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This blog is dedicated to both my MineCraft Diaries and MyStreet rewrites! Here you'll find everything related to the world building, story, and art related to my rewrites!

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perhaps could I learn more about vylad in your rewrite :3

Absolutely!! This one will contain all the information about mcd Vylad since I've got another ask asking about the Ro'Meaves as a whole!

MCD Vylad you wonderful doomed man. Like in canon, Vylad was conceived from a scandalous whirlwind romance Zianna had with a handsome stranger. In the case of my rewrite, this handsome strange was an elf named Viktor. Viktor was everything Zianna was missing in her life. He was kind, gentle, romantic, and tender. Everything that Garte wasn't.

Garte was away dealing with political issues in Tu'la to try and help dissuade the emperor from invading the region of Ru'aun (Garte had suspicions that despite Zianna being a daughter of one of the emperor and one of the emperor's concubines, O'khasis would be the first village to be attacked should war arrive in the region). He'd become increasingly erratic during those months despite how much he tried to keep up appearances as a good lord to his people. It was during this stay that Zianna met Viktor, fell in love, and conceived Vylad. He returned home to his wife who was very visibly pregnant with a child he knew couldn't be his.

Garte kept the situation very hush hush and when Vylad was born some time later, Garte accepted him as his "son." Garte's father hadn't been particularly popular with his people so he wanted to do everything in his power to ensure he could maintain the facade of the kind and understanding lord. And accepting Vylad as his "son" was one such act. Even if everyone knew the child wasn't his. It was obvious from the get-go that the clearly half-elf child didn't belong to Garte. Behind closed doors, Garte showed very little affection towards his family. He outright forbade Vylad from participating in much of the traditional experiences which O'khasian princes get to participate in like adopting and learning to ride a wyvern. It was only because of Garroth that Vylad learned much of anything about the Ro'Meave family, including the relic which either Garroth or Zane would one day be set to inherit from their father. Vylad was very close with his brothers for much of his life, even if Zane was more introverted and stand-offish, he and Vylad could talk about almost anything together. He and Zane bonded as "outcast" siblings since Zane was always sick as a child and Vylad was basically ignored by their father.

Vylad was ten when he died. And it was on his birthday too. Tossed into Zianna's rose gardens like a forgotten doll, Vylad bled out from a stab wound to the heart. Zianna had been the one to find him when she'd gone to collect some flowers to gift to Vylad for his birthday. No one would never forget the scream he heard that morning. She was inconsolable for months. Garroth and Zane's relationship quickly fell apart after Vylad's passing. No one ever suspected that Garte was the one who did it. It had been almost too easy really. But finally being rid of the constant living reminder of his wife's unfaithfulness did little to ease Garte's own troubled life but it at the very least satiated his ego for a time.

Vylad's funeral was an absolute disaster as well. A fight broke out between Garroth and Zane which nearly burnt the church down in the process. Garroth was sent away to Nahakra to be trained as a guard as punishment and Zane was put under the mentorship of the high priest.

Vylad didn't remember much of his death. Dying has a funny way of making you forget details like that. But he definitely remembered waking up inside of the Nether in searing pain as his body and soul were forcibly pieced back together with magic. He remembered the cloaked figures whose faces were obscured by their hoods who stood over him and helped a large looming shadow in the room bring him back to life. Well... "life." From there on, Vylad was a shadow knight and lived to serve a formless entity who others referred to as "their King." As a shadow knight Vylad couldn't eat physical food or go out into the sunlight. He could only sustain himself on blood now. He was assigned to work under someone named Gene alongside a girl named Sasha. Vylad didn't like Gene. He was cruel and got a sick sense of enjoyment from the suffering of others. Sasha was a little bit nicer, if forgetful most of the time. But she was not dissuaded from enacting cruelty if Gene commanded it of her.

Vylad abandoned Gene whenever he could. He preferred to be more independent than the other shadow knights. And any excuse to get away from Gene's cruelty was a good one. He'd often go out on trips alone to have a look around Ru'aun. He'd never been allowed outside the castle grounds in O'khasis never mind the village. So now with the opportunity to see the world in his lap he wasn't going to let it go. Of course being suspectable to sunlight made his wanderings a little more difficult, but he managed. He eventually found himself on a very small island where a tiny village had been settled. He stuck to the treeline to not be spotted by the guards as he observed the village and its occupants. One guard in particular took his interest. It took every ounce of restraint in his body to not immediately run into the village to hug him. He knew by the gait in his walk and the lilt of his voice that this guard—whose face was hidden behind a silver helmet—was his big brother Garroth. How he ended up out here so far away from O'khasis he wasn't sure. But he was relieved to see him alive and safe.

Vylad also saw first hand the destruction the shadow knights wrought onto the land. Enacting the will of their formless master, Gene and the other shadow knights went around Ru'aun murdering its lords and anyone who might be of better service to the one who called himself Shad. He knew this was wrong. And he wasn't going to stand aside and let more people suffer. Vylad had grown up hearing of the miraculous powers of Esmund the Protector. As a Ro'Meave, Vylad knew about the special relic which was passed down through the Ro'Meave family. He suspected that the other Divine might have also has miraculous powers or artifacts left behind. He sought out anything which could lead him to something to do with Irene and her power since he believed it could help to stop Shad.

His journey led him to an ancient forest where nothing grew or died. Inside of it he found a staff whose aura emanated with great power. With the staff in hand, Vylad took it to the one village he was certain of would be the best place to help fight against the shadow king. He just never expected to be spotted by the guards in the village or that a raven haired woman would emerge from the staff he activated.

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Could you maybe talk about lady irene?

Oh I've been waitin for this one 🙏 anon a small warning in advance this is probably going to turn into a yap fest that also touches on some aspects about the other Divine Warriors/their lore.

Irene in my rewrite is a very different person than who she is in canon. In canon she was a benevolent woman/goddess who lost all emotion because she didn't reincarnate like her friends (among other vague things).

For my rewrite, Irene's life ended in tragedy—as most of the other Divine Warrior's lives did—because of her own terrible actions. Her life started out almost as normal as it could for a bright eyed adventurer yearning to see the world. Irene grew up in an upper class noble family in the Yggdrasil forest. Her family came from a long line of elves whose work towards the forest made them a well known/highly respected family. And like her siblings and relatives before her, Irene was expected to follow in the family's footsteps and become a guardian of the forest or take up a different notable job. But Irene could never sit still. She always desired more from life. She more often than not ignored the wisdom of her parents and older brother and sister in favor of making her own decisions. Naturally her family contended with these rash choices and reprimanded her for them. This culminated in Irene feeling stifled by her family, who truthfully were trying to protect Irene from herself in a lot of ways. She would often confide in her spirit sister wyvern about all of her frustrations about life and how much she yearned to know what else lay beyond the borders of the forest.

When she was old enough, Irene left Yggdrasil in favor of exploring the world as her curiosity was too great to satiate by staying home. She quickly discovered how unkind the world was towards elves and she made the difficult choice to cut off and file down her horns (a very painful process mind you) in order to pass as a human. Her tail she could tuck away inside of her clothes and ears could be hidden underneath a cloak or hood. While adventuring around and exploring the world, she eventually arrived in the town of Scaleswind where she met two young guards in training—Esmund and Xavier. The three became fast friends and Irene was charmed by Esmund's kindness. She admittedly did catch feelings for him and it was obvious (to everyone except Irene) how much he was infatuated with her. The pair bonded over coming from noble families who didn't understand them. Esmund often bemoaned how his father made him train as a guard to "humble him" or whatever he meant by that. Irene and Xavier meanwhile developed a very sibling-like relationship and were very mischievous together.

