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If I ever said something cringe to you in like 2021, do not tell me about it...
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Art by: @quitxoticz @applerottn @wipbox and @ rainbowpebblez
I go by different names on the internet, but to list the most used: Baki, Alice, William, Mx Sky
Whoever brings up my old roblox username gets slimed on place
I am a 17 yo genderless thing and use any pronouns :)
My birthday is January 14th (2 weeks right after new years woah!!!!!)
I speak russian and english.
This blog was created mostly to follow roblox myth's story called Daisy's House. Although I will once in a blue moon post about my ocs or other media that interests me.
I am a cast member of Daisy's House and will sometimes hop on game. 👀
I also love making different types of art, researching (anthropology, paleontology and psychology are my top to-go subjects) and reading.
Fandoms I am currently in:
—Whistle occurrence
—Daisy's house/ Daisy's world myth
—Everything related to house
—Roblox args
—Psychological horror games
—17776
—Александр Ситников and co ("Птицу емъ", "Порез на собаке", " 4 позиции Бруно" etc.)
— Internet person
—whatever the hell Graham Kartna, pilotredsky, Nick Waters make
Shoutout to my (not actual) spouse: @ethostbh
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STORY LIST:
> Aberrated ambit ♐
> S.G.E.C 📺
> Teapots Meeting Centre ☕ (as a legacy, will not be continued further)
> Storm in a Teacup
Other related stuff:
>My roblox avatar art reference
>Fleria's character sheet (Valentine's Day special oc) ft. Xuan >:3
Heaven and hell didn't exactly exist in the universe of Skylaine, but there was something else that existed:
Something reality bending behind the Skybox.
There is a festival every month called: Festival of Ascension
It's where souls of dead ones step into the reality bending space of the Skybox.
Until then, the souls roam freely around.
When they step into that space, their souls get turned into wind, a wind that carries the soul's memories, voice and love.
Something for their loved ones to remember them by.
Something that makes the souls always be present.
Telamon has carried that festival before Skylaine came, and he always did it heartless, even quickly.
He opened the Skybox and pushed the souls in.
No explanation, no soothing.
When Skylaine appeared, she was planned in leading this sad ceremony.
She was meant to do it like Telamon did.
But she was never meant to follow orders:
"…Your time has come.
For some it came unexpected.
For some they already knew it would happen.
The Skybox has special places for you.
The wind has special tones left for you.
It has special tones left for everyone, so that your loved ones remember you in a special way.
It carries your memories, your voice, and more importantly, your love.
Do not be scared as for I am the one who will guide you."
She held her speech, something she wasn't even ordered to do but it felt right.
It felt safe.
And with that, the windchimes play their tones, the wind she creates play their own songs and she hums a song to soothe all the stress that's left in those souls, so they can enter in peace.
She parts the skybox, not with force, but with gentleness and lets the winds guide them to their everlasting peace.
Telamon never realized a ceremony like this could be done so peacefully, so.. beautifully.
"You made it beautifully… You made DEATH beautiful."
"They were scared souls. It wasn't an option, it was a must."
After the ceremony, there was a meal where every mourner could share their stories.. Skylaine held each person, listened as they spoke, and dried the tears of all who needed it.
At the end of the gathering, Skylaine gave each grieving loved one a windchime — one that played the tones of the winds associated with the deceased, so they would always know they were being visited and were never alone.
"Isn't it beautiful? The winds.. they are also geographically, yes.. but sometimes, they are also the only thing a mourner has left of the deceased one.."
"…Yes. Truly beautiful."
OOC note: I'm current so bored in religion class, get me outta here
Does Skylaine have any other job/hobby besides being Skybox protector and a plane pilot? :)
She has the kind of hobbies you'd expect an average human to have, reading, drawing and she also plays the guitar.. she also handcrafts a lot of windchimes.. (it's for a reason I'll mention in a short lore drop about her universe)
As for jobs, it's mainly protecting, yeah, but every month there's a Festival Of Ascension (will be explained in said short lore drop), and she leads this whole thing ever since she was given the powers of the Windforce
She also helps out a lot of poor inhabitants of the Skybox, which is not a part of her job or anything but the Skybox is her realm.. might as well make sure everyone is okay <3
(And also, she isn't a plane pilot anymore because she dropped that… girly is able to fly with clouds </3)
(Following post has been run through a translator, excuse the potential mistakes I didn't correct)
Ep. 1, Act 5 - Acceptance Of Nature
That gesture pulled Skylaine out of her inner storm, her unfocused eyes found a focal point once more — specifically, his outstretched hand.
She hesitated, her own hands still throbbing from holding the electrically charged chain.
She could hardly believe Telamon would change like this.
That he had set aside his pride to communicate honestly with her. She was lost in thought again, her mind divided.
Telamon waited patiently for her answer.
He was already bracing himself for the possibility that she wouldn't give him another chance, and that she might wish she no longer possessed the powers of the Windforce.
