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scripted-downfall · 2 years

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Born of Loss

Sad, kinda angsty headcanon… I have no clue if anyone has ever come up with this before but I thought of this, like, a year ago and was just reminded so I’m going to post it now that I have Tumblr. (To be clear, I’m sure someone has absolutely come up with this somewhere, sometime, but I’m new and I don’t know for sure; so, for the record, I do not claim originality on this idea. Then again, is any idea ever really original anymore?)

Milah was pregnant when she died.

This idea was initiated by the random piece of rope that Belle finds and uses to track Hook down to the docks after he attacks her in the library (I don’t recall the episode). To be fair, it is an actual sailing knot called a Monkey’s Fist, and this is a kind of knot with practical uses even off the ship; sailors took to using them as weapons called “slungshots”... but I still feel as though it has a more sentimental value on top of that. We never see him use it or anything like it as a weapon, and he’s only very rarely (if ever) shown needing a weapon other than a gun/cutlass/hook. (Also, speaking strategically, I wouldn’t think it wise for him to use a slungshot if he had any of his usual weapons on hand… those are far more effective than the rope equivalent — as I understand it — of brass knuckles.)

So, I posit that it’s far more likely that the fact that the writers chose a knot that looked like a rattle was important. I mean, we saw the significance of rattles to the storyline with Maleficent, who carried her daughter’s baby rattle around because the baby was killed and it served as a simultaneous memory and revenge-inspiration. Add that to the fact that we know Killian is sentimental — what with his sketching out Milah’s portrait, his keeping Liam’s satchel, his giving Henry lessons with Bae’s sextant, etc — and the rattle shape seems even more important/intentional.

Then I got thinking about the scenes in “The Crocodile,” where Milah is inexplicably not at the tavern with them? Like, we’ve seen them interact earlier in the episode and no one has any problem with Milah going to drink and play dice with the pirates. We also see them, later, interacting with her on the ship, and they treat her like, essentially, a second captain. Also, Killian and his crew seem to be in especially high spirits, judging by how they show him entering the scene/catching Rumple’s attention. (We see him in various taverns over the show and he’s not usually quite so energetic.) It almost comes across as though they’re celebrating… and, if it’s a celebration, why wouldn’t Milah be there? It’s not like they’d known they’d run into Dark One Rumple there or anything. (I recognize that the idea of alcohol being bad for pregnancy wasn’t discovered until far more recently than the show seems to be set, but it’s something I noticed… and she could just have felt sick and stayed home. Or maybe it’s a perk of living in a magical world. Or maybe it’s coincidence and I bend it as I please :))) One of them.)

Also, since she chose the outfit she wore to confront Rumple with full knowledge that she was going to interact with her ex-husband, I would assume it was an intentional choice… Which means she intentionally chose a corset that laced tightly around the stomach and would effectively hide any possible pregnancy from him.

I don’t know that this is actually true or anything — I might be wildly off-base — but it strikes me as an interesting headcanon. It would definitely explain Hook’s kinda-desperate affection for Baelfire over the years, and give Hook even more reason — as if he needs it, tbh, since he had plenty already — for his centuries-long revenge mission against Rumple… I dunno how likely this headcanon is, but it’s stuck with me ever since I came up with it, and even writing a fic with that premise didn’t get it out of my head, so now y’all are blessed/cursed with it!

#once upon a time #ouat #killian jones #captain hook #milah #ouat milah #millian #headcanon #angst #i both love and hate this #am i evil?#absolutely #i'd say it hurts me more than it hurts you #except i'm not sure it does #i'm not sure it *doesn't* either though

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elliot-needs-sleep · 7 months

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WHUMPTOBER

My official listings!

(Prompts are from @whumptober)

OKAY Here are the... Not rules I guess, but what I'm doing I guess?

The fics will all be tagged here once they're posted (and they're respective masterlists)

There will be alternate fics posted for fandoms that aren't ones that I know people have requested in the past or ones I haven't posted before (such as the star wars ones BECAUSE I JUST WANNA WRITE ABOUT THEM)

Along with the angsty fics that will get posted daily, every couple of days will have a pure tooth rottingly fluffy halloween (or fandom equivalent) fic, because I can and I want too

Here we go, y'all!

Whumptober 2023 Prompt List

No. 1: “But now this room is spinning while I’m trying just to fill in all the gaps.”

Safety Net | Swooning | “How many fingers am I holding up?”

FANDOM: Dream SMP

No. 2: “I’ll call out your name, but you won’t call back.”

Thermometer | Delirium | “They don't care about you.”

FANDOM: Dream SMP

No. 3: “Like crying out in empty rooms; with no-one there except the moon.”

Journal | Solitary Confinement | “Make it stop.”

FANDOM: Dream SMP

No. 4: “I see the danger, It’s written there in your eyes.”

Cattle Prod | Shock | “You in there?”

FANDOM: Hermitcraft/Third Life

No. 5: “You better pray I don't get up this time around.”

Debris | Pinned Down | "It's broken"

FANDOM: Sally Face

No. 7: " “I paced around for hours on empty; I jumped at the slightest of sounds.”

Alleyway | Radio Silence | “Can you hear me?”

FANDOM: Uh technically my own? Obligatory Eldritch! Elliot and The Library

No. 9: “Learning everything ain't what it seems, that's the thing about these days.”

Polaroid | Mistaken Identity | “You're a liar.”

FANDOM: Hermitcraft/Last Life Series

No. 11: “All the lights going dark and my hope’s destroyed.”

Animal trap | Captivity | “No one will find you.”

FANDOM: Dream SMP

No. 12: “I haven't slept in days but who's counting?”

Red | Insomnia | “I’m up, I’m up.”

No. 14: “Feed me poison, fill me ‘till I drown.”

FANDOM: Dream SMP

Flare | Water Inhalation | “Just hold on.”

FANDOM: Sally Face

No. 15: “I don't need you to help me I can handle things myself.”

Makeshift Bandages | Suppressed Suffering | “I’m fine.”

FANDOM:

No. 16: “Would you lie with me and just forget the world?”

Gurney | Flatline | “Don’t go where I can’t follow.”

FANDOM: Hermitcraft/Last Life Series

No. 17: “You’re the lump in my throat and the knot in my chest.”

Collar | Touch Aversion | “Leave me alone.”

FANDOM: Sally Face

No. 18: “I tend to deflect when I’m feeling threatened.”

Blindfold | Tortured For Information | “Hit them harder.”

FANDOM: Dream SMP

No. 19: “I’ll take one final step, all you have to do is make me.”

Floral Bouquet | Psychological | “I’m not as stupid as you think I am.”

FANDOM: Obligatory Eldritch! Elliot and The Library

No. 20: “People don’t change people, time does.”

Blanket | Found Family | “You will regret touching them.”

FANDOM: Dream SMP

No. 21: “See the chains around my feet.”

Vows | Restraints | “Don't move.”

FANDOM: Dream SMP

No. 24: “I’ve got a head full of chemicals; mouth full of ridicule.”

Goodbye Note | Neglect | “I thought they were with you.”

FANDOM: Hermitcraft/Last Life Series

No. 28: “We might not make it to the morning; so go on and tell me now.”

Bloody Knife | Sacrifice | “You'll have to go through me.”

FANDOM: Dream SMP

No. 29: “I only sink deeper the deeper I think.”

Scented Candle | Troubled Past Resurfacing | “What happened to me?”

FANDOM:

No. 30: “It’s okay, just to say, ‘I’m not okay’.”

Borrowed Clothing | Bridal Carry | “Not much longer...”

FANDOM: Hermitcraft/Last Life Series

No. 31: “I thought that I was getting better.”

Emptiness | Setbacks | “Take it easy.”

FANDOM: Hermitcraft/Last Life Series

Alternatives List:

Betrayal

Aftermath of Failure

Brass Knuckles

Decoy

Body Modification

Playing Cards

Examination

Hunting

Drugging

Shaking

Panic

Broken

Miscommunication

Lab Rat

Reluctant Whumper

#elliotiswriting #whump prompt #whumptober #divider by cafekitsune #banner by cafekitsune

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divine-draws · 4 years

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quirkless hero izuku au shit. all of it is gunna be under the cut bc i KNOW this will get long.. p much just a list of hcs and how the au goes for Me at least

also feel free to send me asks about the au. i may draw some stuff for it too!!!

okay so obvs izuku doesnt get afo

id say that the events of the start of bnha p much happen as in like the whole sludge/slime monster and meeting all might

and we get the rooftop scene but instead when all might is asked if izuku can be a quirkless hero he hesitates for a moment but, knowing the answer HE wanted to hear, he says yes. or p much says yes

izuku isnt outright discouraged like in canon. i think all might though isnt the most motivated person about it bc that wasnt the case for him but he also knows what kids want to hear.. buuut also he like.. doesnt want this kid hurting himself

izuku sees small might form and all that but yeah he’s fucking determined

and id say the same shit with izuku running out to fight happens but when he’s heading home after being admonished he runs into small might and-

p much yagi grabs this kid by the scruff of his neck and is like you CAN be a hero without a quirk but please for the love of god do not go running into fights like that again.

and so like in canon all might trains him BUT it’s not exactly to pass down his quirk. all might doesnt TELL him about his quirk but low key feels like this kid has the potential and shit. trains his body and shit before his entrance exams and all that and like in canon he ends up trying to pass on his quirk before the exam

this time though, upon izuku now finding out the truth of all might’s quirk, he.. declines. he’s like thank you but no thanks. i’ve thought about this for a while and like.. i want to do this without a quirk. without help

(later though bc it’s izuku he’s in his room fucking screaming internally because he turned down being all might’s successor WTF IS WRONG WITH HIM??? but dw this was a Good choice)

so obvs the au can go a couple ways here BUT honestly bc it’s my au and ppl can make unrealistic aus if they want im saying he manages to get enough rescue points in the entrance exam to juuust scrape by to getting into class 1-A. yay hero course!!!

id say a similar thing to canon happens but he does more rescue shit ending w him saving uraraka and lol idk he probs gets kinda crushed tho. this boy’s bones are NOT safe even in this au

so yeah it’s sick though him and his mom cry a bunch when he finds out he got in. yagi is so fucking proud of this boy like oh wtf.

