“Oh? Interested in my works, are we? Very well. Go and have a look.”
“Please note, I am currently not accepting requests.”
ROBLOX: PRESSURE
🌑 // THE MOON PROVIDES (NON-REQUESTS)
Z-13 [ SEBASTIAN SOLACE ]
⟢ DROWN IN THE DEEP
⟢ IT’S YOU!
⟢ WHEN LIGHT FADES
⟢ ENCOUNTER NIHILISM
⟢ WHEN MOTHER WAS HERE
⟢ SAFE HAVEN
🌑 // A GIFT BESTOWED UPON YOU (REQUESTS)
⟢ A special find brings peace
⟢ Aquarium date
⟢ General Headcanons
HONKAI STAR RAIL
🌑 // THE MOON PROVIDES (NON-REQUESTS)
BOOTHILL
⟢ PROMISE
⟢ SOMETHING STUPID
⟢ GENERAL HCS
🌑 // WRITTEN IN THE STARS (SERIES)
⟢ BLOOD N’ BONES (CANON X OC)
LEAGUE OF LEGENDS
🌑 // THE MOON PROVIDES (NON-REQUESTS)
SHIEDA KAYN
COSMIC PRISON - Odyssey universe
“All works have their notes, including what to expect and warnings. Do read them as it may save you some trouble.”
“If you’re interested in lore related details concerning me, I will provide those to you. I have no reason to be so secretive about who I am. My time at the Hadal Blacksite is…quite interesting.”
⟢ Z-222 Document
⟢ Arrival and containment breach
⟢ A Walk with Angels
“These are just written works that go well into detail. If you’re interested, considering checking the “listen to his story” tag. As of right now, there isn’t too much.”
“Hm, if those did strike an interest and you have an idea in mind… Please. Hold onto that thought, or perhaps there is someone else who may be able to get to your idea as I am unfortunately unable to do so at the moment. However, I believe I’ll have to set some rules.”
“Your request will be ignored and possibly deleted if…”
⟢ It contains topics such as rape, incest, pedophilia, and abuse. While I do love making things a bit dark, I do not touch those topics and WILL NEVER make something with those topics. Please note, yandere content will also count as abuse content.
⟢ I noticed you have made a VERY similar request to another user. Personally, I find this to be rude and disrespectful. It just doesn’t sit right with me.
⟢ I am NOT accepting any NSFW requests as I am not confident in writing that sort of content. It’s not that I am uncomfortable with it, I just cannot write it.
“Please note, I work better when the reader is gender neutral. It allows me to leave many aspects of the readers in my works up to you so you could properly insert yourself or an OC into it. If this is overlooked, your request won’t be deleted and will still be considered. I cannot do every request I receive, but I’ll do my best.”
“Now that that’s out of the way, how about some quick blog rules in general?”
⟢ DO NOT INTERACT IF: BASIC CRITERIA (racist, any sort of LGBT+phobe, proship), USE AI ART/CHARACTER AI
⟢ DO NOT try and purposely cause arguments. And do not try to bring up drama currently in any fandom whether I’m in it or not.
“I believe it is mandatory that I mention should the drama of Zerum be brought up, I will ignore you. I’ve already said what I wanted to say concerning the situation, and it is exhausting having to talk about it. If you persist, do know there will be no response from me and you are simply wasting your time.”
“You will be blocked should you show you fit into one of those categories.”
“Now, I must take my leave as the operators are probably scrambling in trying to reconnect their systems. As fun as it is to watch them struggle, I have much to do. I will see you on the other side.”
I know I haven’t been relatively active here, but I felt it would be good to say something as I do have a bit of a following here.
Please read this document if you are into Pressure. The warnings are all there in the document so please read at your own discretion, it gets much worse the further you read.
Do not make this about the game, do not celebrate that Zeal is getting cancelled. This is about Ren and what they had to endure due to what Zeal did to them. And for the love of god, do not make a joke out of this.
What Zeal Did to Me at RDC 2025 Written and compiled by the person to whom this happened. Edited with the help and support of my friends.
guess who made a new oc thanks to roblox customization but they’re literally just a void its kinda funny
ended up tracing the scythe from a screenshot cause it was pissing me off
more info below
Sagittarius A, named after an actual supermassive black hole located at the heart of our galaxy
im not 100% sure on what to do with them. anyway Sagittarius A is quite a sweetheart actually. they have a voice, but it prefers to not speak. it loves to indulge others whether that is touching their horns or whatever, but still has boundaries that they make clear when it comes to it.
whether it has a face or not is debatable tbh.. i like to think there’s nothing there but at the same time, i want my bf to kiss them lol.