He would understand.
But every time he contemplated that potential response, he felt something unfamiliar stirring in his heart, something that had nothing to do with the aftershocks.
A feeling he couldn't quite describe... yet, for some reason, it refused to let go of him.
There was no one who deserved this power as much as she did.
He couldn't bring himself to look for anyone else, he couldn't even bear the thought.
He, too, began to drift away, lost in his thoughts and undefined emotions...
Until her hand found his.
Light, delicate, vulnerable.
She raised his hand to her forehead, her halo began to pulse again, though not in a negative way...
Both felt an inner calm, and Telamon sensed a healing energy coursing through his body.
His wounds closed and vanished, his wings looked brand new again.
"I... I don't understand-" Telamon began.
"Just shut up." Skylaine interrupted.
And Telamon actually fell silent, letting the moment settle between them.
It was a vulnerability he would normally never allow...
His hand slowly withdrew from her forehead, all his wounds were closed and healed.
And Telamon still couldn't grasp it.
Now he is struck by the same speechlessness that overcame Skylaine when she received her powers.
"…Don’t look so dazed, pull yourself together. Getting soaked in the rain won’t do us any good." Skylaine murmured to Telamon after a few seconds of silence, her voice apathetic, yet her eyes filled with concern.
Telamon was snapped out of his thoughts when he suddenly found himself sitting on a cloud created by Skylaine.
They flew back to their home in silence, yet something hung in the air between them.. something neither could quite put into words.
It felt warm.
Like the calm after a storm.
Like a… fresh start?
They arrived, and Telamon immediately headed for the couch, sitting right on the edge, troubled by his thoughts.
He wondered why he couldn't simply let her go.
Why had he reached out his hand to her?
What feeling toward her made getting a second chance so important?
He couldn't explain it.
Meanwhile, Skylaine emerged from her room, dressed in more comfortable clothes, and settled down at the far end of the couch.
Telamon glanced over at her, trying to observe her while she simply stared at her phone, keeping a distance between them.
There was a slight tremor in her hand. A faint shaking.
She had sat in the cold rain for nearly an hour, completely soaked, naturally, she was still cold.
She craved physical closeness, comfort.. that was simply the kind of person she was.
But she couldn't bring herself to ask…
Telamon: "Skylaine. Speak. What do you need? You don’t have to hide it… Not from me anymore…" he said, his voice cutting through the quiet atmosphere.
Yet, there was something missing from his voice.
Something that usually defined him.
He was caring.
There was no judgment in his tone.
He genuinely wanted her to be okay.
Skylaine: "I want to be held." she answered quietly and sheepishly, her cheeks slowly flushing red. She couldn't believe she had actually asked for it-
And suddenly, she felt Telamon pull her close to his side.
Warm.
Grounded.
…Home.
His soft wings wrapped around her like a safe cocoon.
She snuggled closer to Telamon, her body melting into his warmth, and Telamon wore a small, warm smile at the sight. And he, too, allowed himself to merge with her.
Skylaine’s hands found his ruffled wings, and she carefully ran her fingers through the feathers to smooth them out.
In response, he relaxed, all tension leaving his body — a sign of the change in his personality.
The atmosphere was calm, filled with a feeling that had always been hovering in the air but had been overshadowed by Telamon’s massive ego and pride — the feeling of family.
Telamon: "I kept you at arm's length all this time, even though you belong right here in my arms... I was an idiot."
Skylaine: "I know... Maybe this is a sign to finally let free what was suppressed, big brother."
Telamon almost flinched at her words and the way she said them.
As if it were the most natural thing in the world.
Yet, he let out a sound — something very much like a laugh.
Telamon: "Yes, little sister, I see it exactly the same way..."
Author's note: Oookayyy, finished posting Episode 1, to whoever reading that, I hope it's okay-ish written so far.. Just a side note that Episode 2 is rather emotional than actions
(And Baki and Pojiuha, psst, if you read this, thank you for liking and reblogging so consistently <3)
Even though our first time meeting was through a mailbox, I am glad you finally found an exit in your house. I was starting to get worried. *there is a small smily face drawn beside the text*
I think so I don't get your last question. Do you not remember how you ended up here? I thought everyone remembered their last moments. But if it doesn't bother you that much, I won't continue nagging you
Anyways, how are you doing? Does your new 'friend' bother you? How are your travels?
I hope we can meet up again soon. Well at least when you get time to. There have been journals popping up right and left in my forest, I can lend them to you.
Signed,
Mary"
"Dear Mary
Things have been getting better past days. As about my new.... 'roommate', they turned out to be quite decent.
Man I actually missed going out, you know. I found this grass field expanding miles and miles to the horizon. There was also an elevator at the end of void for some reason.
Yesss I am also lookin forward to hangout with you again. Sorry for breaking your chair, I just didn't expect you to look like.... this. Again, thank you for your understanding.
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