(also side plot of all might meeting mirio who ends up being his successor. this time it’s mirio and izuku and all might doing those ofa meetings and shit bc izuku knows and he’s fucking SO SMART and is rlly good at analysis and strategy and give me that good good senpai mirio relationship w izuku. they joke around a LOT and it’s good izuku has friends in 1-A and a pseudo older brother in mirio. anyway!)

p much i think the plot follows some very similar things except we got some tweaks to it that are better

izuku is like.. mei’s fucking playgroud. it’s free realestate!! he is fucking insane and they become friends and he tries out her babies and really he just gets some kick ass support items. the support items arent everything but i mean they really help. between mobility and so on. and like this kid can pack a PUNCH/kick so like having his steeltoed boots and like brass knuckle equivalents etc help make it that much worse

anyway so sports festival ?? oh man!!!

so for the sports festival honestly izuku didnt use his quirk much in canon ANYWAY so like easy translation imo. he uses his big ass nerdy brain !!!

but then we still get the scene between todoroki and him and when they get out there to duke it out like.. we still get that lovely “it’s your quirk” shit

i think it’s a lotta just izuku using his brain to avoid being fucking frosted and like him getting some Good Hits in on shouto.

he does loose. it’s not as explosive as the canon fight but he def sacrifices his own chance of proving himself even more by getting in the top three to just.. help shouto. bc that’s just who he is though and through

shouto may have gone a bit overboard and once again izuku ends up with a shattered arm. so worth it tho

(also listen i may not get to that point in all this but todomido/tododeku is a THING 10000% in this au)

uuuuuh. yeah but honestly i think a lotta ppl are like..rlly surprised when they hear that he’s quirkless or whatever. and like duh this kid is fucking so good stfu he can do all this without a quirk

he works harder than anyone there and deserves so much

also no deku hero name. none of that shit in my house

tbh atm dont know what it would be. just the one that i hear enough of like dekiru

but id be way down for it to be like.. something diff idk

honestly i have so many more thoughts in my head. so send me questions about it or whatever. i just love this and think izuku NOT getting ofa is like.. so good

#bnha #quirkless izuku #like he stays quirkless #midoriya izuku #izuku doesnt get ofa #my aus #speaks #not art #my hcs #mha #boku no hero academia #my hero academia #izuku #deku #todomido #all might #yagi toshinori #togata mirio

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hellishmess · 4 years

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8: Fight Club

October 31, 2017

The atmosphere was pure vice and chaos. The music blocked out any thoughts of morality and the strobe lights only amplified the dizzying madness.

People danced against each other as they drank their fill of darkness. The fay captured a hapless vampire, making him their nights entertainment. Meanwhile, his fellow people fed and devoured whatever blood they could grab.

This was a lawless land and I slunk around it's boarders.

A wolf’s howl broke out through the music, followed by a lion's roar. They signaled a dark tune. They've found their prey.

It was easy to slip about as I searched for Maeve. I smirked, we were about to crash the party.

The ringleader, Duran, was on a throne, looking over his breeding ground for the world's evils.

A scream rose for a moment before the music swallowed it whole. A curious glance towards my right let's me see the source.

A grim scene of a girl's throat being slit was illuminated by a hot pink strobe light. Vampires were attached to her not a moment longer, catching her pulsing blood in their mouth.

I kept walking, finally spotting her. Maeve was making her way towards the throne.

I saw Duran's eyes on her body. He knew why she was here. He said something to her causing her to grimace. His lips twisted as he taunted her.

I hated him. Assholes on Thrones.

Kings deserved to be toppled.

Maeve stiffened, her magic fleeing her in floods. Duran was pulling it away from her, causing a murky look to the air around them.

He didn't let it on, but I knew that she was causing him a strain.

I drew closer, watching Duran grandstand in front of his throne. "Remind me Maeve. What was it that you came here to do again?"

She was stiff, the process probably painful. Still she found the knife in her sleeve and flung it. I muttered uttering a few magical words to strengthen the force of the blade.

It buried home in a woman instead. She dropped to the floor, gargling as the blade pierced her throat.

Duran laughed. "This is pathetic." He made a motion, pulling his fists apart from his chest. His own power worked to rip Maeve in half.

I slid up beside her, touching her shoulder to release her from his grasp. She slouched as her magic flocked back to her.

I was the true sword tonight, and Duran didn't have time to react before I had him by the throat.

His doom was settled before he blinked. My curse burned deep, settling in his heart, cebrial cortex, and spinal cord.

A dark smile tugged on my lips as he fell to his knees.

With just one touch, it was over.

He startled. His eyes wide as he comprehended what happened. He collapsed in a bowed position. His knees under him.

Pathetic.

I grabbed him by his shirt, pulling him up to his knees. I could feel his effort to focus his magic. "Tsk Tsk Tsk," I clicked my tongue.

There was a pleasure in making evil men afraid and I enjoyed it wholeheartedly.

With a wink, I severed his tie to his gift.

Duran’s cry was sharp, tears to his eyes, as he felt the void of his magic.

A chuckle passed my lips as I let him fall limp in my grasp.

"Aspen." Maeve's voice held a warning. I looked behind me to see the partiers’ attention on us. She came to stand beside me, putting a hand on Duran.

Turning, I addressed them, "Raise a finger to defend him and you will find no mercy."

A spark of movement to my right pulled my attention. It was a lycanthrope. 7 feet tall and hairy as hell, the werewolf moved for us.

I snapped my fingers and he fell dead midstride. "There is no fight. You will die." The assurance of my tone and the example before them was a effective deterrent.

I flooded my lungs with air. The dark magic I wielded flexed, filling my body with a crazied sensation that threatened to overcome me.

I wrestled it back down, releasing it little by little. I was in control.

Slowly the crowd started to mummer.

"Actually consider this club closed." Maeve said.

The mummer picked up in anger but no one made any hostile moves. Slowly one by one, void and dark otherworlders fled the scene.

I turned back to Duran. His face a mask of sadness and anger. "We're not quite done with you yet, king." I mocked.

I hauled him up and let him fall of his stage.

Maeve sat him in a chair. I saw one of her little wisps dissolve into his skin. "Tell us about what you've been supplying Elites*."

He laughed, throwing his head back and bearing ugly teeth.

I slipped a pair of brass knuckles on, not wasting time. I delivered a swift blow to the chest.

Duran bowed over, probably only staying seated due to Maeve and her influence. I pulled his head back by his hair, making him face me. "You forget the curse that's lying dormant in all your soft spots."

He laughs again, unhinged. "You silly cunt. You think I'm scared of you. Kill me. It'll get you no where. I'll still win."

It was my turn to laugh. I moved to his ear. My voice was as dark as the magic in his body. "Oh you really think I'll let you have peace after death? Your soul is mine Duran Monstrum." I saw the hairs on his neck rise as he listened. "And I'll rip it to shreds for all eternity if I see fit."

He turned to Maeve but I refocused his gaze. "You're talking to me right now." He barely he met my eyes. "I've already broken your magic. Don't make me break your bones."

I waited a moment.

But a moment passed and he didn't say anything. I sighed, taking his finger and bending it back till I heard the snap.

He hissed, his breathing picking up.

"Come on Duran." I said, grabbing his arm and putting it in the right position to dislocate it. "Don't make me do this."

I give him another ten seconds before pulling the bone out of socket. His pain was vocalized this time.

I slipped the brass knuckles back over my hands. "What do you say, Duran? Ready to lose some teeth now?"

I was slow, giving him time to anticipate and think before I reared back, ready to strike.

"Aspen. Stop," Maeve said.

I dropped my arm to my side.

"You got any ideas? I'm not exactly skilled in the form of torture." I admitted, turning to look at her. "And it's not like you can get anything out of his head. You know as well as I that it's locked tight."

She stared at him, crumbled as much as her magic will allow.

I turned back to Duran. "If you give the me information we need I'll put your shoulder back in place. Maybe save some nerve damage."

He spit at my feet.

"Put his arm back." Maeve said.

I was confused. Is she playing good cop?

She met my eyes, and I saw something brewing in her mind. "Please."

I shrugged, grabbing it and forcing it back into place.

She came and took him by his unharmed arm, shoving him forwards. "We're going to visit Shay and them."

"Oof." I huffed, talking to Duran. "You're going to wish you'd have spoke sooner."

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The Elites are the Void equivalent to The Assualt Team. It’s a new organization of powerful Void otherworlders. Only, unlike the Assualt Team, The Elites are composed of all kinds of Otherworlders: gifted, werewolves, vampires, witches, you name it. They have no boundaries and they seek to bring the world to their knees and establish a new order born from blood and chaos.

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inikavulpixelreviews · 5 years

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Let’s Talk About Pokemon - Meltan and Melmetal

808: Meltan

God, can you believe I was this close, THIIIIIS close to saying Gen 7 as a whole just HAD to end on a note as sour as Zeraora. Well, in the middle of just last year, this surprise just fell on our heads in the form of a Pokemon Go datamine of all things! Not only that, but then showed up in the aftermath of that weekend's Community Day where a ton of Ditto disguised as this weird little slimy metal thing appeared for a while afterward. And then a few days where they acted like nothing strange happened. This had to be the WEIRDEST and most fun way to introduce a new Pokemon to date.

Of course, eventually, we got formally introduced to this Pokemon that was the real Mystery-Pokemon teased at the end of Pokemon Let's Go Pikachu and Eevee's first trailer. The mono-Steel type Meltan!

AND LOOK. AT HOW. ADORABLE THIS LITTLE THING IS. These little Mythic critters are yet another concept I had wanted a while, that being of a molten metal creature as a pitch for the Steel type. While it's more of a liquid metal than a molten metal, it's easily the same thing in my book. And I am not at all disappointed with this little fella. I love love LOVE the visual of the eyeball it forms out of an oversized nut-head with a big black ball of liquid metal making a “pupil”. Even complete with a tiny wire for a tail. Just precious!

And the amount of charm and expressiveness they managed to ooze out of such a simplified design is absolutely commendable. With the pupil cartoonishly changing shape to formulate expressions.

Their little eyes even pop out of their socket when they're surprised! THATS'S SO CUTE I CAN'T. JUST. HHHHRGH.

They're even rather simple in their story. All they want to do is eat metal, loving the taste as it consumes said metal to become larger. Though supposedly its body is primarily made of mercury. Which would make sense, given that's a metal that is in liquid form even at room temperature. But it's also a good electrical conductor, giving Meltan some of its electric-based abilities as well!

Wait, is it EATING a Magnemite!?! Nooo!!!!!

I also think it’s super neat how, as stated in an interview with Junichi Masuda and Kensaku Nabana that Meltan was deliberately designed to look like a Gen 1 Pokemon since its first appearance was to be in a remake of Yellow version. And I think they totally nailed it, especially with how it STILL manages to look like its own thing that isn’t ripping off any Gen 1 line in particular. You could fully expect this thing to be running around the abandoned Power Plant back in the day!

I do understand the complaints saying it doesn't really fit in with the status of “Mythical Pokemon.” And I'd agree, it looks just a bit more like a Generation's obligatory industrial object-mon more than it does a status you'd expect to be reserved for Pokemon's equivalent of cryptids. But whatever man. I'll take Gen 7 ending on such an adorable note as this and not with a design as unimpressive as Zeraora. It's hilarious how quickly this thing has ascended to become one of my favorite Steel types, and one of my favorite Mythic Pokemon.

Personal Score: 10/10

THEY ARE MY SONS AND I LOVE THEM.

809: Melmetal

And here it is. Number Eight Hundred and Nine. The actual, for really real as real can be realsies this time, at the time of writing this, final Pokemon, at least until Gen 8 comes out later this year.

In yet another surprise, Meltan is our first-ever Mythical Pokemon to evolve! Though, the impact of that can't help but be lessened a bit after remembering Mythicals like Shaymin or Hoopa have “alternate forms” that would basically work as evolutions all the same. But it's the thought that counts, I suppose.

While I do like Meltan just a little bit better than Melmetal here, Melmetal is no disappointment either. The only thing that's really missed is the adorable charm and how less expressive it is. Though maybe that can be chalked up with it trying to present itself as cool. At least it keeps the nut-head with little-ball eyeball look going. If it kept any one thing it should've been that.

Portrayed as many Meltan merged together into one huge, hulking body, this is a good way to pull off the bulky but elastic fighter type with the molten metal look. It also apparently can make iron out of nothing, providing an ancient civilization with metal for years before somehow falling asleep.

