I was thinking that maybe i should do a ISOT (island in the sea of time - basically isekai a place instead of a person) - with CHB being yonked to ancient greece.
The chaos compels me in a way only chocolate does. You don’t understand.
Like, old man!dionysus meeting pretty insane boy!dionysus like that spiderman meme + the hundreds of demigods popping around like weeds + luke (sue me, he’s like my fav character so he HAS to be here or my brain wont start braining) having a breakdown as he runs after his gremlins like a dog after a bicycle.
Looking at it, the idea could fit a broken pantheon concept. Maybe. My whims will decide for me.
About Tristan and Isolde both dying at the end of their story, which of these two is more in tune with how it makes you feel?
A) Death here is joyful/desirable. It unites them. In a way, they wanted/had to die. Their love was too disruptive for life, one way or another. They can finally be together forever in death.
or
B) Death here is miserable/undesirable. It separates them. Regardless of the enormity of their desire, they wanted to live for each other. If dead, they cannot be together.
choose:
👍 Death here is joyful/desirable. It unites them.
👎 Death here is miserable/undesirable. It separates them.
A small floating orb of light dimly lights the room, reflecting off of the braced metallic walls and sinking into the swirling tinted windows. On a liquid-like beanbag Oneir curls up, their moth antennae flicking idly as their eyes study a book through long strands of hair. History of the Unveiling, Revised Edition for the 24th Century. Their fuzzy wings keep them warm, although the long clothing they wore also helps.
In the corner of the room, curls up the only other source of light, Hermese. The snake-like dragon, not terribly larger than a human, glows with a lava lamp-like substance floating from and around the separation between both parts of his body.
The room itself assists in the composition of a wave-like apartment complex, low to the ground and above coated in lunar sand as strands of filtered water run through it. The visible outside walls cycle artwork and graffiti as erosion erases the old to procure canvases for the new. Structural beams swerve through the edges, almost looking like bone. The dome above keeps the city from the sharp lunar dust and majority of the radiation, swirling orange with kvuk particles—which gather radiation around them.
A knock echoes across the door, Oneir shuts the book and Hermese rapidly unfurls out from their spring-like form.
“It’s the “Interplanar Imports and Reconnaissance Services! I’ve got a public service package and a parcel from the Martian Alchemistic Cooperative! For Mx. Oneir and Mr. Hermes respectively,” the sprightly speaker appears to jump around a bit as they speak, “Oh! And another package for Mx. Oneir from… unknown!”
With a groan and stretch, Hermese twirls his way to the door and opens it with a flaring grin. Behind the doorframe a half-pidgeon boy stops his idle hopping, giving a small bow to the dragon and looking over at the eyes curled up in fluffy wings and cloth with their own albino sights. The boy dons baggy and ruffled pants, though constructed from a sturdy canvas. Their shirt consists of very long tails at the bottom with draping half-sleeves on his arms and a vest slightly of Far Eastern Earthen design.
“Are you Mx. Oneir?”
Hermese frees a small laugh, “Hermese,” before roughly gesturing at the half-moth boy peering through the room with aquamarine eyes, “Oneir’s lurking back there.”
“Alrighty! I’ve got your packages here… just need signatures! At least one from an adult.”
As the boy pulls out the form he appears to incidentally catch the purple astayric scroll on their courier bag, the non-neutonian structure protecting the silk form from metal bits on the bag. They quickly scramble to not tear the scroll and eventually get it out for the two.
Hermese glides around them, inspecting their posture and body language. “Say… a mortal would usually be at least a bit surprised to meet a dragon–why aren’t you, little bird?”
The boy shuffles as Hermese lifts one of his wings. “Well, Ms. Iris does meet with quite a few for official business—!”
“Oneir! We’ve got another fancy one here!” Hermese grin widens, tail flicking in amusement as he turns to snicker at Oneir.
They freeze, stopping their hand’s unconscious fidgeting with their wings. “Wh—Hermese why are you like this!?” Their eyes glower at the dragon, flaring up a bit in magickal light.
