#timebound

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mind4time: a flag for those who are mind-bound who prefer, prioritize, or have exclusive relationships (of any kind) with other individuals who are time-bound.

time4mind: a flag for those who are time-bound who prefer, prioritize, or have exclusive relationships (of any kind) with other individuals who are mind-bound.

A figure appears suddenly from stage left, shining like a sun against black cosmic curtains speckled with stars. It is difficult to look at their face directly—one’s eyes keep slipping over their form like water over smooth glass. They are beautifully divine, wholly androgynous, their body wrapped in a cloak as dark as night. It does nothing, however, to conceal the radiance of their form. They reach center stage and turn to the audience, raise their arms in a grand gesture, and in a voice that seems to come from everywhere at once, they speak:

“I have given birth to this world, but my children shall never drink from my breast. I gave them life, but I cannot give them milk. They must discover this human kindness on their own. I have placed a heart in each of them that yearns to touch another, and a mind that is restless and filled with wonder. They will struggle without my ambrosia and fall victim to those thousand natural shocks that flesh is heir to. Yet, again and again, they will rise from the earth anew.

Just as the mighty phoenix bubbles up from her own ashes and takes to the sky like the chariot of golden-eyed Helios, so too will these mortals shuffle off the dust of death like the humble sparrow and strain even harder to reach the sun. Feathers and wax—oh, how they blister and burn!—great towers to reach forbidden heavens, Enlightened Masters and brilliant scientific minds. Is it only through suffering that they experience such profound joy? Must they always descend into the bowels of Hell before they are worthy of Heaven? And yet, their artwork, their music, their minds at work: what beauty comes from this rivals the gods’ creations.

My siblings will forgive me for being so bold. We, who never die; we, who walk the nine realms like stepping-stones; we, who believe ourselves first-born; we, who are unchanging; what can we learn from decay?

"I was young and in love, and that rarely leads to wise decisions."

Wrathia is noted as having stolen a lot of things. She stole Pedri from Nevy. She stole Nevy’s heart. She’s also egotistical but subtly influenced by some mysterious power. Not Titan, but rather the Ancient Gods who birthed her. That is picturesque of a Thief.

Time is noted to be associated with decay and death. And Wrathia has killed a lot of things, and likes death enough that she married Pedri, who wooed her by killing her own husband. We also know she kills only to maintain her empire, to give her empire more Time.

When Titan came, she stole Time again, this time for herself and her allies to vindicate her ego and get revenge. She stole the lives of herself and her allies to give her hosts more time and support to beat Titan.

We can also see her alchemy and curses as a form of the Scratch. The Scratch is the Time-Player’s ability to restart their session anew, as to maybe have their future proponents succeed. Each Time-Player activates their Scratch differently too, so it’s totally reasonable for her Scratch to be depicted with bottles and alchemy rather than the Mesa we see in Homestuck.