It's also said to have pretty nasty punches. Understandable, given the huge nuts on the ends of its arms like brass knuckles. Even when it's pulling off its signature move, Double Iron Bash, its arms spin around on the nut it uses as a torso to deliver repeated metal punches.

Personal Score: 10/10

Still a very good friend!!

Overall:

And with that we're actually done without being ironic this time. It's finally time to have our, for now, final Generation recap.

[Archive]

#Pokemon #Meltan #Melmetal #Pokemon Reviews #808 Meltan #809 Melmetal

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ashrelfury · 5 years

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Equivalent Exchange - FMA/AFTG AU

(So, guys, I started this a while ago, but I seriously need some help with ideas and events and structure. If anyone wants to help me beta, or maybe co-write this with me, please let me know!! I actually really want to make it RoyEd as well as Andreil, but that’s not a deal breaker!)

Equivalent Exchange – A Fullmetal Alchemist A.U.

Prologue: Human Transmutation

Desperation had a bitter taste to it, but it wasn’t anything Neil Josten wasn’t used to.

Despite that, he forced calm into his movements. Despair, devastation, and depression weren’t going to accomplish anything, and he had to believe that this would work. There was no other choice. Neil would rather die than leave things as they were.

He’d spent six days collecting what he needed.

The physical body, while composed of a complex system of bones, muscles, organs, nerves, and blood vessels, followed standard natural laws and patterns that when brought to the basics amount to a collection of elements found on the periodic table. It has been stated that, broken down to its basest components, the average adult human body is comprised of Water (35 L), Carbon (20 kg), Ammonia (4 L), Lime (1.5 kg), Phosphorous (800 g), Salt (250 g), Saltpeter (100 g), Sulfur (80 g), Fluorine (7.5 g), Iron (5 g), Silicon (3 g) and fifteen traces of other elements.

Or was it Oxygen, 43kg - Carbon, 16kg - Hydrogen, 7kg - Nitrogen, 1.8kg - Calcium, 1kg - Phosphorus, 0.78kg - Potassium, 0.14kg - Sulfur, 0.14kg - Sodium, 0.10kg - Chlorine, 0.095kg - and Magnesium, 0.019kg. Fuck, what did it matter. He’d found more than he needed and stole anything else.

Maybe it was the desperation talking. Maybe it was the fact that Andrew wasn’t there to talk him out of the stupid idea. Then again, if Andrew were here, Neil wouldn’t need to do this in the first place…fuck, Andrew.

Stop.

Don’t think about it. Focus.

The chalk was gritty in his hands, his nails digging into the piece he was using to outline the array he’d spent the last four months researching.

He didn’t have Andrew’s memory, but he’d traced over this damn array so many times, he hardly had to look at the reference pages he’d gathered around him. He worked from the inside out, making the array just the right size, making every stroke of the chalk as precise as he could manage.

When his hands started to shake, he would stop. Breathe. Don’t think about it.

Don’t think beyond what he needed to do.

Neil has heard all of the rumors. The taboo nature of what he wanted to accomplish. The cost. The danger in it. He kept himself from looking at the corner of the room where his sacrifice lay, blood covering that familiar face. A once strong, imposing body now emaciated and gaunt, thin nearly to the bones. His father had refused to eat for the past two months, wanted to take away any chance Neil had to make things right again. Wanted to take away Neil’s ‘sacrifice’ by dying before Neil could accomplish this.

Neil had knocked him out, keeping him on an IV drip, keeping his body alive, his soul alive.

Equivalent Exchange.

Nathan Wesninski had taken away the only thing Neil had ever truly loved, and Neil would use Nathan to get it back.

But first he needed to finish this, he needed to calm down and get everything right. This couldn’t go wrong. He had one chance.

These breaks were many, but far between. The array too complex and intricate to be hurried, or misdrawn. Neil had to use every ounce of energy he had to make sure he didn’t make a mistake. Any mistake could cost him everything.

Mathematical calculations weren’t hard for Neil, his natural aptitude for it had made this whole process a little easier, but he wasn’t a genius. When drawing the array, he could get things wrong, mark things differently, put too much distance between symbols, or even put each symbol in the wrong point. He was no Edward Elric, but the same determination was there.

Fuck. He was shaking again.

Stop.

Calm down. Don’t think.

He and Andrew had met Ed before. He remembered that. He also wondered if Edward remembered it too. Probably not.

Neil had been in Amestris for only a few days, and the damn train had to be hijacked just as he was making his way back to Aerugo with Andrew. The Fullmetal Alchemist had been there. Had basically saved the day, despite the fact that it had been Andrew who’d taken out half of the hijacker’s single handedly. Neil at his back, reassuring those scared passengers who’d been gathered into the storage area by the hijakers.

When The Fullmetal Alchemist and the giant suit of armor that worked with him had finally started fighting back, Andrew had thrown punches left and right. Brass Knuckles covering his fists, four small arrays on each knuckle. Neil still had those damn knuckle guards, kept them even now.

When Edward had finally made it to the hostages, he found Andrew and Neil tying up the assholes with rope Neil had alchemized from the cables of the train’s overhead compartments.

They’d introduced themselves, Ed’s smile wide and thankful, almost admiring as he glanced down at Andrew’s Brass Knuckles, until Andrew hid them away in black armbands coving his forearms.

When questioned about it. Andrew had remained quiet, impassive and unreachable, so Neil had stepped in. He knew Andrew wouldn’t mind. It wasn’t like they were State Alchemists and Neil and Andrew had both heard the rumors about The Fullmetal Alchemist. The Alchemist of the People. Despite being a State Alchemist, a Dog of the Military, Ed had a knack for snubbing the Brass whenever he could to whoever would listen, and Andrew had listened.

Neil had explained Andrew’s arrays. The first knuckle was for Thunder. A shock with every punch if Andrew activated it upon contact, and Andrew was a master at split-second activation by now. The second knuckle was force. Not gravity, but the opposite, when activated, it would push a strong blast of kinetic energy through the contact point, pushing the opponent away without fail. The third knuckle was one Neil had crafted himself for Andrew’s use, one he’d learned from his father’s people. One hit mid chest would reverse the flow of blood in the body, causing an overload in the heart. Neil hadn’t explained that one to Ed though. And last, but not least, on the forth knuckle was Andrew’s strongest weapon. The air array Andrew had spent nearly four years crafting. Upon activation it sent a sharp controlled spike of air like a knife, or a stake.

If the rest of the military enforcement officers hadn’t gotten to the train at that point, Neil had no doubt that Edward Elric would have kept him and Andrew on that train talking Alchemy for hours. As it was though, Ed had been taken away by a blond woman with hard eyes and an itchy trigger finger, and the second he was gone, Andrew had spoken for the first time.

“The Fullmetal Alchemist has performed human transmutation before. Interesting.”

And that was all he’d say about it.

Neil had never pushed.

Now he wished he’d had.

Stop.

Calm down. Don’t think.

He was almost done, just a bit more and he’d be finished with the array. He’d finally bring back what had been taken.

Neil closed his eyes as he knelt at the edge of the circle. He’d dragged his father to the other side, laid him where he’d make contact with the array, but made sure the blood wouldn’t mar any of the chalk marks.

A deep breath.

Andrew.

Breathe out.

Neil’s hands came up, the energy of the transmutation coming up from his gut as he pictured Andrew’s form in his mind. His will, what he wanted this array to do, Andrew’s image and name, all of it was held firmly in his mind.

Deep breath.

Breathe out.

His palms met the chalk and the world exploded in red and purple light. Neil’s closed eyelids flashed with the colors but he held onto the images in his mind, his will, what he wanted. This would work. It had too. There was no other option.

“Hello.”

Neil’s eyes opened to whiteness.

All around him was pure white, yet a being stood before him. Fuzzy black at the edges, human shaped, but pure white from within. The only defining feature on the human silhouette was the grinning teeth. Neil had to swallow back the panic, yet he remained silent.

He looked beside him and saw the form of his father. So, the sacrifice had made it here then. Wherever ‘here’ was.

“I am called by many names. I am the World. I am the Universe. I am God. I am Truth. I am All. I am One. And I am also, you.”

A sound from behind him made Neil whirl around. There was a door behind him, a great big iron thing, and as it cracked open, darkness stared back. Until an eye flew open. Neil wanted to scream, but he was stuck in place. Rooted and mute with shock and fear.

“You have dared to knock on the door. Now the door is open.”

Tendrils of black reached out for him and Neil reeled back. He spared a glance at his father and saw the man get pulled into the gate, but as Neil turned to run, he was caught by the small hands. He wanted to scream, he opened his mouth to, but nothing would come out. Instead, he gasped.

“That’s it, child. This is what you wanted, isn’t it.”

Neil choked on his fear. Andrew. Fuck, this wasn’t what he wanted at all. He wanted Andrew.

Andrew!

“I will show you the Truth.”

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animatormon · 5 years

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My Problem with Hulk in Ragnarok

The Hulk in Thor: Ragnarok is not the same character from the previous MCU films. The Hulk (I think it’s important to stress that Bruce and Hulk are separate characters, and I will be focusing solely on the Hulk here) has had a consistent characterization from The Incredible Hulk to The Avengers: Age of Ultron. This is completely thrown away in Thor: Ragnarok, and I have a serious problem with that.

First, I’ll describe what the Hulk’s character actually was. When Bruce first turns into the Hulk in The Incredible Hulk (after the montage at the start), he speaks his first ever line of dialogue in the MCU; and it says a lot about him. “Leave me alone.” There are a few obvious things you can deduce from this line.

The Hulk does not want to fight. As the scene continues, Hulk beats the soldiers easily, so it isn’t that he’s scared or worried he’ll get hurt. This desire to avoid a fight might be because he doesn’t actually like violence, or it might be because he doesn’t deem them worthy of a fight. We’ll return to this later for clarification.

Hulk isn’t as stupid as one might assume. His first line of dialogue EVER is a complete sentence spoken in 1st person. He is clearly capable of clear, grammatical speech all the way back in 2008.

Hulk isn’t just a monster of blind rage. Sure he’s angry, but he’s got a clear enough head to give his opponents the opportunity of avoiding a fight altogether.

The main take away is that Hulk isn’t a mindless monster.

The Incredible Hulk makes it clear that Hulk isn’t stupid. It’s the opposite in fact. He’s quite smart; he just doesn’t understand how the world works, at least not fully. Basically, he’s high in INT and low in WIS.

Now, why do I claim Hulk is smart? Multiple times throughout the film he is able to come up with intelligent solutions to problems he’s presented with. When Hulk is being bombarded by the sound cannons, he’s clever enough to use one piece of scrap metal as a shield against the cannon, allowing him to aim and throw the other piece of scrap metal at said cannon to destroy it. When fighting Abomination, he’s clever enough to turn a car into makeshift brass knuckles. When the helicopter is about to burst into flames, Hulk is clever enough (and quick-thinking enough) to use a sonic clap to snuff out the fire. These aren’t the actions of an idiot.

Now, to be fair, Hulk doesn’t do anything all that clever in The Avengers and The Avengers: Age of Ultron. However, he’s never faced with an opponent too strong for a single punch to deal with (aside from Thor and Iron Man, but Hulk clearly isn’t in his right mind during either of those fights), so he doesn’t need to.

