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pilesofpillows · 1 year

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Stars Abound || Okoye x Attuma

A Sea of Stars ~ Part 2 of 3

Summary: Okoye is having triplets… she is not amused.

Warnings: Fluff, Implied/Referenced Smut, Appropriation of Egyptian Dieties

Tags: @mickimomo @xblackreader @mamajankyy @theeblackmedusa @karimk2 @sphinx81 @dontruinmymorning (for the food HC 💕🫶🏾)

A/N: This is the follow up of my fic Stars Within… I recommend reading that first.

Word Count: 2.3k

Okoye wasn’t speaking to him.

She glared plenty. Muttered under her breath frequently. Crossed arms and narrowed eyes met his every move. She even hissed at him when he reached out to hold her after she finished vomiting up her midday snack.

Not a single word had passed her lips. Not ones meant for him anyway. Even now, she was singing to her angry land whale.

It had been hours.

From the moment the ah-men told them his beloved carried more than one life within her, Okoye had ceased speaking to him. As they rode the transport home, she looked at him as though she was contemplating throwing him off it. Once they’d entered the house, any attempts at conversation were met with hostility.

He tried asking about dinner and was met with a fierce glare and mumbles about “shark-fin soup and sashimi”.

He tried again an hour later as she cut up mangoes for a snack, and his K’iino’ plunged the knife so deeply into the cutting board it nearly split.

When she’d run to throw up those same mangoes a half hour later, Attuma attempted to come into the bathroom with her to provide comfort and sing a soothing melody as he had that morning. Instead, Okoye closed the door in his face, turned the lock, and muttered about “fucking Talokanil breeders”.

Now, Attuma watched as the Sun dipped low in the sky, and his K’iino’ stood outside feeding M20. He ducked down through her kitchen door, exiting the house.

“Okoye, K’iino’, do you know what you’d like for dinner?” He asked, hoping she had calmed from her earlier temper. He rubbed a hand on the back of his neck nervously. “We have leftover chicken, or we can go out? Or I can cook? Perhaps some tamales?”

Okoye hadn’t looked up from M20 the entire time. She had a basket of sliced melons and oranges to feed him while she cooed sweetly. “You hear that? Ukrebe wam omnandi ovelisayo osisiphukuphuku [My sweet, stupidly fertile shark] wants to know what we’re having for dinner, sweet boy. He wants to know what he should feed the mother of his three children.”

It was clear she had not calmed from her temper. Attuma pouted at the insult; he hadn’t intended to impregnate her with three children. Still, it happened, and now there was an abundance of stars within his Sun. They should be celebrating.

The rhino snorted, and Okoye hummed and fed him another slice of melon. “No, you heard me correctly. Three. Three babies. All at once.”

“Okoye-“

“Three!” She repeated, talking over him. “What is your umama going to do, M20? Hm, what’s she going to do with three babies?” The rhinoceros didn’t respond but nudged her stomach gently with his massive head. “Mmhm, that’s where they’re growing. All. Three. Of. Them.”

“ K’iino’, please. Is it not a blessing to have such abundance? Chaac and Bast have looked upon our union and blessed us with a sea of stars!”

The speed at which she spun on him should’ve been impossible. Attuma was delighted and terrified all at once.

“Don’t you dare try and sweet talk me, Attuma of Talokan!”

She began yelling at him in Xhosa, gesturing wildly, words coming too fast for him or Princess Shuri’s AI to translate entirely. The bits and pieces he did understand caused him to flush violet. Words about his sexual prowess, how he’d distracted her with the size of his member, and how his “stupid Talokanil sperm” had broken her birth control made him feel a sense of pride that he fought to keep off his face, lest he further provoke her wrath.

“You are lucky that I don’t feed you to Tobeka,” she finished her rant with a huff. Attuma purpled further at the mention of the hippopotamus that tried to eat him each time he entered the river. Surely, his beloved wouldn’t-

Okoye kissed her teeth and glared at him. “ Unethamsanqa andikwazi kulala ngaphandle kwakho ngoku. [You are lucky I can’t sleep without you now.].”

Attuma took a few cautious steps toward her and opened his arms. She rolled her eyes but stepped into his embrace anyway, and his heart soared. “Sleep eludes me when I’m without you, too, in yakunaj.”

His beloved hummed, nuzzling into his chest. Attuma rubbed her back and bent to place a kiss on her head.

“You wouldn’t really feed me to the hippo, would you?” he murmured into her braided hair.

“Mm, no,” she said, leaning back to look into his eyes. She pouted her lips up for a kiss which he was more than happy to grant. Their lips parted, and Okoye smiled. “But I did consider commanding M20 to impale you.”

Attuma’s eyes widened, and the color drained from his face as the massive rhinoceros snorted and stomped on the ground.

“ Ko'olelo'!”

His beloved laughed and danced out of his reach, grabbing the now-empty basket of fruit and making her way back into the house. He followed after her, ducking back into the house and snatching her about the waist as she cackled.

“Ah! Attuma, put me down!” she shrieked between laughs as he spun them deftly around the kitchen and into the living room.

Attuma carried his laughing love over to the sofa where he’d first heard his children and collapsed onto it, settling Okoye on his lap. She reclined in his arms, her laughter fading as he kissed her neck.

“You will be a wonderful mother, in K’iino’. To all of our children, however many that may be,” Attuma said softly, rubbing a large hand over her still-flat stomach.

“All of them, eh? Just how many do you think we’ll be having, sithandwa?” Okoye asked, craning her neck to look at him.

“How many do you wish for?” he answered with his own question.

His beloved snorted. “I think I got more than I wished for this time.”

Attuma chuckled and grabbed her hand, folding his right fist on top of hers. “My mother told me this is how she and my father decided how many children they would have.” He raised their joined hands. “You will lift one finger for every child you wish to have, and so will I. The last number we agree on will be the last we plan for.”

Okoye hummed and pressed a kiss to his jaw, then looked at their hands. “Well, we’re already having three,” she said, raising their first, second, and third fingers. She sighed, “I think… if Bast says the same, I’d like one more,” and their fourth fingers were raised. Attuma stared down at her in admiration.

He didn’t think they would get past three.

“Any thoughts on how many pups you’d like to have, Indoda Kakrebe [Shark Man]?”

Attuma huffed and jostled her a bit, making his beloved giggle. “If you, and the gods, are amenable… I’d like one more ‘pup’,” he said, uncurling his thumb.

