#dual cover reveal

[allthingsdarkanddirty]

#lane hart #db west #xpresso book tours #remy #colt #dual cover reveal #savage kings mc - virginia series

[crtter]

List of New Spamton Lore

This post contains all the new information about Spamton revealed on September 17th and 18th 2022 through the Spamton Sweepstakes and the Twitter Q&A, ranging from the most important reveals to small details, in no particular order!

Spamton might be dual typed, with his two elements being Puppet and Cat. It could also be, however, that he merely meant that the Puppet and the Cat elements share the same elemental weaknesses and that his sole element is Puppet.

Spamton once considered Swatch a close friend who always listened to him and was a shoulder for him to cry on.

Spamton seems to be especially fond of the Mike person he mentions in the game, citing him as the only one he’d spare if he got revenge on all of those who he feels have wronged him and declining to give people any information about him in order to protect him from “THAT [Cathode]’S CREW”.

Spamton is aware “haters” want to inflict bodily damage onto him (especially cover him in milk and throw him against a wall) and his official stance on the subject is “[Cool down with a]!!! WHAT IF ONE DAY, YOU ENDED UP [Killed] ME!?” and “WE DON’T DO THAT WITHOUT [A 72 hour paid Appointment]!!”

Spamton met Noelle before her arrival to Cyber World through her replying to his spam e-mails (implied to be about a supposedly “friend finder” website she tried to find her sister through). She was the only one to ever reply to one of his e-mails and, in return, he sent her a code that, when input into the Cat Petterz 2 game, produced a pipis reminiscent to the Bad Egg glitch from the Pokémon games.

The Pipis Spamton sent Noelle is implied to be the only gift he ever gave someone, since he seems unable to give people goods without trading them for money, even symbolically, either because of his corruption or as a trait of his species.

Spamton is aware people find him attractive and attributes it to his “MASSIVE [Ass]”.

Spamton doesn’t know what his Spamton EX form would have looked like.

Spamton claims that first three letters of the hidden, garbled lyrics hidden in BIG SHOT and as a voice line in the Spamton plush are “F I N”.

Spamton recognizes that his speech contains “[Brackets]“ and “[Random sp4m quotes]” to someone who’s looking at it in text form.

Spamton can repeat pieces of phrases he reads or is told, something he does in four different occasions between the Sweepstakes and the Q&A, which implies some of the things he says might be fully copied and pasted together from other sources.

Spamton claims his favorite food is Mexican food, but very specifically from the Pipis “The Original” restaurant, which is a reference present in the original game.

When answering this particular question, he answered it by repeating phrases taken directly from the restaurant’s Facebook page almost word for word.

Spamton considers himself handsome.

Spamton might know about Jockington and thinks he’d disapprove of his “Pipis Big Shot Fantasyship Ring” product, maybe because Pipis isn’t a real sport.

Spamton is in a certain amount of denial about his downfall.

Spamton made two separate references to being willing to be in a three-way relationship.

Spamton doesn’t like people that aren’t very well acquainted with them referring to his Pipis as eggs and calls them “[The boys]”. He considers the idea of them being used as a food source as pretty barbaric but admits it’d look “DELICIS” and “[Cheap]”.

Spamton knows a certain man is responsible for handing white eggs to people.

Spamton doesn’t seem to remember the Knight (or is pretending not to).

Spamton claims the Cungadero is the “[Nation’s Most Popular Car]”.

Spamton has always been shorter than the other Addisons.

Spamton seems to find non-digital painting an interesting concept and dubbed The Mona Spamton as “[History's First Fully Authentic] PAINTING”.

Spamton describes what happened to him as being made “INTO YOUR [living puppet] AND [enslave me] WITH [visions of glory]”.

Spamton implies that, at one point, he was pushed inside the Queen’s pool and given a swirlie in the mansion’s toilets.

Spamton seems to believe he has “died” in the past in some way.

When asked about his sexual orientation, Spamton claims to “LIKE [anyone and anything] THAT GIVE ME [Money]!!” and to be a “[Business Loving Businessman]”.

The little animated sprite of Spamton dancing borrows some moves from the famous Dancing Baby, a CGI animation from 1996 that’s widely considered to be the first meme.

Spamton finds Queen attractive. More specifically, that she has a “[smoking hot a$$]”, something he mentions in two separate occasions when referring to her.

Spamton appreciates his fans, calling them [Fellow Freaks].

Spamton considers Ralsei a “[scringley]”.

Spamton knows what memes are (he spells them as “m3m3”) and referenced around 11 different memes in both the Sweepstakes and the Q&A.

He specifically referenced the everyteenagers4free hot dog husband post when talking about Jevil, which could imply they’re exes.

Spamton considers Berdly’s statue as the best thing he has ever found in the trash.

Spamton seems to have frequent flashbacks about being evicted from Queen’s mansion.

Spamton thinks the Addisons were never his real friends and were embarrassed to be seen with him because he was “bad for business”.

Spamton knows what Neopets are.

Spamton stuck his nose inside a Cungadero’s auxiliary power outlet at least once.

#god is this long! sorry everyone #Spamton #Deltarune #Spamton Sweepstakes #Spamton Q&A #long post

[proxima-writes]

left my window open, baby

pairing: miguel o’hara x female reader

rating: explicit (18+ MDNI)

word count: 1.9k

summary:

Sometimes when Miguel comes through your window, he wants all the control.