When Esmund and Xavier graduated from their guard academy, the three of them decided to go off and become adventurers and travel the region together. While on their journeys, they ended up coming across a caravan of shadesir—a race whose origins were unknown—who were staying outside of a village. It was there Irene met Dagen, a handsome and flirtatious young shadesir who in particular caught Irene's interest. She'd end up meeting him again later in a different village after which he decided to leave his family's caravan in favor of adventuring for a few years with Irene and her friends. Along the way they also picked up Menphia—a witch who shared Irene's insatiable curiosity for the world and also had a disapproving older sister; Kul'zak—a wanderer from Tu'la; and Enki—a daemos from the snowy region of Gal'ruk who was well versed in magic. With the party of seven completed, the group went about traveling the regions and picking up odd jobs for money.

One day, while down on their luck financially, Enki returned to their camp with a flier for a hefty bounty calling for anyone willing to capture and kill a wyvern which had been tormenting a small village along the coasts of Ru'aun. Everyone in the group seemed eager to accept the bounty when they heard how much money would be awarded. Irene knew about the wyverns. She'd grown up with the wyverns as the cultural brothers and sisters of the elves. They were people with souls, language, music, food, and culture. They weren't mindless animals. But they needed the money. Irene tried to tell herself that maybe the wyverns outside of Yggdrasil were different. Maybe they were just animals. So, she chose to stay silent. She didn't tell her friends this was wrong or what she knew about the wyverns.

They killed that wyvern and took its scales for a trophy. Irene could hear his dying screams as he begged them to stop attacking him and help him. But Esmund drove his sword through his jaw before the wyvern could get the words out. The bounty was indeed very helpful for their party and helped them purchase new equipment, food, and weapons. And then they began to wonder if other villages needed help dealing with wyverns. The group went on to become a renowned wyvern hunting group, even earning accolades from the King of Ru'aun himself. They became known as the Divine Warriors for their seemingly divine-given duty to protect people from wyverns.

And over the course of their journeys and bounty hunting, Irene and Dagen fell madly in love. Naturally, Irene fell pregnant not long after they became a couple. When the knowledge of Irene and Dagen's little one became known to the Divine Warriors, they decided to establish a base of operations. Just a few weeks after their new home was finished and furbished, Irene gave birth to a beautiful baby girl who she and Dagen named Eris. All seemed to finally be going well for the Divine Warriors.

And then the shadows attacked. There had been signs they'd been coming for some time. Crops were dying, villages were disappearing, and the nights seemed to be lasting longer than usual. But one day, inexplicably, portals of obsidian rose up from the earth and shadow-like beasts without form or reason poured out from the Nether and began to ravage Ru'aun. The Divine Warriors rose up to the challenge to protect the people from the beasts.

Thus began the War of the Magi. It was a war which lasted a grueling five years and desecrated much of the region. Menphia and Irene, alongside seeking out darker forbidden magics to fight back against the shadows also began to seek out power sources they could use to finish the battle. They'd experimented with wyvern hearts and blood in the past but nothing had ever come quite close to forming the magic they were seeking. That was until they discovered the possibility of using a human soul. Xavier refused to participate in killing anyone to obtain a magic power he didn't want, so he left the Divine Warriors. Dagen had left a long time ago as his relationship with Irene had become strained since she had refused to help him protect the shadesir people who'd become wrongly accused of summoning the shadow beasts into the world and starting the war.

Irene led the charge with the other four remaining Divine to create the relics and win the war. Sacrifice the few to protect the many and all. Six souls were sacrificed to create the relics; a daughter, a sister, a brother, a father, a mother, and a friend. Irene came to Dagen, begging him to help them one final time to defeat the shadows. If they all worked together, they could defeat the shadow monsters and clear the name of the shadesir people and end the persecution of them. So, Dagen accepted the relic, not knowing what its origins were.

When the shadow beast was defeated, it was cowardly Enki who confessed the truth of the relic's origins to Dagen when he couldn't find Eris. Dagen, enraged by this news, attacked Irene and the other divine stepped in to stop him. During their battle, Menphia cursed Dagen to be transformed into a half-wyvern monster. Dagen—and the shadesir—were blamed for the blight of both the wyverns and the war, although the curse part was never revealed to the people. As a show of the Divine's strength, Dagen was publicly banished to the Nether for his crimes and the persecutions of the shadesir continued. Enki and Kul'zak left the Divine Warriors and Ru'aun after Dagen's banishment. Irene never saw or heard from them again.

Afterwards, Ru'aun renowned Irene, Shad, and Menphia as heroes of the realm. Irene and Esmund began to pursue a very public relationship together. With the monarchy gone, having fallen during the war, Irene and Esmund settled a village far up in the mountains of Ru'aun which they named O'khasis. After Menphia's passing, Xavier threatened to expose the Divine Warriors for the liars they were. Esmund quietly removed Xavier as a problem and took his idea of forming the Jury of Nine. But years of a guilty conscience does things to a person. And Irene had done so many terrible things she had worked so hard to keep hidden from the world.

She and Esmund's relationship didn't last very long either. After five consecutive miscarriages, Esmund blamed her for the loss of their children. He was embittered about how Irene could not provide him any heirs but had had no issue giving Dagen a child years before. Angered and heartbroken, Irene left Esmund, and when she was refused entry into Yggdrasil for her crimes against the wyverns, she found recluse in an old church in Scaleswind. There she lived out the rest of her life in solitude. As she was an elf, she lived for a very long time although no one knew of her true race and believed she was long lived because she was divine. She lived for almost nine hundred years. Many people came to see the Lady Irene and ask for her blessing. This is how she became known as the goddess Irene—the Matron.

But there was one small detail Irene almost forgot about in her old age. During her youth—long before the relics were even a thought in her mind—she and Menphia had tried to pursue the idea of immortality. Irene knew that the wyverns called themselves immortal beasts. And she figured it must be true and so they were able to extract souls from the wyverns and preserve them inside the wyvern's hearts. And at the time, all seven of the Divine were still together. But even after the spell was done, their bodies continued to age and wither. They had assumed this spell had failed. That was until Irene met a young man who she realized was the reincarnation of her late husband Esmund. Terrified and realizing what her fate would be, Irene fled for the one person she was willing to see was still alive; Hyria—Menphia's older sister. Irene came crawling to Hyria in her forest, begging for her to help her gain control over the last thing Irene still had some control of—her life. Hyria initially turned Irene away as she blamed her for the death of hers and Menphia's mother and the loss of her sister to dark magic. (context: Menphia killed hers and Hyria's mother to use her soul to create her relic).

But Irene refused to leave and begged Hyria. For reasons Irene would never know, Hyria agreed to help her. She preserved Irene's soul inside of a staff where it was kept hidden away inside of Hyria's immortal forest for five thousand years. Hyria intended to keep Irene's soul inside her forest for the rest of time so that her reincarnations would never hurt anyone ever again.

That was until the staff was stolen by a young shadow knight who brought it to a little village on an island on the edge of Ru'aun.

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Tell me about Laurance >:3

OH GLADLY MY LAURANCE LOVING LASS!! Since a specific rewrite isn't mentioned here, I'll just talk about both MCD and Mystreet Laurance :)

(Note that some of the things mentioned here are subject to change when the official rewrites are updated on ao3!)

MCD Laurance gets (affectionately) smacked with the doomed and angsty stick. He's so doomed by the narrative and I love him for that. Not much about him (at least in the beginning) is changed. He's still from Meteli, he meets Aphmau with his wyvern Ungrth, he eventually moves to Phoenix Drop and becomes Aphmau's personal guard. It's when he becomes a shadow knight things start to change up a little bit. So Laurance is a little bit different compared to other shadow knights since he never really died in order to become one which is a basic rule for all shadow knights. See Laurance is what's known as the Vessel. The Vessel is a plan which Shad has been working on for literal centuries. He's collected a wide array of shadow knights who in life were powerful magicks users among other professions in the hopes they'd be able to create a body for Shad to inhabit so that he can leave the Nether. Shad's soul was specifically trapped inside the Nether even long after his physical body died. Without a body, he can't leave. So, he's decided to inhabit a new one in order to get his revenge on Irene/the other Divine Warriors and their legacies. Over the course of many trials and errors, it's determined that a direct descendant of Shad would work best as a vessel in inhabit.