“Mm. Five, eh?”

Attuma watched as she seemed to curl her thumb further inward and scolded himself for the fleeting feeling of disappointment that filled him.

“You should know that I’m not getting up to help you after the fourth,” Okoye muttered, unfurling her thumb.

Attuma smiled wide and slotted their fingers together. He hugged her tighter, kissing the top of her head.

“In yaakunaj ta wo'olal mina'an u ts'o'okol. [My love for you has no end.].” Attuma whispered into her hair.

A loud bark of laughter left her, and she pinched the arm resting across her waist. “It better not! I’m carrying three of your children! I’m going to be as large as Tabai by the end of this.”

He chuckled at the mention of his beloved orca and brought their entwined hands back to her belly. “I cannot wait to see how you ripen and swell. Your beauty will only be magnified.”

“The only thing you’re excited to see swell are my breasts,” she teased.

Attuma purpled but could not deny it. It was true. Even now, her chest was a tempting sight in the low-cut tank top she wore. He wondered how they would look as she bounced-

A flick to his nose brought his attention back to the present, and he could see the bemused smirk on Okoye’s face.

“You were leering, wena krebe ungenantloni [you shameless shark],” she said by way of explanation.

He disentangled his fingers from hers and trailed a hand up her torso, palming her left breast lightly. “And why should I feel shame for staring at what is mine?” Attuma asked while nibbling on her ear.

“Yours, hm?” Okoye’s voice had taken on that breathless hitch, cluing him in to her arousal.

He squeezed. Just enough to draw a moan from her. “Always.”

Okoye wiggled against him, arching up into his hold. “We- ah!” she gasped as his hand made its way into her underwear, his fingers parting her folds.

He spread his legs, forcing hers apart, splaying her on his lap. Dipping his longest finger into her core, he drew out the wetness pooled there and dragged it up to circle her ak’. His beloved gasped, and her hips bucked into his hand.

“Attuma, we don’t have time.” Okoye let out a breathy moan as her hand gripped his wrist, trying to halt his movements.

He smirked and quickened his pace, pressing down harder on the sensitive bud. “Do you have somewhere else to be, K’iino’?” he mocked, sucking a mark onto her neck.

“Dinner-” she panted, trying to insist as her head fell back on his shoulder.

“-can wait. I’ll be quick,” Attuma promised, pushing his fingers inside her.

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“You could’ve told me dinner was with your mother,” Attuma whispered, unable to meet Kioni’s disapproving gaze.

They were standing in the older woman’s subterranean kitchen, her dark eyes burning daggers into the side of Attuma’s head.

“I tried!” Okoye hissed back.

“I can hear the both of you,” Kioni whispered loudly, interrupting their bickering. “And while I’m happy that my daughter is in a healthy, loving relationship, I do not need the details of it aired out in my kitchen.”

Okoye ducked her head down, and Attuma purpled. “Yes, Umama.”

“Set the table, please,” she said, nodding towards the dining room, “I’ll be out with the stew in a minute.”

They settled around the table to eat, with easy conversation flowing between them. Attuma was sure that Okoye would fight the entirety of Talokan herself if anyone tried to get between her and her mother’s stew. He also enjoyed the surface woman’s food. More than his own mother’s, though he would never admit it aloud. It helped that Kioni always packed a week's worth of food for them to take home after dinner.

Okoye finished her second bowl of stew and reached for the ladle again. Kioni’s eyebrows nearly shot to her hairline.

“Oh! Did you forget to eat today, intombi?”

“No, Mama. Just hungrier than usual,” Okoye replied, attempting to sound casual. Attuma knew differently.

They hadn’t told Kioni about her grandchild (children, his mind corrected) yet, and Okoye was nervous. The older woman narrowed her eyes as his beloved devoured her third bowl of stew with the same fervor as the first two. She hummed but said nothing.

“So,” Kioni said, sitting back once they’d all finished eating, “are you two planning to get married before the baby arrives?”

Attuma froze momentarily but startled back into action as Okoye began choking on the sip of water she’d taken. He moved quickly, crouching by her chair, patting her back as she coughed violently.

“‘M fine, I’m fine,” she choked out as the coughs subsided. She wiped the tears from her watery eyes and waved him away. Attuma didn’t move from his position. Okoye took another slow sip of water, and he waited until she swallowed before answering Kioni’s question.

“We will be married when in K’iino’ is ready to have a husband again. No sooner. Our marriage bonds, or lack of them, will not change the fact that they will be our children.”

This time, it was Okoye’s mother who choked. “Children?!”

Okoye’s head had snapped to him when he’d spoken, and her eyes were locked on his face. He didn’t know if she registered her mother’s shock in the background. Attuma looked up at her and smiled gently.

“Tia'alo' yéetel le mía. [Yours and mine.],” he whispered, repeating the same assurance he had told her when he’d first heard his paalalo'ob.

“Eyakho neyam,” she repeated, running her fingers through his hair and kissing him sweetly.

Kioni cleared her throat, and they returned their attention to her. “Children?” She repeated. “Has the Blessing of Taweret rested upon our family again?”

Attuma’s eyes darted to his beloved quizzically, but she looked just as confused.

“The Blessing of Taweret?” Okoye asked.

“You said you are having two children, yes? That is the Blessing of the Fertile Mother. It has run in our family for generations. Surely, you remember that your malume olusiz [wretched uncle] and I shared a womb?”

Okoye said nothing, looking stunned. “I- I cannot say I’ve ever thought about it, umama. You said this runs in our family?”

Kioni nodded with a proud smile. “For thirteen generations, aside from myself and a few others. At least one set of twins. Your umakhulu was so very sad that your baba and I were not blessed. But I was grateful. Your father and I were War Dogs, and neither of us wanted to raise children outside of Wakanda. Having you was blessing enough for us.”

Attuma hummed and glanced at Okoye, watching her take the information in. It seemed he wasn’t wholly responsible for this predicament after all.

“We have been blessed by Taweret and Ix’Chel,” he said proudly. “Okoye is having three children.”

Kioni’s eyes widened while Okoye’s narrowed. “I can still feed you to Tobeka.”