and eating regular food can be a little funny cause i can see it having to hold it up to their “face” and “vacuum” it up. sadly, they cant taste anything nor is the food any filling.
idk i’ve grown attached to them since then, i love it a lot 💖💖
I was going to say quiet about the whole thing as I already said all I wanted to on Twitter but
guys please show your support and be kind to zeal and the rest of the team. honestly it’ll be a rough week, but whatever happens, we can really only show our support for them for creating a wonderful game that clearly had so much passion put into it.
if anything, pressure was technically the reason why I got back into writing in the first place. the story is really great to read, i loved collecting all of the documents and reading them through. i loved creating my OC/sona, Oberon Sol, and working on his and Corky’s (friend’s OC) documents. the Guardian Angel was part of the reason for my OC’s creation mainly because I already loved angels and customized my roblox avatar as a fallen angel, so he technically already fit into the universe. maybe not design wise, but a person can dream.
anyway, not quite the message i wanted to put but showing your appreciation also works. but my main point i wanted to put was that breaks are okay. take a break whenever, and take it how ever long you need to. days, weeks, months, maybe you need to step back entirely and never work on it anymore. and that’s okay. sometimes, for your own health, you will have to stop. and trust me, it’s okay if you need to. please take care of yourself first.
Synopsis: Everyone has nightmares, and everyone must one day confront them. Some, however, never emerge through the other side.
Notes: ODYSSEY Shieda Kayn x GN!Reader / Reader is dead in current time / Kayn’s perspective (NOT written in first person btw) / not a happy ending / mostly a trial and error kind of thing, I did what I can based on what was already provided before Rhaast’s involvement / Kayn is possibly OOC, I apologize in advance / Stairway to Heaven inspired / I kept calling Rhaast they and them in this and ngl, i think its kinda banger / probably got some lore stuff wrong, oops
( I love Odyssey Kayn so much guys. I reread The Lure for any universe relates stuff like Kayn’s interface. this fic’s plot is a concept I’ve been thinking about for a while and I thought it’d be pretty cool! hopefully you guys like it too )
How long has he been trapped here? Or rather, lost? He couldn’t keep track of it anymore, not even his interface’s chronometer could tell time anymore. Speaking of, he couldn’t even contact anyone from the empire. Something in this area is preventing it, but what that was, he still wasn’t sure.
He’s not even sure how he got here, not even the relic in his hands knew. Although… the relic was trembling, and they had only brushed it off when questioned by the Ordinal. Even he knew they were uneasy, and that alone was odd. He never would’ve guessed the Voice of Ora would tremble in a place like this.
Your thoughts have become clouded in dread and grief.
Their voice echoed in his head. He would never outright admit such feelings, but the Voice of Ora was right. Something about this place was forcing unwanted memories to resurface. Something else in his head forcing him to relive an event that had happened quite some time ago.
Kayn brought up a hand to his head as he slowed down and staggered slightly. This place felt like it was draining him. Had he truly fallen into some sort of trap? That’s unlike him. What trap was this?
Your mind is fading.
Was it? Is he simply losing consciousness?
“What are you talking about?”
Your feeble mind cannot withstand the force of this realm.
Realm.
“Now is not the time to be speaking in riddles, Rhaast. Answer me this. You know something about this place. What is all of this? Why are we here? How are we here?”
The Voice of Ora remains silent for a moment.
A being beyond your comprehension has cast THEIR gaze onto you.
“Is this another one of your tests?”
No. It is in our best interest to leave this place.
They are holding out on him. He knows it, but he may not be in the best state to argue.
Tell me. Who is this person? They seem to hold a significance to you.
“Ordinal, may I ask something that is complete nonsense?”
He faintly laughed, “Speak,”
“Do you think in another world, our lives would be so much more simpler?”
“That is complete nonsense, commander,”
They smiled, not taking their eyes off the countless stars, “Perhaps there is another us in another universe. I wonder what kind of lives we’d be living,”
The Ordinal’s gaze shifts to the stars as well. In another universe…
“Hopefully something better than this,”
The two laughed. It’s no secret to either of them that they’re tired, though for different reasons. He can see how tired they are, however. They don’t need to tell him.
“I like to think we’d still be friends in those other worlds,” they admit. Their smile seems softer now.
“Anything else you also like to think?” He questions further, not knowing why himself.
They blink and turn to him, clearly a little surprised to hear him ask. There was a brief silence between them as they turned back towards the stars.
The smile he, at that very moment realized he liked to see, had returned, “That the stars twinkle like thousands of little fireflies,”
“Fireflies?”