And would you look at that, it just so happens a direct descendant of his ends up trapped inside the Nether after he sacrifices himself to save his lord and friends. Laurance is kidnapped and subjected to incredibly painful torture in order to prepare him to become the Vessel. The magicks users who work for Shad carve a rune into his back (a la Astarion from BG3) and perform a number of spells before they bring him to an altar to remove his soul from his body (which mind you is an incredibly painful process). But Ungrth interrupts the ceremony and snatches Laurance away before he dies. Shad sends out his shadow knights after Ungrth and they attack him. Ungrth is thankfully able to escape and make it back to Phoenix Drop before succumbing to his wounds (I've also removed the whole Void thing from my rewrite so he just bleeds out rather than dies of void burns lol).

Laurance eventually wakes up from his magic/exhaustion induced coma. And he seems mostly fine aside from the alarming new rune on his back that boasts a very unsettling symbol of Shad. He's able to walk in the sun, eat food, walk, etc. He seems just fine. That is until Aphmau discovers Laurance acting erratic one night and clutching his stomach like he's starving. Despite her better instincts telling her not to, she lets Laurance take some of her blood (as he'd begged for during his incoherent rambles), and that's when everyone discovers that Laurance unfortunately has changed into something else. What exactly no one knows. They wouldn't really find out what he's become until much later. He's become a shadow knight—creatures of the dark who are weak to sunlight, feed on blood, and can shapeshift into terrifying wyvern-like beasts called dragons. Laurance however seems to exhibit very few traditional shadow knight traits until "season two" onward. His need for blood begins to become more of an issue more frequently as he refuses to feed, and he's able to shift between his normal form and a "shadow knight form" which gives him armor, horns, and scales although he doesn't have great control over the switch. The armor is removable weirdly enough.

Laurance still is dealing with the Calling which only worsens his mental state over the course of season 2. It reaches a climax when he discovers Aphmau has been in a secret relationship with Garroth behind his back. Reeling from his betrayal—and the complex emotions he's feeling from the Calling muddling his own thoughts—he ends up burning down Old Meteli as a way to seek out the warmth of the Nether while trying to resist its call to him. Vincent is the one who takes him into the Nether on a sort of journey of healing/self acceptance as Laurance tries to come to terms with what he's become and who he is. The journey does a lot of good for him thankfully and he's able to return to the Overworld with full control over himself and his new dragon form!

After the final battle against Shad is over (very long story I'll save for another time haha) Laurance settles down in Phoeseti (the new name for the village on the Phoenix Alliance Island), and adopts a few children who were orphaned during the battle.

MyStreet Laurance is comparatively significantly more mentally well since he isn't dealing with the whole "my ancestor wants to suck the soul from my body and possess my soulless body like a meat and bones puppet so he can escape the Nether and burn down the world" thing.

He's one of the deputies who works for the town of Phoenix Drop. He and Aphmau (renamed Ariella) have quite the romantic first meeting and he quickly falls for her. Her becoming the new mayor after Malik decides to retire randomly during his term ends up being something of a positive for Laurance since he gets to work with her more often. He and Ariella become very fast friends, and he develops something of a crush on her. They go out on a few dates together, but he isn't able to see her much when she and the others go off to Love Love Paradise since his parents asked him to come home and help them with the farm for a summer since they were dealing with a lot on their plate. It was during that time he was able to help Michi become less of a terrible and mean person and sparked a genuine friendship between the two of them (they're ex-childhood friends in my rewrite for context).

When he returned to Phoenix Drop though, he found out that Ariella had decided to pursue a relationship with Garroth. Although he was definitely hurt by this, he took the news as best as he could in the moment. He was genuinely happy for his friends, but some part of him deep down couldn't help but fantasize about what could've been if he'd also gone on vacation with them.

He's able to get over the loss of the relationship and move on from it though as he is genuinely happy for Ariella and Garroth. He'd eventually resign from his job as deputy and go into the field of journalism. Laurance was already considering the idea when Ariella moved in to town and became mayor, but he stuck around as deputy for a little while longer before he made the choice in season 3. Coincidentally, Garroth also decides to resign from his job as deputy, although that's just because he feels it wouldn't be appropriate if he was dating his sort-of-boss. So he and Laurance are able to become a lot closer after their career change!

Whether Laurance gets into a relationship with someone else I haven't decided yet, and that'll probably be something I decide on later :)

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The Divine Warriors: Protectors of the Realm

Irene the Matron, Enki the Keeper, Menphia the Fury, Dagen the Destroyer, Esmund the Protector, Kul'zak the Wanderer, and Xavier the Loyal.

Seven friends who have sworn their oaths to the king of Ru'aun to help fight against the blight of the wyverns. Each of them boasts a trophy of their victories in the form of skins carved from the flesh of the acid spitting beasts.

When the War of Shadow descended upon Ru'aun, these brave seven stepped forward to battle against the darkness threatening to swallow up the regions and their peoples. No one knows how the Divine were able to banish the nightmares to the Nether. Some say they were blessed by the gods, others that they are deities themselves.

The secret behind their power? Relics whose origins have been lost to time. Only Esmund's has ever been passed down through the Ro'Meave lineage. The fates of the other relics are unknown. But whispers of their power remain on the lips of the Ru'aunian people in the form tales from sailors and wives.

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Hi i don't wanna be annoying, but in your rewrite mystreet and diaries what is going to be endgame? Thanks for reading! 💜

You're not being annoying at all! I'm happy to answer this since I know people will be curious!

Although I want to explore a lot of different dynamics with the characters and their romantic lives in both rewrites (including the love triangle with Garroth/Aphmau/Laurance), I do have some definitive endgame couples in mind.

For MCD: Garroth/Aphmau, Dante/Nana, Travis/Katelyn, Emmalyn/Kenmur, Aaron/Jenny (past)

For MyStreet: Garroth/Aphmau, Zane/Nana, Travis/Katelyn, Kenmur/Sasha, Aaron/Jenny, Rylan/June, Dottie/Blaze

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MCD Rewrite Lore: Aphmau

Aphmau never intended to become the lord of Phoenix Drop. A tiny farming town in the middle of a tiny island off the coast of Ru'aun, there was little hope left for the community after their previous lord—Lord Malik—was murdered in the dead of night with no children to take up his mantle.

Her earliest memory was Garroth. She remembered waking up lying in the cool damp grass surrounded by an orchestra of night as her eyes fluttered open and she sat up in the grass. Dimming lights of magic faded into the grass around her as she gazed around at the clearing. That's when she saw him. Garroth's gleaming helmet affixed to his body which was covered in mismatched armor. He sat in the grass, staring at her through the visor of his helmet. And then Aphmau suddenly saw blue as he threw his cape over her naked body.

Garroth hadn't been alone. Soon, other guards—whose names Aphmau would learn later—found them and brought them back to Phoenix Drop. She grew to love the village and its people as Zoey—a kind elf who acted as the local healer and doctor in the village—gifted her the name Aphmau. But as skilled as she was, even she hadn't been able to restore Aphmau's lost memories. She couldn't remember anything before meeting Garroth. She would quickly grow frustrated as her inability to remember anything of her past before Phoenix Drop.

Because of the kindness everyone in Phoenix Drop showed her, it wasn't surprising that she'd want to help others. Fixing up houses, tending to the animals and farms; she wanted to help in any ways that she could. And when a letter came in from Bright Port begging all nearby villages for help, she jumped at the chance to help them too. But Dale and Garroth barred her from leaving. They didn't want to risk making Aphmau a target as lords had been going missing for some time and they worried that such an act could make her look like a lord. But her chance to prove herself came when she left for Bright Port after Brendan had been accidentally injured with an arrow by Zenix. Lord Bart was supposedly a magics user, which was exactly what Aphmau needed.

