Fui inventar de escrever uma "continuação"/retcon pro live action de Saint Seiya e eu cheguei a um ponto que eu me pergunto. . . O que estou fazendo da minha vida?
Eis um meme sem contexto sobre um aspecto implícito no roteiro:
The Raimon/Teikoku dynamic will never not be funny to me because Raimon is that one really shitty public school that's constantly underfunded and Teikou is their rival private school with top of the line facilities, that somehow keep losing to them.
Finally done with the second chapter of this story - which started as a bunch of random one shots - and I guess I'm going somewhere from here. (@mxs-space & @masterof108puppets)
The further he walked through the village, the more certain he became that he would have no problem fitting in. The young elementals, who were slowly emerging from their lodgings, were gathering in the center of the village like ants around sugar. The two gods approached the commotion to see what was happening. The shouts grew louder with each step they took, quickening their pace when they heard a fight becoming more intense.
Guaraci pushed aside some of the young apprentices and realized what was really going on. A young redhead was putting a slightly younger boy in a choke-hold while her companion – a giant boar – was chewing on the red cap belonging to a much younger child, who was hopping on his one leg trying to retrieve it.
Before the gods could do anything, a high-pitched whistle echoed through the village, causing everyone present to writhe in agony. The source of such a commotion was a giant white owl with brownish plumage and large black eyes that flew above the crowd. The remaining human beings in Aldebaran were terrified, wondering what such a bird was doing flying so low in that area. But the divine beings knew exactly who it was.
The closer she got to the center of the chaos, the more the creature's appearance changed from a giant Church Owl to an equally tall albino woman. Her claws and wings transformed into legs and arms covered in a cloak of brown feathers. Her beak became a small black mouth and a long, pointed nose. Her completely black eyes contrasted with her white skin and light brown streaks in her hair. While she seemed old in her expression, she conveyed a youthful demeanor in her posture.
The bird-woman approached the young people responsible for the disturbance, frightening everyone before even uttering a word. With just a wave of her hand, the young apprentices watching moved away from the central group, gradually retreating to other corners of the village.
- Thank you so much, Dara! There were so many of them, and I didn't even get to say anything! - Guaraci exclaimed, moving away from the group of elemental trainees responsible for the disturbance and dragging Aldebaran with him.
- Very well, you can start explaining yourselves now. - She hissed, a harsh tone growing in her voice. - I'm not angry, just disappointed.
- It's that idiot pig's fault! - The young man, who had fiery hair and backward-facing feet, pointed a finger at the giant boar that was only holding the cap still in its mouth.
- Idiot my ass! - The redhead yelled back at the boy, pulling the animal companion's cap and returning it to the younger girl.
- SILENCE! - The woman exclaimed, her voice echoing through the crowd - If I wanted to listen to an argument full of insults, I would have gone to talk to Morato and Maria! I want explanations!
- I was walking with Picolé when that guy. . . - The redhead took a deep breath before resuming her explanation. - started picking on me. I lost my temper and we started fighting. As for the hat, I think Picolé must have picked it up in the middle of the mess when Senna tried to separate us.
- Senna trying to break up a fight instead of joining it? That's a novelty! - Guaraci commented, attentively observing the young black woman with a flabby leg, earning the disapproving look of the older woman and Senna herself. Guaraci shrank back a little and cleared her throat. - Continue, Moira.
- I was just defending myself and Senna's hat was a coincidence. - The redhead, named Moira, finished her thought.
- Defending yourself? You came looking for a fight with me, you...
- Yuri! There's no need to be obscene! Can you explain your point of view without insulting other people? - Dara reprimanded the boy, moving closer to him with each sentence to distance him from Moira.
- I was walking with Senna to take these medicinal herbs to Chief Inã when Moira attacked me for no reason at all, - Yuri explained, pointing at Moira aggressively. - I even tried to talk to her to calm her down, but she lunged at me without me even doing anything!
- You're such a cynic! - Senna retorted, approaching Moira and Picolé.
- Kid, you know I was watching everything from the beginning, right? - Dara asked, crossing her arms and puffing out her chest angrily.
