa sweaters, collard shirts, dress pants, blazers)
leather jackets covered in pins (bonus points if they're handmade)
loving cryptids and all things supernatural
crimes, sci-fi or horror movies playing in the background while studying
notes covered in doodles
hair constantly being messily pulled back
way too much jewellery
heavy eye makeup (bonus points if slept without taking off)
loving the rain/ dancing in the rain
Mars bars and mint aeros
book pages beside band posters on walls
obsessed with eyes ( but can't make eye contact)
spending cold days at art galleries, museums, and libraries
playing punk rock on guitar and classical music on piano
having the same hairstyle for 3 years
ink and paint covered hands
in love with the moon
talking to the moon and stars
freaking out about failing a test and then getting 100%
Greek Mythology
"Achilles was a bottom"
sleeping with 10 blankets
crying about dead historic figures in the middle of the night
using halloween decorations as everyday decorations
POMEGRANTE
justice for pluto
protesting women's and lgbtq rights
ranting about the issues of misogyny in ancient greece
coffee stained paper
finding random things in pockets
singing songs in different languages but not knowing what the lyrics mean
chipped nail polish
A bowl of used matches
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Axl and X
Okay so a bit of another idea since I revealed that Aero and Barrett are Axl’s apprentices that’s gonna leave me with Axl’s relationship with his apprentices and X himself since ...
He's the first person that X reunites who’s from his era after THOUSANDS of years after the elf wars, especially that HE died in the elf wars. It’s more emotional for him. Axl missed out so much, the aftermath of the war, creation of Neo Arcadia, the events of the zero series, etc… so he’s gonna have a hell of a recap of everything that went down before they became Biometals.
From Axl’s perspective it felt so short from his Death to waking up on Terra just as displaced as X, unlike him since he woke up earlier allowing him to adapt to this new era better. Axl has been wandering and learning so much of Terra to the point that he’s aware of a lot of stuff. Another thing is that he’s basically a dad now…kinda he didn’t expect it since taking in Barrett and Aero after saving them from a dangerous situation. It was supposed to be just him taking care of them and once they’re old enough he’ll part ways with them. But nope there are his kids now. His partners in crime, his students, they basically remind him of his younger years with their energy and ambition.
God is this how X and Zero (By extension Red) felt when they took him in all those years ago? Now he sorta understands them now…he’s not ready to be called dad yet if he was called then he’ll explode. Also of how much of a huge pain in the ass they can be at times but he’ll either drag them out of trouble or let them solve the problem (if the threat isn’t dangerous). He’s not the greatest dad but he’s sure as shit tries at least. If you hurt them I hope your ready for the fucking mercy of the shapeshifting gunslinger.
He hides his past from them of course because how the HELL can you explain to them that you're from ANCIENT HISTORY, bro he can’t be called old yet! plus he’s waiting for the best time to tell them…but he can tell them snippets of his past without revealing the truth. In forms of absolute batshit stories that no way in hell that happened. Barrett thinks that he’s bullshitting them while Aero thinks that it’s the coolest shit ever at the same time kinda curious of the context.
ALRIGHT GETTING BACK TO THE MAIN TOPIC
But then that all changed when he reunited with X and god that reunion was fucking emotional…X couldn’t never believe to Axl again and how much he’s GROWN. Look at him he isn’t the same happy go lucky kid with assassin skills that he picked up years ago. Compared to how Axl felt, X’s reaction was stronger since he had been through so much shit after the elf wars, enduring so much but also holding on to the guilt of the friends and family that didn’t survive, especially Axl. He crushed Axl with that hug; he was a sobbing mess. Axl also was an emotional wreck too since he apologized to X from dying in the war. It’s just nice to have someone familiar again after so long…
And then Axl finds out that X has 5 kids and one of them is Barrett’s Friend…actually looking back it was kinda obvious that kid was X’s kid since he suspiciously looks like him the most compared to the guardians. And now he not only has to catch up with what he missed from the Elf wars but also finally coming clean about his past to Barrett and Aero too.
X was confused at first only for Axl to explain that…He’s kinda a Dad, then explains that Barrett and Aero are his kiddos. Coming to the realization that…Oh…just like Axl, X should've also put the pieces together cause some of Barrett and Aero’s skills and mannerisms were suspiciously similar to Axl’s. It was so obvious that these kids picked up the traits of their respective parents. It was almost fate that their Kids meant to be close friends like their parents.