So what do I mean when I say that Hulk doesn’t understand how the world works? Well, in The Incredible Hulk, he believes that the thunder storm is an actual enemy that might hurt Betty. He doesn’t understand what a thunder storm is.

Let me return to something I briefly mentioned earlier. Hulk’s first line is “Leave me alone.” If you pay attention to Hulk’s actions in each film, it becomes clear that Hulk doesn’t actually like to fight. He only fights in self-defense or in the defense of others. The only exception being his first appearance in The Avengers and the fight in Africa in The Avengers: Age of Ultron, and like I said before, Hulk isn’t in his right mind for either fight. For the former, he’s being influenced by the scepter, and for the latter, he’s under the control of Scarlet Witch.

Speaking of the Scarlet Witch, once the effects of her spell wear off, Hulk is clearly not pleased to find that he’s hurt innocent people. At the end of the film, he leaves a potential relationship with Black Widow out of fear of hurting her. How do I conclude this? Well, Joss Whedon clearly states this in his commentary for the film. Besides that, it’s the simplest conclusion you can make when you look at the evidence. Hulk is upset to find that he’s lost control and hurt innocent people. Then, he purposefully disobeys Black Widow’s instructions on how to return to her, opting instead to fly far away from all the people he cares about. He leaves because he doesn’t want to hurt the people he cares about.

In The Avengers, Hulk smiles when Captain America instructs him to “smash.” One might try to argue that he’s happy because he likes violence, but I’d argue that evidence points to a different conclusion. Hulk is happy because not only does he get the chance to defend innocent people, he also (for the first time ever) gets to fight side-by-side with people that trust and respect him. He gets to fight against the bad guys, which we see again at the start of The Avengers: Age of Ultron.

To summarize: The Hulk from The Incredible Hulk to The Avengers: Age of Ultron is an intelligent character who tries to avoid fights, only engaging in them when he needs to defend himself, to defend someone he cares about, or to defend general innocents.

Is this the same character we see in Thor: Ragnarok?

No.

In Thor: Ragnarok, Hulk’s INT and WIS stats seem to have swapped. He more accurately understands how the world works, but he’s dumber. He understands what a QuinJet is, but he’s mentally a child. Sure he talks more, but since when does talking a lot indicate intelligence? Even though he showed signs of proper speech in The Incredible Hulk, he’s still stuck with broken grammar and 3rd person. His personality is drastically more childish and immature than the previous films. Hulk doesn’t display any ingenuity in fighting, other than PUNCH HARDER.

And now Hulk doesn’t seem to care about his friends. He worked side-by-side with Thor during The Avengers to protect the people of New York. Sure, he punches him after defeating a leviathan, but its clearly just a joke, and he doesn’t mean any real harm by it. In Thor: Ragnarok, he attempts to kill Thor in the arena even when Thor makes it clear that he doesn’t want to fight (and yes, I mean kill. As far as I can tell, these fights are supposed to be to the death, and Hulk’s final move was clearly meant to kill). Hulk also shows no sympathy to the potential extinction of Thor’s people and actually laughs at his suffering.

Also, I find it rather insulting when the film implies Hulk has had no problem murdering innocent people for two years. Remember that Hulk is battling against slaves forced to fight him. Doug, while just a silly joke on the surface, was a real person (a slave forced into the arena) that the Hulk killed.

Does this really seem like the same character who left Black Widow out of fear of hurting her?

Tangent: AND DON’T EVEN GET ME STARTED ON HOW NERFED HULK IS IN THE THOR FIGHT. Hulk should win that fight easily. Why? Hulk was shown to be capable of killing a leviathan with a single punch. Thor has never demonstrated an equivalent feat WITH HIS HAMMER. And you’re telling me that Thor can win a fight against the Hulk with no hammer? A HULK THAT HAS SPENT THE LAST 2 YEARS DOING NOTHING BUT FIGHTING. I call foul on that.

In conclusion: The Hulk in Thor: Ragnarok is not the same character from the previous Marvel films. He’s been completely rewritten for the purposes of the movie without any consideration of consistency. Hulk is written to be who the general public thinks he is, not who he actually is.

#Hulk #The Hulk #The Incredible Hulk #MCU #Avengers: Age of Ultron #Age of Ultron #Ultron #Thor #thor: ragnarok #Ragnarok #Rant #Character

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something something how many weapons my ocs have on them at any given point lets goooooooooooooo

first up: academy crew!! i gotta get an Actual Name for this i s2g

jam: like. 2. weak. he always has his sword cane, which is more a mobility aid than a sword, but it makes him feel safer when the paranoia gets Rough. he also has a knife. for practical things.

rowan: depends on the day. id say an average of like 5?? he likes knives and looking at knives and also he keeps losing them. adhd king. chances are he has like 5-6 on him but only knows where like, 2 of them are.

glitch: 2. shes chill. she mostly has them for practical things, but she has a backup in case she loses one.

synth: 10. the one friend that just. always has a pocket knife/multitool. probably helped a lot of this friend group *get* their knives. might be a little obsessed with them. she absolutely has a collection at home.

oz: collapsible staff and a pocket knife. simple. chill. i love him.

lucien: two knives and a set of brass knuckles. yknow, for fun!!

dot: she likes Big Weapons but. she isnt rlly allowed to carry those around. she definitely has like, a larger knife just in her bag, but she has a few smaller weapons on her person.

next group go!! its uh. Haunted City Bois. (i dont have much abt this setting but uh. I Care These Idiots) its legal to have weapons just. out in the open on your person cuz uh. Citys Haunted.

akia: three!! he always has his sword (its a sick fuckin sword, ok) but he also has a backup knife in case his sword gets knocked away, and a second backup knife in case the first backup knife gets lost somehow. it seems like he should have more but. hes got History and does not like carrying a lot or even having a lot of weapons. ideally he'd just have his sword, but uh. he doesnt feel safe enough for that!!

kaeto: 10. they often supply akia with replacement weapons. they will get knives specifically for him but not give them to him until he needs a new one cuz they know how he is. also they just like knives. their main weapon is a glaive. polearms my beloved <3

quartz: she does not need a knife. she does not need a weapon. dont ask why. but, just in case, she has a fancy crystal dagger that looks far more ornamental than it does practical. Dont Worry About It :)

citrine: shes baby. but uh. baseball bat. its made of stone. she also has a multitool cuz theyre handy!!

lysithea: thea is the embodiment of that one character that just keeps pulling out weapons. she never has one visibly on her, which is odd in this city!! but mark my words she has so goddamn many. she keeps blades up her sleeves. she probably has a gun. she'll show up in a big poofy ball gown and pull smth ridiculous out of it. amazing.

next is uh.... boat crew!! same world, they just live on the gigantic goddamn lake that both of these settings are placed near.

akiva: a crossbow and like 5 knives. the crossbow can be modified into a harpoon type thing so he can fish with it. most of his knives are for practical things, like prepping his catches for cooking. he also doesnt rlly need a weapon, but theyre nice to have!!

tobias: he... doesnt like most weapons. he has like, a pocket knife??? but his equivalent of a weapon is a sort of sketchbook. he's a rune mage, so having all of that ready to go is incredibly handy for many reasons. he can do almost anything with them!! hes v crafty.

alia: also doesnt have any weapons. probably uses their voice as a weapon. bastard. theyre much too flighty for a proper fight anyway, its like trying to fight a breeze. they just pass you by :)

aaaaand im done for now. if u interact with this post i am cherishing u forever. i hold u gently like hamburger.

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Got tagged in this big long Describe Yr OC Meme by @chameleonspell because they love to make me suffer as they have suffered, toil as they have toiled. I am more merciful, which is why I am tagging no-one. (Also cos chameleonspell tagged most of everyone I’d’ve tagged anyway.)

GENERAL

Name: Simra Hishkari. Alias(es): Sim. Harmless. Flintfingers. “Hey, greyling…” Lonya, to his mum, but not for a while thank fuck. Gender: Cis male. Age: That depends where you’re reading, doesn’t it? Uhhh. He’s 11 in chapter one of part one, poking his nose around Senvalis’ shop and bothering the poor mer for paper. And now in part three, he’s recently endured his twenty-fourth birthday. Place of birth: Chiming Row, The Rigs, The Grey Quarter of Windhelm, Eastmarch, Skyrim. Spoken languages: Native Level Grey Quarter Dunmeri Patois. Fluent Marchspeak. A flexible range of Tamrielics, from the sort of versatile trade-tonguey Imperial Tamrielic you’ll hear at the docks of any major city, to something like the closest thing Skyrim has to a unifying language: an archaic version of Tamrielic with enough in common with all Skyrim’s dialects that it’s at least mutually intelligible for most people. Fluent House Dunmeris, with a few dialectic oddities picked up and understood. Relatively fluent Velothis. Some Riftspeak. Can curse a bit in Jel. Sexual orientation: Insert a withering stare and a question as to why it’s your fucking business. Practically speaking, bisexual. As in, he’s been attracted to men, women, and in the words of the warrior-poet Fred Durst, people who just don’t give a fuck. He doesn’t really have the terminology to parse that out in his own words though. Probably thinks of sexuality more in terms of activity than identity. Occupation: Murderhobo. Uhhh. I mean…freelancer. Currently, anyway. That is to say, sellsword, bounty-hunter, scavenger. Formerly? Semi-pro urchin. Carrier of heavy things on the Windhelm docks. Soldier-of-fortune. Prayer-scriv. Storyteller and sort-of-kind-of-sheriff at one point. Basically like a literal accountant at another point too. Moral support to more qualified goatherds. Fireman — like, literally, a man who makes fires happen. Quartermaster’s assistant. Caravan guard. Itinerant herder and spokesperson of certain itinerant wisewomen. Bootleg performer of certain Temple rites and duties.

(This is long, so more under the cut.)

APPEARANCE

Eye colour: A reddish shade of amber or an ambery shade of red. Hair colour: Cinder-white. Height: About 5’10” (178 cm or s0). Scars: Oh god I literally have a fucking like reference sheet to keep track of all these. His Velothi harrowmarks: a hornlike curl out from the corner of his left eye, and a tapering line underscored for half its length with a series of dots, curving from the right edge of his mouth up towards his ear. A deep stiff scar through the left side of his lips, diagonal, from near his nostril to the beginning of his chin. A shallow horizontal scar across the side of his throat. A ragged starburst of scar tissue, in the muscle between neck and shoulder, just above his right collarbone and again at the back of his neck, from taking an arrow and having it pushed out. A flat diagonal stab-wound, on the left side of his ribs. A torn right earlobe. A straight raised scar up the back of his ribcage, on the left. A series of silver lines on the outermost three fingers of his right hand, where the joints meet the knuckles, and lightning-scar-looking traces following from those fingers over the front and back of his hand. And a plethora of tiny nicks and burns, mostly concentrated on his forearms and hands. Does a twice-broken nose count? Overweight: Nope. Underweight: At several points in his life, yeah.