Other times, like tonight, he wants something different.

author’s note:

it’s official. i have miguel o’hara brain rot. if you enjoyed this lil fic, please consider leaving a comment or message bc they make my heart happy!!

content warnings:

explicit sexual content, no use of y/n, porn without plot, dom/sub dynamics, switch!miguel (but mostly sub in this), potentially bad spanish translations, oral (f receiving), vaginal fingering, woman on top position, multiple orgasms, overstimulation, dirty talk, hair pulling, praise kink, orgasm control, pet names, choking, scratching, mentions of fangs/biting, cum play. Please let me know if I've missed any!

You’re in bed reading a book by the glow of the lamp on your nightstand when the window slides open. In any normal situation, you would probably be alarmed, but at this late hour, it could only be one person.

“You ever think about knocking?” You ask, not looking up from your book.

“You ever think about locking your window?” A deep, familiar voice replies. You glance up at the masked figure lurking in the shadows. Miguel steps closer, mask disappearing and revealing a handsome face - chiseled jaw, strong nose, tired red eyes, and a permanent furrow between his brows. 

He plants a knee on the mattress, gaze holding you captive as he crawls over your body. Up close, you can see the exhaustion in his features, the tightness in his jaw and shoulders.

“What do you need?” You ask quietly. 

“Need to make you feel good,” he murmurs, head dropping to your neck. He inhales deeply, tip of his nose tracing your pulse before his lips follow, slightly chapped but deliciously warm. “Please.”

You find yourself nodding and he lifts himself off of you, pulling back the linens covering your body until his only barrier is a pair of panties and the t-shirt you wear to bed. Miguel fits himself between your legs and the molecules of his suit covering his hands flicker away as he presses them to your thighs, his claws pricking your skin and making you gasp. He slides a finger beneath the elastic of your panties and pulls, slicing through the one side and then the other, the shredded fabric falling apart and leaving you bare.

He lies on his stomach and kisses your inner thighs, sucking and biting the sensitive skin until you’re squirming. A heavy arm settles over your hips, holding you against the bed as he continues to mark you up to his liking.

“Miguel,” you whine, fighting against his hold as his fangs scrape so close to where you desperately need relief, “Stop teasing me.”

He immediately heeds your demand, lapping at your pussy with deep strokes of his tongue from your soaked entrance to your clit. He sucks the sensitive bud between his lips, moaning as he does and the sensation has you digging your hands into his hair. He says something that you can’t quite hear.

“Hmm?” You hum. He lifts his head.

“Más fuerte,” he says. Harder.

Miguel returns his attention to your pussy and you heed his demand, tugging on the soft strands between your fingers. He growls, deep and visceral, the primal sound of it making you clench with want. Like he can sense your need, his tongue dips inside of you, curling against your walls as his nose brushes your clit. The dual sensations have you gasping, pulling desperately as his hair, which only urges him on.

He slides a thick finger inside of you as he sucks on your clit and it sends you toppling over the edge, your legs trying to close against his broad shoulders as you come, clenching desperately around his finger and moaning his name into the mostly dark room. 

He continues to lick you through your release, slow and gentle until he feels your body relax again. When your thighs have dropped back to the mattress, his tongue begins to move faster and he slides another finger inside of you, the stretch of it making you gasp.

“Miguel?” You ask, but the man doesn’t answer. His attention remains solely on your pussy as he continues to kiss and lick and bite and suck at the most sensitive parts of you until you’re once more panting and writhing and on the cusp of another orgasm despite the aftershocks of your first not having faded. 

“Fuck!” You cry, trying to catch your breath. He removes his fingers and lifts his head to look at you, chin shiny with spit and cum.

“Sabes tan bien,” he moans. You taste so good. He crawls up your body, looking every bit the predator you know him to be. The suit flickers away, his broad muscles rippling beneath tan skin as he settles over you and dips his head to press his lips to yours.

He tastes like you, salty and earthy and the thought makes you moan as you kiss him back. You reach up, pushing at his shoulders until his back hits the mattress and you can straddle his trim waist, sitting just above his cock. 

“That was amazing, Miguel. Did you enjoy making me cum?” You ask, rocking your hips over his abs. “You made a mess of me.”

Miguel’s eyes are half-lidded as he nods, his claws digging into your thighs and making you hiss from the pain that intermingles with the pleasure of the friction on your sensitive clit. He licks his lips and you get a glimpse of sharp fangs that make your heart rate skyrocket.

“But I didn’t tell you to make me cum twice…did I? You were greedy,” you tease. You shuffle back on your knees until your pussy is sliding over the thick length of him. He groans, head pressing back against the mattress and his eyes squeezing shut. “Maybe I should be greedy, too.”

“Que?” He asks. What? You lift slightly and grasp his cock to position it at your entrance, sliding down the slightest bit as he gasps. “Oh, fuck.”

It’s not often that Miguel lets you be in control, but sometimes the weight of protecting the multiverse from collapse leads to nights like this where you tease and taunt and praise him until that furrow between his brow relaxes just the slightest bit. You continue to slowly draw him into your body, your thighs shaking with the effort and your palms pressed to his chest for balance. The stretch of him is intense, it always is, but you’re so wet and ready for him that he fits with relative ease.

Once you’re seated on his lap, stuffed so full you can hardly breathe, you reach up to grip Miguel by the chin, fingers digging harshly into his cheeks. “Look at me,” you demand. His red eyes are nearly black, glassy and unfocused as he stares up at you with a look of adoration. “That’s it, baby, watch me take your cock so well, okay?”