Axl definitely starts to visit the flutter to hang out with X. Catching up like old friends, the conversations last for whole hours. It was kinda a shock to see X this happy and healed after everything that he went through. But to be honest it’s for the best, X earned this anyways. Plus he can come towards him when it comes to parenting advice. The same goes for X seeing Axl mature and grown makes him proud of him. But deep down he’s still the same troublemaking kid from before. In both ways they changed for the better…however he still judges Axl for that little Incident involving Barrett calling Volnutt Nutsack.
Axl: In his defense, Volnutt is a pretty weird name that can be used for really creative nicknames.
X: Axl, please it was incredibly rude to say that to my son! Fefnir almost blasted him!
Axl: Okay! Okay! It was rude but at the same time it’s really funny.
X: ASIMOV AXL!!
There's moments that they banter like the old ways before everything went to shit. It’s a bit of a shock to see these old geezers acting like this to be honest it’s for the best….
It would have been completed if Zero was around but the question is…Where is he?
#megaman x#megaman legends#legends reborn#rockman x#Mmx Axl#Zero is out there but he’s doing stuff#Axl absolutely asks X to patch up his Poncho
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Aurae
UPD:
Name source: Aura/Aurae (plural form). The name of a minor ancient greek deity of wind. Name means "breeze".
- Wings itself not used for flying or even gliding, because it cannot bear her weight. Still she is able to float in the air in another unclear way.
- Dust from her wings can make objects "phantom", specifically semitransparent and temporarily intangible.
- Wield aero magic.
TH: https://toyhou.se/23248290.aurae
#artists on tumblr#creature#original character#digital art#character design#feline#chimera#sphinx#insect#update
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𝚂𝚞𝚋𝚓𝚎𝚌𝚝 𝚈𝟽𝟶𝟶𝟶𝟶𝟶𝟷𝟶
SSD: Professor Hojo DATE: XX/XX/XXXX
Subject Name: Yunalesca; or "Yuna" as she prefers. However, I simply call her 'Subject Y' to keep conversaations short and my analysis centered. Time is of the essence!
Age: 23
Height: 5'3"
Eye: Heterochromia; Green right, blue left. (Perhaps the result of Ancient and human intermingling?)
Weapon: Staff, or a sophisticated rod which grants the user proper focus for stronger spell casting.
Equipped Materia: (Restore=All, Heal) (Aero/aera/aeroga=All) (Revive, Water/Watera/Waterga)
Biographay, or what is known thus far: Subject Y is an Ancient—or rather, "half" Ancient on the subject's biological father's side. (Does this mean Subject Y's talents only half compare to that of a full-blooded Ancient?) She was captured in tow alongside her father with willing cooperation. (ShinRa-grade firearms are quite convincing!)
Subjects "Y" and "B" (B200000010; forename "Braska") thus graduated into a project witheld in my viscinity who I paired together to observe their techniques in the art of communing with the voices of the planet. Subject Y was much too young to adequately commune—a consequence of her half-bred blood? Worthless girl. Hence, Subject B allowed us to observe his talents and how the Ancient's use their gift via constructing a telepathic link. The results were fascinating!
LOG #1: A discovery! Subject Y has shown a small act of awakening. A "Planetary Guardian" (about 20 cms in length and height. Spherical. Image is foggy, almost ethereal. Dark blue with blots of inky-black saturation swirling around). "Kimahri" she's named it. A familiar, it seems. Though it was one step forward, Subject Y has shown next to nothing in her so-called talents. She's yet to forge a strong link with the planet. And yet, it gifts her a small allowance of protection to bar my data collection. Syringes labeled with the subject's code (full of a special concoction to speed up her prowess...and other samples from spliced DNA to give her that extra kick) have been misplaced or shattered by none other than the familiar itself.
After months of wasted research, a recent sighting of Ancients piqued my curiosity. Though, they were in the care of my lesser superior, I would reprimand Professor Gast for harboring his experiment and fathering a daughter with Ifalna years prior. I'll see to it I take them off of his hands, as a show of goodwill.
