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SWORDTEMBER DAY 9: BEACH

Slumbertide, of lapping waves and soft sand 🌊🐚 Soft fingers along my back, your touch is like the seafoam against the sand. The tide pulls my heart in my chest, drunk on the moonlight,  Each wave I catch my breath, ignore the salt in my throat. I want to wade until my feet lose the ground and the water rises above my head.

Yeah cool sword but you’re gonna be finding sand in your clothes for WEEKS

Yesterday’s sword!

SWORDTEMBER DAY 12: ZODIAC

Duodecimus, of cold steel and star’s guidance ⭐️🌌 “Another wonder of the wastes - the twelve etched blade. It was found among the whirling, wind eroded arches of rock, a sword in the centre of a crater. Shapes of stars and constellations were burnt into the hard stone surrounding the cold metal, and those same stars were etched up along the face of the blade itself. The great mystery comes from these constellations - what were they? They do not resemble the skies above the continent, no matter how hard we have looked for their match. What sky had this blade gazed upon? Our own, timeless eons ago? Or another, somewhere far away from here?” - The Unsolved Mysteries of the Continent

Very fitting for day 12, I like to imagine each constellation unlocks new abilities and powers in the wielder

Yesterday’s sword!

SWORDTEMBER DAY 13: PRIDE

Divine Transmutation, of blessed change and truest form 🏳️‍⚧️⚧️ Cold sun falls on my face, dancing in bright patterns through the water. In my chest I feel an ache, unlike anything I’ve felt before. The water is all I’ve known, cold, and dark, hidden from those that might seek to hurt me. I swim towards where it’s safe, where I am fed, left to exist. The deep blue surrounds me, and the ache grows, suffocating, choking, my legs thrash, up to the light. I feel air on my skin, and gasp, filling my lungs. For the first time, I feel myself breathe. 

Trans sword trans sword !! Surprised I haven’t made one of these before :3

Yesterday’s sword!

SWORDTEMBER DAY 22: STARDUST

Stardust Power Sword, of cosmic light and shining star 🌟💖 “By starlight's power we’ll light up the night! Shine against evil, ready to fight!” - battle cry of the Stardust Girls, protagonists of the “Star Power Warriors!" manuscripts

How magical :3

Yesterday’s sword!

“You mean you locked up a pack of curious, highly competitive persistence predators with NO enrichment in the enclosure? You FOOLS! If you had bothered to throw a basketball or half a box of Legos in there, KE-X9 would still be alive!

Like they’re totally unable to figure out what’s happening because the cameras keep going out, but every night things get moved, or stolen, exhibits are disappearing, WHAT IS GOING ON, they’ve moved facilities twice and it’s still happening, are they haunted, are the ancestors angry, WHAT IS HAPPENING!?

And then a weary humanologist is all ‘… your humans are getting out’. 

“That is impossible.” 

“They’re getting out.” 

“That enclosure is COMPLETELY SECURE.” 

“And yet somehow they’re getting out.” 

“THE HUMANS ARE NOT GETTING OUT.” 

“Oh yeah? I bet you twenty glarks they’re getting out. Stay after closing time with me and I’ll show you.” 

*next day*

“… the humans were getting out.” 

“… why did they keep going back in, then?!”

1 - at our own zoos the MOST notorious jail breakers are the orangutans, who exploit all manner of methods, including literal lock picking. One orangutan, Ken Allen escaped several times WHILE THE ZOO WAS OPEN TO THE PUBLIC without getting caught by watching Zoo employees, even when they tried to disguise themselves as tourists to catch him at it. While he was being “secretly” surveilled, he managed to escape AND show the other orangutans how to escape. They finally found out he was doing some thought-to-be-impossible rock climbing to escape. To fix it, they brought in a team of human rock-climbers to locate all possible methods of climbing out. So. Humans would absolutely be the worst to try to keep contained. Like, “escape rooms” are currently seen as a fun date idea. I’m sayin.

2 - animals that escape most often return to their own enclosure (after all that’s where their beds and dinners are, and if the zoo is any good it is the place best suited to their species-specific needs for miles and miles) after they have had sufficient excitement. Ken Allen the orangutan would escape and wander around the zoo looking at the animals like he’d bought a ticket. So if the keepers were nice, and formed a bond, and the set up was comfy, once the human knew they could get out if they really wanted, they’d probably go back, depending on how uncomfortable/dangerous the alien environment was.

“Rescued” humans who weren’t thriving in the wild. (Aka dire medical debt.)

Made sure to take an entire social troop instead of lone individuals. (Your closest friends/family members are there.)

Offered VERY good care and enrichment.

Someone linked me this beautiful poster, and I'm just really impressed.

My contribution:

yes, India made legal gender change impossible but my friends have always gendered me correctly and stick to it even when it confuses other people and my friend's little sibling calls me older brother in Kannada yes, India made legal gender change impossible but my dog learned my new name quicker than the humans and she runs to give me a kiss when she's told to without being confused about who's being referred to

yes, India made legal gender change impossible but I can feel the Adam's apple growing in my throat and my muscles getting stronger, and my smile more real and I'm growing a beard, and I talk more freely

Because necromancers are an ideal. Adept/soldier seems to be a popular pairing. They are the height of power in society and because their culture romanticizes death the summoners and wielders of it are of course further romanticized.

There is however, the fact that necromancy is a deeply unhealthy. Adepts are incredibly skinny and weak. Even if you aren’t actively dying like the seventh it’s still akin to living with chronic illness à la Victorian era. I think it really signifies something when Gideon mentions mags where necromancers are drawn with uncharacteristic cleavage.

Fertility has always been a sign of physical attractiveness in society and a society like the nine planets where fertility is notoriously complicated would probably have feelings about it. This clashes against necromancy with there being these two opposing things that society wants.