He nods his head enthusiastically as you rock your hips, drawing up on your knees before shifting back down. You set a rhythm that has him panting and writhing beneath you, a quick slide up and and down his length with a deep grind of your clit against him that has you seeing stars.

But it’s not your turn for release.

“I want you to be a good boy for me,” you murmur. “I want you to cum for me, want you to fill me up.”

Miguel growls, his feet planting on the mattress for leverage as he starts to meet your downward strokes with upward thrusts that quickly grow erratic. You can feel him pulse inside of you, wet heat flooding you as your hips slow and you stop, holding still as he twitches inside of you and gasps for breath.

“Good boy, Miguel,” you whisper. His lips twitch in what could be a smile if the serious man was capable of such an expression.

When he starts to go soft, you rock your hips and clench your muscles around him. He hisses, mouth dropping open in surprise as you grind on him.

“Told you I would be greedy, too,” you tell him. His eyes widen as he realizes what you mean, what you want from him. He’s genetically enhanced and has the stamina to match, so you know he can take it, but the shock on his face makes you feel powerful. “This time you won’t cum until I do, understand?”

“Yes, sí,” he slurs. You lean back a little, your hands gripping his muscular thighs just above his knees, moving your body over him in a deep and sensual rhythm.

“Look, Miguel,” you command, shifting your weight to one hand so that you can bring the other to where your bodies are joined, your index and middle fingers on either side of his cock as you grind on it. “Look how much you stretch me, baby.”

He lifts his head to look, licking his lips as he watches you move over his cock, the way his length glistens with each pull from your body and how with each push inside, more of his own spend slips from your hole. “So tight, cariño.” Sweetheart. 

You smile down at him, leaning forward and placing one palm on his shoulder and the other at the base of his throat, your fingers grazing where his pulse frantically beats. It’s a question, this position, one that he answers by taking your wrist and sliding your hand up higher, until your fingers wrap around his neck. You tighten your grip as you begin to move again, his eyes fluttering shut and a moan echoing through the room.

“So good,” you tell him, “you’re so good, Miguel.”

You’re so close to coming, you can feel the rush of it in your veins as you move faster, harder, slamming your hips to his over and over. He looks up at you with stars in his eyes, the worry and pain that normally clouds them eclipsed for at least a brief moment, and that’s what has you clenching around him and crying out his name as you come undone.  

Miguel growls, sitting up and deftly flipping your positions until you land on your back, knees pressed close to your shoulders by his broad frame. His red eyes are sharp again, determined, as he pounds into you with single minded focus. Your nails claw into his back, leaving red tracks in their wake as his name spills from your lips like a prayer.

“I hope you had your fun, mí cosita hermosa,” he says, lips grazing your ear. My pretty little thing. His hips are punishing as they slam into you and he uses you to chase his pleasure. “Whose cunt is this, huh? Tell me.”

“Yours,” you gasp. He chuckles.

“That’s right. Todo mío.” All mine. 

He presses deep, his cock pulsing and flooding you with his spend for the second time that evening, his lips pressed to your throat and the threat of his fangs against your pulse. When he’s finished, he sits back on his heels to let your legs fall to the mattress. His softening length slips from your body and he watches your clenching entrance with intense focus.

You can feel his cum dripping from your body and he gathers the mess on two fingers, pressing it back inside of you as you gasp. Finally, he lies back on the mattress beside you and you shift closer, resting your head on his chest.

You lie like that for a while, catching your breath and listening to the beat of his heart. Eventually, he rolls out from beneath you and stands beside the bed, tapping at his watch screen until his suit flickers back into place. You pout over the loss of his gloriously exposed body and he chuckles, leaning over you and kissing you deeply before approaching your window.

“See ya, spider boy,” you say as he lifts it open. 

“It’s Spider-Man,” he corrects, mask materializing over his face. “Lock your window, cariño.”

“Yeah, yeah. Go save the universe.”

#atsv miguel #miguel o'hara #miguel x you #miguel x reader #miguel spiderverse #miguel o’hara x female reader #miguel o’hara x reader #miguel spiderman #miguel o’hara smut #miguel o’hara fanfiction #miguel o'hara x reader #spiderman 2099 #astv #across the spiderverse

[rivalsforlife]

Ace Attorney 456 Tokyo Game Show Information Masterpost

Since I haven't seen all the information collected in one place, this post SHOULD be a comprehensive review of everything revealed today - though please let me know if I missed anything important.

New Trailer and Release Date

We got a new trailer for the 456 collection, which covers (most of) what I'm going to say in this post, and a release date of January 25, 2024!

New Features

Language Support: These games are now available in seven languages: Japanese, English, French, German, Korean, and Traditional and Simplified Chinese, along with voice dubs for each of these. These are some of the first times some of the games (in particular 5 and 6) are officially translated to many of these languages.

DLC: The previously DLC-exclusive cases Turnabout Reclaimed and Turnabout Time Traveler will be added to the game for free, along with previously DLC-exclusive costumes. You can dress up Phoenix in the Tigre outfit from the beginning!

QOL: As well, any of the quality of life features from the Great Ace Attorney Chronicles have been added to the 456 collection. This includes an episode/chapter select unlocked from the start, so you can skip straight to your favorite sections, autoplay and story mode, and a backlog/history to review recent text.