In Bright Port, Aphmau met a handsome red head named Laurance who had a wyvern like Garroth, although this wyvern was named Ungrth. She'd been quite fond of him as he had been of her. She hoped she'd meet him again someday, but she had to focus on her mission at hand. After an unsuccessful day of interviewing anyone in Bright Port who might be able to help her find the missing lord, Aphmau was approached by a young boy who tearfully asked if she might help him save his friend. Aphmau agreed to help and found out the young wolf was actually a lu'pine named Lowell. Lowell said that his father would be able to help her find Lord Bart since they were friends. After a brief misunderstanding with the lu'pine clan, Aphmau was welcomed in as a "friend of the moon" thanks to Lowell explaining what happened to his father and Aphmau mentioning her friend Kiki whom Bodolf knew. With the help of the clan, Aphmau was able to find Bart inside of a cave—delirious and having lost some blood because of a strange puncture wound on his neck—and bring him back to the clan. Thanks to her, The Northern Lu'pine Clan, Bright Port, and Phoenix Drop were deemed allies, and Bart agreed to begin sending in supplies to help revive the dying village. He also provided a healing potion for Aphmau to bring back to Brendan.

It was not long after her return that Aphmau was made lord of Phoenix Drop which she gladly accepted. If only she knew that accepting such a role would lead to such a dangerous life and to the answer behind her lost memories...

[Side note: Burt's name was changed to Bart due to lord Burt being an homage to a real life youtuber of the same name!]

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you should talk abt kim :))

I think I might know who this anon is lol, but alrighty, Kim!!

So... I fear I must confess that I'm not the biggest fan of canon Kim. Most of what spoils my opinion of her is definitely Ghost and the story stuff surrounding them during and post s4, although Kim just personally never appealed much to me even as a young watcher.

So!! For my rewrite, I've decided to essentially mush her with Emmalyn. Or rather give Emmalyn certain quirks that Kim had. Emmalyn's nickname is Kim, and I've also changed her design quite a lot from both of their canon designs. I preferred Kim's old red hair and more shy personality from her initial appearance so I've incorporated that into her design! And Emmalyn's weirdness/bluntness has also been incorporated into rewrite Kim!

As for her role within the rewrite, she and Zoey are the first roommates Aphmau (now renamed Ariella) house with! They only house with her for a brief period of time before Aphmau decides to room with Katelyn and Nana (now sort of renamed Kaori). She's pretty rude towards Aphmau and makes her opinion of her very clear which forces Zoey to play roommate manager. Eventually Kim and Aphmau are able to bond and Aphmau learns that Kim's rude behavior is just a mix of her own blunt personality and a way to shield herself from rejection/bullying. Once that wall is toppled, the pair get along fairly well. They're not best friends but they're at the very least civil with one another. Aphmau even helps her get a job at the library in Phoenix Drop! Kim is also a tech/internet wizard and is quite the expert in creating scarily detailed profiles on people which'll come in handy once Zane arrives in Phoenix Drop to do business for his father.

I'd definitely say that she's the character who's gone through the most significant changes (aside from possibly Zane or Travis)

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Color studies for Raven, Ungrth, and Askiri for my mcd rewrite

Note: Askiri is an original wyvern I came up with, she isn't canon! She's also Raven's mate!

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The Shalashaskas

Sylvanna stared down at the tiny lu'pine pup lying soundly asleep in his plastic newborn hospital bed, swaddled up in his blanket. How in the world had this happened?

Four hours ago Sylvanna had been at home mulling over the paperwork she needed to send to her lawyer for her divorce proceeding. While exhausted and taking a small break to feed her infant daughter, Ariella, she'd gotten a phone call from none other than her ex-husband. The house phone rang for a few minutes before going to voicemail. Sitting on the couch, with her daughter held close to her chest, she quietly listened to the answering machine beep and Zack's voice came over the speaker. She tried to ignore him, she really did. That was until he asked her to meet at the nearby hospital for something important. What a roundabout way of wanting to talk about the divorce. So, she drove two hours to the nearest hospital with Ariella sleeping in her car chair. When she arrived, with her daughter in her arms, Zach was nowhere to be found. Instead, a government worker was waiting for her. Of course he'd ditch her like this.

The worker had been nice and explained the situation bluntly; a baby had been dropped off at the hospital; nom didn't want him; dad didn't either; he had no other immediate family who wanted him... No. No, no, no, no, no. No he wouldn't. He didn't.

He did. The baby boy sleeping amongst the other newborns looked exactly like him. He looked exactly like her daughter- his half sister. Their bastard father had left Sylvanna with custody over a son he didn't want. A child he'd sired out of wedlock some months before Ariella's birth. Supposedly his mistress had come back to him and claimed him as the father, and Zack - ever the slimy rat he was - slipped out of responsibility again. At least he'd had the courtesy to file for divorce before telling Sylvanna he'd cheated and had a child with another woman. Sylvanna couldn't blame the baby boy she gazed down at from the other side of the glass while the government agent quietly droned on in the background. It wasn't his fault his parents didn't want him. Without any other family to take him, Sylvanna agreed to adopt him. Ein she named him. It meant "delight" or "brave." Sylvanna hoped he'd live up to that meaning.

Sylvanna now had two lu'pine pups to look after, and as a human she was completely out of her depth. Ariella was a little bit easier being half human. But that never stopped her from joining her brother and his antics. Chewing up shoes, ripping apart the legs of all Sylvanna's furniture, and digging up her tulips in the garden were all activities Sylvanna became very used to as her pups got older.

Elementary school had been brutal for her children. Living in a majority human city, Ariella and Ein faced constant bullying for being lu'pine. Ariella's unique birthmarks all over her body also didn't help with the bullying. Zack continuing to draw out their divorce for as long as humanly possible also didn't help matters. Sylvanna pulled Ein and Ariella out of public school in the 4th grade and homeschooled them until 12th grade. At least this way she could protect them. She could keep the outside world out. A world that was cruel to her children could never hurt them inside her home. But as they grew Ariella became more... difficult. She became interested in makeup, fashion, the latest movies and celebrities, and of course: boys. Sylvanna remembered distinctly the first boy Ariella ever liked. He was a nice young man who lived down the street; blond hair, blue eyes, gap tooth smile. He was a doctor's son. Ariella- who had just entered the sixth grade - was positively smitten with him. Sylvanna pulled her daughter away towards the bus stop. Over her dead body would Sylvanna let some boy hurt her baby girl! The only boy she ever allowed near her daughter was a scrawny elf boy named Vylad. He and his father had moved into town and were also being homeschooled. They made quite the trio together.

Despite Sylvanna doing her best to provide her children with a good home, it didn't stop her daughter from fighting with her. Sylvanna almost had a heart attack when one night she was woken up by the sound of banging on her door only to find a pair of police officers standing at the front door with Ariella in between them covered in garish and amateurish makeup and glitter. She'd been invited by the doctor's son to a school dance and gotten caught by the principal when she got into a fight with another girl who'd started picking on her.

Ariella got into the worst fight with her mom ever that night. It was the first time she ever said she hated her mom to her face. She didn't mean it. Maybe a little, but she didn't completely mean it. Ein at least brought her some dinner. Enchiladas - her favorite. She cried into her mom's shoulder and apologized the next morning. But even still, Sylvanna wouldn't let up on her constrictive rules.

That was until Ariella went off to college. It was a small nearby community college but it was something at least. It was so full of people and thousands of new experiences Ariella had never seen before. Ein also went to the same community college with her. Ariella had her own dorm, roommates, and a pretty good coffee shop to go to before classes. Her first taste of freedom had been electrifying.

