#and it was fucking epic duel

[artharakka]

–"And you think you'll need ten people against me? Seriously. What sort of a coward are you?”

–"Oh, not at all. They’re just for show. I challenge you to a duel."

–"A duel. Sure. Here?"

–"Here."

– "What do I get if I win?"

–"I'll tell you where Kelian is."

–"Hard to tell me that if you're dead."

–"Then maybe don't kill me."

#@iijadraws' character Vernonia faced the bandit leader Areta after she had tracked Verna down and ambushed her #and it was fucking epic duel #dnd #d&d #Heartland campaign #ttrpg #comic #Vernonia #Areta #tw blood #bc SOMEONE decided to fucking chop the antagonist's arm off!!

[ilovemesomevincentprice]

Vincent Price as Erasmus Craven and Boris Karloff as Dr. Scarabus wizard duel to the death

The Raven (1963) dir. Roger Corman

#vincent price #boris karloff #wizard #the raven #duel #wizardry #wizard duel #epic #legends going at it #do you dare stop them?....i wouldn't even try #vinny p #edgar allan poe #roger corman #i fucking love this movie #its so ridiculous its good #and the effects are amazing.. #bicon #bisexual #god #fav #horror #old horror movies #vintage #movie #actor #handsome #gif #gifs made by me #gif set

[circle-around-again]

the maul fans may not have much but we have the fucking best Star Wars orchestral track and we don’t talk about or use it enough

#listening to duel of the fates again duuuuuude it’s epic #it’s his fucking theme song #FUCK YEAH #maul

[eldrichthingy]

I'm getting more and more obsessed with Orin. She's honestly my favorite villain in the whole game I love her so much-

#I love her motivations and story #and although my dark urge dueled her and killed her in one move her transformation was so fucking epic (and for what?.. #to die immediately after??) #the scene before the fight- her shapeshifting into you and talking in your voice+ #I GOT GOOSEBUMPS from voice acting!!! #she's so beautiful :'( #nonsims #delete later #olya's rambles #bg3 spoilers

[mugirmu]

ive heard of lots of people having frequent crash issues when playing dragon age origins on pc, but ive been lucky... 3rd crash ever was just now in the battle of denerim 😭😭😭 its no big deal because im a frequent saver, not even at the archdemon yet either, but RIP my immersion HSKDBSBDKS

#AAAGH THIS GAME IS SO GOOD I LOVE IT LOVE IT LOVE IT #all today ive finished the landsmeet and every other thing i wanted to do or check up on and this past hour or so? battle of denerim babyyy #when i played as a wee lad i never got past the assemble your armies part of the game #ive done so so much more than i ever had and im about to finish it!!! i really am!!!! #i LOVED the landsmeet and EVERYTHING SINCE THEN its so EPIC and da:o is a GREAT FUCKING GAAAANE #FOR FERELDEN!!! FOR THE GREY WARDENS!!!!!!!!!!!! GO KING ALISTAIR GOOOOO #anyway time to load in and do this one battle again i was almost finished with it >:((( #oh also HOLY SHIT RIP RIORDAN like i knew he had to die because the sacrifice is up to me but NOOO I WAS SCREAMING #also i had planned earlier to do morrigan's ritual (male warden) but when actually making the decision.... it was hard #i was thinking of what my warden would do. that he was totally ready to make the Sacrifice if he had to. and protect alistair the soon-king #but in the end i decided that zevran was more important to him than following honor in this situation #in death; sacrifice. but not today #also speaking of pre-made choices i almost backed out on: i also planned to have alistair rule alone #and he is! thats what ended up happening and im happy with it. but i sat there for like 15 minutes debating with myself #on if i should marry him to anora and have them rule jointly or not #but no :) maybe another playthrough #i LOVED the cutscene of alistair executing loghain. who can deny his ascension when he beat the snake in an honorable duel #ugh i know im ranting but ive never played or even seen videos of the landsmeet and the battle of denerim before and im SO EXCITED #YOU!! YES YOU!! LISTEN HERE!! IF YOU LIKE FANTASY YOU SHOULD REALLY PLAY DRAGON AGE ORIGINS #i know ive already spoiled it some but uwu forget

[faithfulcat111]

ST Epic Cycle AU feat. Buckingham as Menelaus and Helen

Quotes are from The Illiad, The Orestia, The Odyssey, and Helen

#st epic cycle au #buckingham #robin buckley #chrissy cunningham #i just think menelaus and helen are really neat #i mean it seems clear that they really love each other #(plus a lot of versions have the second kidnapping of helen be by Hera to keep her safe and it is an illusion that Paris actually kidnaps) #(which is fucking interesting to consider) #(also i've loved menelaus since osp's video where he “is riding in circles frothing at the mouth yelling 'come back here and die like a man #you know the works XD) #this was when Paris vanished during their one on one duel #one of my fav odypen fics has her catching Odysseus trying to talk to Penelope (when they are just meeting) #and afterwards he is just like “am i dead? did she kill me?” penelope: “no” odysseus: “she is terrifying” #as is her right though #faith edits

[eradicatetehnormal]

Shout Out to Poseidon Entertainment

Disney World Orlando's #1 hater:

I don't feel like gathering more videos for evidence

#poseidon entertainment #no but the way Disney showed NOTHING that could compete with Epic universe #like universal not only has HP but NINTENDO to use as IPs #that's even more money they could steal #disney world #theme parks #orlando #disney could compete by adding sega attractions #fucking add Atlus idk #give me a Catherine Duel coaster #Youtube

[uncouth-the-fifth]

i'd like to report a crime - Leon Kennedy/Reader

read it on Ao3.