FAVOURITE

Colour: Sea colours and shades of bronze. In clothes? Leather tones, slate greys, off-whites, neutral gloomy blues, details and decals in reds, silvers, copper, brass. Doesn’t tend to wear pure blacks or whites, or any particularly saturated colour — they spoil too easy. Hair colour: Statistics suggest red, though he’d be quick to insist it’s just coincidence, not, like, a fucking Thing or anything. Eye colour: Not red. Light-coloured eyes are weird and novel. Music genre: Weirdly he doesn’t enjoy music with lyrics all that much. (In canon, anyway — he’d feel differently in a modern AU or whatever.) Finds it distracting. They can be interesting, of course, but it’s not something that makes him happy hearing it. He likes stringed instruments with an emphasis on drones or echoes and silence. Things like the Tamrielic equivalent of qanun, koto, morin khuur, etc. Side note, but in modern AUs he’s definitely the sort of person who’s physically incapable of doing anything as mundane as laundry or tidying without putting a podcast on first. Movie genre: This is AU stuff, but yeah, he might talk a big game about being into Deep Penetrating Drama and so on, but he’d most often find himself watching the feature length equivalent of all you can eat hi-octane junk food buffets. Fighty action movies, particularly with an emphasis on melee combat. Finds revenge narratives particularly rewarding. Only genres he really considers himself a buff on though are samurai cinema and westerns. He’ll yammer at length about Anti-Westerns too if you get him started. (Don’t.) TV show: Hates the idea of having to watch anything live at a particular time. Fuck letting something as petty as TV schedule and section his life. Will gladly on-demand binge on historical drama, gritty travel documentaries, and twisty-turny political and intriguey thrillers. Doesn’t like cooking shows. Doesn’t want personality with his foodporn. He’d rather wait for the book to come out. Food: The Platonic ideal of Simra food is basically like soft starchy silky carbs with something sharp and heavily spiced on top. Rice porridge and preshta-jan, maybe with a raw egg stirred in while it’s hot. Fresh soft panbreads used to mop up redspiced mutton. Meat still feels like too much of a luxury to have often though, and he has a lot of feelings about vegetables. Pickled carrots, cucumbers, turnips, greens, green tomatoes, soft or crisp, spiced or just salty. Yams roasted in embers, smashed open, drizzled with spiced honey. Dried fruit is a particular pleasure as well, with a special place in his heart for persimmons and figs. Drink: Black tea of any sort – Nordic pine-smoked, Dunmeri fermented, light or dark, toasted or not – taken with sugar or honey. Alcohol of any sort felt like a luxury to be taken whenever luck offers it, back when he was a little younger. He’s got preferences these days, though whether he sticks to them is debatable and down to circumstance. He likes red and dark beers, biscuity flavours in the former, bittersweet in the latter. Hasn’t had either in a good few years though, and mazte compares oddly, to him — too starchy and sour. He once drank some Colovian grape brandy before he realised it was expensive enough that he really should have just sold it, and liked that well enough. He’s had actual grape wine once or twice and liked the idea of being the sort of person who liked it. He doesn’t especially like sujamma except in some freak cases – almondy and subtle vanilla-y wood flavours in that one bottle that one time – but he’ll drink it anyway because at least of all the quietly awful things Morrowind might offer you to drink, you have to drink less of it to know you’ve drunk it. He can’t remember if he liked mezga better or whether he was just less fussy back then. Book: Ideally he would have a larger foundation for reference than he does, but he doesn’t. Still, his basis for comparison has grown a little since he first learnt to read and first got covetous of books, so he does at least have some preferences. He’ll still hoard up and devour literally any book he can, good or bad, because books are expensive and serious business – even the cheap ones – but there are some where he’ll fall into impressed absorbed silence and others where he’ll complain the entire time. He has a thing for treatises on use of one sort of blade or another, not because he really enjoys reading them, or really because they’re very useful. Mostly they’re awfully written and opaque to the point of being very unhelpful. But that puts a sense of the arcane around them, doesn’t it? If something’s hard to read, it must be hiding something worth knowing. Simra reads, trawls, lives in hope that one day that assumption will prove right, but really the issue is that if you never check you’ll never know. Back in Suran he read a lot of pre-Red Year devotional poetry from back during the time of the Tribunal. That and poetry the old Temple couldn’t or didn’t censor and so decided was devotional even if it wasn’t. A lot of that was just wankery – tongue twisters for the brain, either thematically or in terms of its showy prosody – but you’d occasionally get the odd scrap of lyric that was just effortlessly well-turned. There was a third era Dunmeri poetess called Anthiss for instance, the printing of whose work the Temple officially banned which only stoked its popularity. It was only after she died – mysteriously, it’s worth noting – that the Temple lifted the ban and claimed all her work had been religious allegory all along, revealing a conflicted but truly faithful sole. Simra’s pretty sure that, no, she was just writing about her girlfriend the entire god damn time. Between that and tracts on philosophy, interpretation of scripture, hagiography…he enjoyed reading it all but in retrospect couldn’t say he liked all of it. At the heart of what he really enjoys unreservedly in books is escapism. Travel narratives – little holidays for the brain – they’re what put a glint in his eyes and a lightness in his heart without really having to try much.

HAVE THEY

Passed university: Nope, nor has he had any formal education of any kind, yet. Given my headcanons about the state of the Mage’s Guild, for instance, in the 4th Era, and other Imperial institutes of higher learning there aren’t quite as many opportunities for that sort of thing as there used to be. Not in the parts of the world Simra’s kept to so far, anyway. Had sex: Currently, not in a while. Had sex in public: Define public… The tonghouse of the Dyer’s End Few wasn’t a premises as rich in privacy as it could’ve been, but I’m inclined to say no. Gotten pregnant: Please no. Kissed a boy: Yes. Kissed a girl: Yes. Gotten tattoos: Do scarifications count? If so, yes, facial ones. Gotten piercings: Six in his left ear. Mer have more cartilage than humans. One through the lobe of his right ear too, but that doesn’t really count as a piercing anymore — just a tear. Had a broken heart: Don’t ask. Been in love: Something like that. Stayed up for more than 24 hours: Here’s where he laughs in your face and says “twenty-four?” and kisses his teeth for two minutes.

ARE THEY

A virgin: Covered this. A cuddler: There’ve been times. Sometimes being close to someone’s all you want to fill your head with, your time with, your world with, and all you can do is do that. Not many times though. They’re more anomalies than anything else. Prolonged touching, or lengthy physical intimacy — he’s pretty averse. A kisser: Mouth-on-mouthy kissing makes him nervous. Half his lips don’t really work right and he gets very conscious of it. Makes him feel ugly, clumsy, exposed. Scared easily: Terrified, yes. He doesn’t exactly keep a level head on him all that easily. Jealous easily: Statistics would suggest yes. Worth noting thought that this is less in terms of seeing everyone as someone his lover might leave him for and so being possessive and shitty and more like he feels left out easily, left behind easily, and if he sees someone he cares about sharing some sort of positive experience with someone else, he’ll feel a sense of abandonment and sadness about it. It’s not an angry or suspicious feeling so much as a melancholy self-effacing one. Trustworthy: In what sense, exactly? Depends who you are, what you’ve done to deserve Simra’s trust or respect, what the circumstances in both your lives and their mutual conjunctions are, what there is to be gained from breaking your trust, or what there is to be lost by keeping it or sticking with you. Depends how strong Simra is at this point in his life. Uhhhh…this number of variables probably suggest that, Simra is not inherently a trustworthy person by nature. But that doesn’t mean he’s never loyal, or faithful, or worth putting your trust in. Dominant: Uhhhhh. Submissive: Fuckin uhhhhhh. In love: Right now? Fuck off. Single: And ready to mingle. (God can you even imagine.)

RANDOM QUESTIONS

Have they harmed themselves: Not with anything sharp. Thought of suicide: Yes. Attempted suicide: Comments on my fic suggest that a lot of what he does, accidentally or by choose, basically constitute attempts to die. Thing is though, Simra’s pretty much more terrified of dying than of anything else. Any attempts at straightforward suicide would be impulsive cries for help or lashings-out against feeling particularly helpless. The goal wouldn’t be dying. Wanted to kill someone: Wanting to sounds way more personal than he really wants to have to deal with. Appreciating the reasons for having had to do so? Fine. (Yes, yes, yes, but funny how the people he’s really wanted to kill are for the most part still alive.) Ride a horse: He regrets to inform you that, yes, he has ride a horse. Have/had a job: We’ve covered this. Have any fears: Ghosts and bones, yes. Death, or more accurately, ceasing to be alive and existent. Being maimed; no longer being whole. Blindness, deafness, muteness. He has a pretty primal flight-or-fight response to the idea of being caught out in any sort of lie. Oh, and he’s not fond of dogs.

FAMILY

Sibling(s): Yes, Soraya. Does she still count? Parents: Sambidal Dunsamsi Hishkari nas Mabudani nas Zainab, his babu, Windhelm dockworker and former adventurer. Ishar Dunsamsi Hishkari nas Nem nas Zainab, his ammu, Grey Quarter spellwright, seller of medicines, and former adventurer. Children: No. Pets: No. A cat might be good, but he’d get terrified of it deciding to abandon him, and would take it very personally if it was ever gone for very long.

#OCs #Simra Hishkari #TES #Dunmer #Suicide mention #self-harm mention

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unchartedterritoria · 6 years

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Dangerous (Sam Drake x OC) - Chapter 9

In case you don’t want to read it here, it can also be found on A03:

Dangerous Chapter 9 A03 Link

Previous Chapters: Chapter 1 * Chapter 2 * Chapter 3 * Chapter 4 * Chapter 5 * Chapter 6 * Chapter 7 * Chapter 8

Thanks to everyone that has read it so far! Also, comments and feedback are always appreciated. If you wish to be tagged for new chapters, let me know!

“Turn left here, here!”

Remy had led Faith and Sam back to the SUV and, with his directions, steered them to the other side of downtown Springfield, Illinois, close to the capital building. Remy directed Sam down a quiet one-way side street off the busy main road that held the bulk of the afternoon traffic. After passing a crumbling pay per hour parking lot, they approached a large, pale pink colonial house with green shutters and looking entirely out of place. It had a huge front porch complete with columns and a large community garden in place of what used to be the property's backyard.

“Here we go, pull around the back,” Remy said, pointing between the seats.

“Ok, yeah, ok,” Sam grumbled. He was never good at taking directions from people. Young, old, government authority, civilian, didn't matter, didn't like it one bit.

He pulled the car around the back of the large house, parking in what looked like a small gravel lot that was shared by the house and by the owners of the plots in the community garden.

“Remy whose house is this?” Faith asked, her nose to the window as she looked around. Sam put the car in park next to a pair of dumpsters shared by the two properties as well. Remy jumped out of the car excitedly, slamming the door behind him and rushing up the wheelchair ramp attached to the back door. Faith and Sam sauntered behind him, much like they had done since arriving in Springfield and meeting Remy.

"My god, he's like a puppy!" Faith exclaimed to Sam, leaning in close to him in the hopes that Remy wouldn't hear and be offended at her observation. Sam raised the corner of his mouth in a goofy, half grin.

"He's just a kid. You think this is bad; you shoulda seen him at 13 when he was just a pipsqueak."

Faith knitted her brows together in confusion. “Since when is 13 a pipsqueak?” She inquired.

“Since I hit puberty and became taller than the rest of the 13-year-olds in the world,” He said coolly.

“You're an ass,” She said half laughing.

“You're not just figuring that out, are ya sweetheart?”