Art Gallery: The game will also include an "art gallery" which includes concept art for the games. This will also include special artworks commissioned exclusively for this collection, some of which are unlocked after beating each game and unlocking each trilogy.

Orchestra Hall: There is also an "orchestra hall" where you can listen to what seems to be the full soundtrack for all three games (though I haven't verified this), along with orchestral tracks from the 15th anniversary and 2019 orchestra concerts.

There are also two new "trilogy exclusive" songs: "Apollo Justice - A New Era Begins! 2024", and "Trucy's Theme - Bring It In, Everyone". The new "a new era begins" remix might possibly be what they're playing in the trailer. "Bring It In, Everyone" is distinct from Trucy's main theme, "Child of Magic" (listed earlier in the soundtrack list), so I have no idea what that one will be like.

Animation Studio: This new feature allows you to play around with character models, setting up different backgrounds and sprites and settings, to create whatever scene you want. This doesn't seem to have a text feature, so it just seems kind of like a worse objection.lol but with 3D sprites. (Although I'm sure the objection.lol people will find a way to rip the models in like... five minutes of the game's release)

Preorder Information

It seems we overseas people will only have the collection available digitally, but Japan seems to have physical copies along with a lot of preorder bonuses! You can find the official page here.

This includes the following:

Game Software: You can order this standalone, or with the other preorder goods, or seemingly just the goods on their own without the software included.

Original Drama CDs: Two new drama CDs are being developed for this collection! As far as I can tell, one involves the Gavinners attempting a one-night-only revival of the band (which goes poorly...), and the second involves Taka fleeing the courtroom.

Evidence and Items Set: This includes ten pieces of evidence available from the games, along with some original illustrations. As can be seen above, this includes things like the photo of Apollo and Clay from Dual Destinies, six ID photos of major characters, and a signed poster of Klavier.

As well, a new sleeve box drawn by Takuro Fuse, the character designer for 5 and 6.

That should cover everything, but please let me know if I missed any news!

#ace attorney #FUCK TUMBLR SHORTCUTS. YOU DIDN'T SEE THIS ANY EARLIER #news

[estroniaid]

There is also a public letter addressed to the prosecutor of the ICC that australians can sign to support the investigation.

The brief explains that Australia’s backing for the genocide has extended beyond the provision of political and diplomatic, to active material involvement. This includes:

“Since 2017, Australia has approved 322 defence exports to Israel, including 49 permits for Israel-bound exports in 2022 and 23 in the first three months of 2023, which may cover both military-specific goods and also dual-use devices.” The contents are hidden behind national security provisions.

“Australia is a member in the Lockheed-Martin F-35 Joint Strike Fighter global supply program and part of the global supply chain… No bombs could be dropped on Gaza by an F-35 without parts manufactured for the F-35s by Melbourne company, Rosebank Engineering (RUAG Australia).” Other firms are also involved.

“Other material support provided by Australia includes a dispatch of a ‘significant contingent’ of troops and two aircraft to the Middle East amid the ongoing Israeli attack on Gaza.”

“Further, Australians have been permitted by the Federal Government, whether explicitly or implicitly, to travel to Israel to join the IDF and its attacks on Gaza.” Australian citizens are banned from serving in any foreign defence force, aside from that of Israel.

“During the Premiership of Prime Minister Albanese, Australia also appears to have provided not insignificant intelligence assistance to Israel. The US-run Pine Gap surveillance base, located outside of Alice Springs in Australia’s Northern Territory, collects an enormous range of communications and electronic intelligence from the Gaza-Israel battlefield—data which is then provided to the IDF and which may aid its campaign in Gaza.” The role of Pine Gap was revealed by Declassified Australia in November, and has been buried by the official media ever since.

“Australia has supported Israel’s genocidal intentions in the Gaza Strip by suspending key humanitarian support to the United Nations Relief and Works Agency for Palestine Refugees in the Near East (‘UNRWA’), which supports Palestinians across the Occupied Territories.” That move, based on now discredited Israeli allegations, means Australia is a direct party in the use of starvation against the Palestinians as a means of ethnically-cleansing them. (article)

#auspol #palestine #free palestine

[anxiety-elemental-kay]

Vash's Dual Powers in Trigun Stampede

Or: Christ on a cracker episode eleven really was that fucked up holy shit

Here’s that essay about Stampede Vash’s powers I mentioned a while back. This is another where I yell about Trigun and gender and worry I’m spouting shit that was obvious to everyone, but you’re getting the essay anyway.

Content warnings include discussion of sexual assault, pregnancy, and forced pregnancy. I’ll be talking about episode eleven a lot so. Yeah.

The first time we see Vash manifest his powers is the same time Knives and Conrad do: when he creates a black hole in his arm. We see it absorb the corpses of the people Knives just killed, and we can see from Vash’s panicked expression he has no control over it. Knives then cuts his arm off because his brother just manifested an entire black hole like right there.

(It’s worth noting that the music track for this scene is called ‘Drain Gate’, and another track using Vash’s theme is called ‘Plant of Drain’. In the episode twelve stinger the Pieces of Earth fleet reference using something called a ‘drain gate’, which might be related to FTL travel. I have no conclusions for this point, just that this powers seem to have greater implications than just ‘black hole’ in Stampede.)

So far this is stuff the manga has more or less covered before. Vash’s power specifically was creating black holes. In TriMax we see July and its citizens consumed by a black hole. For Stampede though, Orange gave Vash a secondary power: fertility.