Slowly, she stopped talking to her mom less and less. Fewer phone calls, fewer weekend visits home. Those sorts of things. She knew her mom loved her, and she loved her too. But Sylvanna had a bad habit of trying to insert herself into Ariella's love life. She could barely even suggest the idea she met a cute guy at her favorite coffee shop without her mother so much as running out of the house to chase down said boy and his ancestors.

So she stopped bringing it up, always lying and saying she was still single and of course focusing on her grades and the internships she applied for. And soon college was over, she graduated - Ein dropped out in favor of a blue collar job he'd been able to secure through a friend - and all seemed right with the world. Her life continued on as normal for a while.

That was of course until the economy crashed and she was out of a job. And everyone else in the city. She couldn't afford her beautiful apartment anymore. But over her dead body would Ariella move back in with her hyper strict mother. For four days and nights she'd poured over every newspaper clipping and every business phone book she could find. She'd even gone to her local library to look on the internet. And finally finally Ariella found a job. A secretary position in a small town way out in the country. She'd always dreamed of moving to the country side - with all the beautiful horses, quaint farms, and rugged woodcutters a girl could dream of.

She took the job immediately. With the help of her brother and her good friend Vylad - whom she'd met at the age of eight while she and Ein explored a small creek close to their neighborhood - Ariella successfully moved out of her apartment and made it for the country. She had two roommates now - a nice and go with the flow elf who worked at the local hospital's maternity ward, and a less than polite human girl who had a concerning collection of strange and obscure manga even Ari had never seen before.

Oh well, she had another chance at freedom. And she was farther away from her mom than she'd ever been before! After three days to settle in, Ariella made her way to the town hall where she'd begin her very first day as a mayoral secretary! Opening the doors, she was greeted to the sights of- a very drab and plain looking office that hadn't been updated in at least twenty years... Ok! This was fine! Ariella could work with this! She knew her way around an old phone as good as anyone else. And just as she was about to make her first step into the building, a portly man with a big beard and an even bigger grin suddenly thrust a lot of paperwork into her arms. A few security guards had scurried into the room after him.

"Ah good morning!" the man greeted the very frazzled Ariella, "You must be the new hire! Well congratulations you've just been promoted to mayor of Phoenix Drop! Hope you have a wonderful time! I've got a flight to catch for the start of my retirement!"

The building door closed with a thud. And Ariella was left standing in the middle of the room, stunned as could be. What had she just gotten herself into?

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Mystreet Rewrite Lore: Nana Ashida

The Ashidas were a proud clan from the southern island chain of Tu'la. Built on centuries of Tu'lasian and meif'wa traditions, they had amassed an unfathomable amount of wealth and good will amongst the people of both the region and the world. A life of prestige, strict tradition, and sky high expectations - this was the world that Nana Ashida was born into.

Ever since her birth, Nana had been different and yet completely unnoticeable. The only child in her family to not be a twin or triplet, she was the seventh of twelve children by her mother and father. Unlike the rest of her siblings, she had no particular inclination towards any talent which her parents pushed her towards. She wasn't good at much of anything. Music, art, dancing, calligraphy, fashion - all of it eluded her. Her siblings meanwhile all settled into their own niches and talents quickly and began to excel at all of them. Nana discovered she liked to bake, although that wasn't much of anything in the eyes of her ever strict mother. Her dad at least encouraged her towards pursuing baking. Maybe because it was the only thing akin in to a talent she had.

Her lack of talent definitely didn't help her to stand out amongst her siblings. She was constantly mistaken for one of her sisters who were far more popular and prettier than she was. And if she wasn't being mistaken for one of her sisters, she was being asked where one of her brothers were. What few friends she did have only used her for her money. What Nana thought of as generosity was actually her being treated like a doormat. Her mother was always chastising her for never having any of her allowance saved. And maybe she perpetuated some of this doormat behavior in a vain attempt to garner any friends. Her grades were as unnoticed as she was; always averaging B's in every subject. Her mother never seemed to approve of anything Nana did. Although that's probably because one of her siblings always outshone her in everything. And the comparisons with her siblings and cousins ran rampant in their house. This created a competitiveness between the children which meant Nana was never close to any of her siblings. At least she had her obaasan. With a strict mother, busy but caring father, and no siblings to really confide in, Nana at least found solace with her grandmother for the little time she had with her. She passed when Nana was shy of her 14th birthday.

Nana was 18 when she'd finally had enough. She'd graduated with no friends, average grades, and an air of familial disappointment she brought over the entire Ashida family. And she was tired of it all. She needed a new start - somewhere where she wouldn't be defined by her family's name or their astronomical expectations. Somewhere new where no one knew her or her family. Somewhere where she could finally be recognized for being her.

So after a long and difficult conversation with her parents, it was decided Nana would attend the most prestigious culinary college in Ru'aun. A new region and a new school meant a completely clean slate. One last thing - her name. Everyone in Tu'la knew the Ashida name and she was certain that people in Ru'aun would too. So, she had her name changed; Kaori Miyazaki.

Along with her new name, Kaori changed her hair. Dying all of it pink, she completely changed her wardrobe to something far cuter, pinker, and more fashionable. And soon enough, she moved to Ru'aun to finally begin her brand new life free from the shackles of her family name. She could finally stand out from the crowd. The language barrier was difficult at first and it took her a long time to adjust to learning a new language. The friendly red haired witch she met in school knew how to speak her native language, and was kind enough to help Kaori learn this new one. Turns out the culinary college has expanded out to other subjects outside of food. Which is how Kaori found herself in a magicks class with the witch Lucinda. Their friendship quickly turned competitive as Nana discovered she was actually pretty good at magicks - although Lucinda proved to be a very powerful rival. And they even began to share a dorm together! Kaori finally had her first friend!

Soon after graduating, she began to look for a job although had some difficulty with it. One day - while working one of her many part-time jobs - she met a very friendly woman with black hair and a bright grin. Her name was Ariella and the two quickly began to talk. She even tried one of Kaori's desserts, and she loved it! Ariella asked Kaori to make some for a fundraiser she was hosting. She'd be compensated for her work of course. Kaori quickly took the deal and before she knew it she'd moved to Phoenix Drop and began to work for another baker already in the village. Which she was fine with, as long as she was able to pursue her passion. She also learned Lucinda was living in Phoenix Drop too! And that she had her own potion shop to boot!

Finally, she had the life she'd always wanted. Friends, recognition for her talents, and all of it as far away from her family as possible. And there's even a cute blue haired boy who seems to reciprocate her crush! The only downside was Zane Ro'meave who had unfortunately moved into town. It seemed he wanted nothing but to stir up trouble with everyone already there.

Ro'meave. Kaori had immediately recognized the name. She vaguely remembered her uncle had turned down a business deal with one Garte Ro'meave many years ago which had infuriated the man. He'd then tried to strike a deal with her uncle four more times. And each time he was shot down. The entire family reeked of desperation for power. Kaori's family were not seen as people eager to feed hungry snakes. Ever since that deal fell through, both families fell into a series of business battles to try and hurt the other's companies.

And given how rude Zane was to her upon their first meeting, Kaori had no issue continuing that hatred. No matter, Kaori could simply focus on the more positive aspects of her brand new life in Phoenix Drop!

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Mystreet Rewrite Lore: The Ro'meaves

It was anything short of a miracle that Garroth and Zane came out as acclimated to normal society as they did.