The boy's face turned almost as pale as Dara's skin and hair. Her brown eyes scanned everyone present, finally resting on Aldebaran. Amidst all this conversation, the new god simply watched in wonder at this peculiar woman who held his attention simply by existing. The calm way she spoke, how she gestured her anger without needing to raise her voice at the young people, it was as if everything was well-articulated, planned.
Unable to pay attention to the scolding young Yuri was receiving from the woman, Aldebaran began to remember distant times when he and his fellow Gold Saints would play pranks on the older knights and receive a scolding from Saga and Aiolos shortly afterward. The memories brought a familiar nostalgia to him, a presence in his life since adolescence.
As soon as the scolding ended, the young men returned to their tasks, and Dara's attention turned to the divine duo beside him.
- Who's the tall one?
- This is the vessel of Tupã's will! - Guaraci explained, introducing the newcomer to Dara.
- The one we stole from Athena's cemetery?
- Yes, that's him. Wow, nothing escapes you, does it?
- No, I'm always keeping an eye on everything and everyone. It's my duty as a Death-Shroud.
- Then. . . “Dara” is a nickname. . . – Aldebaran, previously lost in his own thoughts, tried to ask.
– For Suindara, yes. It’s an honor to meet someone of such honor as you! – Dara replied, adjusting her cloak with pride and bowing to greet him.
– The honor is all mine! – Aldebaran bowed respectfully to his new companion.
– So… we’re taking a little tour of the village, would you like to recommend any specific place or share any information? I’d even let you join us if you want… – Guaraci announced, watching Dara walk away from the pair.
– I appreciate the offer, but I’ll have to pass on the opportunity. I have to finish my tasks for the day before I can go anywhere else. – Dara commented, getting closer and closer to the forest until she reached the entrance and stopped suddenly. – As for sharing information. . . Know, my young friend, that not everything here is as vivid as you imagine.
The woman returned to her bird form and took flight, leaving the new god with more questions than answers.
- Don't pay too much attention to her, Dara is rather enigmatic like that. Well, can we continue our visit? - Guaraci asked with a certain anxiety in his voice.
- Yes. . .
The tour continued without further interruptions. Guaraci was excited, his headdress shining with emotion. Despite an apparently peaceful coexistence, Aldebaran couldn't stop thinking about the albino woman's words. They passed some young people who were training together, planting fields, the large house—from which they had just emerged—and finally went to a more secluded cave from which a strong wave of heat emanated. At the back of the cave, a tall woman was working on some metallic object with a pair beside her.
Her hair seemed to be made of golden flames, her golden eyes fixed on what appeared to be armor with several cracks and a large snake coiled around its neck, resting calmly on its owner's neck. The young people – in turn – observed the repair from a safe distance, with the woman leaning against a wall as if uninterested while the man seemed fascinated by the armor's repair.
When he noticed the approach, the boy straightened up from the wall and moved to speak to the girl beside him. The two then approached the divine pair, the woman visibly irritated while her companion grinned from ear to ear.
- Lord Guaraci! What are you doing here? - The young boy asked, bowing to Guaraci.
- And who is this man? - The girl asked, pointing with her chin at Aldebaran.
- Maria, not now. . .
- Yes now! It's a restricted place, not just anyone can come up here and disturb Miss Angra. . .
- We're here precisely for that reason, actually. He's the avatar of the god Tupã, Aldebaran! Alde, these are Maria and Morato, the twins of the Great Serpent. - Guaraci interrupted, introducing the siblings while pulling Maria away from Aldebaran.
The twins greeted him with a nod, and Aldebaran returned a small wave and a somewhat embarrassed smile. It wasn't the first time he'd met a pair of twins, that was a fact, yet they still gave him chills. He still hadn't gotten used to the existence of twins who — despite disagreeing — didn't try to kill each other or other innocent people (as far as he knew).
- Are they always so... friendly? - Aldebaran asked anxiously as he observed the twins.
- Not so much with strangers. . . - The taller woman replied, turning to observe the two gods who had just entered. The snake around her neck also turned to face them with a certain curiosity. - But give them some time and you'll see they're much more receptive than they seem.