Pairing: Agent!Leon/Detective!Wife!Reader Tags: anxious work stress + leon comfort!!, leon being a fucking goober Notes: when i'm at work I'm always picturing him swooping in to save me...... leon kennedy if you can hear me please protect me from 9-5 hell... and like I said before, I would LOVE requests or prompts for this fic, I have so many ideas but I can't commit to any of them lol.

Standing in the bullpen at work today, you had a thought. Maybe they called it “medieval torture” because that was a whole lot catchier than “a shitty day at the busiest police precinct in Washington DC.”

It certainly felt like medieval torture to you. Before you’d even stepped into your big girl pants this morning, you knew that today was going to suck. Plain and simple. Suck. Yet another presidential event was bringing the Secret Service’s jurisdiction into your already hectic station, meaning that big square dudes in suits were going to be breathing down your neck until quitting time. You had three huge active cases that needed your attention. One of those cases came pre-packaged with a deeply annoying lawyer, who, in your professional opinion, has his head shoved a foot up his ass. He will absolutely be showing up to bother you today.

And worst of all: in your haste to get to work (Leon had put some serious effort into making you late), you’d accidentally worn a pair of super uncomfortable shoes! So now every waking moment of your existence was bonafide torture.

Clamping your jaw, you glance up from the paperwork in front of you and check your watch. Three o’clock. Right, okay, you can work with that.

You slap your hands down on your desk as you push out of your seat, and it gets a satisfying yelp out of the man sitting cross-legged beside it. He bristles up like a porcupine and nasally complains, “Where are you going, Detective Kennedy? You said we could—”

“Coffee, Douglas,” you bite back to said lawyer.

The last thing you want right now is some of the lousy, watered-down coffee from the station’s breakroom, but taking mini-breaks at your desk is just not an option anymore. Douglas has been camped out there from the moment you clocked in, and since you both refuse to budge, he’s going to stay there. Breakroom it is. You wince the whole way there, cursing your shoes from hell.

Someone forgot to start another pot of joe, so you have the absolute pleasure of doing it yourself. A small blessing in disguise, really. You give the glass pot your best thousand-yard-stare the whole time it heats the water, and just when the outline of it is starting to burn behind your eyelids, you’re jolted out of your glazed reverie by a cheerful, “Detective Kennedy!”

The officer appears at your side like she was there the entire time, and you wouldn’t put it past her—Giana is the latest in a long line of rookies who have imprinted on you over the years. Good kid, but a little on the overeager side.

She gives you a sympathetic frown and launches into way too much bubbly talking for your aching head to handle. “Heyo! Man, it’s crazy today, huh? You look beat, detective. Hey, think of it this way—just a few more hours and we’ll be home free! Any fun plans tonight?”

The question triggers a movie-style flashback sequence in your mind, complete with black-and-white visuals and some tasteful dream fog. Leon, your husband, boredly poking around the aisles of a new Target by your place. Leon discovering the boys' toy section. Leon, your beautiful, amazing husband, going starry-eyed at the massive NERF Elite Titan CS-50 Toy Blaster, which you’re pretty sure you need a license to operate.

He’d tapped the Nerf box like a boy on Christmas morning. “150 foam bullets, baby.”

But it would take a lot of energy to relay all of that to Giana. So instead of explaining that you’re having an epic Nerf duel with Leon when you get home (no headshots, loser makes dinner), you cooly answer: “...Spending time with my husband.”

Giana hums. “It’s so weird to me that you’re married…” (Thanks.) “I can’t even picture you not grinding away at some case.”

The coffee machine burbles out its last sad spit of coffee. You pour a good amount into your mug, smiling, “Oh, Leon’s just as bad. We’re both married to our work. He’s just my favorite mistress, s’all.”

Giana opens her mouth to launch into another cheery tirade you can’t catch up with. You like the girl, but on top of being way too eager, she’s also painfully see-through. For example, you don’t even have to turn around to know that a gloriously hot guy has just walked into the bullpen behind you. It’s written all over Giana’s owlish look over your shoulder. Hell, you can even clock that he’s heading straight this way—not only does Giana cross herself to bid away impure thoughts of the stranger, but she evaporates into smoke out of pure shyness.

“Look out!” She stage-whispers.