The events which entailed Zianna and Garte's relationship had never been ones born from mutual decisions. At sixteen years old, Zianna found herself engaged to a much older twenty three year old Garte. She'd maybe met him a total of three times before they were officially wed when she was eighteen. Not once in her life had she ever imagined she would have been exchanged to the son of her father's business partner to secure a company partnership. But he seemed nice enough. He was well put together, spoke clearly and calmly, and at least seemed to tolerate her presence - which was something she couldn't say about the other boys at her high school. Shortly after her high school graduation and wedding, Zianna quickly made plans for college. Which university she'd attend, what her major would be, whether she'd live in a dorm or in a small apartment off campus. Garte didn't care whether she went or not. In fact he didn't care about much of anything except for his father's business which he was set to inherit someday. It wasn't Zianna's problem to worry about, she needed to focus on college and getting her bachelors. And then she got pregnant only four months after her wedding. And suddenly her family who had previously wanted nothing to do with their eccentric daughter began to butt into every facet of her life - all under the guise of "it's for the baby." It became stifling, and Garte's apathy towards her family didn't help matters. Although in private, he did share some excitement towards the idea of having a son. Never a daughter - just a son. Thankfully, nine months later - after a pregnancy plagued with lethargy and illness which Zianna would never figure out why - Zianna and Garte welcomed their first and eldest son. He was the spitting image of his father with blond curls and a square face. He looked mostly human save for the subtle point in his mostly rounded ears. Garte didn't seem to notice though, and excitedly bragged to anyone willing to lend an ear about his baby boy. But that admiration swiftly dwindled when one too many late night feedings began to intrude on Garte's sleep. Despite Garte's yelling about Garroth waking him and the fact that Zianna would have to put her dreams for college on hold, she loved Garroth more than anything. He was absolutely perfect in her eyes.

Garte's frustration with his eldest son grew with each passing year. As he got older it became obvious which parent he took after more. Despite looking almost exactly like Garte - save for the boy's muddy brown eyes and Tu'lasian features - he obviously took after Zianna more in personality. How disappointing. Soon enough, Garroth was three which mean he was finally old enough to begin daycare and Zianna could finally begin her dreams of college. And then she got pregnant again, and once more her family - who again had kept a nigh total distance from her life after Garroth's birth - were suddenly insistent on how much stress would be put on her and her new baby if she went to college. So once more, Zianna put off pursuing her degree. But she wasn't as upset this time around. She'd be getting another baby after all; her one silver lining in her life. Her pregnancy with Zane was much worse than Garroth's. Most days she could barely bring herself to get out of bed she was so sick. And Garte refusing to stay home to help her let alone Garroth didn't help much either. After a visit to the doctor, her worst fears had been confirmed; the fetus has inherited her witch genes and her body's lack of mana to help the fetus grow was making her sick. Zianna had never told Garte she was actually a witch. She never thought she'd need to. She didn't even know until her fifteenth birthday when her parents told her. Her manaser - the organ needed to produce mana to practice magic - had been surgically removed when she was an infant. Her ears had also been surgically reshaped to resemble human ears instead. A vile practice which had long plagued witches in Ru'aun since at least the Middle Ages. Rumors said it had been put into practice when one of the Lords of O'khasis had risen to power and began a mad goose chase to exterminate all magical races from the region. But in the present, such practices had been legally recognized as mutilation and had been federally banned. At least her second child would not suffer the same fate as she did with such practices being outlawed. She was given concentrated mana medicine to help her through the rest of her pregnancy.

It was shortly after Zane's birth that Garte began to linger around the house less and less. Which Zianna was perfectly fine with. He'd taken to drinking like his father and he'd began to change. No longer was he the quiet and amicable man she'd married years ago. He'd been replaced by a cruel, uncaring man who did little else than drink or work. Or maybe he'd always been that way and Zianna was finally seeing his true character. Either way, a strained relationship with her husband, a lack of sleep from caring for two young sons, and a deep-seated desire for any crumb of affection soon led Zianna to an elf in the cafe downtown. He was tall but not as tall as Garte. He had beautiful pine green eyes that stuck out against his coffee brown skin and dark chocolate curls. He was polite and always greeted Zianna with a smile. He quickly memorized her usual order too. Was it any wonder she fell head over heels for him? Dashing her wedding ring, Zianna told the elf - whom she learned was named Viktor - that she was recently divorced and a young mother of two. Neither of these were things that Viktor minded. In fact he seemed to adore Garroth and Zane. And one thing led to another, and Zianna's curse of ill-timed pregnancies caught up to her for a final time. She'd been able to disguise the morning sickness as just a bad case of the flu. Garte seemed to believe that was the case before he left for his year long business trip. Shortly after Garte's departure to Tu'la to seek out a business proposal with the Ashida family, Zianna came clean to Viktor and told him the truth - and that she was pregnant. In order to protect herself and her sons - as Zianna had no one else to turn to to keep her safe or financially stable - they made a deal. Viktor would take full custody of the baby once they were born and Zianna would return to her normal life with her husband and sons. She agreed, and after her three days in the hospital were up, Viktor took his newborn son Vylad and left. His cafe soon moved out of its old space as well. Zianna did her best to move on with her life, although her severe post-partum depression made that difficult. But she managed. She had to.

Life continued on as normal for the Ro'meave family. Or as normal as it could be. Garte began to sink deeper and deeper into his drinking until it became an addiction. He was mostly able to hide it well to the public and present as the put together family man he wanted people to think he was. At first, Garte had been ecstatic over having a son who looked just like him. But it became apparent very quickly that Garroth took after his mother. He liked to bake, flowers, and was very gentle with every animal he met. From the moment he was six, Garroth was thrust into basically every sport Garte could put him into to "toughen him up" as it were. Zane meanwhile was metaphorically left to his own devices as the second child who took after no one in particular in terms of personality. With an emotionally overbearing mother who fancied many nights of wine and crying herself to sleep, and his father who could basically care less about him - partly driven by his focus to mold Garroth into the perfect son he needed and his ire for Zane's more obvious witch heritage - Zane began to pursue his own endeavors to gain some kind of attention in his house. Zane quickly became desperate to win his father's approval.

Zane was 8 when he lost his eye. It had been an accident is what Zianna had told the officers in the hallway outside Zane's hospital room. Just two boys had gotten too out of hand while roughhousing and one of their mother's glass pheasants had fallen from a shelf, shattered, and struck Zane in the eye. But that wasn't the truth. Garte had gotten drunk again. And he and Zianna had gotten into another fight. But this one was different from the ones before. Zane remembered Zianna screaming for Garte to stop. When Zane and Garroth had tried to intervene to stop their father in his drunken rage, Zane was hit in the crossfire. A glass pheasant sculpture thrown at his face, shattering and permanently marring his eye. He didn't even remember the pain, just the loud shriek that had erupted from his little body.

Even despite that incident, he continued to seek for his father's attention. Any attention would do, even if it was pity.

When they were old enough, Garroth and Zane were admitted to O'khasis Preparatory Academy. Zane of course excelled in his studies, earning all A's in every subject every school year. Always the perfect student, he could memorize anything and everything put in front of him. He was also uncannily adept at socializing even from a young age. He always seemed to know exactly what to say to please those around him save for his own father. And Zianna doted on Garroth like he was the second coming of Irene, so Zane was left with slim pickings for attention in his life. But he never resented Garroth for soaking up all of their parent's attention. After all, Garroth was kind to him to and was always certain to make sure Zane felt included. In fact, Garroth was basically the only person who paid any attention to Zane. It was nice to have someone who'd share his video games with him, or read his favorite book about dinosaurs to him before he learned to properly pronounce the names. Despite the instability within their home and the nigh constant fights from their parents, the brothers grew very close and became practically inseparable.

Garroth on the other hand never did well academically. He preferred to doodle in his notebook than to pay attention to whatever war his teacher droned on about. Fantastical stories of ancient battles atop wyverns and dragons captured his attention far better than any boring math equation could. And his grades began to suffer as a result. The only reason Garroth was able to remain at O'khasis Prep was largely thanks to his father's influence and the fact that Garroth was at least mostly decent at any sport he was put in. Garroth never made any friends at O'khasis Prep either unless he counted Zane. He was always spending time in the library or being forced onto the field by his father. He remembered a lot of the fights his parents had were about him and his failures. That or it was Garte drunkenly shouting about Zianna lying about being human and giving him a bastard magicks user for a son. He was always sure to shut Zane's door when those fights were had.