In addition, it would do ShinRa's Science Division well to dismiss my current subjects back to their domain while running from the care of my latest creation: A SOLDIER-mutant hybrid spliced with Malboro DNA! He's quite the fiesty tentacle-weilding abomination with a taste for humanoid beings (considering a dozen of my finest infantrymen stationed to observe him have suddenly gone missing...) I hypothesize Ancient beings would suffice his appetite just as well.
LOG #2: Subjects Y and B have been disposed.
END EXPERIMENT.
16 years later
A peculiar turn of events. It seems she may yet live, and with an abudence of abilities to weild. My! How she has grown!
She conjures healing abilities without the use of materia! And I've noticed her competence to manifest deities—or "aeons" as she refers to them—to fight in her stead without said materia. She has finally awakened.
I will get my hands onto Subject Y. Though, not to cause the specimen to become wary, I will simply discharge a few men to be my "eyes" for the time being.
LOG #3: For my next project, I shall figure out how to rip those deities from her body, and poke around their unusual forms. Perhaps mixing their DNA with fiend DNA laced with a dose of mako before returning them back into her person and observe what may happen to her pets and physical body.
Do my ears decieve me, or did Subject Y suggest the planet beckons her to give up her physical form in exchange for peace? What rubbish! Should she return to the planet there is absolutely nothing that can be done once the body is gone. And yet... there may be some underlying possibility of some phenomena we've yet to know.
Interesting! Very interesting Subject Y! I shall make arrangements to ensure her will is not to be disturbed.
Go forth and give your life to the planet, and my research!
((I'm stealing this from one of my other posts and re-doing it slightly to give a good run-down how things are going with Yunie in this realm.)
Yuna is “half ancient” on her father’s side. He was the second to last person to know all the stories and secrets about his people which he hammered into Yuna before he was killed trying to save his daughter via subjected to one of Hojo's creations.
Hojo declared Yuna worthless to his subjections because her planet spirit guardian, Kimahri, kept interfering with his work when she was young. And since he obtained a “better” specimen one day (Aerith) he “let them go”—a ploy to subject them to one last experiment: a mutated SOLDIER (and infantrymen) to chase them down and kill them.
When Braska is killed, he miraculously keeps Yuna alive by smearing her pink palid cheeks in his blood to fake her death. It was enough to deter the fiend somehow, supposedly not quite starving for flesh? Or perhaps it still retained a semblence of his humanity under all of his horrors? Nobody would know, as it would be killed and covered up sometime down the line.
Weeks go by. A retired SOLDIER named Jecht stumbles upon a malnourished young girl clinging to a decomposing body for warmth. She was in the middle of nowhere, yet the area he found her in was disturbed. There was nary a doubt in his mind ShinRa had something to do with it all. Against his better judgement, Jecht takes her in, clothes and feeds her and raises her alongside his son as if she were his own. Yuna eventually grows into a fine young woman, but her duty is calling to her… the planet is calling for her…
(She is more in-tune with her abilities now that's she's older, so she can still converse with, well, dead people. and the planet itself by simple concentration.)
One day Yuna leaves home leaving a note and implores Sir Jecht not to look for her. Unbeknownst to him, she is on a mission to protect the planet by way of giving up her physical form to unleash a hellish fury upon ShinRa’s mako syphoning reactors. It’s the only way she thinks she can save what was left of humanity.
Thus, she travels around as disguised as a healer and fiend exterminator (mixed with an unusual ability to conjure powerful aeons without the use of summoning materia.)
Hojo catches wind of this, and comes to the conclusion little Yuna didnt die that fateful day. Instead, he watches her. Oh how she has grown! And awakened a new ability, it seemed! Perhaps one bestowed to her by the planet itself? Ah! she is not so worthless afterall!
For now. He sends “eyes” to monitor her movements while running some “tests” in the background.
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The Airs of Rebel's Outopos
Not every night in the new city is the same.
Inspired by a recent post and challenge - accessible here - that created "Airs of X" for their character's version of the City in Silver. Thought I'd have a go at trying the same.
The following city may include: spiders, militants, the breaking of cosmic law for ideological and personal gain, and fungi.
0: Beyond the walls, the distant crack of a gunshot.