They walked toward the back of the house where Remy waited impatiently. He stuck a hand into the pouch of his hoodie and pulled out a red gummy worm. He popped the end into his mouth, peering through side windows and staking out the immediate area around them.

"Remy, seriously, where the hell are we?" A tired note was creeping into Faith's voice as she asked again.

“This is the Edwards Place. Elizabeth went and married into this big powerful family. All her in-laws were like, Illinois big shots. Her father-in-law was one of the first Governors and Congressmen. He was Governor when it was still a freakin' territory. Her husband was attorney general for the state, and her brother-in-law’s were all lawyers or something impressive like that. I still think it's funny that Elizabeth went and married into this crazy powerful family probably thinking, 'Oh I'm so great, look at me, I married the Attorney General.' and then her sister comes along and is like, 'Watch this bitch,' and goes and marries the president,” Remy cackled wildly, the rest of his gummy worm now clamped between his teeth.

“Jesus kid,” Sam said with a snarky laugh.

“Ok, cause all these famous Sand suckers lived here, they went and turned the house into like, a museum. Before they did that though, we had a diary from Mary Todd Edwards in our inventory. Then, once they opened up, the Edwards family proved provenance so they took possession of it and it got moved over here,” Remy explained.

“So, let us in then,” Faith said.

“I can't. If it’s a historical state building, I got keys. This place is privately owned by some non-profit. That’s where Sam comes in,” Remy said, turning towards him as another gummy worm magically appeared out of his hoodie and into his mouth.

“Get us in? C'mon Remy, I thought you had a challenge for me!” Sam boasted. He backed away from the house and examined the outer structure, mentally trying to create a path from the ground to a window on the top floor that looked to be open a crack. He took out his coin and flipped it around in his palm, the Sam Drake equivalent of clicking a clicky pen over and over to help him think. Faith and Remy watched Sam curiously.

“They don't have a security system or nothin.”

"Yeah ok," Sam replied, still staring at the outside. His coin was going end over end over his knuckles. He stalked to the dumpster and grabbed it by the edge, hoping to move it closer to the building.

“Sam.”

“What?”

“You just have to pick the lock, you don't have to go all parkour dude,” Remy said, glancing up the side of the building.

“It's ok, all I have to do is climb on top of the dumpster, jump over to the garage roof, make my way across those two window ledges, -” He explained until Faith's growing laughter caused him to stop.

“What?” Sam asked.

“Oh my god. You can't pick a lock, can you?” Faith asked, barely getting the question out before bursting out laughing again. Sam slipped his coin back in his pocket and crossed his arms in front of himself defensively, his dark green jacket pulled hard against his shoulders.

"Look, -" Sam started to explain, only to be interrupted again by Faith, who found this little tidbit downright hysterical.

“No way man, really?” Remy questioned, unable to comprehend this thought. Faith put a hand on Remy's shoulder, leaning her head against him for support during her fit of giggles.

"Alright, so I can't pick a lock. It's never stopped me. I still get in, and I always get what I came for. Always.” He said with a smug look on his face. Faith regained her composure, wiping away the wet trails the tears from her laughter with the sleeve of her jacket. She turned and headed back towards the rear door of the house, her hand rooting in the inner pocket of her coat. She pulled a small, soft leather case from her jacket. Adjusting the back of her jeans, she squatted down in front of the door, her eye line level with that of the brass doorknob. Sam and Remy walked towards the door, curious about what exactly Faith was doing. Faith slipped two slim tools out of the lock pick kit and slid each one into the keyhole on the doorknob slowly. Remy watched her in a giddy amazement; he had never seen a lock actually picked before, there wasn't much use for breaking and entering in the field of academia. Sam crouched down next to Faith who was still intently working on the lock, gently sliding and turning the tools by the resistance she felt.

“You can pick locks?” He asked in a quiet voice, trying to keep his surprise tone to a minimum.

“A handy byproduct of a misspent youth,” Faith said, wiggling the bottom metal arm.

“You've been holding out on me. Makes me wonder what else you know how to do,” he questioned suggestively. Faith felt the bottom tool slip into place and turned them both at the same time. The door clicked as the lock disengaged.

"Wait 'til you see me with cherry stems," She whispered to him with a wink before standing up. Sam bit his bottom lip as a thousand pictures flashed in his brain, most of them downright dirty as sin. He ran a hand through his hair as he stood up as if it would help dissipate some of the thoughts in his head. Faith quietly turned the doorknob and opened it a crack.

"No one should be here, right?" She said softly. He shook his head no. Faith stood up and opened the door the rest of the way slowly, stowing her tools back inside her jacket. Stepping inside, she was still cautious of making too much noise. Sam followed close behind her with Remy on his heels. They entered what looked like at one point was a small mud room that looked to now be used as an employee entrance. Sam looked around the corner and up the back stairs towards the second floor.

“You know where the book is Remy?” Sam asked.

“Probably like a bedroom on the second floor in one of the displays.”

“Ok, you stay here. Keep a look out for anything.”

"What? Oh, come on dude!" Remy whined angrily, his face utterly crestfallen.

“Just stay here, alright?” Sam said, not really in the mood to embrace the teenager whiny attitude, even if it was coming from Remy.

“Fine...douche,” He resigned sullenly, leaning against the hardwood frame of the doorway to the rest of the house.

Faith and Sam made their way upstairs, still taking care not to make too much noise. The stairway was lined with detailed painted portraits in dark wood frames of what Faith was sure was different generations of Edwards men. The top floor was all hardwood, crown molding, and flowered wallpaper. Things like ornate chairs and side tables were cordoned off by velvet ropes, as well as some of the bedrooms along the hallway that ran the whole length of the house. Sam ran a hand over a cherry table with grapevines carved into its sturdy legs.

"Hm, bet this would be worth a penny or two," His rough hand over the vines and shook a leg for good measure to check for stability.

“Hey! Focus, not what we came for!” Faith hissed at him.

“I know, I know, but it'd make a great parting gift,” He said, already picturing its lot number at an auction.

Faith let out a sigh of disgust. Bastard, money hungry bastard! And I flirted with him downstairs! What the hell is wrong with me, I should get my ass examined. Cause that's where my head is, square up my own ass! Faith thought as frustration with herself built within her head. Nope, no more flirting. No matter how good he smells. Eyes on the prize, find the book. She continued left down the hallway towards a large wardrobe at the end of the hall, open and displaying different pieces of period clothing. She stopped in front of the doorway to her right. Inside was a bedroom that looked straight out of the 1800's. Desk, sitting chair, bed, all look like they belonged there, despite the 'NO FLASH PHOTOGRAPHY PERMITTED' signs.

"Sam," Faith called for him. He walked down the hallway towards her, his heavy boots thumping against the runners atop the hardwood floor. Coming up behind her, he followed her into the room. She made a beeline for the roll top desk positioned in the corner of the bedroom, some part of her knowing what they were seeking would be there. The diary sat next to its own little placard, telling the interested masses what it was and who it belonged to. This was it.

Faith stood motionless, staring at the diary, frozen in place while a sudden internal conflict began to rage inside her head. If I take this, I'm a thief; I'm a criminal. I know I already broke in, but this seems so much worse! This is outright theft!

“Hey,” Sam said, putting his large, strong hand on her shoulder, snapping Faith back to the moment at hand.

“Yeah?”

“You alright?”

“Yeah, just, I'm not a person that does illegal things.”

“Says the woman with the lock picks,” He said, his head tilted and hazel eyes staring at her accusingly.

“That was a long time ago, that was breaking into places for shits and giggles, this is theft!” Her voice whispered as if she was cursing in church.

“Well, it's a good thing I'm a thief then,” Sam said back in the same hushed mocking tone while he reached past her and grabbed the diary from atop the desk. Faith watched as he closed the book and stowed it in the back waistband of his jeans and straightened his jacket over it, hiding it from view. With that quick move, it was as if the world turned from black and white to bright neon and everything was suddenly real. No more talking about it, no more just researching for kicks, no more 'just a simple road trip,' this was happening, and despite her momentary question of morality, it made her feel fucking fantastic and more alive than she had felt since her mother had died.

Sam headed back down the hallway, Faith on his heels. She felt exhilarated, but she was still anxious to get the hell out of there and not get caught. Remy looked up the stairway from the main floor where he had stayed put, despite his protests.

“Did ya get it?” He asked excitedly.

"Got it, let's go," Sam answered as he strode toward the door, ushering Remy and Faith out first. He closed the door, locked it behind him and stalked towards the car, trying not to draw any attention to the three of them if there was anyone around. As Sam unlocked the car, he pulled the diary from the back of his pants. He might not have the same anal need to preserve artifacts like Nathan did, but he figured sitting on it while he drove would not only be a bad idea but would be very uncomfortable. Sam handed the diary off to Remy's outstretched hands, sure that was the best place for it. Sam turned the key, and the engine roared to life. Almost euphoric at this point, Faith looked out her window, darting her eyes in every direction, anxious to make sure nothing looked hinky. The sun bright and reflecting off the puddles from the morning's rain, Sam sped out of the parking lot and down the one-way street, running over the cubed gum wrappers as he went by.

Sam skidded to a stop in front of the lobby of the motel chain they decided on to be their base camp for the night while they were in Springfield. Sam shifted the car into park and slid out of the driver's seat.

“Stay here, I'll grab a room,” He said, slamming the car door behind him, causing Faith to give a tiny jump.

"For someone dealing in antiques, he's sure not very gentle," She muttered to herself. She pivoted in her seat towards Remy, who held the diary open in one hand and his phone in the other. A gummy worm as green as his hair hung crooked out the side of his mouth. The flashlight feature from the cell phone lit the diary, giving Remy some extra light as the daylight faded quickly underneath the growing clouds.

“How you doing Remy?” Faith asked.

“Pretty fucking awesome,” He stated very matter of fact. He sucked the rest of the gummy worm into his mouth and smiled at Faith.

"Alright, the entries start in 1875. Mary died in 1882, and the diary looks like it goes til around like, June of the next year. That's when she lived with her sister so we should, hopefully, be able to find something."

After a few minutes, Sam walked out of the lobby with three room keys, handing one each to Remy and Faith as he got in the car. Parking in the far corner of the poorly lit lot, they grabbed their gear and headed towards the last room on the ground floor. Sam was pleased to see the room next to theirs empty as they walked over the cracked sidewalk; That meant more privacy, which was never a bad thing to have too much of. Faith opened the door with her keycard and flicked on the light. It had looked exactly as Sam's had the night she stayed with him, only this one had a couch and an uncomfortable looking high-backed armchair. Remy set the journal on the table and plopped down in one of its chairs, face still glued to the front of his phone. Faith dropped her backpack next to the bed and flung herself back on it with a sigh. She felt as if she hadn't had a decent sleep in days since she had found that damn Bible and the lack of a bed for the last 48 hours was starting to weigh on her eyelids and her back. She closed her eyes and rubbed the bridge of her nose with her thumbs.

“Alright, food should be here in like half an hour,” Remy announced, plopping his phone down on the table. Faith sat up and looked at him, puzzled.

“Didn’t I just see you eat three corn dogs?”

“Yeah.”

Sam’s cell phone vibrated audibly in his jacket pocket. He fished it out quickly, double checking the incoming number. Nathan.