Aw. Poor girl, you think as she waddles away. Considering who’s going to be unloading a clip of foam bullets into you later this evening, (what a strange double entendre), you’re basically immune to hot guys. You can handle this.

“Excuse me, detective, I’d like to report a crime?”

All sense of professionalism poofs off your face at that familiar voice. You whirl to face your husband, and in one swift slash, the ten ton weight of your stress is slapped clean off your back.

Leon’s resting stare has slowly been absorbed by his Serious Agent Face. But today, he’s smoldering less in the business way and more in the off-duty model way. In a white tee, jeans, and racing-striped leather jacket, he certainly looks the part, clean-shaven and dewy-skinned. Fuck him and his unblemished skin. What Umbrella moisturizer was he using back in the day, dammit?

You’re capable of joking again and fall flawlessly into the bit. “Of course. What kind of crime, beautiful?”

He isn’t really able to look flustered, but you think you get close to the impossible with the way his head tilts at that line. You notice that he’s hiding something behind his back.

“A theft,” he answers. The tiniest smirk twitches on his mouth. “My heart’s been stolen.”

…What a fucking cornball. The tragic part is that you find the joke pretty funny, and not completely in the ironic way. He waits for you to giggle and twirl your hair or what-the-fuck-ever, but you refuse to give him the satisfaction, ducking into his quick hug to grin into his shoulder.

You groan at his awful joke. “Jesus. You need a fork for all that corn, Leon?”

“I take mine off the cob,” he drawls in your ear. With that voice, he could make anything sound suggestive.

You’re about to pout at him for failing to return your hug, when you draw back and see that his hands are full. It’s then that Leon presents his bounty to you, bowing his head and holding his trophies aloft like a knight giving respect to his princess: in one hand, one of the stupid expensive coffees you like, and in the other… your comfiest work flats.

“How?” is the first thing your fish brain manages to say. Because, truly, how does he always know? The coffee, the shoes— “Did you put a tracker in me? One that tells you everything I’ve been complaining about all day?”

You go slumping down into the nearest seat, mystified by him. Leon sets the still-steaming coffee down in front of you and kneels, stooping to help you out of your shoes-from-hell. The strap around your ankle has rubbed the bone raw even through your tights. He gets the clasp loose on the first shoe with little fussing, then soothes the skin with tender brushes of his thumb.

“Mhm,” he hums. All you can see of him from this angle is the layers of color in his hair, deep browns and ash blondes blending into one another. The smug pride in his voice is obvious—he loves knowing he’s read you well. “Tells me when you’re hungry, too. Have lunch with me?”

Please god, your body begs. Just picturing it loosens some of the tension in your neck. Like last time, the two of you would play-fight over where to eat, and your cute little delivery boy would go pick up the winner. That way, you wouldn’t have to waste a single moment of your allotted thirty-minute lunch. Leon would pull up a seat at your desk (maybe scare Douglas off with a flash of his badge), and you’d get a blissful, uninterrupted dose of him. Enough to get you through the rest of your shift.

He’d be too deep in Professional Agent Mode to babble like he does at home, but Leon’s raspy chuckles and his hand on your knee would tide you over til’ five.

…But no, the universe is never that kind to you. You wince at Leon’s offer and drop an apologetic hand to his shoulder, still knelt at your feet and working on your other shoe. He’s too good to you. “M’ sorry, baby, but I think I’m gonna have to work through lunch if I wanna get home on time. Rain check?”

He doesn’t mind. He throws a squinty warning stare your way, not happy that you’re getting dangerously close to overworking yourself, but he understands.

A sly smile creeps onto Leon’s face as he helps you slip on a flat. “I could talk to your Captain. What if you were pulled away for a ‘federal emergency?’”

“Then I think me and my Captain would implode from stress,” you laugh. “He’d think I’d been drawn into some national crisis or something.”

Leon scoffs. “That’s only happened, like, once.”

The other flat welcomes your poor, aching foot like a jacuzzi hot tub, and you take a deep magical sip of the overpriced coffee he got special for you. It trumps the watery breakroom joe any day.

For a minute you’re so stupidly happy that you could easily punch a boulder clean off a cliff. Hell, you might even twirl your hair.

“One too many times!” You groan. Since he’s being all cute and kneeling at your feet, you can’t resist poking him a couple of times to be silly. In the chest. In the cheek. In the heart. Stage-whispering, you accuse, “I think you just like having excuses to work with me.”

Leon finishes helping you into your shoes, but he’s in no hurry to leave his spot. One of his rough hands finds yours in your lap and toys with your wedding band, twisting it, testing the groove where it’s been sitting for a few years now. Those big blue eyes fix on your face. You’re married to the guy, but something about being the subject of all his naked attention makes you feel like shrieking into a damn pillow. He’s the best. Judging by that mean little smile on his face, he knows it’s true.

He gives your hand a little squeeze and points out, “I was your partner before anyone else. We never got our buddy cop beat—so yes, I will shove myself into your world since I can’t pull you into mine.”