“If I’m stuck with you then I get to tease! Now go sign this pigeon's scroll before they tear it to shreds.” Hermese grabs a quill from a shelf signs in the “guardian” section, feather etching through the astayric cover and ink painting the form.
Sighing—Oneir begins to clamber up, shaking off their stillness and grabbing their umbrella. Their white hair and fur almost glowing in the dim lights, their flowing dark greenish-cyan vest and venus grey robes shifting under the city lights piercing through the window.
Oneir inspects the boy as they tap up to him with their moth legs, hand darting for the quill. Hermese—of course-–pulled it away and glided up out of reach.
“I believe we might be out of ink! Let me go get some.” His grin could swallow stars as he floats to the back of the apartment.
Groaning, Oneir turns to the pigeon boy. “You’re… not from Luna, are you?” They run their hands through their hair, attempting to form it into somewhat of a presentable shape.
“Nope! Iris says I’m from Gaia actually!” The boy taps their talons a bit, standing up straighter.
“Iris… the greek goddess? You know her?”
“I mean… she raised me so I’d hope so!”
Oneir blinks, before nodding and looking back where Hermese left, the dragon twirling through the air towards the two with a jar of ink.
As they sign the form Hermese receives the packages from the boy and places them at the back of the room. Oneir’s eyes trace the boy’s figure, their clothing high quality yet not quite elaborate.
“Who are you exactly?”
“Astari! Courier for I.R.I.S. and raised by lady Iris herself.”
Oneir nods, continuing to analyze the pigeon boy…
Astari’s red eyes flit around, never seeming to settle on a satisfying intrigue; they seem to shift and dodge the air, talons tapping the ground as if on sol itself; his chest heaves with energy barely caged by their ribs; his eyes, curling the dim glow of the room around its vivid hues.
“Well, I’ll be stationed on Luna for a week or so… I’ll see you around, Oneir?”
Oneir shakes a bit and bows, Astari returning it before hopping down the hall.
Hermese smiles at Oneir, teasing on their tongue as he delves through the rectangular container with the red planet and a cucurbit on it.
“Why?” Oneir stares spears into the dragon, sighing.
“Because you’re making friendssssss.”
Oneir promptly pushes his snout away, groaning and spinning around; catching sight of the newspapers frustratingly accompanying the package. New wave of couriers set sail from I.R.I.S. after their recent losses in interplanar settlement…Latest terran bio editing operations have been cleared for public use, options include…The Interplanar Storm contin- Oneir tears their gaze away and reaches for their abandoned book.
“Hey, Oneir, we should go shopping. I’m running low on llevite and could do with some sulfur.”
They turn to Hermese, pausing a bit for their gaze to sink into the dragon’s scales.
“Origin or exo?...”
“Origin!? We might as well by an interplanar ship alongside some Origin llevite!” Hermese waves his arms in the air, shaking the sarcasm around the air.
Oneir brings a weary hand to their eyebrows. “Just… give me a moment.”
James Flint (Black Sails) VS Marian Alston-Kurlelo (Island in the Sea of Time)
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Voting ended onNov 29, 2023
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James Flint's gay. He waged war on all of civilization in the name of his gay lover and expanded to racial equality and he almost fucking won. They (civilization) took everything from him. And then they call HIM the MONSTER? The moment he signs that pardon, the moment he ASKS for one, he proclaims to the world they were right. This ends when he grants them HIS forgiveness, not the other way around.
Marian's the black lesbian captain of the USCGC Eagle, we don't get much of her backstory other than that her shitty husband took her kids, but in the first book she gets a nice pre-celtic girlfriend she rescued from the evil proto-celts, and by the second book she's in charge of the world's biggest and most powerful navy as the "commodore of the Republic of Nantucket Coast Guard". Really cool character, I think
As with most other universes set on Earth in the present day, immediately before Mathis James Reed was born on September 6th of 1925, he was Cecilia Moore Hopkins born in 1852. Cecilia and her husband had several children, and her youngest was Abigail Eva Hopkins. She was born in 1888, which was about three years after the cosmic change event. She was only five when she drowned in a lake.