1-3: Something humped and many-legged scuttles across the façade of a building, then is gone.
4-6: Shadowy figures cluster around a communal bonfire, laughing and chatting.
7: Tracklayers kneel around a patch of soil and pull strange-shaped devices from the dirt. Some devices hum. Others tick.
8-10: A hinge-hound nudges your side and whines in search of a pet. A bloody Ministry badge dangles from its lower-left jaw.
11-14: Urchins shriek and whoop from the roof-tops as they set off unlicensed fireworks at each other.
15-18: A visiting hobbyist looks on with awkward thanks as her automobile is pulled from the muck by a horse-sized, moon-eyed monitor lizard.
19-22: Spiders spill from an open sewer hatch in a shimmering, emerald tide.
23-26: Moonlight washes gently over the street. Somewhere else, the Internationale is played on union pipes.
27-30: A Young Stag recent to the city walks tentatively, but openly hand-in-tentacle with his rubbery nurse paramour.
31-34: A sudden clearing of the crowd: a reiver patrol has returned to the city. The booming calls and clicks of their terror birds reverberate in the bones.
35-38: False-skeletons from the Bone Market are an increasingly popular novelty fad. Most inhabitants find them kitsch. Some find them aspirational.
39-42: Noises erupt from an ampitheatre. Some are the cheers of the crowd. Some are the bellows of ancient creatures. Some are like nothing you have ever heard.
43-45: Anarchists and cladesfolk from the Roof conduct illicit business in open plazas. Weapons for allies; metal for flesh.
46-49: Phosphorescent scarab hives score mesmeric ribbons of viric and apocyan in the air. Passersby yawn and remember their beds.
50: The city’s vitality leads to miniature ecosystems within the depths of the costermongers’ carts. Leechberries parasitize the helpless flanks of the thunder melons but flee from the predation of needle-carrots. All hide from the vakeapple.
51-53: Amateur aero-enthusiasts and beast-breeders alike surround a recently-docked balloon from the Roof. Talk is already forming of a locally-grown air fleet.
54-57: The side of a wall is plastered with broadsheets, posters, hand scrawled drawings: faces of officials, constables, factory owners. A new arrival walks up to carefully, methodically cross out the face of an Iron and Misery overseer.
58-61: Webs shroud a cluster of streets like banners. Handmade signs advertise the services of silk weavers, scrimshanders, venom mixologists.
62-65: Raucous youth assemble for a trip to London. There is furious argument over whether to see the Museum of Prelapsarian History or Museum of Injustice first.
66-69: Poets of the Nocturnal Ooze movement seek inspiration in the city’s fungal-commons. The more fortunate find their lips and pens fecund with creative spore. The less fortunate are attacked by blemmigans.
70-73: Mist forms on the opposite side of a mirror. The eyes of the aurochs are upon you.
74-76: Tracklayers hack away at undergrowth recently and rapidly sprouted up through an alleyway. The city’s vitality is appreciated, but occasionally overwhelming.
77: Banners with popular phrases of resistance are plentiful on festival days. ‘CAST OFF THESE CHAINS’. ‘DUSK BEFORE DAWN’. ‘DO NOT FORGET. DO NOT FORGIVE’.
78-80: The rattling of an osteomonger’s tambourine. Bones! Bones for the picking!
81-83: Urchins crowd around the storefront of a recently-immigrated Unsettling Toymaker. They stare at a City Seeding automaton with longing and awe.
84-86: A field of puffballs explodes into a cloud of white, soft spores. For a few moments, it is as if false-winter has come to the city.
87-90: A diplomatic deviless discusses opportunities for collaboration with an opportunistic insurgent, mandibles slowly scraping at a tin of tobacco.
91: The air is hazy, clotted and copper-scented. The heart races; the teeth bare. Someone is committing Red Science.
92: Around the armory, the earth shudders and metal screams in birthing-cry: another mortar-beast claws its way out from the dirt to add to the city’s defenses.
93: Shapelings of all forms relax in an amber spring, bathing and contorting their flesh in novel configurations. It is difficult not to stare.
94: Droplets of slobber on your shoulders. Many eyes, watching. You curse whoever decided to hatch enough brachiating spindlewolves for them to breed true.