“And didn’t you just eat a bunch of gummy worms?” Faith said, continuing her questioning. She glanced at Sam questioningly. He held up a finger and opened the metal door of the motel and stepped outside.

“I need real food, candy is like, just a food substitute. I’m a growing boy you know,” Remy answered, the last thing Sam heard as he shut the door behind him and pressed green button on his phone.

“Hey little brother,” He said holding the phone up to his ear while he rooted into his jacket pocket for his smokes.

"Hey, Sam. How you making out in Illinois? Any luck?" Nathan asked.

“Remy got us a starting point. We’ll see where we end up.”

“Keep him out of trouble alright? He’s a good kid.”

“C’mon, trouble? Me? Never,” Sam said, exhaling a plume of smoke.

“I’m serious Sam. I heard Jasper still has Arthur Bixby sniffing around for you and Faith so watch yourselves. You remember what he’s like, “Nathan warned him.

“Motherfucker,” Sam muttered to himself.

"Gimme the phone," Sam heard a gruff voice say in the background on Nathan's end of the line. Sam leaned on beige metal railing that ran along the edge of the building, the cold metal biting into his forearms as he held the phone in place with his shoulder. He heard the phone being shuffled between parties. He waited patiently, smoking his cigarette while Nathan and Sully bickered, Sully finally winning with the phrase, ‘Just hand me the goddamn phone!' Sam took one final drag of his cigarette, burning it down to the filter.

“Sam,”

“Victor,” Sam said, grinding the butt of his smoke into the pavement with the heel of his dark gray boot. “Recouping at Nate and Elena’s?”

"Believe me; it's not by choice. How's it going?"

“Alright so far, Remy got us somewhere to start.”

“You heard what Nate said about Bixby?” Sully questioned, a hint of warning in his voice.

“Yeah I heard, I’ll watch my back,” Sam agreed half-heartedly. He still wasn’t convinced that Jasper Nox would have anyone watching them.

“Don’t bullshit a professional bullshitter Sam. You need to watch your back, watch Faith’s back,” Sully urged him.

“Why you got me lookin’ out for this girl, Victor?”

"Cause I asked you to," Sully replied, hoping to shut him down quickly.

“Is she important, I mean, is she your kid or something? Why you got me doing this?”

“Sam, please, just do this one goddamn favor for me without asking any questions, alright?” Sully said as anger and frustration boiled over in him quickly.

“Alright, alright. I got it.”

“How is she?”

“Faith? She’s fine,” Sam answered.

“She’s fine?” Sully repeated accusingly.

“Yeah, she’s fine. She’s good.” Sam assured him.

“Sam.”

“What?”

“Don’t do it.”

“What are you talkin about?” Sam questioned.

"I'm talking about keeping it in your pants Samuel. That's what I'm talking about."

“Awe Jesus Sullivan, gimme a little more credit than that,” Sam said,

“I’m serious.”

“Okay,” Sam said, making sure the sarcasm dripped from every letter.

“Leave this one alone Samuel, it won’t lead anywhere good,” Sully warned him; The words that he had already heard Sully say to him in his head, now hearing them aloud, sent a chill down his spine. What the fuck is up with this girl? He thought to himself.

"Alright, alright, Victor, I got it," Sam acquiesced. Sam looked across the lot, a small red sedan covered in rust puttered into the large parking lot, its sides plastered with magnetic signs of what Sam assumed could only be the local pizza joint.

“Gotta go. I’ll be in touch.”

“Watch yourselves out there.”

"Will do," Sam said, snapping the phone closed. First, it was take care of her; then it was protect her, now it's keep it in my pants? Fuck that; I promised one and two. I didn't make any damn promises about being celibate. You want me to take care of her? I’ll take care of her, my way. The whole Samuel Drake package, full fucking service if the moment presents itself, Sam thought to himself smiling as he dug a small wad of cash out of the front pocket of his jeans.

#sam drake x oc #samuel drake x oc #OC X Sam Drake #dangerous #sam drake fanfiction #my writing

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victorluvsalice · 6 years

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AU Thursday -- A Few Updates On "Somebody I Used To Know"

Refresher: Poly AU, with Victor and Alice as childhood friends before the fire. Victor gets sucked into the events of American McGee's Alice when he visits Alice in Rutledge, and Corpse Bride gets completely derailed by an early Alice: Madness Returns when Alice attends the wedding rehearsal, Victor brings Emily to meet her and Victoria after realizing the afterlife's real and maybe they can find her family down there, and Alice ends up sucking them all into her head to battle their way across the landscape. Barkis and Bumby are both exposed (and probably killed), Victor marries Victoria while Alice joins their family as a "lady's maid," and Emily moves on only to end up a permanent resident of Wonderland, allowing the four of them to stay together.

-->Inspired by the latest season of Dirk Gently's Holistic Detective Agency, Victoria is definitely going to have a pair of giant scissors as a weapon. This means I might have to change up her sewing-needle sword -- perhaps something ranged instead? Like a throwing needle with a length of thread attached? Sewing Javelin. . .I kind of like that!

-->Someone convince me wedding-ring-themed brass knuckles for Emily are a bad idea, hilarious as they are.

-->While Alice is officially Victoria's lady maid to outsiders, most people in Burtonsville assume (semi-rightfully) that she's Victor's live-in mistress. Which leads to an interesting moment where William and Finis corner Victor at a get-together one day and say, in essence, "Look, if Victoria's willing to tolerate it and you're not being blatant about it, whatever, do what you like. But if any illegitimate children pop up, we will end you. If our wives don't get to you first."

Victor's response? "Oh, you don't have to worry about that. I'm not doing anything like that with Alice."

Which throws William and Finis completely for a loop, because they were sure. . . The reality of the situation, of course, is that Alice's grey-aceness means she doesn't really care about having sex herself -- she and the others probably do a little experimenting in Wonderland, where nobody can get pregnant (and Emily being dead no longer matters), and she enjoys the results, but it's not something she feels she needs. Although she does find she kind of enjoys watching the others go at it, and directing the action sometimes. . .

-->Incidentally, this is also how Emily finally comes to terms with the fact that she likes girls a little more than boys (aka the biromantic lesbianism) -- she and Victor fool around a bit, and she finds it does nothing for her, while she's all gung-ho for Victoria.

-->Victor, Victoria, and Alice of course all learn magic in the wake of the Wonderland incidents, helped by Elder Gutknecht. The most important spell they end up learning is Beasts of Dream -- a spell that brings living beings out of one's imagination (much like Imagination Into Reality handles nonliving objects). They're all a little below the necessary power requirement, but by pooling their magic (via Draw Upon Another's Currents), they can cast it (typically either Victor or Victoria lends the power to Alice). This allows them to occasionally bring Emily into their world from Wonderland for a short time. They typically do so on holidays -- especially Halloween, as they have a standing invitation for all their dead friends and relatives to visit them on that date.

-->Yes, of course Alice reunites with her dead family -- Victor realizing she could after meeting Emily is what starts off the whole four-player Wonderland/poly thing, after all! They get Elder Gutknecht's help in taking a Downstairs trip to Oxford as part of Victor and Victoria's honeymoon, where they locate the Liddells. Arthur, Lorina, and Lizzie are thrilled to see Alice happy and well (even if they're kind of confused by her living situation), and darkly delighted to hear of Bumby getting his. They end up moving to Burtonsville to be closer to Alice for the Halloween visits -- which probably leads to my favorite side ship, Lizzie/Bonejangles. What can I say -- I think they're cute too.

-->Speaking of side ships, I'm debating whether or not the gang should ever meet Christopher White. On the one hand, I like Christopher, and he is bisexual (something he and Victor could actually ACT on with Victor unencumbered by certain types of Bumby bullshit); on the other hand, how complicated do I want this to get? Especially given the Victorian time period. . . Maybe Christopher ends up a Friend With Occasional Benefits -- Victoria and Victor steal kisses and cuddles during visits, but it doesn't go much beyond that.

As for the Emily/Hatter situation -- as I mentioned before, they become friends over sympathizing with each other about the limb business, and I wouldn't be surprised if there was the occasional playful flirt on Emily's side. It never develops beyond that, though because a) this Hatter is a part of Wonderland, and thus technically just a part of Alice's subconscious (unlike the Richards, who are real people), b) while Hatter's back on the side of good now, Hare and Dormy aren't shy about talking about his turn as one of the Queen's minions. Emily can be friends with him (especially since, with the troubles over and his friends back on his side as well, Hatter is genuinely sorry), but the fact that he could be so cruel forestalls any ideas of romantic involvement.

-->After many happy years together, the living three eventually succumb to old age -- Victoria first, then Victor, then Alice. The three linger for a while in the Land of the Dead, enjoying the pleasures of the place and meeting up with their friends who are still down there, but after about a year Victoria and Victor decide to move on, figuring that if Emily ended up as a living resident of Wonderland, they will as well. Their hypothesis proves correct --

But it leads to a situation where Alice is frightened to leave the Land of the Dead, worried that if she moves on, she'll destroy Wonderland and her loves along with it. "Wonderland can't exist without me, can it?" It takes a couple of years of wheedling (and Alice spending most of her time in whatever the closest equivalent to sleep is the dead can manage), but the other three manage to convince her that everything will be okay. "You're the person who created Wonderland. Maybe it can't exist without you, but you of all people should be able to use it as your Heaven." Alice says her final goodbyes and passes on -- and sure enough, she ends up in Wonderland with the rest of them, ready to live out eternity.

#somebody I used to know #polyamory #the original post was just that very last point about Alice being worried about moving on and destroying Wonderland #and then Dirk Gently Season 2 happened to produce the first thought #and then I thought of a bunch of other things and big old list #seriously wedding ring knuckledusters would be amusing #I really need to think more about weapons for the CB three #I love the Vorpal Fork but variety is the spice of life #also yes at least Lizzie and Bonejangles are probably also living in Wonderland in the end #Alice's sister would want to stay close to her after all #and Bonejangles would probably like Victor's Orchestralia #just basically everyone gets to stay in the best version of their minds for the rest of time #sounds like a great Heaven to me #queued