You’re grateful he still thinks that way. Getting him to talk about Raccoon is harder than pulling teeth, but this—your partnership, whether that be as cops in an imaginary second life, or as husband and wife—never fails to pry him right open.

You’d been asked before if it was frustrating, how your paths had split after the city had blown. The two of you had come from the same spot and endured the same things, but where Leon had soared up, you’d kept to what you knew. No part of you envied him for it. In his mind, the two of you were still the same unit you’d been then, endlessly loyal to one another. You watched Leon’s back and—clearly, he watched yours.

“You’re my favorite,” you tell him, sweetly petting his chin. “I’m gonna fucking destroy you at our Nerf duel when I get home.”

All the buttery tenderness wipes from his face, and in an instant he’s on his feet, clapping a scarred hand down onto your shoulder and bending to whisper fiercely in your ear. “I’d like to see you try.”

He smushes a kiss to your cheek, waves a friendly, “See ya,” and melts back into the current of the rowdy bullpen. You hate to see him leave, but by god, you love to watch him go.

A few seconds after Leon says his goodbye, Giana, your rookie, peers around the open door of the break room. Her patchy blush goes all the way down to her uniform collar. “...Nevermind. I can definitely picture you married, Detective Kennedy…”

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Ask to be added to my Leon taglist!

#leon kennedy drabble #leon kennedy/reader #leon kennedy x reader #uncouthre #leon kennedy #resident evil #user uncouth

[prettynice8]

Kinkmas Day 12: Lingerie

Pairing: Eijiro Kirishima x male reader

This guy

Summary: So, you say some shit to Bakugo, and he WRECKS your uniform, making Kirishima kinked up

Warnings: Kissing, biting/markings, sex, lingerie DUH but in the form of a torn-up costume.

Word count: 1,356

You were practicing, which you don't often do. Fighting fellow children to get better at ruthlessly beating the shit out of other people in the future, not exactly your thing. Though today was different because you heard that it was a men's only practice, fucking score. None of those women ruining anything by being there, now you could admire your classmates without anyone intervening, and this practice went hard as fuck, tee hee.

Everyone was in their hero outfits to make it seem more real, and holy shit were you wet, watching people duke it out, everyone surrounding them, cheering them as their sweaty bodies clash into one and other.

The people fighting currently were Bakugo, who was possibly the most annoying kid in the grade, and Kirishima, who was one of the hotter men, especially in that shirtless costume, you would fuck both of them honestly.

When the fight was done, everyone went off to do their own training, except you, who just stood there, only being here to ogle at the hot men. You just kind of stayed in a corner uncomfortably, your skin tight costume not helping much.

You just stood there until finally Bakugo came over to you screaming.

"What the fuck are you doing just standing here idiot!" He shouted, coming really close to you, so much so you could feel his hot breath on your face. He had that angry look on his face.

"Fuck off, I'm not affecting your life at all, go thrust your dick in a hot pocket or whatever desperate people like you do." You flared back. You honestly weren't even that mad at what he said, you just really didn't like him, doesn't mean you wouldn't suck his dick until it turned into laffy taffy though.

He stared back at you, rage filling his face. He grabs you by the chest, surprisingly having a firm grip with how tight it is.

"LISTEN HERE MOTHER FUCKER, BITCHES LIKE YOU HAVE NO RIGHT TO TALK TO ME LIKE THAT! I WILL FUCK YOUR SHIT UP; I WILL EXPLODE THAT STUPID LOOK ON YOUR FACE WHORE!" He shouted at you once again, this time a lot more aggressive as you can tell with the all caps. You just stared at him, completely apathetic to his tantrum. It was also at this point that his little bitch drew attention to the two of you.

"You would like to fuck my shit up wouldn't you queer." You said, looking him dead in the eye. Every He looks PISSED, his grip previously on your costume is now caging you in, the smell of smoke originating from his hand is apparent in the air.

Kirishima notices this and actually worries that Bakugo might kill you and goes in between the two of you. Bakugo tries to reach over him but is unable to.

"FIGHT ME YOU PUSSY!" He shouted, now just spewing shit out of his mouth.

"Bakugo, calm down." Kirishima demanded gently in his sweet smile. "You're being over dr-"

"Sure," you cut Kirishima off.

Everyone stared at you, astonished, the queer that just sits there and looks pretty is actually going to fight Katsuki Bakugou, and that's exactly what you do.

It's an epic battle, truly one for the ages. Every hero in training there is astonished with how well you hold yourself, not faltering once. Such a duel that would rival the best in his- and you lost immediately.

Twinks can't fight as easily as that, which is your excuse when everyone asks you what kind of pathetic excuse of a fight was that, if it could even be called such.

Oh, and there's one other thing. Bakugo let off quite the explosive blast and uh, completely wrecked your costume, and I mean WRECKED. It is in tatters, holes and tears throughout the whole thing. You also don't have anything under it because of how fucking breath takingly tight it is... including underwear.