- This one, as I was saying before, is Angra. She's the one who takes care of the legends when they're broken in battle! - Morato commented, gently stroking the snake's head with a finger. - And this is Coral; she has no powers beyond immortality and size, but she's pretty, tame and venomous.
- It's a pleasure to meet you! - Aldebaran extended his hand to greet Angra, who returned the gesture as Coral slowly approached him. The true coral snake could smell Aldebaran's hand, which made him a little nervous.
- The pleasure is all mine! - Angra replied, guiding his hand so he could pet Coral. - It's wonderful to know that such a prestigious warrior is joining us.
- Despite the rumors of the theft... - Maria commented, staring at the new divine vessel.
- Maria! - Guaraci reprimanded.
- It's alright... I understand your concerns about the unusual way I was brought here... - Aldebaran stated confidently.
- Good thing you know. - Maria commented, rolling her eyes.
- MARIA! - Morato reprimanded hysterically, giving his sister a light nudge with his elbow.
- But I guarantee that, despite all this, I will strive to ensure everyone's lives are safe. - Maria and Morato exchange glances upon hearing Aldebaran's promise, trying to suppress laughter. However, they both end up giving in and laughing hysterically while Guaraci shrinks into himself in shame.
- You... know they're all dead, right? - Angra asks with some hesitation, causing Coral to also shrink into her neck.
Fui inventar de escrever uma "continuação"/retcon pro live action de Saint Seiya e eu cheguei a um ponto que eu me pergunto. . . O que estou fazendo da minha vida?
Eis um meme sem contexto sobre um aspecto implícito no roteiro:
After dealing with college stuff, I finally post again for the
AldeMu DTIYS CHALLANGE DAY!!!
And the painting used for reference was "Eros and Psyche" by Jean François Hollande:
I tried making a collage putting the drawings of Fem!Aldebaran and Fem!Mu (plus her hand) on a different illustration (because I haven't learned how to properly draw backgrounds yet) so they are on the clouds.
Seiya just. Explaining he was hallucinating communicating under the rumbles with Saori and Marin and Aldebaran just going "What?" that's so fucking funny omg I love this show-
POV: You pissed off the divine brazillian power couple but the moon and the sun are in the sky at the same time (dusk, dawn or solar and lunar eclipses):
The full form below:
The main objective of this form was to personify the union of these two gods and also make them really intimidating/terrifying to look at. Their skin represents the stars, which were created by Rudá - their son - to serve as company for Jaci during nighttime and as a symbol of their undying love. Their golden eyes are to mach with the golden jewelry. Their accessorys are combined and mixed all over.
(Originally written in portugese but its here) (One day I'll post it in AO3 both in portugese and in english) (This was written before the elemental term was created) @mxs-space @masterof108puppets
For now, here is the english translation:
In the middle of the night, most living beings are resting to begin the next day with as much energy as possible. However, not all beings manage to get their well-deserved rest. Some have the misfortune of having enemies... and their enemies never sleep.
- Oh, but ain’t no way! - A young, brown-skinned god with short, pink-dyed hair stopped at the entrance of a rustic hall, filled with colorful vases and tapestries, a sudden surprise on his face.
- I don't know what you're talking about, Rudá. - A woman with long, shimmering white hair commented, genuinely not understanding what the young man in front of her was saying.
The woman was sitting on a colorful rug embroidered with all the phases of the moon, her husband was sitting right in front of her—in a holographic form as bright as the sun because of the time of day—and between them a tall, dark-haired man sat confused by the situation with a second woman behind him. The unknown man stood with his arms and legs crossed while the woman applied some tattoos with genipap ink in a clay pot; surprisingly, he didn't seem to mind much. Rudá, on the other hand, was quite bothered by the man's presence. It wasn't because of the surprise or the lack of warning about his arrival, but because he knew who he was.
- Oh mother, do you at least know who this man is? - Rudá asked, rubbing his forehead in irritation.
- Of course I do! He's the new host of Tupã's will, just like I said we would have! - Rudá's mother replied with a wide smile, pointing to the man who remained motionless while receiving his tattoos.
- Yes, yes! But do you know WHO he is without the will of Lord Tupã? - the young man asked, pointing his clasped hands at the man.