A Sea of Stars:

Part I - Stars Within

Part III - Stars Aglow

#attoye #attuma x okoye #okoye x attuma fanfiction #okoye x attuma #okoye is beyond done #attuma is a melodramatic drama Queen #kioni knows whats up #pilesofpillows #a sea of stars

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randomdeinonychus · 1 month

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A random selection of Roger Corman posters.

Rest in Peace to an absolute legend.

#roger corman #not of this earth #little shop of horrors #creature from the haunted sea #the wasp woman #the dunwich horror #piranha #humanoids from the deep #battle beyond the stars #galaxy of terror #forbidden world #poster art #rest in peace

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the-starry-lycan · 2 months

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Thought about nicknames that the gay alchemists would have for each other, and the ones that came to mind are

Resh'an = Reshy Aephorul = Fleshy

Reshy and Fleshy, the immortal gays.

And sometimes the two might forget they're out in a public space with other beings near them, and occassionally Resh'an might call Aephorul "Fleshy" and get tentacle slapped in the face. Aephorul was the one who gave Resh'an his nickname first in a sweet, endearing way, but soon it devolved into Resh'an making fun of Aephorul once he took up the title of Fleshmancer.

#you're welcome #sea of stars #saboverse #sabotage studio #resh'an #aephorul #immortal alchemists #the immortal gays #the gay immortals #i love them so much #Reshy and Fleshy #the names are beyond horrible and i love them

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brooklynislandgirl · 1 year

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@tangleweave {{xx}}

It will never cease to amaze her, the kindness and generosity Bill consistently shows her. She would not once complain if his voice rose in beratement much as Andy would have done ~with good reason more often than not~ and her apology at the end of the tirade about being more mindful, of being less trusting, of simply not just wandering off, would have been entirely sincere. Her ʻĀnela however does not scold her. No, despite sustaining injuries that she was powerless to fix, and forced to both defend her honour ~something that secretly crinkles her nose at the notion of~ and saving her life, Bill gently carried her back to Skuttlebutt after the battle, and deposited her onto one of the medbay bunks to recuperate while he went to tend himself. He prioritized their well being over any I-told-you-sos or Why-do-you-always. It is a testament to his innate affable nature. She couldn't quite articulate it at the time, and even now she's still more than a little fuzzy and faint within herself, she does have a question. She'd heard once from a rune-cutter that 'real warriors don't show their hearts until an ax cuts open their chests', and at the time, she figured it was just some hyperbole from a skald kinfolk of the Get of Fenris. As she now knows, the Norse Gods she'd heard of are maybe more real in this universe of his, and different too. Aliens. It takes a little time to wrap her head around but has he heard the same from his hanai brother? Or even the All-Father? Something she puts a mental pin in, sure he would be glad of sharing his thoughts one way or the other, when they have the acuity to be clearly understood, and taken for their word. For now, she's doing her best to prevent him from worrying about her while also being perhaps slightly envious of Skutt's ability to patch him up in all the ways she can't, her most valuable skill and offering. She doesn't know if her worries and the heavy weight of guilt are pulling at her features or shining in her eyes, but they make everything about her feel like lead. Just as he dips his head toward her, she lifts her own eyes to his. Every now and again she thinks she sees a pearl-like sheen to the opaque white, but when she goes looking for it specifically, she can never see it. Chimerical, perhaps, but a beautiful mystery to her. She's sure it's likely a trick of the light but the more poetic soul of her thinks maybe there's that gleam in them now. One great hand swallows her own from wrist to fingertip and she doesn't mind. If anything, she would be over the moon if he weren't hurt so that she could have him envelop her entirely. But what she wants is how they got here and she doesn't lose sight of that. Instead, she takes solace at what he offers and ends up curling her fingers around one of his digits. Gives it the softest of squeezes partly to show him comfort and apology, partly because she has not the strength in her for anything more. At first she thinks that he might be trying to imply that she shouldn't wander off, finally admonishing her while reminding her that he's vowed himself to her safety and her return. Just as she expected but feared he might. What makes it worse is that his way of speaking, the smooth deep timbre and the All-Speech, leaves her no room to escape condemnation. Even if he accepts her wishes, allowing her to stay with him instead of in her own rack. But woven throughout what he has actually said... A faint smile plays around the corners of her lips, pulling her freckles there into a sharper relief and restoring a little colour to otherwise ashen skin. "I think that...that's the sweetest thing anyone's ever said to me." A pause and now there's crinkles at the corners of her eyes and nose, where they meet. She’s ever quieter when she asks for confirmation "Do you mean that, truly?"

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erthshaker · 2 months

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cootcutebatkat · 7 months

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Stan is an astrology bitch

#don't ask me how i know. i just know #his mom being a psychic and him being her lil free spirit #he probably doesn't show how big of an interest he has beyond sun signs (what everyone thinks of astrology)#but he will memerize birth charts and take a lot of joy in how he and ford are different thanks to the few minutes between them #that and he loves the idea of using the stars to navigate at sea but he didn't become an expert until he got kicked out #gravity falls #mine #my post

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enchantress-sunshine · 7 months

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Our universe

Shining so bright our universe is full of magical things✨

#spirituality #galaxies #space #universes beyond #outter space #sea of stars #stars #cosmic #cosmic wisdom #cosmic witch #cosmic wonders #cosmology #power of the universe

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yandere-romanticaa · 2 months

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⚘ 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞.

m. - "forevermore" typically refers to something that lasts for an indefinite amount of time or for eternity. it implies a sense of permanence or lastingness.

You've ran away from your husband, the 11th Fatui Harbinger, Tartaglia himself. However, have you truly escaped his grasp?

yandere! tartaglia x fem! reader.

The shimmering rays of bright morning sunlight made the living room come to life as you sat in a classic wooden chair, a steaming cup of tea in your hand. It burned your fingers ever so slightly but you could not be bothered to remove them from the cup.

The pain made you not focus on the massive bouquet of flowers which were placed on your pretty white table.

From the corner of your vision, you could see the card which clung onto the fresh bunch of blooms, the handwriting on it disgustingly elaborate but oh so familiar.

"Blood red roses." The card said.

"I always knew that you fancied roses, and I couldn't resist to get you these specific ones when I saw you looking at them."

Bastard. How he had managed to track you all the way to Mondstatd was beyond your comprehension, but in hindsight, you really should have known better. The Fatui could sneak in anywhere they damn well pleased, be it the hustle and bustle of the city of Mondstatd, to the dirty cracks of the Chasm.