So here you are, standing practically naked in front of all of your classmates. Not a word from any of them, they're all too stunned to speak, except for that cocky bastard Bakugo.

"Fucking slut, I knew you couldn't fight for shit." He degraded, laughing his ass off.

"As if this wasn't your plan this entire time, trying to see me naked. That's really weird Bakugo, why would you do something like that? I would've done it if you just asked." You teased, causing his rage to boil back up to the surface. He walks towards you, ready to beat the shit out of you again, but Kirishima stands between the two of you once again as well.

He puts his hands in front of both you and Bakugo, separating the two of you. Kirishima tries to fight off Bakugo once again as he screams at you.

"FUCKING WHORE BITCH SLUT, SAY THAT TO ME ONE MORE TIME!"

"God you're thirsty for me." You said, not affected by any part of this whole ordeal. Kirishima continues to struggle with Bakugo, fending him off from attacking you. During his attempt, he accidently grips onto your exposed nipple tightly, causing both of you to blush, and pull away from each other. This leaves Bakugou with the perfect opportunity to charge after you, in which Kirishima catches him in the act, throwing him to the ground.

Kirishima then leads you out of the area so you can change, among other things. You just go along with it, rather be here than out where everyone can see you naked, you'd rather do it in a place that isn't so chilly.

You think he's just being a nice guy, until he leads you into the supply room. He locks the door behind the two of you, then kissing you deeply, in which you instantly reciprocate.

"I'm sorry, but you just looked so hot with that tattered uniform." He apologized.

"I usually have that effect on people." You bluntly said, he laughs at your remark before going back to kissing you. Sticking his tongue in your mouth, exploring it. He then entangles his tongue with yours.

He then lays kisses down your neck, stopping when he gets down to your nipples, sucking and nipping at them. His hands then go down to grab your exposed ass, causing a loud moan to exude from your mouth.

Then, to your surprise, he takes off his pants and reveals his girthy cock with a medium length, a big red bush at the base. He picks you up by your thighs, you react instantly by wrapping your legs around his hips as he sets your back to the wall.

"Are you ready?" He asked,

"Fuck me already." You responded, horny as all hell.

Fuck you he does, shoving his big dick in your ass. He starts off slowly, easing in so he doesn't hurt you. He kisses you, hoping for you to calm down so he can ease in better, which works quite well.

He starts to speed up, making you moan much louder. He then starts to lick open parts of your costume that lead straight to your skin. The feeling of his warm tongue causes you to moan somehow even louder.

He starts to exclusively lock on your perky nipples, using his shark teeth to nibble at them. The sensation of his teeth on your sensitive nips nearly enough to make you cum from that alone, but when you add his dick pounding into your ass makes your climax all the closer.

His hands have a bruising grip on your ass as he thrusts up into you continuously, chasing both of your climaxes, which is exactly what happens.

You cum all over his stomach, he follows in closely after a few more thrusts, shooting his thick load in your ass.

"Holy fuck that was amazing." He panted, head laying on your shoulder while he quickly gasped for breath. He then sets you on the ground, holding you steady so you don't fall over on the floor with your shaky legs.

"Let's do it again." You said, leaving the room, still wearing the torn uniform.

THE END

#x reader #x male reader #x reader smut #x male reader smut #reader #reader smut #male reader #male reader smut #mha #mha smut #mha x reader #mha x reader smut #mha x male reader #mha x male reader smut #kirishima #kirishima smut #kirishima x reader smut #kirishima x reader #kirishima x male reader #kirishima x male reader smut

[gffa]

I ENJOY hearing you talk about Star Wars stuff you enjoyed ✨ please do as you wish 👑

Well, then you are in luck, because GUESS WHO JUST GOT BACK FROM SEEING THE PHANTOM MENACE IN THE THEATER and is ready to yell at you all about how much I love that fucking movie. It's kind of cliche to say it, but I think it's honestly true: George Lucas' movies are meant for the big screen. Sure, I have a reasonably sized TV at home and it looks great there, but there's something magical about seeing Otoh Gunga come up on the giant screen. There's something magical about seeing tiny baby Anakin race through Beggar's Canyon in full screen. There's something breathtaking at hearing Duel of the Fates start up and seeing that climactic lightsaber battle up there on the giant screen. I love that movie, I've rewatched it before, nothing in it was a surprise Except the overall ~*EXPERIENCE*~ of it just hits different in a theater. It's big and epic and magical when you go see it as it was meant to be seen. Sure, that's me as a prequels stan saying that, I wanted to be charmed into this feeling, so it worked for me. Maybe it wouldn't for others, but if you love that silly, ridiculous, wonderful, brilliant, dumbass movie, then I would love to see you get a chance to watch it as it was intended, if you can. 💕

#lumi.txt #star wars #the phantom menace

[charlottan]

stop scrolling

let me sit you down and tell you about my favorite crossover in separate medias that i know of. Nonagon Infinity by King Gizzard and the Lizard Wizard (2016 psych rock album) and Dhalgren by Samuel R. Delaney (1975 lgbtq postmodern sci fi monolith novel). there isnt much to it but what there IS is a lot. to me.

