Imagine Zinzolin collecting ice crystals as souvenirs from his space travels. Keeps them in containment units so they don’t melt.... gives one to Ghetsis perhaps
“Oh, I find a lot during my travels. I have a whole collection. I give him the small pieces the broken pieces. He makes use of them by forming a whole hoard. As of late, he hasn’t been resting in the whole hoard. He’ll take a few pieces, lie on top of them and tends to his hatchlings. When that happens, none of the staff can bother him. Ice Angels are very aggressive when it comes to their babies…”
“Ah, yes, Natural is here as well as twelve Planetary Commanders. Then we have the main group on the ship: Vio, Colress, and I. And of course we cannot forget all of our men and women who oh so graciously fight for our cause…”
“Ghetsis! Ghetsis! The flower is stirring! It’s about to bloom!”
Ghetsis raised his head from his cold pillow and yawned, rubbing the sleep out of his eyes. His ears and wings twitched and he turned his head toward the speaker. Zinzolin continued to shake Ghetsis’s shoulder and yelling.
“Wake up! You’re going to miss it! Are you really going to sleep through this?!”
Ghetsis grunted and smacked Zin with a wing. The half-elf spat and sputtered, trying to get the blue feathers out of his mouth. The Ice Angel slipped out of bed and tied his hair back in a loose ponytail.
His flower. It was about to bloom after years of tending to it.
He looked down at his feet, his wings drooping. Why wasn’t he happy? He should be. Yet, there was a hole in his heart and even felt a twinge of regret for what he did.
“Ghetsis, you got feathers in m-” Zin was about to get into a whole tangent on how he deserved more respect when he noticed the pensive king. “...Are you alright?” He grabbed his best friend’s hands. Despite hating the cold, he kept a firm grip on the king’s icy cold hands. Ghetsis looked up, managing a sad smile.
“I just wish Mother and Father could have met him or her...Viola and Vesper as well. Then again, I don’t. He is not natural. I should have done in the normal way. I should have married Lucina just so things would be nor-”
“Shut up.”
Ghetsis’s pupils narrowed when Zinzolin muttered the order.
“What.”
“Just shut up please.”
He pulled Ghetsis onto his feet and cracked a weak smile.
“This is supposed to be a happy day. Don’t worry about that now. Come. Before you miss it,” Zinzolin assured. He gently pulled Ghetsis through the hallways. Halfway to their destination, Ghetsis pulled his arm away and trotted up so he was besides his advisor.
“...Thank you.”
“Of course.”
Zinzolin pushed opened the doors to the secluded room. Moonlight shone through the windows, letting the two see the room. Vines and leaves twisted and turned, growing wild all over the room. They all led to the center of the room, where a massive pink flower rested. It was still a closed bud but it occasionally nudged and spat out pollen with each movement. Zinzolin scrunched up his face and sneezed.
“Alright...” He took a step back, covering his mouth and nose with his hands. “Go on.”
Ghetsis’s wings puffed out. He could feel his heart pounding in his chest, ready to burst out at any moment. This was it. His hard work, three years of growing and raising this flower...it was all for this. His claws clicked against the floor as he walked over to the bud. His tail curled up and his breathing hitched as he was only a few inches away from his creation.
He used his free hand to assess the bud. He dragged his fingers up to the very top. The petals were already prying open and he just felt the urge to tear it open himself but at same time, he feared ruining all his work. What if he killed it? What if this was too soon? Even though he studied the process intensively, it was still an old method with little to no success. Maybe...maybe he or she needed some intervention. Maybe they were too weak to come out himself. By the name of the Mother Dragon, this was all too much!
“Can you hear me? Surely...come on out. I have been waiting for you for years, All of Unova is excited to see you...” He scratched his claws near the top. He already made his choice. He just had to be very, very careful...
“Ghetsis...” Zinzolin muttered, poking his head in. “Let them out by themselves.”
“But...what if he or she is struggling? Just...” He grunted and he grabbed the top of the flower.
“Ghetsis!” Zinzolin ran forward but the Ice Angel pulled down two of the petals. The half-elf let out a soft gasp and covered his mouth.
“What did you do...?” He murmured. Ghetsis looked down at him and continued on, pulling down the rest of the petals. He worked slowly, his hands shaking and his knees buckling. It was a shocker that he didn’t fall to the ground or pass out from the stress.
The flower opened up as a huge eight petal flower. While the outside was a dull magenta, the inside was a pastel pink. The inside was dotted with black dots near the center.
In the center laid three newborn Ice Angels.