Garroth was 16 when Garte summoned him to the living room. An arranged marriage was to be set up between Garroth and Nicole von Rosenberg - the daughter of a wealthy businessman and politician who Garte was keen to start up a business relationship with. Garte had been trying to unsuccessfully break into politics for years now, and this could be his opportunity. Zane had never heard his brother yell like he did that night. And he doubted he would ever hear it again. Garroth and Garte got into a screaming match, which quickly broke out into a physical fight. But Garroth wasn't so little anymore. Not like when Zane was 8. No, years of sports and rigorous exercise induced by the man who was fighting him gave him enough strength to fight back. And the bullies at O'khasis Prep had taught him a thing or two about how to fight. He didn't win the fight that night, but he did manage to knock a few decent hits on his old man. Decent enough to send Garte to the emergency room for the night. With his parents gone, Garroth retreated to his room after his father had yelled he was grounded for a month for this. But soon enough, his bedroom door creaked open. Zane could hear shuffling from the hall and thought nothing of it. It was probably Garroth up to get some water. And then he heard the front door open and close. A few moments of silence, and the door opened again. Three times he heard that front door open and close. And on the fourth time it opened, Zane slinked out of his room to find Garroth lugging an overstuffed backpack out the door. His brother's bedroom was practically empty save for the larger pieces of furniture in the room.

Garroth explained he was going away. But he swore he'd come back. He'd come back for Zane, he'd take him away too, and they would both finally live together away from their father. And as they hugged and said their goodbyes, Zane believed his brother.

Garroth never came back.

Garte and Zianna didn't realize Garroth was gone for at least 2 days until Zianna went upstairs to check on Garroth only to find him gone. They searched for months but found no trace of him. Garte eventually paid off the cops to close the case. Now alone, Zane became the focus of both of his parents in ways he wasn't ready for. Without Garroth, he became the son whom his mother doted on constantly in an effort to distract herself from the grief of losing two sons, while his father suddenly thrust a mountain of expectations onto him. Suddenly, Zane regretted getting the one thing he'd desperately craved from his parents all his life. When he was 16, he was hired to work at his father's company and quickly climbed the ranks. He essentially became Garte's errand boy going out to various towns and farms with a pleasant enough smile and put together disposition to charm them into selling off their land to his father's real estate company. A little illusion magic to hide his pointed ears and scarred eye pleased both customers and his father alike.

Meanwhile Garroth had driven his truck until he couldn't anymore. The young teen ended up in a small middle of nowhere town called Phoenix Drop. Taken in by Donna's mother, he was given a warm place to sleep and food to fill his belly. He never realized how much weight he'd lost until he was given proper meals again. Garroth quickly acclimated to the small farming town and years later after working many jobs as a farmhand was eventually hired as the town's sheriff. He worked diligently to protect the people of Phoenix Drop and the mayor he worked for.

As fate would have it, the estranged brothers would meet again when Zane was sent out to Phoenix Drop to survey an old farm belonging to Donna's mother his father was keen on buying up.

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Zana Picnic Proposal

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Doodle page of characters for my Mystreet rewrite

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Aaron Lycan and his beautiful borzoi wife Jenny

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"Gene, you really don't have to-"

"I said it's fine, Kea; I insist," Gene said calmly as he continued walking over the dark gray wet sand. "We'll get you back to the house, you can rest on the couch, and we can ask Lucinda for a quick healing potion."

Kea gently swayed slightly with each of Gene's confident strides. Her arms cling to his shoulders around his neck, while his hands held her up to keep her on his back. She did her best to keep her throbbing ankle steady. At least it was bandaged, and had some stability. Not thirty minutes prior, she'd stupidly tried to show off - to Gene of course - while playing volleyball with the pack. After missing the ball completely, she'd landed wrong, hit the sand face first, and ended up with a twisted ankle. She sighed tiredly, and watched the gentle foam of the waves lap back and forth as the wet sand, and Gene's sandals. Her face was the same shade as Kiki's hair as the fresh embarrassing memory ran laps through her mind.

The little hints of the stubble along Gene's throat tickled the skin on her forearms. She tried to focus on the feeling of his partly unshaven neck while his scent consumed her senses. Cinnamon, a rich bourbon, brandy, and the lingering sourness of cigarretes; that was Gene's scent. And by Irene, it, and the salty taste of the sea were the only things on her tongue and in her nose.

She nuzzled her nose into his hair, and let his soft dark blue curls tickle her pales lashes and freckled cheeks. His strong, calloused hands were so warm against her thighs. The meif'wa felt her cheeks warm quickly as she realized how close his hands were to her butt. Irene, Gene's hands on her thighs... and all she could think about was how nice they felt. She briefly wondered what his hands would feel like in other places. Her neck, her shoulders, her hair... Or what their hands would feel like intertwined together. Or maybe instead of his hands, what about his lips? What would they feel like against the palm of her hand. Or maybe her lips...

Kea swallowed hard as she quickly tried to shoo such indecent thoughts away. No, Gene was a friend... nothing more.

"You're awfully quiet." Gene's calm voice pulled her out of her terribly romantic ideas.

"Oh... am I?" Kea stammered quickly. Irene, how long had she been daydreaming?

A deep laugh rumbled from Gene's chest. Kea felt is reverberate through her chest, and her heart. Her thundering heart skipped a beat as his laugh faded out.

"Yeah, just a little. You're always so chatty. Got something on your mind?" He asked with a lilt in his voice.

"Oh! I'm just, kinda preoccupied with uh.. my ankle." Kea lied. I mean, it was a half-lie. Or a half-truth. Maybe that sounded less bad. Her ankle did hurt, as it ached with even the most gentle of movement. But she'd never tell him the whole truth. 'Hey Gene don't mind me I was quiet because I was having really embarrassing thoughts about kissing you!'

Because that wouldn't be super weird at all Kea, the meif'wa reprimanded herself.

"I'd believe it, you took a pretty bad tumble. You sure your head is okay too?" Gene asked, peering back at her.

A soft breathy laugh escaped Kea's lips. "Yes I'm fine. I already told you, I hit soft sand, the worst thing I got from that was probably an un-Irene-ly amount of sand in my fur."

"Oh maybe I could help you wash that out!" Gene offered with a smile.

A bright and very hot flush bloomed over Kea's cheeks. And her hands suddenly felt sweatier than before. She prayed to whichever of the Divine that was listening Gene would think it was just the summer sun making her sweat.

"Oh n-no! That isn't- You don't- I I'm perfectly capable of washing my hair myself!" Kea squeaked. Oh Irene no no no no NO seeing him like THAT was the LAST thing she needed. Or Irene forbid him seeing her without clothes (which was admittedly rich coming from the girl currently wearing a bathing suit).

Gene laughed again, and said something Kea didn't understand. Her stomach flipped as he chuckled something in Spanish under his breath. Why did her heart and stomach have to flutter everytime he spoke Spanish?

"I meant you'd sit in a chair and I'd have a bowl of soap and water on a table behind you." Gene explained, half turning his head to glance back at her, a Cheshire grin tugging at his lips. "What were you thinking of?"

Kea's pale brows furrowed, and her ears flattened against her hair. The corners of her mouth turned down, and her opaline eyes darted away as she tried to ignore how dry her mouth went and how uncomfortably hot her face and neck were.

"Nothing."

"Nothing? Aw c'mon gatito, what were you thinking about?" Gene purred, a devilish grin on his pierced lips.

Kea's head fell into his hair. "Asshole." she muttered under her breath.

Gene barked out a loud, hearty laugh. Kea quickly grabbed back onto his as his shaking shoulders almost knocked her off his back.

"Hm, I know you don't mean that corazón."

Corazón.