And I do mean fertility and not virility; the capacity to become pregnant versus the capacity to impregnate someone else. At the start of episode eleven, Knives penetrating Vash is pretty obviously phallic. His knives are the literal mechanism by which he seizes control of and violates Vash’s mind and body. On the other hand, when Vash sprouts roots which connect to the other plants in the tank, it doesn’t read as phallic to me.

They look like umbilical cords.

Each root connects to the plants’ stomachs, and aside from a brief red flash this doesn’t appear to cause them any pain or distress, contrary to Vash flailing away from his brother’s blades. We see energy move down the roots from Vash to the plants, and when they unfurl to reveal their pregnancies the roots remain connected at their navels. They look surprised and afraid. Those pregnancies are, almost literally, also his.

For all of Conrad’s technobabble about the plant core and souls and whatever, Vash’s powers seem to boil down to this: he can send things to the higher plane by creating a black hole, and he can take from the plane by manifesting with his, or others’, bodies.

I think this interpretation is reinforced by a series of three shots after Knives says “Happy birthday Vash". The pussy portal opens behind Vash (with a goopy sound effect), we cut to outside the tower to see the purple flowers blooming on the roots, and cut again to inside the tank where the plants unfurl to reveal they’ve become massively pregnant. Portal, flower, pregnancy. It’s all about biological reproduction.

And then Knives goes into the pussy portal and finds an inter dimensional ovum, which he then also penetrates with his blades, explicitly to impregnate all the other plants.

Like.

Studio Orange looked at the Fifth Moon chapter in the original Trigun manga and said “You are like little baby. Watch this.” and then made an episode which made me spend the rest of the day somewhere dark and quiet when I first watched it because holy shit.

(It shouldn’t go unsaid Vash and Knives are canonically trans in Stampede, it’s in the text even if it’s not what Orange was thinking of! Vash is surrounded by yonic imagery and Knives has no dong I don’t know what else to tell you.) (edit: okay so maybe not CANON canon but i'd still argue it's an easy interpretation to make)

There’s always been a dichotomy at the heart of Vash as a character: a desire for peace versus the necessity of violence. A living weapon trying to live and love among humans who constantly reject him. Avoiding hurting others while physically capable of great and terrible destruction.

When Vash regains control he transforms the growths he was forced to make into a MacGuffin that’s easy for the twins to fight over. He transforms what he was forced to create into a bomb, because there didn’t seem to be any other way for him to neutralize the mass. (I assume this because Vash seemed to have immediate and almost perfect control of his powers in episode twelve, and it would be strange for ‘make a bomb’ to be his first choice for dealing with the roots.) Vash has been forced to create something that poses a danger to himself and everyone around him.

Vash was a weapon, even in creating life, from the roots growing to choke all of JuLai, to the pregnant plants, to the nuke cube obliterating the largest human city on the planet.

Forced creation is no different from destruction. Reproduction is not beautiful or honorable when unwilling.

(This is my essay so I’ll allow myself another aside: episode eleven is a good demonstration of why I tend to prefer genre above more realistic stories. Here, like in the manga, we see a metaphorical rape scene stripped of anything that could be (intentionally) titillating, leaving only the victim’s fear and pain. I feel like only in this kind of metaphor can sex be stripped away from assault, and instead put the focus on the emotions of the scene.)

Vash having fertility as a power is (one of many) things that fascinate me about Trigun Stampede. I’m an afab nonbinary person, I’ve always been afraid of getting pregnant, and I’ve never wanted kids. Sexual assault is something I’m deeply afraid of, and I would genuinely rather die than give birth. It’s all tied up in my feelings about my gender and my body and how it’s perceived by others. Vash is pretty much experiencing my literal worst nightmare.

All this circles back to what might be my favorite topic when it comes to analyzing Trigun: how it depicts masculinity.

There’s a lot about masculinity in Trigun that I think is genuinely radical to some degree, and whether it’s something Orange intended to add or if it’s just easier to do a queer interpretation of this version of the story isn’t a question I’m interested in. I’m gonna rub my gay trans little hands all this anime and you can’t stop me!

Stampede doesn’t depict fertility and masculinity as opposites or even incompatible. Vash and his body isn’t made repulsive because he has this power, in fact when he regains control he gets a color change and a sick new hairstyle. Vash possessing this power isn’t depicted as that different from the black hole, it’s just a thing he can do, but here it’s being taken advantage of by his brother. The disgust and horror isn’t from the metaphor of a man becoming pregnant, it’s because he was violated by someone who claims to love him and want to protect him.

For contrast, imagine a similar scene, in which a masculine character is surrounded by feminine/pregnancy imagery, and consider how it would likely be framed in most other mainstream media. Those of you who don’t live under rocks might even think of some examples! Typically in media, men seen anywhere in proximity to femininity are mocked and humiliated.

Vash’s masculinity, his identity, his personhood, are ultimately disconnected from his capacity to reproduce, and by what means his body is or is not capable of making babies. He regained agency because Meryl called out to him, and she called out because he inspired her, and she was inspired because he was out making human connections with people, trying so hard to do the right thing even when he failed. His powers are a part of him, but not what ultimately make Vash truly powerful.

I’m curious to see if/how Studio Orange will continue with this theme going forward. So much of Vash’s character is about contradiction, and in this way they’re making some of those themes even more literal. More contrast-y.

