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It twas Mino that summoned the metorite! Minoorite? If concreate were to be catagorized under catagories of rock it would be sedimentary.

I tried to keep to the language and terminology describing rocks. Which means there was an original passage -

"But it also opens up possibilities that open up possibilities among possibilities, branching and multiplying, rewinding and undoing, that eventually align to resolve this violence in a satisfactory manner."

That is changed to " But it also opens up possibilities that open up possibilities among possibilities, cracking and cementing amongst the pre-and post compacting of moments, that eventually align to create a crack that melts and cools into a new material to resolve this violence in a satisfactory manner."

Hehehe finally made an illustration for Newform, showcasing his abilities post-canon with Jowd by his side. Wanted to make this very stylized to look as a magazine/comic cover art for the AU.

Bonus Doodle of Sissel in the Ghost World!

felt the lyrics to The Ghost of You were fitting for them

Its from living Jowds POV, but imagine the three ghosts in the background doing things like getting their families in the same place to bond, checking up on living Yomiel in jail, and saving their lives. 

Jowd saw Past -Jowd in a moment where he argued against the proposed plan of going to a different restaurant for their break.

Yomiel possessing Cabanela :-  “what does Cabanella talk about? Normal stuff I mean?” 

Sissel, who doesn't know him very well, having a flashback. “He once talked about hats. How warm and soft they were.”

Yomiel, who also doesn't know him very well. Takes it and runs with it. 

 After all the time spent hanging in a cat he's a bit out of practice walking on someone else's two legs, let alone dancing on them, lol. 

The “manipulator” hasn't caused any incidents beyond Yomiel manipulating himself, so no one is on high alert about this. And Jowd is deciding to go with it, someone is looking out for him. And it's weird, but maybe this isn't the first time it happened. 

I was originally going to try it from ghost pov, but it just didn't flow.

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“So now that our significant others are meeting up for coffee,should we find a way for Lynne and Kamila to become friends?”

Yomiel asks Jowd and his cat. 

“Significant Others?” Jowd asks. 

“I never married Sissel so I can't call her my wife or spouse like you can. So the term for that while still applying to both of them is significant other.”

“Is this a thing I missed while I was in jail?”

“Buddy, you missed a lot while you were in jail.”

She remembered a conversation Dabira didn’t; she remembered what he’d said, about witnessing that day in the park. Did he still—? “Hey,” Lynne blurted out, “do I know…you?” But he was already moving, onto the next person, brandishing leaflets and fliers. There were a few leaflets on the ground, too, half trodden on and mixed up with the crunchy fall leaves that carpeted the park’s sidewalk and made it hard for Lynne not to drift onto the grass.

It was hard to see, anyway, because of how dark it was; and someone had gone around covering all the lamps in every direction with red cellophane, dimming their light but making it easier to see the stars.

The sky was really pretty tonight.

Lynne didn’t think she’d come to another one of these events. Their absence from Temsik Park was only temporary; the city was holding a public science infotainment event there, scheduled for the same lunar eclipse that everyone at this event had come out to see. Someone at some city office must have remembered the fallen meteorite in Temsik Park and written it into their educational plans for the night.

…It was too dark to read the leaflet she’d been handed.

Dabira was still handing them out enthusiastically, hopping around the blankets and beach towels people had spread out to sit on the ground and look up at the sky. Lynne wondered what was going on in that guy’s head. What kind of person voluntarily became homeless just because he believed so strongly that the gods were looking out for him? Because he believed that life and the world around them was so special and people weren’t appreciating that enough?

It fascinated her. Lynne liked figuring out what made people tick.

Even if Dabira didn’t remember ever talking to her about it, he’d still wanted to help her, back then.

“Hey,” Lynne yelled when Dabira rushed by, this time loud enough to catch his attention. “Where’s the best place to stand to see this eclipse happen?”

“If you’re asking my opinion, then follow me!”

If he didn’t recognize her in the dark, she wouldn’t say anything, Lynne decided as she followed his lead. She would have a perfectly nice time in a park and nothing bad would happen. They’d never really had an ‘old’ relationship to lose, or even known each other. But maybe she could get to know him now, and make something new out of it. It would be nice to have a new friend.

Not that she didn’t have friends! But everyone at the precinct was either busy or way older than her. And also busy. Kamila was more like a little sister than a friend, and obviously she still talked to the girls from high school, but all of them had gone to college, some of them out of town, and…

Three Cheers for Sweet Revenge.