95: A visiting academic runs from a nearby lecture hall with pale face and heaving breath. “The sigils,” they moan. “They just…cut open the sigils!”
96: A dirigible from Station VIII drifts closer than it should have. Howitzer-beasts stir. Rockets sprout like teeth. A hush falls over the city for several hours.
97: Here, the city’s walls are slick with a viscid slime-mold that stains crimson and splotches like a fresh bruise. Is the city remembering an injury it once suffered? An injury it once inflicted?
98: A furious rain falls tonight, far from the tepid drizzles of London. By tomorrow morning, the city’s walls will have sprouted further still.
99: Tonight the walls drip with amber and the scent of lemon wafts from underneath the city: an auspicious time, according to local legend, for creating new beasts and new families.
100: For the briefest of moments, you can feel the pulse of the city’s heart. For the briefest of moments, there is no light, no cold, no death: only dark, warmth, and vitality. This is the Liberation of Night.
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it's kinda sad really but based on the poll, not a lot of people know about luna snow, white fox, aero, wave, etc! which is a shame because, genuinely, they’re really interesting characters!
sure, some of them has only appeared in one series or doesn’t even have a solo run, but here’s a quick rundown of a couple of asian supes that i think you all should know and love because its aapi and im a proud asian <3
before i start, do read new agents of atlas!! there are a lot of east asian heroes there :)
Let's start...!
Luna Snow
Seol Hee is a K-pop star who gains ice powers after a rather disastrous debut. In 4L1T, the group she’s in, she was dubbed as Luna (aka her idol name) which became her official hero name! Interestingly, she does occasionally save the world while juggling her idol life. Truly an icon. Also, fun fact! She has an official spotify and released songs so go stream!
See her in:
Marvel’s Future Fight - yes, she’s actually an original character for the game. a few of them are!
Future Fight Firsts - a marvel comic about a few future fight original characters! this comic is going to appear a lot lol
New Agents of Atlas
Tiger Division
White Fox
As the last descendant of the Kumiho, an ancient Korean yokai, she was first forced to hide her true nature to the world. After her mother’s death, Ami went to live with her uncle and aunt and enrolled into a human high school. This causes her to find out about the evils that killed her mother and, while saving her friend, she defeated them. Afterwards, Ami was invited by a National Intelligence Service agent to join the agency.
See her in:
Marvel’s Future Fight (game)
Future Fight Firsts
Death of Doctor Strange: White Fox
New Agents of Atlas
Tiger Division
White Fox Infinity Comics
Lei Ling
Lei Ling, aka Aero, was a Shanghai agent who also worked as an architect! She had her powers since childhood and she also founded her own architecture firm.
See her in:
New Agents of Atlas
Aero
Lin Lie
Lin Lie was a young man from Shanghai when his father gave him the sword of Fu Xi. The mystical sword dispels demons and its goal is to stop Chiyou from re-emerging. After several fuck ups in DODS: White Fox, the sword shattered and Lie was tossed into a cliff. We learn after a while that he did not die, in fact he got revived by the chi of Shou-Lao which grants him the Iron Fist.
See him in:
Warriors of Three Sovereigns (or just Sword Master in some sites)
New Agents of Atlas
Death of Doctor Strange: White Fox
Iron Fist (2020)
A.X.E: Iron Fist
Pearl Pangan
Pearl Pangan grew up by the beach on Mactan Island in Cebu, Philippines. She loved the sea and became a really good swimmer, having the potential to win the Olympics. However, obstacles in life turned her aside from that path. She was approached by AlonTech who used Pearl’s swimming abilities to conduct experiments on her. AlonTech was eventually attacked by the Triumph Division and during this attack, Pearl was exposed to several unknown energies which granted her the ability to control water.
See her in:
Aero
New Agents of Atlas
Marvel Voices Infinity Comics issue 50
Dan Bi
(ive reached the photo max whopsie)
Dan Bi is the daughter of an antique shop owner. One day after Tae Kwon Do class, she returned home to see her father's shop in ruins, her father nowhere to be found. Bounty hunters entered the building and hearing them, she hid under a bed, finding the mask that contained Io. On the quest to search for her father, Dan Bi went after the buyer of an artefact, leading her to Jimmy Woo, who recruited her into the New Agents of Atlas. Keep in mind she’s like 11 or something.