To wrap this up, here’s one more thing I’m curious about: what will become of the Independents who will be born from this? The pregnant plants escaped with Conrad and his flying saucer lab. Assuming any children survive, and considering how much the twins grew in only a year, they could have a role in the future story. What will they be like? How will their origin shape the people they become? How much will Knives control (or fail to control) his children? What will they think of humanity, of Knives, of Vash, of themselves?

#trigun #tristampparty #kay writes things

[attorneys-against-court-violence]

I'll never get over how Athena's trauma is written in Dual Destinies. I never will. It's one of few areas I have absolutely no complaints about.

At a surface-level, it's a very effective tool to evoke discomfort, fear, pity, and intrugue from the player. We get glimpses as to what's causing these nervous breakdowns of hers in 5-1 and it's nothing comforting (a courtroom with bloodied-out faces staring judgementally at a crying child is... distrubing). Those breakdowns are accompanied by near silence, letting us drink in the raw emotions of the moment. Her breakdown in 5-3 is a standout example; there's nothing but hollow wind and a shivering, broken Athena to lend the moment its deserved gravitas as she fruitlessly tries to calm herself.

Repeating the trauma of having to defend a dear friend from being accused for killing their tutor, in spite of nobody listening to you, is going to do that to you.

Come the revelations in 5-5, we get compelling body language with her covering her ears in distress - the most sensitive part of her & source of a lot of pain in her childhood. Shaking her head in denial at the revelation of what Simon saw when he walked in the robotics lab, how rarely she comes out of her sad pose during the first half of 5-5 (reminiscent of Edgeworth's own brooding pose in the Wright Trilogy, most often seen when he's reliving his own traumas). Even after things come to light and the truth is revealed, she struggles to even say what happened while locked in that Edgeworth arm-grab pose. It's fantastically handled each time it rears its ugly head.

Going deeper, it also explains a lot about her behaviour; her reflexive throwing of the police officer in 5-2 and her furious outbursts being some good examples. Her emotional state is pretty wild throughout Dual Destinies - partially because she's just like that - but partially because she's trying to keep the more uncomfortable feelings down. She goes quiet when the Blackquills first arrive, being avoidant around the topic of Simon and unable to confront Aura for just how cynical and loathing she's become. She's very iffy around blood and is noticably uncomfortable and perturbed during 5-3 (for reasons I have already mentioned). Her main motivation for keeping this pain to herself is a tragically relatable one; not wanting the drag others down in her sorrow. That's the reason she gives Phoenix when he tells him to back down and stop fighting (a stark contrast to when she objected on his behalf in 5-DLC, sensing he still had some fire left in him).

Despite having others help bring her back from a dark state of mind before, her pushing others away to carry the sufferage alone when it's too much for her feels painfully real.

But one of my favourite parts is how other characters handle it. Specifically, how Phoenix handles himself around Athena. Even if he doesn't know the full extent of her traumas, he knows she's nervous and perhaps not in the best of spirits. He's a LOT more gentle with her than Apollo, is for damn sure; guiding her through examining Courte's body and praising her for getting through it despite going pale. He does still tease in 5-DLC, 5-3, and 5-4, but it's more playful than what he does with Apollo. He also keeps it to a minimum in 5-1 after just barely making it before she has another shutdown, prioritising his role as a reliable presence over anything else. A very good example of this is 5-5; when the big revelation finally comes and Athena's ready to confess to what really happened during UR-1, Phoenix is there to reassure her that she's safe and prevents the Judge from butting in to give her room to disclose what happened.

When push comes to shove and Athena can't quite make it out of that terrible mental space on her own, it's her friends and allies that ultimately help pull her out. Juniper Woods re-assures Athena of her faith, something that had appeared to waver over this case until the truth of what she saw the day of the murder came out. Simon Blackquill reminds her why she's even here to begin with, indirectly stating that he so desperately wishes her to succeed and bring them both out of this mess. Apollo Justice - on top of the usual "your're fine!" bit - reminds her of the skills she has to turn 5-3 around. Phoenix Wright, having dealt with many a client and friend burdened by trauma, gives Athena the stable footing she needs to get back up and carry on. Even if he needs to step in now and then, it's not to belittle or infantalise her - it's to be supportive.

I've said before in a past essay I don't really think too highly of anymore that I don't really mind the fact that Athena needs so much help throughout the game. This is the main reason why; her PTSD from the events of UR-1 have a believable impact on her character and ability to perform normally, with characters helping to pull her back out in ways unique to them and their respective relationship to her. As I said, she gets all that support because she genuinely NEEDS it. The game does a good job proving that much.

And that's alright.

Part of the reason it took so long to solve this is that Athena constantly pushed people away from her problems. She didn't want anyone else to become another psychological casualty of something that otherwise only affects her. It's when she finally sees that Phoenix can and does help her that she can finally let him do so, and help him in return by digging into that dark place and letting the memories of that day come back to her.

Trauma in Ace Attorney doesn't often get this level of focus. It can and has been depicted rather well in the past - see Edgeworth for a good example - but Athena, being the heart-on-your-sleeve type and a protagonist, offers a unique opportunity to witness how it affects her on a more personal, sometimes first-person level. Between a gut-wrenching and haunting presentation, stellar characterisation, and fairly grounded consequences and reactions to it from her and others... it's a rare part of Dual Destinies that I have no complaints about.

Happy Thena Thursday!.....?