Ghetsis covered his mouth and his pupils widened. He only expected there to be one or maybe two. Not three hatchlings! This was a miracle! But...if they were alive was another issue. He did rush the process.
He leaned in and got a closer look. The hatchlings were the size of his palm. Newborn Ice Angels usually big enough to be held in both arms. They wouldn’t have made it out themselves. Thank the Mother Dragon he took that risk.
He picked up the biggest of the clutch. He was covered in a thin layer of nectar but he could still make out his features. It was a boy that looked like his exact clone. Pale green hair, matching tail, bluish grey skin, huge pointed ears. He was perfect.
“Zinzolin. Towel,” he muttered. Zin gave a quick nod and ran off to get a towel. He came back with three and handed his king one. The Ice Angel wiped off as much nectar as he could and turned him over onto his stomach. He gave a firm pat to his back and the hatchling spat out some nectar and coughed. The soft whining that followed filled Ghetsis with euphoria. He bounced on his feet and grinned wide.
“Zinzolin! Help me with the other two!” Ghetsis gently held the newborn to his chest and the hatchling immediately latched onto his shirt, settling in. He picked up another baby and Zinzolin grabbed the other. The process was repeated: clean them up, pat them on the back and get them to latch onto Ghetsis. After a few minutes of adjustment for the new father and babies, Ghetsis looked at Zin.
“They’re so...perfect.”
“Indeed,” Zinzolin replied. He was doing a fine cleaning of the hatchlings’ wings. The two girls had pale pink and yellow wings while the only boy of the clutch had the baby blue wings of his father.
“...What are you going to name them?” the advisor asked. Ghetsis looked down at them once again and smiled.
“Is it an obsession to say I already had names in mind for years?”
“...A bit.”
Ghetsis laughed and Zin felt his heart stop for a moment. It had been a long time since he heard a hearty laugh from his king. And he, of all people in this galaxy, was the one to make him laugh. Ghetsis was truly happy and he hoped it wouldn’t go away any time soon.
“Well now, for their names. I think the blondie will be Concordia...yes, that is a fitting name...Anthea for the pink one. And...” He pursed his lips together and ran his claws through his son’s messy green hair.
“Let’s see...I’m debating between the name I wish to give him and the one that follows family tradit-”
“Your son, your rules.”
“But Zin-”
“Your son, your rules”
He huffed and gave his son a kiss on the head.
“Natsu it is then.” He continued to focus on his newborns, who whined and clambered all over each other. They were moving so much that Anthea even fell and Ghetsis had to catch her and put her back in her place.
“...What are we going to do about G-Cis?”
Ghetsis’s smile dropped and he sighed, continuing to play with his new children as he gave his orders.
“I will be rewriting the nondisclosure form and I need you to distribute and make sure all the palace staff read and sign it. This includes the Triad and yourself. We will not have a presentation ceremony until after the Plasma Pirates leave our planet. For now-”
He turned toward Zin and his pupils narrowed.
“I am still the last living Angel in this world. I am still all alone in this galaxy. No one outside of these walls will know about my hatchlings. Am I clear?” He leaned in, being mere inches away from Zin’s face. All Zin could see were the huge blue irises and the thin black pupils. He could feel his body tense up and he had to back up a step.
“Y-Yes, Ghetsis...” He cleared his throat and adjusted the cloth around his eyes. Ghetsis backed up as well and his pupils relaxed and he continued to look down at his babies.
“I cannot risk losing them. I do not have the time to raise another flower to bear more children. They...will be our little secret until G-Cis is dealt with.”
“Understood.”
Ghetsis smiled and wrapped his tail around Zin’s leg.
“I knew I could trust you....now then, I need you to dispose of the flower. Make sure it is beyond recognition. I don’t want G-Cis to get any suspicions.” He yawned and continued to run his claws through his children’s sap matted hair. The babies stirred and N opened up his mouth. Anthea followed suit and Concordia too. He chuckled.
“Oh they’re hungry...” He turned on his heel and started to head out the room.
“I need to feed them, bathe them, get them dressed...just do this for me, alright?” He turned his head so he could just barely make out Zin in the corner of his eyes. The half elf nodded.
“Of course. It will be done.”
“Again, thank you so much for this. I am so grateful for your help. Now then, I’ll leave you to it.” He slipped out the room, leaving Zinzolin alone. He sighed. Well, that well. Really well. An hour ago, his best friend was all alone but now, he was the father to three tiny hatchlings.
He turned toward the rest of the room and his content expression changed to one of exasperation. He was going to be here all night taking care of this flower.