The woman applying the tattoos paused, almost as if pondering the young god's questions. She looked at the couple in front of her as if expecting some kind of response, and when everyone remained silent, she went back to tattooing.
- Seriously, nobody asked where he came from or who he is? - Rudá asked, even more hysterical than before.
- Why would that matter, my son? - the holographic man asked, confused by his son's concern.
- Because he's the Taurus Saint of Athena's Sanctuary, maybe!?
The air seemed to grow heavier in the place. The woman doing the tattoos stopped what she was doing again, this time in shock. The couple looked at each other, almost as if telepathically asking how this could have happened without them noticing.
- No, he's not. - Rudá's father replied seriously.
- Dad, you can't be serious. . . - Rudá retorted, impatient with the stubbornness of the gods in the room.
- But I am! He's not the Taurus Saint!
- Oh no!? He's not Taurus Aldebaran!?
- No! He's not Taurus Aldebaran!
- Then who is he!?
- Thiago! - As soon as the hologram spoke, the man looked up and waved to Rudá, who remained unimpressed.
- . . . Thiago?
- Thiago!
- You've got to be kidding me!
- But what's the problem with having him here? He's already dead! - The woman who was painting the former Gold Saint questioned in a somewhat acidic tone.
- Okay, he's already dead, but you spoke to Athena first, right? - Rudá, already out of patience, asked, trying to calm himself with a positive response from the group in front of him.
Once again, silence reigned in the space. The couple exchanged glances, worried by the minimally sensible and coherent question their son had just asked. Meanwhile, the other goddess present – with her short black hair – gripped the paintbrush tighter and hardened her expression, trying to remain calm and failing miserably. The woman with the shimmering hair approached her husband's hologram.
- Guaraci, did you ask the girl if we could take his body? - The woman whispered in the hologram's ear.
- I thought you had asked, Jaci! - Guaraci, the holographic man, murmured back with a worried tone in his voice.
Rudá couldn't even look at his parents with anything but pure disbelief. He began shaking his head negatively while massaging his temples, his parents desperately staring at each other, trying to figure out what was happening and what the chances were of Athena starting a Holy War against them over a dead man. The second woman grew increasingly tense, to the point of breaking the genipap pot she was holding.
The other gods - except for Aldebaran, who had just finished amusing himself with a pot of beads he was using to make a necklace - stared at their colleague who, although slightly intimidated, did not back down and quickly composed herself.
- Ticê, you went to get the body, didn't you? - Jaci, the woman with shimmering hair, asked with a more suspicious look.
- Yes, ma'am, it was me. - Ticê, the black-haired goddess, replied, still focused on her work.
- And you asked if you could take the body of the Taurus Saint? - Guaraci asked, watching Aldebaran choose the prettiest beads from the pot.
- Of course! And even if I hadn't, she wouldn't have even cared! - Ticê replied indignantly.
- Ticê, you're not lying to us, are you?
- Guaraci, when did you see that girl even talk to Aldebaran? She won't notice, boy! Stop being dramatic!
The gods of the Sun and Moon exchanged glances again, but this time they also turned to their distressed son - who by this point was completely horrified by the situation he had gotten himself into - and to Aldebaran, now Tupã, happily making his beaded necklace. After confirming that there was no way to change their situation, the two simply nodded and turned their gazes back to Ticê. - Alright, let’s take your word for it this time. . . - Guaraci stated seriously, as a small glow emerged from the window.
- But if we find out about any conflict with the Sanctuary of Athena. . . - Jaci commented, her body emanating a small white glow.
Suddenly, the two gods began to glow intensely. The white glow grew and took on a humanoid form, generating four arms and three faces fused into one. The glow darkened, revealing an ethereally bizarre being, with yellowish sclera and the shimmer of hundreds of stars like freckles on its dark sky body. A small sun shone atop its head, between “horns” formed by the waning moon. Its bright golden eyes focused on the goddess of sorcery, who didn’t seem much affected by the transformation, unlike Aldebaran.