FIRST SOME BACKGROUND ON DHALGREN

It was written in 1975 by author SAMUEL R DELANY. It is about the fictional city of BELLONA. BELLONA has been impacted by an AMBIGUOUS APOCALYPTIC CATASTROPHE. The remaining citizens live in a free for all society where safety is not guaranteed. The novel focuses on a mentally ill outsider who doesnt remember his name and is given the name "Kidd", or "The Kid", despite being in his mid-to-late twenties. Kidd is witness to much bloodshed and mayhem in the city, and that's about it for context. NOW ONTO THE POST!

first look at them.

you knowwwww theyre both red. that should tell you a lot already.

then theres the subject matter itself. imagine an insane album about apocalypse and killing and mayhem, featuring lyrics such as "the night is young, full of sin ... so let's start killing things", "time to drop, fuck shit up ... my coffin's all i see", and "so let's start dueling here / I have nothing to fear / I'm grinning ear to ear". Clearly you can already see that this is a Fucked Up and also Epic album. now imagine if there was a book that also had such Fucked Up Themes of Killing and Slaughter and it touched on issues of race and gender in 1975 🤯THAT WOULD BE QUITE THE BOOK I, THINK!!!!!!!!!!! but i digress.

There is also specific EVIDENCE. In the beginning of the book, a TRUCK takes the main character into the city of Bellona. just like ROAD TRAIN from the song ROAD TRAIN, which i have recently learned is about a TRUCK and not a TRAIN!

there also exist in DHALGREN a great many of "SCORPIONS", GANGSTERS who use holographic technology to disguise themselves as animals such as BUGS and things. NOT UNLIKE PEOPLE-VULTURES, ONE MIGHT THINK!!!!

ALSO there is the line in MR BEAT that goes "nova sunshine while I nap". not only is this a nod (in MY interpretation) to a great SUN EVENT in the novel wherein the sun grows larger, but it is ALSO a nod to Nova, another of samuel r delaney's novels. MIND-BLOWN!!!!!!

THEN there is the line in EVIL DEATH ROLL "the speed of light has slowed apace". The main character in the book experiences mental illness and strange perceptive events including large chunks of time disappearing from his perception!!! which is analogous to time being fucky!! in my opinion.

AND NOW FOR THE MAIN EVENT

It is well known that the album NONAGON INFINITY loops around from the end to the beginning! this is a great marvel of Technology and Songwriting.

BUT DID YOU KNOW THAT DHALGREN DOES THE SAME EXACT THING???

I DROP MY MIC

#VOILA

[rius-cave]

Thinking of Lucifer playing violin and Adam playing guitar, but don't know if I prefer them dueting together or old fashioned "Devil went down to Georgia"-fiddle-contest-for-your-soul style like how Alastor and Lucifer were trying to one-up each other on the violin and piano in "Hell's Greatest Dad". If it was a music battle, it would be ten times more epic and flashy than Luci's feud with Alastor. Epic and cosmic, angelic/demonic light raining from the sky, crispy solos splitting the earth and parting the clouds, thunderous and booming, blinding and powerful, celestial and super fucking rad.

But also the idea of Adam and Luci gently strumming at each other in tall, swaying grass sounds sweet too.

Oooooo! What about both?! Like they start clashing, going at each other's throats, singing at each other as an argument about the past, low-blows, pulling no punches, about "You think you're so much better than me?!", about "At least I was actually there for my kid, you worthless deadbeat!", or "She never loved you!" Until they're screaming at each other and crying, because "You took everything from me!", "I never meant to!", "I tried! I fucking tried my best up there, even when I knew I wasn't enough because my family needed me and I was drowning and fucking up but I tried!" Before you know it, they're exhausted and have maybe reached common ground, and now they're leaning into each other under a tree, quietly plucking strings and crooning about, instead of cutting each other with their broken pieces, seeing if they can bring their broken parts together.

I love both ideas to be honest!!! I'd really want any kind of duet tbh, a violent duel, a sweet duet, or an angsty ballad, every flavor is good lolol

That scenario sounds like it would be really emotionally charged though, aaauugghhhh going through 10000+ years worth of trauma in under 3 minutes lmao

#hazbin hotel #adamsapple #ask

[tang0w0tek]

Actual dsmp lore bits that I don't think we talk about much

- Sally was never retconned, it's been two years and STILL it is canon that c!Wilbur fucked a fish and somehow Fundy was born

- c!Sapnap is c!BBH's son

- c!Dream has a hidden bunker under c!Tommy's old hillside base (which is honestly creepy as fuck–)

- It is also apparently canon that c!Wilbur reproduces asexually and birthed c!Fundy from his toe (don't ask–)

- c!Tommy just wanted the Egg to tell c!BBH to swear

- c!Tommy made his own therapy business once and I don't remember how it went tbh but I'm guessing not well