“Absolutely! Upon joining, you will receive a sword and uniform, which must be clean and wrinkle free at all times. You will attend training seven hours a day, five days a week. There is no backing out, and you will die for our cause.”
((I headcanoned the uniform and even now it doesn’t look right… sowwy
(except for the sword. I don’t apologize for swords)
ah well I feel like Gastly would join the Plasma Space Pirates in this AU for roughly similar reasons but she is 100% a coward and would try to back out anyway))
((In our short time of being open, we have already reached 30 followers! Both Altair and I are very happy about this blog’s success.
In response to this, I, Mod Athena, have written out a piece that furthers the lore of the blog. However, the piece still needs to be revised and I must continue to develop a sister post, which will be posted at the same time, needs to be worked on.
The writing, best case scenario, will be posted June 10th. Worst case would be June 17th.
((As alluded to in the ask on the Plasma Pirate’s reach, G-Cis can’t be everywhere at once sooo he has commanders to help run the galaxy!
The highest of them are Colress and Vio who are obviously the pilot and co-pilot and they follow Bitchcakes G-Cis around like some lost puppies.
The next in the hierarchy is someone I can’t speak for ;)
Then finally, there are the Planetary Commanders. These are the lowest of the commanders but they’re more powerful than the grunts. These are the ones who are assigned a planet and run it. Each have their own unique styles but they still have to follow Bitchcake’s rules.
Since we won’t have them as permanent characters for ask (we may have them available temporarily for asks), they’re gonna have mini bios with wanted poster, abilities and the likes.
Now onto the main post:))
Mira’s species is a divergence from Vio’s. While his kind has bioluminescent freckles, Mira’s has cheekmarks that appear in all shapes and colors however colors stay in the families (The Fox family has dark red marks)
Her cheekmarks do NOT glow in the dark but they do glow when performing magic or when experiencing strong emotions
Mira and the Fox family come from a minor planet near Kalos. Every resident is magically inclined and every family has a right of passage with magic to know if a member has reached the standards set within the family.
For Mira’s, it’s to bring back a dead pet. The Fox has a long history of necromancy that was hidden from the public out of fear of prosecution
Mira was the magical prodigy in the family. Her first successful spell was performed at the mere age of three when the norm is age nine. Her family praised and nurtured this talent. Finally, someone who would bring their family pride and joy and honor!
It only got better when it was discovered that their little Mira could make predictions. Sure, they were general and can be changed but still! Her gift existed!
But necromancy...defiling the dead...did not go well with the rest of the planet. Prosecution occurred and the only survivor was a 16 year old Mira who ran away from the scene.
She would live in solitude for years, continuing to practice the forbidden magic. Word got out and the nearby town banded together to rid of The Witch.
Night came and went and the brave villagers vanished and The Witch continued to live.
A few more tried to go after The Witch but once they stepped out into the night, they never returned home.
This phenomenon was spread across the galaxy. The whispers and murmurs would eventually reach the ears of Captain G-Cis who was fascinated with her dark arts. With Vio at his side, they located The Witch and had a long discussion that lasted through the night.
When the sun rose, G-Cis stepped out the little lone house with Vio on his left and Mira on his right.
Mira was named as one of the Planetary Commanders and was given a planet. As it stands now, Mira continues to run her planet, bringing back her strongest men should they perish. She doesn’t waste any resources and will continue to use her power until the bodies turn to dust.
While it seems like Mira is incapable of loving anything, that isn’t true. She loves simple things like birds singing and rainfall. She loves white poppy tea. But most of all, she loves her only daughter, Ophelia
“Heh. I’m not going to be like this for long. I’m mostly just upset at Ghetsis’s lack of self preservation ESPECIALLY since we have...someone coming soon. It’s a tense time now since the Plasma Pirates are on this planet. This person...G-Cis will never know who it is. If he does, I will take it upon myself and end his life.”
(was this au inspired by starbound? because I'm getting starbound vibes.)
((Lmao Altair and I have no idea what Starbound is so no, it was not inspired by Starbound.
It was, however, inspired by one dumb joke on Altair’s end.
Vio’s coat on Altair’s Zin blog!
Yeah so the story in a nutshell is that Vio’s coat reminded Altair of space pirates and so he threw the “Bitchcakes Space Pirate AU” at me and at first it was just the main trio
Then my lore filled ass was very inspired and contributed to it, creating the Ice Angel Gheeb and Half Elf Zin to go along and we got so invested in this, Altair suggested we open a blog and here we are now.