See her in:
Future Fight Firsts
New Agents of Atlas
And that’s some of them! Obviously I didn’t add some like Taegukgi, or else this would've gotten too long, but please check them out and give them some love <3
#im being as loud as i can during aapi#im not even american i dont celebrate aapi necessarily#BUT ASIANS 🫡🫡🫡 RAHHH 🦅🦅#tea with cinnamontoast#aapi#asian marvel superheroes#marvel#marvel comics#new agents of atlas#luna snow#ami han#white fox#dan bi#crescent#aero#lei ling#pearl pangan#wave#lin lie#sword master#rambles of a madman
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Mundane Tasks
Context: A non-canonical side jaunt, somewhere mid Endwalker--later than level 84, before the level 88 quest "Hither and Yarns".
Spoilers: Patch 2.5 and level 84 main scenario quests.
Warnings: Some crude sexual language.
Challenge: @ffxivpolyamoryweek! Details here.
White sand got into everything. Showed up everywhere. Came from everything. It came in on people's shoes, sure, but also anywhere the Loporrits had cut, sanded, caulked, or otherwise fabricated building material rather than simply wishing it into being with creation magicks, it drifted around as sawdust. The accommodations for the people of Etheirys, then, remodeled in great haste without any time to fuss about cleanup, were positively caked in it. It reminded Kalina of the Copied Factory, which in turn made her shudder.
The Loporrits had revised the Ancient-sized bedrooms down to something more like lodging at the Carline Canopy or the Forgotten Knight, or perhaps even a Scholasticate dormitory cell: right over the line from “cozy” into “cramped”.
It was certainly too small for three people.
A magicked broom swept white sand into piles near the open door. Kalina then attempted, by way of practice on her mediocre conjury, to use Aero to blow these piles out into a greater accumulation in the corridor outside. She'd made some progress, but all else equal, letting the broom handle the whole operation would have done a better job. On the bed, its clothes clean and free from moon-flour, G'raha and Y'shtola sat taking a break. Or rather, G'raha sat, his back to the wall and legs half folded; Y'shtola lay down, with her head on his thigh. Raha idly pet her shoulder.
“There's something I've been wondering about, Kalina,” said G'raha.
His voice was as calm and even as ever, but Moonbride shot him a look of faint suspicion. “Oh?”
“Is it awkward at all, being here on the moon, with the name you've chosen?”
“Tread lightly, Raha,” said Y'shtola with a smirk. “You may convince her to change it. Again.”
Kalina's Aero dispersed in a whoosh, blowing white sand in all directions, most of them still within the room. The broom began correcting the failure, uncomplaining. She groaned. “I chose it because of the night sky! For the Night's Blessed and the Warrior of Darkness and all! I didn't know we'd be going to the moon, or thinking about living there.”
Despite her words of caution, Y'shtola couldn't resist joining in. “Does the moon know and condone that her Bride has taken other lovers?”
“I'm not fucking the moon!”
“That part's not a problem, I'm sure,” said G'raha lazily. “You're not fucking me, either, and yet all is well.”
Kalina sank down onto a neo-Amaurotine chair still smudged with white dirt. She sat backward on it, resting her chin on its head, pouting with eyes closed. “Maybe I will change it…”
Y'shtola hopped down from the bed and crossed the brief space to her side. She lay a hand on top of the Warrior of Light's head, and caressed down to cup her cheek. “We tease out of love, Kalina ser Moonbride. By any name you choose, you remain ours.”
“Well said.” A guilty look settled onto G'raha's face. “It's unkind of us to make fun of the name of a friend who's passed, besides.”
“Ah, that is fair.” Y'shtola withdrew her hand from Kalina to form a fist and bow her head, sending her thoughts heavensward. “Moenbryda Wilfsunnwyn, I beg your forgiveness. As all faults dissolve in the sunless sea, may my error trouble you not.”
Kalina regarded the two of them with skepticism. “It's not her name exactly. I did go by 'Moenbryda' for a while, like Y'shtola was 'Master Matoya'. But when we returned from the First, I went with something that sounds alike, yet more my own.”