- c!Fundy is canonically trans (although that might've been retconned idk– I hope not though–) (update: yes it was retconned)

- cc!Purpled was late to the L'Manburg duel stream because he was out eating a burrito and everyone started streaming "War!" but traffic caused him and his (brother? sibling? Idk whoever drove Purpled to the burrito place) to get home late

- people in cc!Jack's chat called him Jack L'Manifold in his first dsmp or first L'manburg stream which is an epic pun

- mexican dream's ghost is just in a cursed class by himself. I remember watching that stream after a driver's ed zoom meeting at my aunt's house and being like "what the fuck what is going on"

- c!Puffy sued c!Jack for hotel ownership (Puffy being on Tommy's side, but of course now the hotel got fUCKING BLOWN UP– WHY MUST EVERYTHING ON THIS SERVER GET BLOWN UP HHHH)

– c!Sapnap was addicted to blaze powder and was actually one of the drug van's best customers

- DreamXD is a huge c!George simp

-  c!Fundy said he read the Warrior cats books and asked c!Schlatt and c!Quackity if they knew what they were (ty to @echolocati0n-art for letting me know the warriors thing was real)

#dsmp #dreamsmp #wilbur soot #c!wilbur #c!wilbur soot #dream smp #not an incorrect quote #purpled #captain puffy #mexican dream #jack manifold #c!jack manifold #c!captain puffy #c!badboyhalo #badboyhalo #sapnap #fundy #tommyinnit #c!sapnap #c!fundy #c!tommyinnit #sally the salmon #c!dreamwastaken #dreamwastaken #dreamxd #antfrost #c!antfrost #c!georgenotfound #georgenotfound #cursed dsmp lore

[racefortheironthrone]

With how much focus she has received since the beginning of the Krakoa era, what are your thoughts on Storm ? And do you agree on the perception that she's becoming something of a Mary Sue?

I’m going to start with a mini-rant about the Mary Sue.

To the extent that there is any validity to the term at all, it is solely and exclusively within the realm of fanfiction. A Mary Sue is an OC (original character) whose supposed annoying omni-competence is really secondary to the main problem with the character, which is that they warp the narrative away from the main characters of the source material - Kirk and Spock or Picard and Data stop doing things that drive the plot, and instead just stand around asking "where's Poochie?"

Outside of fanfiction and in the realm of the media that gives rise to fanfiction, a prominent character who is incredibly talented and powerful and who makes the plot center around them is called a fucking protagonist - so no, Rey isn’t a Mary Sue, Carol Danvers isn’t a Mary Sue, Katniss Everdeen isn't a Mary Sue - none of them are Mary Sues and anyone who claims otherwise is showing that they have deep-seated Issues with female protagonists in their fiction.

Is Storm a Mary Sue?

Even if we weren't talking about the most prominent black woman character in fiction, I would consider this question pretty damn offensive, both because no one would ever ask this question about a male character and - in a franchise packed to the gills with hyper-powerful women who make the plots revolve around them and who even get the complementary Love Triangle - no one sends me asks about any of those (white) women.

But to answer your question: no, Storm is not a Mary Sue - she's the main character of the X-Men.

See, when Chris Claremont took over X-Men in 1975, he did so with a brand-new cast of characters, the so-called "All-New, All-Different X-Men." In no small part because they were far more diverse and more colorful than the O5 (suburban WASPs one and all), most of these characters would become break-out stars and the core of the X-Men from that day to this.

However, Claremont didn't vibe with all of the All-New X-Men equally: he had Sunfire quit the team (repeatedly), he killed off Thunderbird for shock value (a death that has only been reversed this last year), he would have killed off Wolverine if John Byrne hadn't stopped him (Claremont would later turn around on Logan once he worked out his voice), etc.

But one character that he vibed with right from the beginning was Ororo Monroe. From the very beginning, Claremont's Storm is the most powerful of the All-New X-Men, both in terms of her powers and in terms of her personality, being the only person who can face down Logan. At the same time, she's complicated by her struggles with crippling claustrophobia caused by the Suez Crisis-induced trauma of her childhood.

After a few years, Claremont tired of the African Nature Goddess routine and had Storm experience an almost total transformation that nonetheless was completely grounded in her character. Feeling overly limited by the total emotional control required of her powers, Ororo undergoes a subtextual lesbian awakening in Tokyo's underground punk scene and emerges out the other side a free spirit, leader of the X-Men, and Queen of the Morlocks.

In his most audacious move in LifeDeath I and II, Claremont had Storm lose her powers thanks to Forge's anti-mutant tech - and then defeat Cyclops in a duel for command of the X-Men without her powers - and then regain her powers in an epic cycle that saw the X-Men die and be reborn as outlaw heroes in the Australian Outback.

In sum, Storm was clearly Claremont's favorite character and, as a result had the most interesting character journey over his 16-year run on X-Men.