It was only natural that the many agents which were stationed in the city would start to talk upon seeing the wife of a Lord Harbinger so far from home.

You concealed yourself at first, obviously. Most unfortunately, word started to spread like wildfire that you had fled in the dead of night, never to be seen by anyone. And, due to the fact that your husband did not possess a single shred of decency in his body, he proudly showed you off wherever he could.

Just the mere thought of the memory made you shudder.

Your good husband was - is - a wealthy man. He made sure to spoil you in the finest of silks known to man and the endless sea of jewelry which was sent your way, if it were to be sold, could feed an entire army.

Although, he was always particular about your arms. He didn't like seeing anything on them except for the, surprisingly, simple wedding ring he got you.

It was a promise, he had told you.

His eternal promise to you, until the end of time. He would love you, in sickness and in health, there was no force in the universe that could separate him from you.

In a way, he was keeping his promise. He made the trip from the homeland straight to the City of Freedom all on his own.

... He probably didn't even need to hear the reports from anyone of your whereabouts. Knowing him, he tracked you down all on his own, using nothing but his wit and sharp senses.

He was a terrifying man. A man you ought to stay away from, a man who had the blood of countless innocent people on his hand. And yet, those same hands would keep you warm during the cold winter, his soft and pale lips would pepper your body with gentle kisses, making you feel as if you were the most beautiful woman in the universe.

Archons, he'd whisper to himself, his breath hot on your neck, making you blush. He would just say whatever came to mind, completely lost in his blind passion.

I want no one else but you - You are my everything - I will make you mine -

Frankly, you did not know how to feel. In those private moments he was less a man and more a lovesick little fool. He could not keep his paws off you, even if he wanted to. As the evening would go on the kisses would evolve into something more, something primal, carnal even. Tongue and teeth would mesh together, leaving a thick string of saliva between him and you, to which he would always let out that darling boyish laugh of his.

You loathed the fact that in those moments, he truly was ethereal, no different than a star.

What made your skin crawl was the effect his touch had on your mind and body. He became something akin to a drug, even now as you felt the sweetness of freedom with your own two hands you still felt the urge to hold something tight at night because your husband had spoiled you rotten with his presence.

Finally, you turned to look at the flowers as the horrible realization dawned on you - you loved him. You loved that man and it was putrid.

You cannot go back. You would not go back to him.

Jumping off a building would be a smarter thing to do.

As you pondered on and on about your predicament, you failed to notice the lingering shadow in your hallway. Deep blue eyes monitored you like a hawk as he toyed with a switchblade he had in his pocket. What should he do with you? He was furious, naturally. You were the last person in the world he wanted discord with. You broke his heart a little when you left and the fact that you didn't even care about his feelings only added insult to injury.

Even so, he could not help but to feel overjoyed by the fact that you hadn't thrown out his gift. He was half expecting you to burn whatever he sent you to the ground, not to mournfully contemplate in deep thought like this.

That was how he knew you loved him. It was crooked and wrong, but he had you. He had you and you didn't even know it. He'd bring down the heavens themselves if it meant that you could feel a fraction of the love he held for you. His lips curled into a sly grin but his heart pounded like clockwork in his chest. This waiting game was so horrible.

But the hunter in him couldn't resist, cornering you like this was just in his nature.

Victory was so close, he could practically taste it. Soon enough, his wife would be in his arms, weeping and apologizing and he would soothe her, like a good husband ought to. Yes, that was how this scenario would play out.

He was too clever to let it happen any other way.

It would be just him and you, perhaps even with a bundle of joy if the Tsaritsa blessed him. Even so, with you here, he had everything he could ever dream of.

Him and you, against the world, standing by each other's side, forevermore.

💋 TAGLIST: @genshinarchives, @saturnalya @mod-kisa-blog, @juuuuuj101010, @alatusprinz @kalopses-sonderes, @b10h4z4rd, @lakxcpsta @xiaopleasecomehome, @mayulli, @cc-6789, @mewmeowmika, @ranposgirlboss, @goldenglow149

This fic was born out of my own pure passion and love for Tartaglia, apologies for the Cringe™ I put you all through.

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kdramasforever97 · 1 year

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You know a Kdrama is great when you start arguing and have the urge to throw things at your tv. Also the need to pause to absorb everything that just happened.

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rararasputins-dick-mind-control · 1 year

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Beyond the Sea

Dishonored god of the stars and the infinite, Dthaen.

As one of the few who can see beyond Tahan (the Great Ocean), they’ve become obsessed with exploring the Last Unknown. Of course, they are unable to leave Tahan, so it is that they must remain, forming stars, killing old ones, and watching time pass.

At least mortals are fun to play with.

#idk here my oc #found that photo on pinterest and was like ‘WHOA thats dthaen right there’#cause i was having trouble figuring out what they should look like #i like the star head thing tho #the title is from one of my favorite songs ‘Beyond the Sea/La mer’ by Django Reinhardt #his version isnt actually a song but the music is really good #anyway #art #oc art #dthaen #i hate drawing clothes haha

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suntoru · 3 months

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❝ I'VE LOVED YOU BEFORE, I'M SURE OF IT!❞

— SYNOPSIS: eons ago, the king of curses lost his lover. you're gone, you have been for years, so why is it that you're standing right before him?

— WARNINGS: reincarnation, death of servant, your death mentioned, blood, swearing, angst, fluff, ooc sukuna?, he's downbad, 3k words

— AUTHOR’S NOTE: HELP MY FIRST TIME WRITING FOR SUKUNA IF U LIKE IT PLS LMK AND REBLOG!!

a face so familiar that in a sea of people, he'd recognize it instantly. he could paint a perfect picture from memory alone; how could he ever forget you? the only person he's ever grown accustomed to loving with every fiber of his being. the only person who's ever made the very king of curses feel weak. so then, why... why are you here once more?

impossible. it couldn't, shouldn't be you. he watched you slip away, felt your last breath against his skin, cradled you in his arms as your life ebbed away, the haunting reminder of the day he lost you. so why, against all reason, are you standing before him?

he can't deny the reality that it's truly you standing there, amidst the blossoms, with those delicate features that outshine even the brightest stars in the sky. the very essence of innocence radiates from your being, reflected in the purity of your gaze as you remain unaware of his presence, lost in the simple joy of picking dainty flowers from his meticulously tended garden. it's a scene so achingly familiar, yet impossibly surreal, as if plucked from a distant memory and brought vividly to life before his eyes.