While ghosts did not exist prior to the cosmic change event, they started to exist not long afterward. So Abby was able to remain with her family, albeit as a ghost. She would remain at the mental age of five. As a ghost, she was pastel pink with her feet terminating in a tail.
Ghosts can be seen and heard by everyone - and they often have a cloth-like texture, even though they technically have no physical mass. They also have a translucent appearance. They have the ability to create apparition clones of inanimate physical objects, although doing so consumes energy.
Ghosts are also able to see all spirits, even though only select mortals have an ability to see them. As a result, it’s not unusual for ghosts to frequent hospices - where the terminally ill are commonly visited by spirits who help prepare them to cross over to the other side.
In the present day (2007/2008), Abby resides with the second incarnation of Jimmy Reed and his family - and she is very close friends with the Sugarpuff Girls, who also will remain being perpetually five years old.
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Alan Keane and Arthur Roth end up befriending two other balloon boys their age.
Adam Maynard is a 1930s-styled rubber hose cartoon with a purple balloon for a head, with the knot located in the back just slightly above his neck. As only his head is a balloon, he isn’t as vulnerable to the wind. However, he can use his balloon head to float. His head is about 60% the size of the rest of his body.
Andrew Barnes is an orange balloon with black stick rubber hose arms and legs protruding from the balloon, with the knot located between the two legs. While his limbs are not technically part of the balloon, they don’t contain much mass. He usually prefers floating to walking or running.
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Clara is the cone portion of an ice cream cone - while the scoops are Cindy as chocolate, Vesta as vanilla, and Sarah as strawberry. The three scoops sleep in a freezer, as they periodically need to be frozen to keep from melting. Clara has long thin limbs protruding from her cone body, and the colour of the limbs change depending on who is controlling them. The come has only a single eye around the cone rim, and no mouth. However, Clara can swap places with one of her scoops temporarily - and they must always switch back before removing the scoop.
Living with Clara and her three scoops is an orange dual popsicle person, who are named Penny and Patty. Between Penny and Patty, they have four black stick rubber hose arms and four legs. Two of the arms and legs are located in the middle of their shared body. Each can control only their half of the body - but they have a sense of touch over the whole body, excluding the region near the other ones brain. Penny and Patty sleep in the freezer with Cindy, Vesta, and Sarah.
Every morning, Clara turns on the radio to see what the weather forecast for the day is - and determine how long Cindy, Vesta, and Sarah can be outside of the freezer.
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Sadie and Sofie are cherry twins which share part of a brain. The body needs about six hours of sleep a day, and they are simultaneously awake for about six hours a day - so that each is awake for about 12 hours a day. They can choose which memories and know to store in their shared brain. Sadie is red, while Sofie is blue - which matches their personalities. When awake at the same time, they share a telepathic bond. They have black stick rubber hose arms and legs protruding from their cherry bodies, with spherical wheels for feet.
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Bella Palmer is a live action girl with a winged eyeball symbiont. The eyeball’s name is Donna. While Donna is not capable of speech, she has telepathic abilities. Donna is also capable of simple telekinesis. Bella and Donna are also able to switch bodies at will. When the switch is in effect, Bella’s eyes will glow yellow - while Donna’s eye will switch to its complementary opposite colours. All symbiotic eyes are in kaleidoscopic designs.
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Banana Joe is a banana with colourful googly-eye stickers and a mouth made of clay - and whose peel functions as clothing. As such, he can show up as a banana of all different colours. He changes clothes by replacing the stem that attaches to his head, which then automatically covers the rest of his body - but without obscuring his eyes and mouth, which are his identifiers. He has black stick rubber hose arms and legs protruding from his banana body.
Brent and Brock are also bananas, but differ in ways from Banana Joe. Their ink faces are located more upward, and the bottom portion of their banana bodies terminate in full legs and feet. They also have full arms and hands extending from the middle of their body. They often can be found wearing what we refer to as pajamas.