- YOU WILL PAY FOR YOUR CRIMES AGAINST ONE OF THE ONLY ENTITIES THAT UNDERSTAND OUR TRUE NATURE!!! - The voices of the two gods echoed in the room, making Ticê shudder slightly before resuming his posture.
And as quickly as it happened, the unified image of the eclipse between Jaci and Guaraci dissolved. This time, Jaci was a holographic image while Guaraci assumed a physical body. Outside, the sun had just risen on the horizon. Shortly after the exchange, the hologram disconnected and Jaci's image vanished.
- Is it morning already? I barely got to talk to my infinity! - Guaraci grumbled, resting his head on his hand.
- My! Father! No! Just no! Not now, it will traumatize the poor resurrected corpse even more! - Rudá pleaded, massaging his temples with his hands.
- Oh my son, what is a flirtation between a couple in love to those who have already died in a war against the gods?
- Father, please...
- Can someone explain to us exactly what is happening here? - A female voice asks coldly.
Two new figures - as imposing as the eclipse entity - entered through the same entrance that Rudá was blocking. The two gods were part of the trio of leaders of the pantheon to which they belonged. Yebá Beló wielded her spear impatiently, and Aomonde merely observed the chaos in silence. Aldebaran/Tupã continued with a mixed expression of confusion and fear, as he seemed to finally realize that he was in the presence of true gods.
- Ah yes, Miss Yebá Beló, we... - Rudá, realizing the problem, turned to the woman dressed in her armor and spear, seeking the best explanation for the problem that had arisen.
- We have a host for the will of Lord Tupã, and they are worried about his acquaintances from his past life! - Ticê explained, omitting more than half of what really happened.
- Ticê stole the body of a former Athena Saint! - Guaraci replied, with traces of weariness in his voice.
Yebá Beló's eyes widened in disbelief, almost raising her spear to attack the goddess. Aomonde, on the other hand, seemed calmer with the information, holding his companion's spear to prevent greater tragedies.
- What's done is done, and nothing can be undone. Not to mention that anything that happens to him will be our responsibility. - Aomonde inferred, with a contagious serenity in her verbal and physical language. - All that remains for us now is to ensure that Athena has no more reason to be stressed, and we will be fine.
Yebá Beló gazed at the body inhabited by her brother. Aldebaran stood with his hand outstretched, offering the beaded necklace he had made a little while before to the goddess with a smile on his face.
- Very well, if he's really going to stay with us, he'd better know exactly what he'll have to do. - Yebá Beló commented, lowering her spear and accepting the necklace with her other hand. - And why isn't he saying anything?
- I just didn't have anything relevant to say, and I was also taking a while to process everything that was happening. - Aldebaran replied, surprising everyone with his deeper voice. - One minute you're dying in the depths of the underworld, the next you're returning to the world of the living to carry out the will of the gods for some reason... It's not a very normal thing to live, in my humble opinion.
- Meh, you'll get used to it. - Ticê replied sarcastically. - The paintings are ready! And I'm leaving now. Have fun dealing with him! - The woman's eyes lost their white glow, becoming completely dark, and her body began to "disintegrate" into ashes and wind.
- That woman is going to give me an aneurysm. - Rudá muttered irritably. - If you want, I can ask Cairé and Catiti to take care of it.
- I appreciate the initiative, Rudá, but I believe your father will be able to organize a better tour to introduce our best warriors. Isn't that right, Guaraci? - Aomonde commented, looking directly at Guaraci, who was holding a glass of water while the others discussed.
The sun god almost choked on his water, coughing as he composed himself to resume his minimally authoritative pose. He simply nodded and stood up, offering his hand to help Aldebaran to his feet. The two passed the three gods at the entrance and left the room. Yebá Beló, still holding the beaded necklace, turned to Rudá with a more serene expression than before.
- Rudá, I want you to keep an eye on that man. - Yebá Beló asked in a low but still firm voice. - We don't know what the Saints of Athena might do if they find out, just as we don't know what the former knight might do, if he might rebel.
- Yes, ma'am. Even though I believe he won't contradict us, I also have my own concerns. - Rudá replied, looking out the window as his father and the newcomer left through the village.
- Perfect! We can't risk any kind of conflict with an army of legendary warriors.