“Tiny flying insects, Ordinal. Their bodies illuminate once every few seconds,” they explain to him, “Truth be told, they aren’t much,”
They sighed. He knew that’s all they could say about these fireflies, but he finds himself intrigued as to why they took interest in something as small and insignificant like fireflies. Perhaps it is merely because these insects reminded them of the stars they so loved to look at.
“Do you wonder what the empire’s home world was like?”
It was a question that was always in the back of his mind. Whatever destroyed the Demaxian homeworld happened way before either of them were born. Now, they’re somewhat scattered but the main base resides in the Locus Armada.
Kayn sighs, “It’s useless to wonder such things, Commander. Besides, neither of us were hoping to live that “normal life” anyway,”
They only hummed in response. That’s how he knows that they know he’s right. Ever since they were young, that’s what they worked towards. Although, if he recalls correctly, they never exactly expected themself to become a commander.
It suits them, he thinks.
“Kayn,” their voice cuts through his thoughts, “About the report I had recently submitted,”
The professional tone was there, but the use of his name rather than his title like they had always addressed him as had put him on edge. They had always confided in each other behind closed doors, and this was no different. So, he would listen to what they had to tell him. Both as an Ordinal and their friend.
Commander [Name] [Last Name] of the Sovereign. Hm, quite the reputation they had. A skilled imperial soldier, cunning and precise.
Kayn didn’t respond to that comment. They were correct, after all. They were well respected among the ranks. A strong commander of a powerful ship, and a close friend of his. They had known each other for quite a while, much longer than he had known the current emperor.
Fireflies…
That discussion along with the report was one of the last times they both got to just simply talk and enjoy each other’s company despite the busy schedules both had. He would’ve smiled at the memory, but it only served as a reminder of the last time he saw them.
“The Sovereign and its crew no longer exists,” Kayn then says. Perhaps the Voice of Ora could detect him almost choking on his words.
Oh? Then tell me, do you remember what happened?
He could only recall what he could barely hear and see that day. It was the same day he had lost his arm. He had lost all control of his body, far too weak to move due to the blood loss. His interface was giving numerous warnings of his current condition as if it wasn’t already obvious enough.
They remained with him, whether by duty or genuine care. It didn’t matter to him. As long as he didn’t fully lose consciousness, it was enough so long as their backup arrives. He was only lucky to have survived due to the enhancements an Ordinal would require. Even then, he was hanging on by a thread.
The reinforcements had arrived, but much later than one might prefer. He hears their muffled voice shout out orders, and he can only assume they had prioritized his safety as he awoke in the infirmary. He awoke 37 system hours later, as he was told.
When he was steady enough and his new arm had been implemented, Captain Vassur had reported what she could. The cause was unknown and any audio or video footage they managed to pull from the Sovereign didn’t hold any answers.
As for the Sovereign and its crew… all who was aboard the Sovereign at the time of attack was found, identified, and their statuses confirmed. Everyone except them. [Name] [Last name] was not among them. Any and all attempts at contacting or locating them had failed. Their signal was gone like they had completed vanished.
It was easy to assume they were gone, but strangely, he didn’t want to believe that. A part of him wanted to think that there was the smallest chance they were still alive somehow. They could simply be hiding and getting rid of anything that could potentially lead whatever it was to them, or even endanger the Locus Armada itself.
It was brief, but he had focused majority of his efforts to finding them. Countless system hours of digging, trying to find something that could hint towards their location. He almost became obsessed with trying to find them had Captain Vassur not taken notice of it. She managed to convince him to stop, though just barely. Even in other assignments that required his attention, he’d be looking for any sort of clue no matter how small it could be.
Maybe he was already obsessed.
Clinging to feeble hopes and a commander long lost. Why is it you choose to think they are still alive?
He can’t answer that question. He isn’t sure of it himself. Why? Why does he cling to the idea that they’re still alive when they, by all accounts, should be dead? Was it cause there was no body that was found? Perhaps, but even so, the question still remains. Why?
Kayn brushes the question off, “What does asking me these questions have to do with us getting out of here?”
All a means to make sure you do not lose yourself. This is not a test. This place is not what it seems.
“Clearly… seeing as you haven’t stopped shaking these past few minutes,”
Or hours.
“Whatever,”
Your people don’t seem to be so fond of the commander now. Despite their best efforts, why do the others see them as “reckless” and “inconsiderate”?
Kayn scoffed as the scythe continued with the questions rather than shutting up.
Surely they couldn’t have been that much of a failure in your ranks.
No. They weren’t. They very much deserved their title as commander. It was because of that event. That was why their reputation plummeted in an instant. One small mistake that had led to one of the emperor’s Ordinals into critical condition. That was enough to shatter their reputation.