his naive little lamb, blissfully unaware of the danger that lurks just beyond the edges of his meticulously guarded property. anyone could sneak up on you at this very moment, and you'd remain oblivious, lost in the gentle warmth of the sunlight as you hum a soft melody to yourself. do you not realize the trespass you commit with every step, the audacity of encroaching upon his domain?

for if you were anyone else, the ground beneath your feet would surely be stained crimson, a stark reminder of the consequences of such brazen intrusion. he scrutinizes your every movement, his gaze lingering on each delicate gesture as if committing them to memory. it's the first time in what feels like an eternity that he's experienced a semblance of peace.

sukuna, the embodiment of strength and power, finds himself perplexed by the profound comfort your presence brings him. he detests his own vulnerability, despises the notion of being beholden to anyone or anything. and yet, in the quiet moments spent observing you, he can't help but entertain the fleeting desire to hold you once more like the days he once treasured with you.

the fleeting moment of vulnerability dissipates in an instant as one of his ignorant servants, a mere fool in sukuna's eyes, rudely intrudes upon his garden sanctuary. with careless disregard, they trample over the delicate cecilias, the very flowers you were delicately picking.

"m-my lord, my humblest apologies," they stammer, their voice trembling with fear. "i don't know how an intruder got in, but i promise to dispose-" before they can finish their sentence, their head is swiftly separated from their body, the soft thud of impact echoing in the garden as it rolls to the ground. red oozes out, staining the grass crimson red as he stares at the body indifferently. tch. incompetence is met with swift and merciless retribution. how weak, how utterly weak. not only had that feeble intruder disrupted his tranquility, but they had also brought undue attention to his secluded sanctuary.

his gaze sharply turns towards you, contemplating whether you had noticed the disturbance, only to find your eyes innocently peering back at him. a surge of something unfamiliar courses through him as he meets your gaze. there you stand, so delicate and unassuming, clutching those flowers, studying him with a curiosity that unsettles and intrigues him in equal measure.

would you scream? run for the hills? yet, there's an underlying fearlessness about you, a quality he's always admired. part of him yearns for the recognition in your eyes, the acknowledgment of his presence, a desire for you to step closer, to nestle into his embrace and play with his hair, as if it were an annoyance he secretly craved, so long as it was from you.

"…would you like a flower?" you beam up at him, your smile radiant enough to rival the sun itself. holding it out to him, your eyes sparkle with genuine delight as you offer the delicate blossom. "it matches your hair. pretty." for a moment, he hesitates, towering over you with his imposing figure. yet, you show no fear, not of his unusual features nor his intimidating presence, not in this life and not in your past one either. with tentative movements, his rough, calloused hands brush against yours, accepting your gift.

he observes with a quiet fascination as your smile widens even further, a sight that warms a part of him he thought long dormant. almost instinctively, he restrains the urge to brush back a stray strand of your hair, watching instead as you take care of it yourself, a soft frown forming on your face as it catches in your lip gloss.

"it's funny," you begin, a playful lilt to your voice as you gently tuck a strand of hair behind your ear. "everything here seems so familiar. tell me, have we ever met before? i feel like i know you from somewhere," you muse, studying his features with a curious intensity. there's a certainty in your tone, a sense of recognition that stirs something deep within him.

"no. that's stupid," he gruffly replies, brushing off your inquiry with a dismissive tone, though he can't ignore the flicker of amusement in your eyes. "ah, you're right. that would be impossible, wouldn't it? perhaps it was just déjà vu," you concede, your smile widening ever so slightly, there's a sincerity in your gaze that leaves him unsettled. he hates the way his heart stirs each time you do that, that... that thing with your face, he's seen it a thousand times before, that stupid smug smile. it's been a millennium since he's last seen it, and he finds himself silently admitting that he's missed it more than he cares to admit.

the one who shattered his harem, the one he believed he had lost forever. over the years of your absence, he had convinced himself that it was foolish to love a mortal. loving you was a mistake, he told himself. there was no void in his heart because of you; it was there to satiate his hunger for bloodlust.

yet, the mere sight of you right now, skin kissed by the sunlight shattered those self-imposed barriers, your voice carrying on about the flowers you held. peonies, daisies, lilies, roses—all growing in a small, vibrant garden. they were your favorites, adorning the white fence so beautifully. although he'd rather be caught dead then admit it out loud, it was dedicated to you, a silent tribute that reminded him of your presence.

in moments of turmoil, he found solace here, secretly seeking refuge amidst the blossoms, gazing up at the stars as if searching for your familiar constellations. what were they again? he had almost forgotten, and somehow, that notion was more unsettling than any sorcerer he had ever faced.

"oh, i almost forgot to ask, what was your name?" you giggle, looking up at him with an air of innocence. do you really talk to random strangers like that? you still are such an airhead. it seems you have no survival skills, but perhaps that's why he's always been so protective of you. "i am the king of curses, sukuna," he states, glaring down at you. it irks him, slightly, that even his name has been wiped from your memory. you really, don't remember, do you?

"sukuna... i'm calling you 'kuna from now on, 'kay?" you beam, and he lets out a weary sigh. how unoriginal. you used to call him that too, but anything else sounds quite strange coming from your lips.

"why are you here?" he grumbles, the question weighing heavy on his mind, not just in this moment, but echoing through the centuries. he wants to know why you've returned, why you've chosen now to reappear in his life after so many years have passed by. are you taunting his only weakness? how infuriating. you remember his old nickname, the flowers you once adorned his head with, but not him. is this some sort of game to you?

"i don't know," you answer simply, adjusting the crinkles in your dress. as the sun begins its slow descent, casting a warm, golden hue over the valley, you find yourself standing there, amidst the beauty of the landscape. "i just happened to stumble upon here," you murmur softly, your gaze fixed on the horizon, where the sky meets the earth in a breathtaking display of colors. the grass sways gently in the breeze, whispering secrets of days gone by, while memories of laughter and joy linger in the air like a bittersweet melody. his nose crinkles. what do you mean you don't know?