Kea wasn't quite sure what it meant, although she was almost certain it was another stupid nickname he used to tease her - like gatito; little cat. She'd managed to bribe Dante with free icecream for a week if he told her what it meant. Unfortunately, the cerulean haired duo of brothers seemed absolutely Nether-bent on making sure she couldn't understand what they were saying to her.

Although, I could just look it up myself. I should probably learn some Spanish insults to get back at Gene and Dante, Kea briefly thought.

"Maybe I do." Kea retorted with a pout.

Gene only laughed in response. A comfortable silence fell between the pair as Gene trekked over sand and seashells to reach the beach house. The hissing of the gentle ocean waves, and the shrill cry of the gulls flying high in the sky lulled Kea into a comfortable trance. She rested her chin on his shoulder, as her eyes began to droop. Children laughing somewhere lulled Kea back to her childhood, and the memories of visiting the beach when she was young.

Ever since she was a kid, Kea had loved the beach. She loved absolutely everything about it. The cool animals, the soft sand, the salty waves that churned and played with her as she swam, and of course, going out to catch ghost crabs with her big brothers and her dad. Of course, when her younger siblings were old enough, they'd also joined in on the tradition of catching the little white crustaceans in big sandcastle building buckets before letting them go as their bedtime inched closer. She remembered how most of the other meif'wa children at the beach stayed clear of the ocean while Kea had been the first to race her brothers and sisters into the salty water to play. Looking back, Kea figured it was probably because she was raised by lu'pine parents, who got her accustomed to water from a young age.

Kea's cheeks turned up as she smiled at the sweet memories of her family vacations.

"We're here."

Kea's eyes gently peeled opened. She hummed softly as she looked around. She quickly squinted as the harsher evening sunset poured golden light into the beach house's living room. The soft and familiar fabric of the white couch rubbed against her back and arms. She must've fallen asleep while Gene was carrying her. Kea prayed she hadn't snored.

"Here, I managed to hassle a healing spell out of Zane - Lucinda wasn't here so he was my best option." Gene explained as he showed Kea the piece of paper. Intricate circles and sigils were scribbled into the off-white parchment in a neat and orderly manner.

"Oh right, I keep forgetting you know magic." Kea mumbled as she rubbed the sleep out of her pale lashes.

"Yeah, not much though, I'm still learning. I still don't have any runes or sigils memorized." Gene rambled as he looked over the spell.

"Still, it's cool. I wish I knew magic. I didn't get lucky with my genetics though." Kea laughed.

"I dunno if it's 'genetic luck' that I'm a quarter witch." Gene replied with a small chuckle in his throat. He set the paper down on the coffee table, kneeled down, and gently began to undo the bandaging around Kea's ankle. With one hand, he carefully lifted her ankle, and with the other, he began unwinding the long strip of cloth.

"Still, it's cool. I wonder if maybe I'm part witch somewhere. Although it's probably unlikely. I don't know much about my biological family. Although, after meeting my mother... That's probably for the best." Kea's smiled turned into a cringing scowl.

"How did that go by the way? That uh.. meet up with your bio mom?" Gene asked. His deep cerulean eyes never left the bandages or his moving hand.

"It went... okay?" Kea shrugged, her voice following in pitch with her shoulders. "She was... I dunno. I mean I know she's the woman who gave birth to me and all, but she was just... weird? She drank a lot. Like, an unholy amount. I was worried the restaurant staff would be forced to cut her off. And she complained about her recent bum boyfriend, and how he'd gotten himself thrown in jail. But she also was kinda.. nice? Like she'd tell me stories about her family, about their memories. Although... a lot of those family members are apparently either in jail, dead, or they stopped talking to relatives."

Gene whistled. "I wonder why."

Kea laughed awkwardly. "Yeah... I don't blame them."

"Have you found anything about your bio dad?" He reached for the paper, and placed it over Kea's ankle. He whispered something in another language Kea didn't understand, but she knew it wasn't Spanish. The palm of Gene's hand began to softly glow, and the paper quickly burned away into a few soft bright lights. The lights congealed over her ankle, wrapping around it in a similar pattern to the bandages that had once been there.

"No. And Marissa wasn't helpful either."

"Marissa?"

Kea sat up slightly. "Oh! That's her name; my bio mom."

Gene mouthed an "Ah" as he continued to manipulate the spell until it covered Kea's entire foot and ankle.

"Yeah she uh... told me in uncomfortable detail about the night of my conception. She apparently slept with... at least four different guys that night, so it's anyone's guess." Kea sat back into the couch with her hands resting over her stomach.

"I guess the whole thing made me more appreciative of my mom and dad..." Kea's voice fell away as her mind quickly began to think about her relatives.

"How so?" Gene asked, quickly cutting off Kea's wandering mind. Gene rested his hand over Kea's ankle as his thick pierced brows furrowed in concentration.

"It made be appreciate the life they gave me. The love they've shown me, and even their mistakes. I'm starting to think they're nothing compared to Marissa's." Kea was quiet for a moment, her opaline eyes watching Gene work to heal her ankle. She knew enough about healing spells and potions from Lucinda after she'd watched her heal a small sprain Garroth had given himself while trying to hang something up on a wall. Healing had to be done slowly so as to avoid a sudden rush of pain. Healing could in theory be done quickly, but it would often cause severe pain for the injured person.

Kea blushed slightly as she realized Gene was being careful to not work the spell in too quickly, so as to avoid discomfort. It was a sweet gesture, even if it wasn't super obvious.

"Is it weird I sometimes wonder what I'd be like if my bio mom had kept me?" Kea blurted out.

Gene, never looking up, said, "Nah. I don't think it's weird. I mean, I'd probably think the same thing. What I'd be like, who I'd be friends with, where I'd be in life. That kind of thing."

Kea chuckled. "Oh, okay. Maybe I just overthink too much..."

Gene laughed softly. His hand began to move over her ankle, gently guiding the mass of light over her skin, to ensure the spell covered every injured part of her ankle. "I don't think so. I like it actually."

Kea cocked one of her brows. "You like that I overthink?"

Gene's blue eyes widened, and he almost fumbled with her ankle. "I- I meant I like how imaginative you are. You're always trying to come up with different things, and I think it's a good skill to have. Like cheering people up, or when helping people, you always have these unique and personal ideas. It's... it's nice."

Kea didn't miss how Gene's deep voice softened as he continued to compliment her. It was an odd thing about to compliment, but Kea appreciated the sentimentality nonetheless.

"Thank you," she hummed. Her ears fell back as their gazes met.

Gene quickly looked away, and finished the spell. He retracted his hand, and the light on Kea's skin faded. He cleared his throat and stood up. Before Kea could get up, he put a hand up.

"Stay on the couch for a few minutes, your ankle might need a little bit to let the spell sink in." he explained gently.

Kea nodded, and smiled. "Alright."

Gene's relaxed smile tightened, and he stood up taller. He grinned a bit nervously before he glanced towards the direction of the kitchen. "Here, let me get you something to eat. Do y'all have popsicles in the freezer? I'll go get you one."

"I think we do. But I think they're Zane's..." Kea explained with a lopsided smile.

"Even better!" Gene exclaimed, clapping his hands together. He quickly zipped around the couch, and up the steps and into the kitchen while Kea laughed.

In his brief absence, Kea smiled softly. He glanced down at her foot, and flexed her toes to check how her ankle felt. She swore she could still feel Gene's fingertips lingering on her skin, and the thought made her blush softly.

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Glowing Starfish (Stellux Asteroidea) are a species of starfish native to the Luna Keys, a series of islands along the equator which hosts Starlight Wonderland. Native solely to these islands, this species has been protected by the Ru'aunian government since its initial discovery. Coming out only at night, they are most identifiable by their uniquely soft glow which comes from their natural mana-based diet.

The species are also one of the very few monogamous species of starfish and mate for life. If a partner dies, the surviving starfish will not take on another mate, and will usually pass away quickly after their partners. Thus, these unique echinoderms are a local symbol of love and loyalty.