Y'shtola and G'raha stared at her for a silent moment. Then looked at one another. At last Y'shtola turned to her with an expression of perfect gentleness, holding back laughter. “Kalina, my love. In the Roegadyn tongue, 'Moenbryda' means 'Moon's Bride.'”
“What?!” She reflexively tried to sit upright, but with the way her weight had shifted in her awkward configuration to the chair, her chin immediately came back down onto the chair back. “Ow!”
“I'd thought it was intentional.” Y'shtola shook her head. “I should have asked.”
G'raha descended from the bed. “Let's go for a stroll, shall we? Get some air, let the broom do its work, come to terms with personal revelations.” He led the way with Y'shtola, giving Kalina a moment.
“I will have to change it again,” she said mournfully, to the broom.
#she didn't though#it's fine#really it's fine#ffxivpolyamoryweek2024#ffxiv#fan fiction#oc: kalina moonbride#y'shtola rhul#g'raha tia#polyamory#wol x y'shtola#wol x g'raha tia#wolrahashtola#ace!g'raha#endwalker spoilers#a realm reborn spoilers
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Introduction post time!
Hello, I’m L. I’m a fictive alter in a system (main system blog is @strawberryeyebags) and this is my side blog for Mizuiro fashion/ aesthetics. As well as similar aesthetics like cyber core/ frutiger aero etc I’m the co-host and my fellow host has a similar or blog for their more kawaii/2000s aesthetic @astrostired. And if you like ancient history here’s our partner @nyahkmenrah
DNI/BYF is all is our system carrd. https://thesleepoversystem.carrd.co
What is Mizuiro?
Mizuiro (水色界隈) also called Aqua community is a Japanese aesthetic/fashion that uses a pastel blue color palette and visuals. It has a pessimistic mood with cold tones, slouchy/oversized clothing, and an association with Otaku culture. It also incorporates Kawaii elements, especially with mascots like Sanrio.
It originates from an aesthetic was associated with the idol Ano from the Japanese idol group ‘You'll Melt More!’ as well as her fans during the mid to late 2010s. She was the light blue member of the group and her fans followed her aesthetic, eventually it broke away and became a whole community and style of its own.
It’s motifs include:
pale blues, white and greys.
Cute minimalistic illustrations with wobbly line work
A cyber type undertone
Frills
Oversized clothes and tracksuits
Characters like cinnamoroll, Hatsune miku and rei ayanami
Otaku/anime/gaming culture
Arcades, city streets and parking garages as backdrops
Nighttime and dim lighting
Vocaloid
This is where I’ll post and re-blog pictures to do with the style and aesthetic. Partly because I just like to look at it and partly because I want more people to see and appreciate it. Be warned I will block creepy people with no hesitation so don’t be an ass. I’m still learning about this style/subculture all the time as it grows and evolves. So if I get something wrong I’ll try and correct it, don’t take my word as gospel!
That’s all, enjoy the blog.
#mizuiro#mizuiro aesthetic#j fashion#harajuku fashion#blue aesthetic#Aqua community#cybercore#cyber aesthetic#menhera#fictive#fictive run blog#fictive blog
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This may be a silly question since it literally already applies to every single Sonic and Tails in the multiverse, but are/were Blue and Aero still as close as brothers?
Hey! There’s no such thing as a silly question. I think that it’s a great question!
Aero is an Ancient in training. He’s the apprentice of Blue, the deity of creation. Their relationship with one another is family like—Blue would be his parent, Aero their child. Blue absolutely worships the very grounds that the fire kitsune walks on.
However, I think that you would enjoy the brotherly bond with Aero and Terios a lot in the AU!