Storm in Krakoa

And then Storm basically lay fallow for almost thirty years. In no small part due to the pioneering work done by Claremont with this character, later writers were frankly too intimidated to touch the character and so starting in the 90s, Storm was increasingly sidelined in the comics in favor of the characters that were commercially "hot" at the time - Wolverine and Gambit, especially.

In the 2000s, the most significant thing to happen to Storm was her marriage to T'challa. While I think Reggie Hudlin had mostly good intentions with this decision - he wanted to create a black power couple at Marvel and thus put together Marvel's most prominent black man and black woman into a relationship - the result was to make Storm a supporting character in Black Panther comics, rather than a main character in X-Men comics.

I would argue that it is only recently with the advent of Al Ewing as a major writer in the X-office with S.W.O.R.D, X-Men Red, and Storm and the Brotherhood of Mutants that we've gotten a writer who's not afraid to write Storm as she deserves to be written - as the most powerful of the X-Men, the Regent of Arrako and the Voice of Sol, the standard-bearer of Magneto's legacy, and a woman trying to balance the demands of two planets and her own desires.

#X-men #x men meta #xmen #xmen meta #krakoa #chris claremont #ororo munroe #storm

[johaerys-writes]

The Troy movie kills off Menelaus. Agree or disagree with the script change?

There is literally NO script change in the Troy movie that I agree with lmao, and Menelaus dying is no exception. Like where do I even begin? From the fact that it is blatantly incorrect? That it completely disregards and throws in the trash Menelaus' later role in the Iliad? That he is supposed to protect and carry Patroclus' body back to the camp (hello??) That he is supposed to survive the war and take Helen back to Sparta (an important detail of the Epic Cycle), and then also appear in the Odyssey to welcome Telemachus and his crew in his home? Like who is supposed to do all those things if Menelaus is dead?

And, okay, let's say that the directors of a shitty Hollywood movie don't give a shit about all that. You have Menelaus of Sparta, the owner of the finest thighs in the Achaean army, be killed by Hector?? Fucking-- Hector? Like I'm willing to forgive a lot but this is just irredeemable. First of all, Hector would never. To have him intercept the duel that is meant to decide the course of the war and which was agreed upon by both sides, to save his bro from supposedly ruthless, bloodthirsty Menelaus? That's just such nonsense characterisation and something unthinkable in the world of the Iliad, a transgression permissible only to a god-- which is what actually happens in the story. Like, I really don't know if Hector or Paris would have been able to go back to Troy and face the Trojan soldiers after having done something like that. The fact that Paris violated Menelaus' hospitality and took off with Helen is a huge thing all by itself, but the fact that Aphrodite had a hand in it is what makes it somewhat acceptable; to have their princes disgrace and humiliate themselves and Troy as a whole like that I think would be a step too far. How the directors even thought of changing something so basic is beyond me.

Second of all, the Troy movie's obsession with framing Hector as the ultimate, most noblest heroic hero PISSES ME OFF like nothing else. As I've said in a previous ask, there are no "heroes" in the modern sense in the Iliad. "Hero" in the Iliad simply means a warrior, a person who does things. The Trojans and the Greeks are similar in customs, battle prowess, culture and refinement despite the infighting and constant bickering of both sides, and despite the fact that the Achaeans are in an imperialistic war against the Trojans. I've heard the argument that the Achaeans are the "barbaric invaders" and the Trojans the "noble invaded" far too often and I simply disagree, this has never been my takeaway while reading the Iliad. Hector, although he's Troy's most powerful, illustrious, loyal defender, a god-honouring person who is kind to his wife, his child, his aging father and mother (there's a lot to sympathise with when it comes to his character), is just as foolhardy, self-important, stubborn, opportunistic and human as any of the Achaeans he interacts with, he isn’t portrayed as being "morally superior" than them in any way because such a thing is irrelevant in the Iliad. It's just not the point of the Iliad to put anyone on a pedestal and elevate them above the others, the humans in the story take a lot of risks and initiatives and their personal struggles matter, but at the end of the day they are all ultimately powerless against the forces of fate and the will of the gods.

TL;DR: to have Menelaus die in the film, and die in such an idiotic way, is a weak-ass, pathetic move that shows no respect for the source material whatsoever, or any of the central characters.

Thanks for the ask! 💙

#also how DARE the movie be so cruel and unfair to one of my favourite blorbos #jail for b&b for one hundred years #menelaus #menelaus of sparta #iliad #Homer's iliad #greek mythology #the only redeemable thing about troy movie is eric bana in that royal blue outfit #like that's it

[animentality]

I'm just saying that it's homophobic or racist or xenophobic or something that Raphael got an epic boss theme that he got to RAP but Gortash didn't like, hire a choir to aggressively serenade you as you dueled at Wyrm's Rock.

Like what the fuck. You know he fucking would. It's also his CORONATION. the choir should already be there anyway.

god forbid you spice the game up.

#baldurs gate 3 #bg3 #enver gortash #no holding out for a hero moment for gortash????