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The Violet Thread of Fate ||

Reluctant Mentor Gale x Unskilled Wizard F!Tav

Length || About 4,000 Words

POV || Dual Narration, Third Person

Warnings || Descriptions of viscera, age gap (about ten years, both adults)

Summary || After waking up on the craggy shoreline of the sword coast, Elinna and Gale reunite with a new common ground.

A/n || I am feeling sort of on the fence about Gale's eagerness in his attraction to Elinna, but I also feel like it's still at least somewhat in character for him--after all in any playthrough you can wind up being blindsided by his feelings for you since he is usually so subtle about his affections. I also just think it's so fun to get the internal narration of Gale's attraction. He always seems so put together, polite and proper. I just love to see a man precariously balancing his carnal desires with his conscience and desire to be a good man. I hope you like it, I know things feel a little slow right now, but I'm planning on taking some creative liberties in the next couple parts. Please also lemme know what you think if you read it! I am absolutely tinkerbell and need the dopamine to live

Chapter Two: A Nightmare, An Awakening

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A Nightmare

Elinna thought she had died; thought the disintegration of her bodily form was the end of her short, unremarkable life. Much to her surprise, though when her vision once again returned to her she realized she had merely been spirited away somehow.

It took a few moments for her eyes to properly focus. When they finally did, she almost wished that the contact with the tentacle had killed her. It would have been far preferable to where she had wound up.

She found herself locked in a great chitinous pod, looking through smeared membranous glass at what she could only suppose was the nautiloid she had tried to escape from. 

Yes…death would have been a far preferable fate to becoming a mindless thrall on a mindflayer ship. As she squinted through the clear panel in front of her and saw what appeared to be a brain walking on four spindly limbs, she realized that her fate could be even worse than regular enthrallment. 

The minutes she spent entrapped in the pod felt like hours. A miserable limbo of wondering what would be coming next for her. What if she was already marked for turning into an intellect devourer? What if the enthrallment had already been put in place and she could simply be ordered to do something whenever a mindflayer so wished it?

She couldn’t just stay here. She had to move.

She tried, in vain, to wrench her arms free of the fleshy brindings within the pod. The sinuous tendrils only tightened more and more, leaving her fingertips throbbing and tingling from the blood flow being cut off. She tried to move her feet next and her boots sloshed in some sort of viscera at the base of the pod. She did her best not to vomit as the viscera eked some ichorous fluid into the fibers of her clothing and through the porous leather of her soft-soled shoes. 

The last thing she needed in addition to all of this was to be covered in the contents of her own stomach–empty as it was.

The shock of panic cinched tight around her ribcage, making it hard to breathe. And as she struggled to get her lungs to fill, she also struggled to think. 

“Calm down, Elinna,” she told herself. “Think about what you’ve read. Think about what you know.”

What did she know about Illithids? They were hivemind organisms. They required high-moisture, high-humidity environments to protect the mucosal membranes of their skin. They primarily fed on the brains of their prey and used psionic energy not only to fight but to control their biomechanical machinery. 

She craned her head forward to look for some sort of control panel–something that could get her out of this cocoon of horror. 

As she did, a valve-like door opened on the far side of the room, revealing a dizzying network of corridors. And…and one of them. A mind flayer. 

Elinna went dizzy as her heart thumped in her temples. She watched in horror and sickly anticipation as it levitated toward something in the center of the room; a cistern of sorts from what she could see. It waved a four-fingered hand and the vessel opened, revealing a golden, glowing brine pool that may have been beautiful if Elinna didn’t know precisely what it was. 

The mindflayer coaxed one of those disgusting tadpoles out of the amber liquid and levitated over to Elinna’s pod. She recoiled away from it as the pod opened, turning her face away from the creature and squeezing her eyes shut. She knew exactly how mindflayers reproduced, and she was not interested in getting a first hand experience with ceremorphosis. 

She didn’t have much of a choice, though. Even without the parasite, the illithid was able to compel her to stillness. 

It was an atrocious violation of her agency; surreal and nightmarish in the worst ways. Her mind was fully intact as the creature made her muscles release the tension they held and coerced her eyes to open. Her body was still and calm, but her heart was racing like a trapped rabbit’s. She watched uselessly as the tiny creature floated closer to her. She cried to cry out as it latched onto the orb of her eye and started to wriggle and squirm until it could find purchase beneath her eyelid. 

She was silent. Infuriatingly, horribly silent as the creature continued to burrow its way into her skull. 

Her pulse hammered in her ears as she screamed inside her own body, begging herself to fight, to tear her own eye out rather than let the process of ceremorphosis take place. 

But her body was still as the tiny parasite worked its way into her eye socket and back into her brain. 

Elinna lost consciousness as she felt the unsettling pressure of her brain matter being displaced to accommodate her unwelcome guest. 

When she awoke next, she didn’t immediately know where she was. She only knew that it was loud and it was cold. The sound of air ripping past her pointed ears is what brought her back into full consciousness, and though her eyes were open, she wasn’t actually seeing at first. 

There was a vast expanse of stars above her, the smell of salty air, the lingering cling of something far more acrid–like the smell of burnt sulfur woven into her clothes. 

She tried to parse what was going on, it felt like she was sinking into the ocean–but if that were the case, shouldn’t she not be able to breathe? 

Then she saw the burning wreckage of the Nautiloid and everything came back to her. 

The travel to Waterdeep, the encounter with Mr. Dekarios, the parasite and…

And she was falling through the sky! 

“Not again!” she cried as she stared at the ground rising to meet her with startling velocity. “No, no, no! I will not–This is not how I die!”