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Let me take a moment to be clear – I do not advocate for violence. I trust, however pig-headedly, that all of creation – including all people – is both capable and worthy of salvation. That there is no such thing as a lost cause with God. I cannot explain this trust; it is a part of me deeper than rational faculty. To commit violence against another human being is to commit violence against the image of God in them. To me, it is a sin. I do not believe God requires us to sin. But it seems apparent to me that the world sometimes does. I never felt safer than when I was near antifa. They came to defend people, to put their bodies between these armed white supremacists and those of us who could not or would not fight. They protected a lot of people that day, including groups of clergy. My safety (and safety is relative in these situations) was dependent upon their willingness to commit violence. In effect, I outsourced the sin of my violence to them. I asked them to get their hands dirty so I could keep mine clean. Do you understand? They took that up for me, for the clergy they shielded, for those of us in danger. We cannot claim to be pacifists or nonviolent when our safety requires another to commit violence, and we ask for that safety. And so I come to this – white liberal Christian friends, I’m talking to you. I’ve seen a lot of condemnation of “violent response,” lots of selective quoting Dr. King, lots of disparagement of antifa and the so-called “alt-left,” a moral equivalency from the depths of Hell if I ever saw one. You want to be nonviolent? That is good and noble. I think…I think I do, too. But I want you to understand what you’re asking of the people who take this necessary stance against white supremacy, the people who go to look evil in the face. You’re asking them to be beaten with brass knuckles, with bats, with fists. To be pounded into the ground, stomped on, and smashed. You’re asking them to bleed on the pavement and the grass. Some of them are going to die. And you’re asking them to do that without defending themselves. Are you willing to do that? Are you going to to go out when the Nazis come here, to the Bay Area, next week? Are you going to offer your body to them? No? Are you willing to take a bat to the head? To be surrounded by angry young men who want nothing more than to beat you unconscious, like they did Deandre Harris? Are you going to rely upon a different type of violence – that imposed by the state – to protect you – even knowing it is a danger to your neighbors? To outsource the violence your safety requires to someone else? Or are you just not going to show up, at the rally or afterward? To choose passivity over pacifism – because let’s be clear, nonviolence is still about showing up. If you are unwilling to risk your bodily integrity to stand against literal Nazis, but you are willing to criticize the people out there who are taking this grave threat seriously but not in a way of which you approve….I just don’t know what to say to you. Truly. Your moral authority is bankrupt and you’re not helping. You’re a hypocrite. Everyone wants to feel safe. You are not safe. Your Muslim neighbors are not safe. Your immigrant neighbors are not safe. Your black neighbors are not safe. Your disabled neighbors are not safe. Your indigenous neighbors are not safe. Your Jewish neighbors are not safe. Your transgender neighbors are not safe. If you feel safe now, it’s an illusion born of your relationship to power. But make no mistake – you may not be the canary, but we’re all in the same coal mine. These people have been “community organizing” for DECADES. They are base-building and they have the White House. They have infiltrated law enforcement. They are in every legislative body and on every school board. You are not safe. How can the sleeping white church, of which I am a part, mobilize the church militant? How can we spiritually prepare and discipline the followers of Christ to put their bodies on the line? It’s an earnest question; I don’t know the answer. We don’t have a lot of time to equivocate, though. It’s time to move.

My “Nonviolent” Stance Was Met With Heavily Armed Men

A post from Logan Rimel, parish administrator at University Lutheran Chapel of Berkeley (CA). Logan traveled to Charlottesville during the weekend of August 5 to bear witness with his friends at Charis Community Cville.

#antifa #antifascism #liberalism #logan rimel #lutheran #lutheranism #charlottesville #whiteness #white liberalism #liberal #leftism #christianity #safety #christian #religion #pacifism

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griffin-turner · 7 years

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Elemental Masters Headcanons

Ash: -Mute, uses sign language to communicate -Or he mouths what he wants to say if the other party can stand smoke -Breathes normally and stuff but can’t play any instrument that needs the player to blow (aka brass and woodwinds) -Smoke is CONSTANTLY being emitted from his mouth as dead cells are turned into ash and excreted alongside the waste air from his lungs -Hair is even messier than Kai’s because he can’t be bothered to comb it every time he’s done reforming -Always seen hanging out with Chamile, Toxkita and Shade -rumour is that they’re all dating -the rumour is true they all love each other and share secrets via sign language -Knows all the gossip about the EMs

Bolobo: -One of the two Group Dads -A really good cook -Likes the sun and really hot weather -Is never seen without his staff or the feather thing he has around his neck -Is very proud of his beard -Fights Wu over who has the best beard -Occasionally ties his hair up in a loose ponytail -Tries to meme to look hip and cool -Fails to meme -Can’t figure out technology at all (he can operate basic stuff like tvs but a computer is pushing it) -Probably a Disney Princess™ in disguise because if he tries to sing birds and all kinds of woodland creatures spawn near his area -He can’t sing but the spawning happens anyway

Chamile: -The No. One person to go to for gossip on all of the EMs -Loves to bet on who can see through her disguise the fastest -Is constantly told purple isn’t a cool colour -Really good at makeup -Actually dyed her hair for the tournament and dyed it a less saturated purple afterwards -Can and will forcefully apply makeup to other EMs when bored -Knows exactly how to make Shade smile -The embodiment of “Looks can kill”

Gravis: -Hates walking and tries to float everywhere -Really messy -Often the peacekeeper of the group -Always ops for the method which needs the least amount of effort to complete -Strangely always early to events -A really good artist but always gets paint or whatever medium he uses on himself -Is extremely good at Science, namely Physics -Really likes space

Griffin Turner (buckle in buddies): -Really good liar -Constantly smiles to hide his true feelings -Cries a lot -Refuses to take his aviators off in front of anyone -Is actually the son of Krux, and the Master of Time -Wears his aviators to hide his inherited reflective iris (think the eyes of the HoT) -Always on time -Has an obsession with clocks -Constantly wishes his father was on the side of Good -Is very good friends with Skylor and Garmadon (before he kicked the bucket) -Is MUCH older than he looks -Once helped the Hands of Time, still has his armour from back when he helped them -Has a bad habit of speaking really fast and mixing up his sentences -Can’t express his feelings properly so he just smiles -Has extreme pyrophobia -Can’t stand Kai at all -Has a pet possum named Minute who he constantly refers to as a cat (she really likes grapes) -Often has visions of random points in time, be it from his own timeline or other timelines -Hates magic and the phrase “I wish” -Tries to flirt but fails -Loves classical music -Uses a metronome to calm down -Never looks forward to the future because he knows it’s always bound to be bad -A nihilist -Actually on okay terms with Jay -Muses about the past with Zane -Can stay on beat when playing instruments (plays percussion the most) but can’t always get the right notes

Invizable/Paleman: -Really shy -like his mom had to convince him to go (“to make new friends!”) and forced Shade to accompany him -Is blind whenever he makes himself fully invisible (because no light enters his eyes) so he picked up using his memory and sound to locate his targets -Older cousin of Shade -Writes (popular) fanfiction of the EMs anonymously -Hates loud noises and being stared at -Is a shitposter -Has really good memory -Will hold a grudge but is too nervous to do anything about it -Is a complete doormat -Tells really bad jokes -Constantly hides behind Shade whenever something dangerous/scary happens -His element of Light is tied to the element of Shadow so if anything bad happens to Shade, the same happens to him (eg Shade breaks a leg, Invizable breaks the same leg in a similar accident) -Morning person, extremely active on sunny days -Has to be forced do things if the event happens at night

Jacob Pevsner: -Was born blind -Hums to himself to stay calm -Fidgets with his sitar a lot -Accidentally hurt his vocal chords during a fight, so he uses his sitar as a replacement for his powers of Sound -Hides things in his afro -Resents being short -Will attack anyone who asks him why he is short -Really likes old music and classical -Can sing anything perfectly, and do all the parts himself in one shot -Good friends with Lou and the rest of The Royal Blacksmiths -Occasionally helps out with their shows -Grew attached to the serpent and got a pet snake after the Second Serpentine War (his name is Da Capo and he’s a corn snake)

Karlof: -Other Group Dad -Is good at listening -Bad at comforting, but he’ll give the person some of their favourite food(s) and a fatherly pat on the back -Is really passionate about metalwork and aerospace engineering -Often slips into his Mother Tongue when excited or talking for a long time -Physically the strongest Elemental Master (next to Cole, due to their Elements’ link) -Loves cats -Adores cleanliness -Aggressively polishes his gauntlets when he’s stressed out -Gives good hugs -Unfortunately, also gives good rides to the hospital for the ribs he broke on accident -Really good at playing percussion and tuba -Loves the Ninjago equivalent of Russian memes (especially those about old russian ladies because they remind him of his mother) -Loves shiny things

Neuro (I hope you guys are still buckled in): -True to his alias, he’s a neurologist and also a psychologist -Knows ALL the secrets of the EMs, but wouldn’t give any of them up even if threatened with death -No one recognises him in his civilian outfit -He’s all of the EMs’ psychologist -Learned the hard way why he shouldn’t read the mind of someone vaguing about their crush -Loves drama and gossip -On good terms with Shade -Wears glasses but likes contacts more -Loves the cold weather and rain -Really loves stim videos (especially slime videos with the foam/floam) -Often pulls all-nighters and passes out afterwards -Addicted to coffee -Understands most languages and sign language (thus he knows all the gossip as well just by observing Ash’s interactions with his partners) -Complains a lot -Is very stressed all the time and has a bad habit of yelling at people crying if they push him past the breaking point -Has acrophobia -Had a bad experience with a magic user in the past, which is why he’s scared of Clouse -Can’t stand reading Griffin or Zane’s minds as Griffin’s thoughts are mixed with his other timeline selves and Zane’s is encoded in binary -Reading minds for too long gives him a headache which he unintentionally passes on to nearby people -Wears a vengestone alloy collar in his EM robes to help prevent accidentally reading everyone’s minds at once -Wears a vengestone alloy bracer instead when in his civilian outfit

Shade: -Same as Invizable: His element of Shadow is tied to the element of Light so if anything bad happens to Invizable, the same happens to him (eg Invizable burns his hand, Shade burns the same hand in a similar accident) -Will hurt whoever Invizable has a grudge against -Hates talking -Really loves beanbags -Eternally stuck in a goth phase -Loves wolves -Is a closet furry and has a wolf fursona -Younger cousin of Invizable -Huge fan of heavy metal -Can only play the violin, all other instruments are either out of tune or offbeat -Has a pilot’s licence -Can’t stand in bright light for too long or he’ll lose his physical form -Also can’t stand in complete darkness for too long or he’ll lose control of his element -Loves to pick fights for seemingly no reason -Extremely rich and loves being spoiled -Loves dark chocolates with raspberry filling and Black Forest cake -Knows ALL the other EMs’ secrets and will trade them in exchange for food

Skylor: -Really hates noodles -Also knows all the EMs’ secrets and will sell them for money -Everyone else fusses over her as if she were a child and she HATES it -okay maybe she enjoys Karlof pampering her occasionally -Is a really good chef -Loves Ice Cream -Can’t use makeup at all -Has sharp snake-like fangs after her tranformation -Hates snakes and the Serpentine after her time in the cult -Has no proper sleep schedule and often ends up falling asleep at the worst times -Complains about her family issue with Griffin -Loves the feeling of having every element at once, makes her feel confident -Loses control over her powers if she takes in too many elements within a short period of time -Elements used are weaker than their pure forms -Doesn’t like using the element of Smoke or Earth as she ends up dirty -Neat freak -Adores being spoiled -Once tried short hair, never tried again -Enjoys using the power of Form to mess with people -Often hosts gatherings for the EMs in the restaurant -Memes a lot Toxkita: -Eyes glow in the dark -Dyed her hair neon green to show support for Chamile’s decision to dye hers purple -Runs all the betting pooling -Is a really good chemist -Really good at comforting people -Enjoys being the center of attention -Unable to get drunk -Hates wearing sleeves -Hates strong winds (as they make it hard for her to control the direction of her toxins) -Enjoys teasing Shade by making fun of his goth stuff -Wears spiky collars and wristbands even when it’s not appropriate -Uses brass knuckles to fight -Has a habit of cheating while playing board games -Has piercings -Has killed before (on accident, while practicing her powers) -did i mention she and chamile, shade, and ash are all in love -Rides a loud motorcycle -Used to smoke before her smoke mixed with Ash’s smoke once and nearly killed him -Aggressively vacuums if anyone makes her upset -Braids everyone’s hair -Loves everything neon

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