"what are you doing?" he hears your voice, sweet and soft like a distant echo from the past, a time when things were simpler, when you were by his side, filling his days with light and laughter. it's been hard without you, he realizes, a pang of longing tugging at his heart as he watches you standing there, bathed in the warm glow of the setting sun.

he wants to reach out to you, to tell you how much he's missed you, how much he's longed for your presence all these years. but instead, he remains silent, a silent observer of the moment, as the memories of days gone by wash over him like gentle waves, leaving behind an ache in his heart.

"you're trespassing," he grumbles, his voice carrying a weight that extends far beyond the boundaries of his garden. it's a warning, a silent one for you to stay away, to spare him the agony of reliving the memories that threaten to consume him. but even as he speaks the words, he knows deep down that it's not just his garden you're trespassing into— it's his heart, too.

sukuna does not wish to love you, loving you hurts, it makes him what he hates the most, it makes him weak. once, long ago, he was foolish to love you. he never uttered those words aloud, but the way his gaze softened in your presence spoke volumes. you were the only one who managed to carve a place for yourself in his heart, a place he thought was forever closed off to the world.

he doesn't want to care about you. to him, you should be nothing more than a passing nuisance, easily disposed of if it serves his purpose. yet, as he gazes upon your innocent face, memories long buried begin to resurface, tugging at the frayed edges of his carefully constructed facade.

sukuna despises what you evoke within him, a vulnerability he thought he'd long since buried beneath layers of ruthlessness. as the sun caresses your features with its gentle warmth, he can't help but feel a pang of longing deep within his chest. it's a sensation he's tried to suppress, to bury beneath the weight of his power and dominance. after all, he's the feared king of curses, not some lovesick fool. but even he can't deny the allure of your presence, the way you effortlessly weave your way into the recesses of his darkened heart.

in the depths of his being, sukuna knows he shouldn't miss you. he shouldn't yearn for the days when your laughter echoed through the corridors of his mind. yet, despite his best efforts to cast you aside, a part of him remains tethered to you, unable to sever the invisible threads that bind him to your memory.

your love, once radiant as the sun, pierced through the darkness shrouding his heart, illuminating corners he never knew existed. it was pure, untainted, a beacon of hope in his desolate existence. even in his darkest moments, he couldn't bear to extinguish your light, for fear of losing himself entirely. but then, like a flickering flame snuffed out by a sudden gust of wind, you were gone.

the memory of holding you close as you slipped away, your warmth fading into cold nothingness, still haunts him to this day. yet amidst the pain, there was a promise— a whispered vow that one day, you'd find each other again. and somehow, against all odds, you did. but fate had robbed you of the memories that once bound you together.

he watches you now, your smile as bright as ever, oblivious to the love you once shared. it's a bitter pill to swallow, knowing that you'll never remember the depth of your connection, the intensity of the love that once burned between you. forgotten memories of your presence flood his mind, stirring emotions he thought long buried.

he should be able to snuff out your existence without a second thought, should revel in the sight of your blood staining the verdant valley, your cries piercing the tranquil air. but as you stand before him, oblivious to the darkness lurking within him, he finds himself paralyzed by indecision.

his soul screams at him to act, to rid himself of this weakness once and for all. but his heart, that traitorous organ, refuses to comply. how can you, with your pure heart and untainted spirit, still evoke such conflicting emotions within him?

sukuna prides himself on his selfishness, on his willingness to betray and manipulate to achieve his desires. and yet, in your presence, he finds himself questioning whether his desire to hold you close once more is too selfish, whether his darkness would tarnish your purity.

and a part of him wonders if you'd fall in love with him again, wonders how you did the first time. would your hands feel the same, tracing the contours of his face with that delicate touch? would your lips still taste as sweet, brushing against his with that familiar tenderness?

"'kuna?" you murmur softly, looking up at him to see if he's paying attention. and for a fleeting moment, he's transported back to a memory he holds dear, etched into the deepest recesses of his heart.

"'kuna?" you had called out one day, perched elegantly on his lap, nestled against him as if you belonged there. his hand, protective yet tender, rested on the small of your back, ensuring you remained secure in his embrace. your legs were tucked into his, absentmindedly toying with some strands of his hair. "hm?" he responded, his gaze half-heartedly softening as he met your doe-like eyes, a hint of amusement dancing within their depths.

"do you think in every universe, we're together?" you inquire, your voice tinged with a hopeful innocence that tugs at his heartstrings. he let out a scoff, a familiar gesture masking the warmth that blooms within him, his fingers instinctively threading through your hair as you playfully swat them away. you're so naive and innocent, believing in such stupid things.

"that's absurd," he retorted, though the corner of his lips quirked upward in a ghost of a smile, unable to deny the affection that lingers between you. love, he once believed, was a fleeting illusion, a mirage in the desert of existence. he scoffed at the notion of eternal love, dismissing it as a fanciful delusion born of naive optimism. how could love endure when humanity was plagued by sin, disloyalty, and obstinance? it seemed absurd to place faith in something so fragile, so easily shattered by the harsh realities of life.

"hey..." you pouted, your bottom lip jutting out in a playful display of mock indignation, your eyes sparkling with mischief. "well, i believe we are," you declare, a stubborn determination coloring your words as you stick out your tongue in defiance.

"such a meanie," you'd muttered under your breath, though your protest is laced with affection as he pulled you closer, enveloping you in the warmth of his embrace. and he's snapped out of his thoughts once more when he hears your voice cut through his memories.

"ah, i'm sorry," the present you sheepishly mumbles, catching yourself mid-ramble and rubbing the back of your head with an embarrassed smile. "i'm boring you, aren't i? it's getting late; i should be going."

with a resigned sigh, you glance up at sukuna, feeling a flush of embarrassment color your cheeks. you hadn't meant to prattle on to a stranger, especially one who felt so oddly familiar and comforting, like a warm, fluffy blanket on a chilly evening. as you start to move away, ready to bid your unexpected companion farewell, one of sukuna's arms shoots out, gripping your wrist firmly and halting your departure.

despite everything, you're still here, standing before him, a familiar presence that refuses to fade into oblivion, and he finds himself unwilling to sever the crimson thread of fate that you once fervently believed bound you together. he's unsettled of the idea of allowing himself to love you again, yet, at this moment, his greatest fear is not in loving you, but rather in the prospect of forgetting you altogether.

confusion flickers across your features as you look up at him, but he refuses to meet your gaze, his expression unreadable. the soft hues of the pink sunset cast a gentle glow over you both, and in that moment, you could swear you see a faint flush tingeing sukuna's cheeks.

he still considers you foolish for believing in an everlasting love. and yet, as he looks into your eyes, he doesn't believe an eternity with you would be too bad. in fact, he wouldn't mind it at all. he mutters gruffly, though his voice betrays a hint of annoyance, and yet, inexplicably, your heart leaps at the invitation.