#mystery anon#my au#my art#The Blue Ancient#Aero the Ancient#Sonic Boom#They can absolutely be seen as siblings but Blue is more of a parent to Aero
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on the topic of the aero aesthetic my feelings on it r a little funny bc i was actually a little shocked to find out thats the windows customization other 2000s old web ppl consider The y2k PC thing bc.if i recall correctly it wasnt just my family that went through this the whole country had a kind of technology rush during the 2000s, so from kindergarten to fifth grade i had already experienced windows 98 to windows 7 which makes my brain see "old computer" n think of our ancient 98 PC, so while other ppl think "y2k computer aesthetic" n think of aero i think that n think of that peculiar green n gray color scheme.its just funny aero feels a little too modern for me bc of all that i need my computer set to the opaque options or its just wrong
#analiceoriginal.txt#god i loved that thing i remember.i think it was my uncle? who drove over w a computer n i rushed to the car to see what he bought#n i was all WHATS THAT WHATS THAT IS THAT A COMPUTER#my aunt installed some emulated atari games n would call me over to play them n i was obsessed w the forest n robber ones#the one w that rly weird dragon sprite n the castle fascinated but also scared me#i also loveeed that version of paint w the spray can that would leak downwards i thought it was so stylish#'werent you guys poor how the hell did get that many computers' thats a great question baby.#sadly i dont know the answer to that i was busy having child issues like having to eat my carrots n having early onset psychosis to ask#any adults abt it
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Sup it's Liz B)
Was just thinking about how all of my mutuals reblog different stuff and I got this crazy idea for an ask. What kinda stuff do you reblog most often? How would you define your preference in tumblr posts? Personally I think I'm just generally rambunctious, but also I reblog anything related the internet and cool programs and policies and stuff
AAAAAA FREN LIZ SPOTTED!!!!! i forgor i had an inbox lmao. if it's an ooold ancient tumblr post that i saw a LOT when i was a kid (like the colour of the sky post or the hank green post) then i will always reblog to keep em alive (public service, respecting elders) but also i love those posts that are people playing with jpegs like dolls :3 oh!!!! and those DASHBOARD simulators that are like "if vampires had tumblr" or smth like that that usually peek into what kind of weird niche internet drama would be going on in that universe's tumblr!! i also have an aesthetic blog for pretty pictures uwu i like vaporwave and dreamcore/weirdcore a LOT but recently the frutiger aero trend has won me over cause i LOVE colourful stuff that makes me feel weirdly sad...
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just finished my aeros campaign session! i gave them an ancient topaz dragon to fight and they shunted him into the astral plane :3 it was honestly so fun!! i love my friends! the dragon was sent to find them after tracking a sending stone that they picked up from the first "boss" they defeated back in session 2! they tossed the stone in their bag and never thought of it again. which is extra funny because, when one of the pcs finally spoke into it at the end of session, it was his mother who answered :') i've been sitting on that for a long time! she's a high ranking member of the council who runs the capitol city of the region. getting to reveal something cool like that with perfect timing to end the session felt great <3
#aeros tag#i've talked about this campaign so much but never tagged any posts for it oops#also the dragon disintegrated some minor npcs they've interacted with and it was cool to finally have something weighty for them to react to
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TM: Wingward Territory
The Citadel:
A towering mountain peak, serving as the central command post for the Wingward's Commander and Council of the Sky. The Citadel has multiple small crevices which lead to a massive tunnel system, where the Wingward have many strategies, drawings, tools, and hold meetings with the Knights.
Starry Bazaar:
The Starry Bazaar is a mountain clearing nestled amidst the Wingward peaks, renowned as the heart of social activity within the kinship. This bustling place is characterized as one of the only places where water is accessible, and where couples often come to spend the night perched under the trees, watching the stars.
Zephyr Training Grounds:
Open fields surrounded by gentle slopes, ideal for Wingward Cadets to practice aerial combat maneuvers. The Zephyr Training Grounds are essential for honing the flying skills of Wingward cats and ensuring they are prepared for defensive and offensive tactics.
Thunderclaw Quarry:
A quarry where Wingward Knights extract stones for constructing fortifications and crafting weaponry. Thunderclaw Quarry is strategically located by The Citadel, ensuring a steady supply of durable materials for the kinship's needs; named after Thunderclaw, the Knight who discovered the caves.
Aero Spire:
An ancient spire dedicated to the Wingward's sky deities. The Aero Spire Sanctuary is a sacred space where Wingward cats come to offer prayers, seek guidance, and celebrate their connection to the skies and celestial forces.
Avalanche Pass:
A treacherous mountain pass prone to avalanches, serving as a natural barrier against potential invaders. Wingward scouts and warriors patrol Avalanche Pass to ensure the safety of their kinship and to anticipate any threats from rival kinships or outside forces.
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