Many were careful at handling situations whenever an Ordinal was involved, much like Captain Vassur. Any small anomaly in anything is to be considered a danger. That’s why they too had reported to him about a strange sighting in the ship’s detection system. Both the commander and Captain Vassur. Even then, it was already too late for them to investigate what it was. That strange sighting was what destroyed the Sovereign.
They were discussing what it could be and the course of action to take, trying to figure out if it’s possible it’s a vessel from the criminal Syndicate. A very big one at that. It was his word they would follow, and before he could even give it, the Sovereign violently shook to the point it knocked everyone off their feet in one direction and then immediately in another.
A threat that came out of no where. Mm, I doubt anything anyone would’ve said could clear their name.
Kayn wouldn’t know. He never said anything of it anyway. Let them believe what they want to believe, he’d say. They’re all fools anyway.
He sighs, forcing himself to continue forward. Each room he came across was different. From empty straight hallways, to large spaces, to eerily familiar rooms. Was this place connected to his memories somehow?
He opens yet another door leading into a dimly lit hallways. The door shuts behind him as he takes a few steps forward until he hears a small snap seemingly beneath him. Once he moved off, his interface immediately scanned it and brought up a profile. His eyes widened. Their profile. This was their bio-tag. Is this where they’ve been trapped in all this time?
The scythe in his hand begins to tremble once more.
“Rhaast, you’re trembling again,”
And I will tell you again. It is nothing.
Do you really believe they have survived that event?
The information displayed in his interface showed they were deceased, but that was “official” information. It was never quite confirmed as a body was never found. That’s how their profile looked before he found himself here anyway.
Kayn looks back at the bio-tag and picks it up. At that very moment, it was almost like that obsession had reawakened. He could continue searching through this strange space until he confirms their status. Dead, alive, wounded, critical, it didn’t matter. He needed to see them. He needed to see them with his own eyes. Just once.
But how much longer?
He finds himself staring at the stars more often.
Fireflies… Tiny insects whose bodies illuminate every few seconds.
Little lights that seemed comparable to the star systems thousands upon thousands of light years away. And perhaps… Another universe where another him exists. How strange would that be? Would they still be friends in that other world? Would they disappear all the same? Would nothing have been different in the end?
Hopefully not…
And somewhere out there, the destroyed home world of the Demaxian Empire. Was it nothing but space rubble at that point, or was the land simply uninhabitable? There was no clear answer, shockingly enough. The answers were always a strange mix of both. Others say some other worldly entity had destroyed it, but “other worldly” is a broad term.
He sighs. They’ve gotten into his head even after many cycles had already gone by. Even after Captain Vassur convinced him to cease all of his efforts, he still looks through every little report given to him in hopes it would lead to something. Part of him felt possessed sometimes. He is unsure if Captain Vassur is aware of this, but he swears she pities him.
How pathetic.
The official communique in his hands was one of many. Commander Nakuri had specifically requested an Ordinal’s attention to the matter. Whether it was what he was looking for or not, or if it truly was something an Ordinal needed to see, he didn’t care. As long as if it could possibly temporarily free him from the hold they have on him even beyond the grave, he will take it.
“Surprise!”
“Not now,” he tells the battle mech.
Instead of sitting at his desk, he was instead on the window seat while a holo-lure took his place. Sadly, his desk is now split into two.
Wake up.
He opens his eyes to see an all too familiar setting. Right, he’s still here.
He pushes himself off the ground. His body felt heavy. Is the exhaustion finally hitting him full force? Did it finally catch up to him?
Kayn looks to his left only to see an unopened door.
Let this be the end, he’d say.
You know that won’t be the case.
As he opened the door and sees a familiar figure on the other side, everything slows down. The scythe in his hand feels heavy, his grip faltering.
“Kayn…? I-Is that you?!”
That’s their voice.
It’s really them…!
The scythe had fallen from his grip as he ran towards them. The “Voice of Ora” only watches helplessly. They watch as the figure known as Commander [Name] [Last name] extended a hand out to Kayn, and he, in turn, only embraced them.
Their warnings to him had fallen on deaf ears. They feel a piercing gaze. They know now. He is no longer their vessel. They would no longer use him as their vessel.
THEY cast THEIR gaze onto the Ordinal, and he feels that gaze. Piercing and cold, and yet gentle and warm. THEIR eyes, ones filled with love and adoration, looked down at him as THEY smiled. He belonged to THEM now. THEIR hands slowly closed, trapping him and the “Voice of Ora” in this prison paradise.
the lack of fics to read in this tag is slowly driving me insane after i just got my fixation on this stupid mf back and on full swing 😭😭 you could probably blame the reveal of his battle academia skin tbh i want him bad
rubs hands together like im a fly alright back to work i guess