"speak."

and with that stupidly charming grin on your face, you do.

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dsknsk · 1 month

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Arknights and stars

On that topic, Arknights has always had a connection to the stars and its own star map is a bit wonky if compared to earth now but makes sense if you see it in the great scheme of things.

From Astesia's file on, it's been implied that the dome that surrounds Terra is fake, and Kristen is the first one who has gone beyond it so far (traveling from Terra to beyond the dome). It's also said that the reason people cannot navigate the sea reliably is because the stars themselves aren't reliable.

But it's also a bit more concrete that the stars are a bit off, or, it would look like that.

Remember Children of Ursus? Everyone remembers its dark story but few remember the map layout.

This is the Big Dipper, part of the constellation Ursa Maior. Fitting for an event that features bear characters.

But wait! Doesn't the Big Dipper look like this?

It does. But the Big Dipper over 50,000 years looks like this...

Like I pointed out in the previous post, the stars are always on the move. It may seem slow to us but if you take a large enough timescale then the sky sure does shift from what it's now.

Remember this skin of Astesia's?

It sure is a pretty skin. But zoom in on the star chart and you'll find something...peculiar...

Several constellations look...off. Like Leo, Virgo, Hydra and Gemini. And...

The star that's marked as the North Star (i.e the star in the middle) is not Polaris, but Vega, the largest star in the constellation Lyra! Don't see it? Here, I'll make it a little more clear:

And Lyra how it is now, which is, again, slightly different from how Lyra is depicted in the above image:

Vega is not our current North Star, it's the star Polaris (duh). But Vega was in about 14,000 years ago, and will be again in about 12,000 to 13,000 years in the future. So not our current North Star.

The celestial globe is also tilted at 45 degrees instead of 23,5 for earth.

So! A huge misser on the part of the artist, right?

Wrong!

You see, the ecliptic and equator in the artwork do obviously not align with our current ecliptic and equator. But our equator and ecliptic looking like in the skin can only happen if the precession of the earth's axis is tilted towards the south...which will be the case in 12,000 to 13,000 years from now. At that time, the constellations will look 'off' compared to how they look now (I was talking about the stars shifting over time in my previous post) and Polaris will no longer be the North Star, like in the artwork.

The kicker?

Lone Trail reveals that Terra is at least 13,000 years old.

#arknights

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harmoonix · 2 months

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🧚🏼‍♀️Fαιɾყƈσɾҽ🧚🏼‍♀️

*Unlock your inner fairy*

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Come away with me now to the sky

Up all the hills and the sea

Far beyond where memories lie

To a place where Im free to be me

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🧚🏼‍♀️ - Earth Risings (Capricorn, Taurus, Virgo) have that amazing personality thanks to their strong aura and energy. They're that chill yet wholesome person

🧚🏼‍♀️ - Midheaven in Fire Signs will mostly wanna have a job based on their desires and on what they truly want/desire from life

🧚🏼‍♀️ - Having your 4H in an earth sign it can indicate your home can be your biggest comfort, out of all the places

🧚🏼‍♀️ - Moon aspecting the Ascendant brings that type "serene" energy to the native, calm, peaceful, I love how they resemble those things

🧚🏼‍♀️ - Saturn aspecting Venus want a high standard relationship because for them loyalty and teamwork matters a lot in the relationship

🧚🏼‍♀️ - Pluto aspecting Sun/Moon/Ascendant can be judged for who their are, or heavy criticized, it's important to be you even if you have haters

🧚🏼‍♀️ - Moon in Gemini/Gemini Degrees 3°, 15°, 27° moon loves this energy of self - expressing, I always think about this placement as "life in colors"

🧚🏼‍♀️ - Neptune aspecting Mars will always have a fiery energy, is electrifying and yet charismatic, full of boosts of energy

🧚🏼‍♀️ - Juno aspecting the IC (4th house) will have that familiy oriented spouse, possibly someone who wants also to live a traditional marriage life

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Let the stars fill your soul, when the moon cradles all

So, to yourself be true

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🧚🏼‍♀️ - When you have your North Node in your 9H you gonna decide which faith you wanna follow, which religion, education, schools, you have free will in that area

🧚🏼‍♀️ - North Node in the 3rd/5th house gives you the chance to express yourself how you want, you achieve things in your life by being yourself

🧚🏼‍♀️ - When you have your Mars in your 3rd/6th or 8th house Mars will react either very energetic either very tired. It's important to keep a balance between how lazy you are and how productive you are

🧚🏼‍♀️ - Water Suns can easily attach emotionally by others, crying in the same time?? Girl yes! Telling your secrets to each other? Girl no! There always should be a boundary between you and your emotional side

🧚🏼‍♀️ - Neptune in the 2H/4H/9H/12H can come from a background with a spiritual family, like your family members can be into spirituality

🧚🏼‍♀️ - Mars/Pluto or Venus in the 5H get tempted easily, like their lust is overdosed here, take care at your temptations especially if you're in relationship

🧚🏼‍♀️ - Suns in the 12H can have a various impacts, on the good side this placement can help at growing spirituality and the bad side it is that it will make you to self - doubt a lot (You're worth it🫶🏼)

🧚🏼‍♀️ - I already said in numerous posts that Venus in Earth Signs men are gentlemen, like their aura is screaming that (GENTLEMAN/MY MAN) I'm looking at Taurus Venus while saying this ofc

🧚🏼‍♀️ - My Juno is in fucking Aquarius okay..so there was once an Aquarius Sun guy who saw me as his "relationship material" and I was like "Um nope" his Juno was in Capricorn while my Sun is in Capricorn and I had no like for him 😅🫶🏼

🧚🏼‍♀️ - Can we appreciate Capricorns for wanting to date older people so they don't have to suffocate themselves with the ones who have not matured at a certain time

🧚🏼‍♀️ - Cancer Moons will basically attach to your heart like a spider cloth, and it maybe devour it at some point. If you love them they gonna "devour" your love

🧚🏼‍♀️ - Moon in the 1st/3rd/5th/9th houses love to party and enjoy life, the soul of the party placement literally

🧚🏼‍♀️ - Juno in 2H/Juno in Taurus is giving spoiling spouse,girl "you wake up with 24k gold earrings beside your bed from your spouse"energy

🧚🏼‍♀️ - Aries/Scorpio and Sagittarius Mars are those bad bitches who nobody plays with like, they don't accept it

🧚🏼‍♀️ - Mars in the 11H or Mars in Aquarius can become quite obsessive/possesive around their friends but in the same time can have lots of conflicts with them because after all Mars is the planet of war

🧚🏼‍♀️ - Stellium or lots of placements in the 9th house can show love for traveling/exploring/ even learning new things

🧚🏼‍♀️ - Stellium in the 5th house or in Leo can indicate a lot creativity, a very talented person, can indicate you love being yourself as well

🧚🏼‍♀️ - Juno in the 11H or in Aquarius can indicate your husband will for sure be one of your closest friends

🧚🏼‍♀️ - If someone has Pluto - Sun aspects you can tell they can be misunderstood a lot, is hard to fit in the norm if you're just trying to make a difference

🧚🏼‍♀️ - Aquarius Suns and Risings are different from their family members or relatives, like when you go for example and visit their family, these natives will always stand out of them

🧚🏼‍♀️ - Sun in your 6H/12H can make you just tired or drained easily, try to not force yourself to do certain things if you don't really want that

🧚🏼‍♀️ - Mars in the 1H/Aries Mars is an icon placement, it shows a lot of motivation and energy towards the things you wanna do in your life

🧚🏼‍♀️ - Jupiter conjunct/trine/sextile Mars makes you extremely ambitious, very desirable, and you can actually manifest things so fast with these placements

🧚🏼‍♀️ - Venus aspecting the Midheaven (in good aspects) can be appreciated at their work for their personality/aura/vibe

🧚🏼‍♀️ - Having more Cardinal Signs in your chart than others (Aries, Cancer, Libra, Capricorn) shows you're not afraid of change, sudden changes, you're ready for everything that comes in your life

🧚🏼‍♀️ - Chiron aspecting Ascendant (all aspects) can indicate a very big journey when it comes to self - discovering and healing yourself!! Your healing era is precious

🧚🏼‍♀️ - Having your 8H in a fire sign shows a person who is very sensual/passionate/has lot of desires and lots of naughty thoughts

🧚🏼‍♀️ - When you and a person share the same Lilith sign, you can both understand eachother on a psychic level, you can also tell which bad traits you have to eachother

🧚🏼‍♀️ - Pisces Saturn has a lesson about becoming more spiritual and finding your inner faith in a way, being more connected with yourself

🧚🏼‍♀️ - Sun/Lilith or Saturn in the 10H can have really big issues with their dads, the dad can be controlling/strict or just mean with some of these placements

🧚🏼‍♀️ - Chiron in the 2H can also be about being more healthy in your diet, like eating more healthy food and keep a balance in your body

~ Bad bitches grew up with Tinkerbell 🧚🏼‍♀️🫶🏼 ~

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"She is a 10, but her curiosity gets the best of her at grossly inopportune times." (Bill)

Wait For It.…||

Asgard is everything she ever expected it to be, a combination of mythopoetics and technology that would be the envy of every Etherite or Technocrat fortunate to even dream about it. Yet for all of it's beauty, she feels insignificant and out of place. And perhaps when she lays eyes on Lady Sif ~towering frame, the kind of body that belongs on a HITmark if she's being honest with herself~ everything starts to click into place, creating a tapestry of the things he's imparted on their months of travel. The wine she's sipped at doesn't sit well, and she excuses herself from the mingled gathering to find some quieter place to sort through her feelings without causing a scene that would tangle Bill's reputation up in shame. In hindsight, she should have said something before she faded from the scene which is a unique talent of hers. In place of that maybe she should have said anything when he and the king ~Thor Odinson, who may as well be every bit the faery tale God she knew him to be~ stepped out for presumably the same sense of privacy on this balcony. She hadn't meant to eavesdrop but they are large men with deep, sonorous voices that do carry even when they engage in the most mundane of conversations. Some quirk of the All-Tongue translates Bill's words into ones she can understand and she cannot blame the honey-mead for staining her cheeks deep and pulsating a red. Sight unseen she slips from the balcony and the party itself. She is stopped only by the imposing figure of the realm's gatekeeper who gently asks if all is well. She doesn't know if Heimdall believes her when she says she simply doesn't have quite the same stamina as other party-goers, and that she would be returning to Skuttlebutt. There is an earnestness to not wanting to be a burden on the King's grace and generosity, and she does not need something so lavishly courteous as the chambers she was shown earlier. Once on the ship, she makes her way to her space and exchanges the elaborate gown she was offered for a more familiar pair of flannel pyjama bottoms and an oversized tee-shirt, one of the few things of hers rescued from the remnants of the Borealis. She takes down her hair from the customary braids of the maidens she'd seen earlier, brushes her teeth, washes her face. She doesn't know how much time had passed between her leaving and Bill finding her but she is suddenly awake and alert at the feel of his vitality filling the doorway of her space. As hard as it might be for him to have anything resembling human facial expressions, she can very much envision a soft sort of frown on his muzzle, and there's a dimness to his aniridic eyes that convey a certain sort of grief; a concern or... well, not malice but simple upset. She sits up and bare soles touch the cool deck-plating beneath them. She folds her hands in her lap and once she knows they've made eye-contact, hers lower to the vicinity of his knees. Before he can voice any of his thoughts, she launches into her own. "I'm sorry. I never meant to be problematic for you. To let my curiosity get the better of me. I guess it's just...everything is new and strange all the time; things that should feel familiar never do...and so I have this driving imperative to figure them out. Find out why they're different, or how things work. or trusting people on face value because they don't trip all those things I grew up being wary of or warned against." The subtle tidal motion of her shoulders can do little to convey the sincerity of how she sees herself and the situation, nor does it communicate the gulf of guilt that sits heavy in her chest. "If it would be easier for you, better in keeping you from being aggravated or worse trying to keep me safe I suppose you could pawn me off on some other ship. If I come close to the Horizon, I think I could get myself home from there. Maybe then you wouldn't have to be stuck with me, or with keeping a promise that might never get fulfilled. It's not like I don't know it's hurting your original mission."

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