It didn’t go very well the last time, but it wasn’t as if she had any other ideas of what to do. She scoped out the approaching shoreline, selecting one spot and earmarking it. After choosing a point on a craggy cliffside, she shut her eyes and tried to gulp in a breath before it was whipped out of her mouth. 

“Inveniam Viam!” she shouted. 

That strange, surreal feeling of not moving, yet being in a different place came again, only this time it was followed very quickly by the feeling smashing into the ground beneath her, square onto her back. It wasn’t a far drop, perhaps only a few feet, but it was enough to hurt her. She blinked up at the sky above her, the glow of the stars somewhat dampened by the flaming wreckage of the nautiloid as it loudly crashed into the earth just a few moments after her.

She ached as she stood and looked out over the cliffside she’d misty stepped to, seeing the vast expanse of an unfamiliar coast crawling with intellect devourers and the blazing with fires choking out great plumes of black smoke. She dropped to her knees, feeling utterly defeated. 

She had no idea where she was. She had no money. No food. Not even a change of clothes with her. She didn’t even know where she was–and she knew she was more than a little directionally challenged. 

Her keepers at The Scribes Nest had told her not to leave; had warned her that there were dangers in the world. That she couldn’t hope to survive on the knowledge she’d amassed from books alone. That the lives of wizards often ended in folly. 

She knew this, of course. She’d read extensively about every wizard she could find and more than half of them were done in by their own curiosity. 

But the ones who hadn’t been rendered themselves undone…they were amazing. Elminster and Blackstaff. Lorroikan and Sammaster. Karsus and Dekarios.

Wait….

Gale Dekarios–he’d been touched by the tentacles, too!

And if she hadn’t died, then that meant he probably hadn’t either. If she could find him, if she could just appeal to him for one favor…maybe he could help her get back to Waterdeep. Maybe she would have an opportunity to prove to him that she could be a good apprentice; that she was worth the trouble of taking on as a student. Maybe he would know how to get rid of the tadpole squirming in her brain. 

But none of that would happen if she just sat there on her knees and despaired. 

She would need to get back up and put one bloody boot in front of the other. 

She would have to be brave and she would have to trust that Mystra would guide her to what came next. 

An Awakening

Hells…it just had to be a pocket dimension that saved him, didn’t it?

They were tricky little things–a slice of wild magic that functioned like an oubliette; a place to put things to be forgotten, or to be summoned at a different point in time. He’d used a few in his time, but never for more than storage during travel or to hide the occasional failed potion. He’d thought once that he might use one when it was clear that the orb would no longer be sated by the magic artifacts he consumed; discussed the idea with Tara before she requested not to speak of it until necessary. 

“I don’t like think of that eventuality, Mr. Dekarios,” Tara had said to him. “I know I tend to be pragmatic…but it makes me far too sad.”

“Focus,” he scolded himself as he looked around the darkened pocket. He needed to find an opening–or at least find a way to make one, failing that. 

It was a mistake that he’d even ended up in one in the first place. A mistake that stemmed from the first mistake when he’d tried to help that girl. 

If he’d had any sense, he would have let her run and gone straight to help his mother and make sure Tara would be okay. He could only hope that they were still safely nestled at his childhood home in Waterdeep. At least he’d not seen either of them during his wanderings about the ship. 

But then the spelljammer had lurched and started falling out of the sky, and he’d grabbed onto the strongest strand of weave he could find and followed it here. The unfortunate side of that, of course, was that the strength of that thread is precisely what made this particular pocket realm exceedingly hard to get out of. And the parasite so rudely deposited into his brain was not doing wonders for his ability to concentrate. 

He held his hands up and closed his eyes, attempting to feel out the strands of weave in this darkened place. Wherever he’d been transported to, it felt very far away from Mystra indeed. Like whatever reality he’d blipped into was one almost entirely devoid of magic at all. 

He focused a bit harder, the tadpole in his head wriggling with the effort. He continued to focus, trying not to think too hard about the unnerving sensation. Finally, with some challenge, he managed to pool some magic together. It felt similar to trying to collect enough morning dew on a leaf to drink.

There came a crackle, then a tear. Not nearly large enough to fit himself entirely through, but enough that he could get an arm out. 

Perhaps with at least one hand in Faerun, he could channel whatever remaining weave he needed to fully escape this dark corner of nothing. 

A sheen of perspiration shone on his brow as he felt around outside of the oubliette. He could feel the familiar moisture of coastal air and it sent a wave of relief through him. He wasn’t far from Waterdeep at all, then. Or at least he’d hoped as much. 

Perhaps he could just appear on the main road and hurry straight to his mother to make sure that she and Tara were alright. 

He was trying to grasp onto the weave when he suddenly felt the soft, almost tentative brush of fingertips on the palm of his hand. 

A person! Perfect! There was no better way to anchor a teleportation spell than to another living soul. It would be a little complex to explain that, though, and he was sure a mysterious arm poking out of wherever he could reach was more than a little unnerving so he settled for simplicity instead. 

“Hello?!” He called through the tear in the fabric of space and time. “Is anyone there? A hand? Please?”

He felt the hand withdraw for a moment, then it returned with what he assumed was the person’s other hand. One closed tightly around his fingers, the other grasped a bit higher, accompanied by the sensation of fingertips curling into the fabric of his sleeve. Small, gentle hands. Not small enough to be a child–but perhaps a woman. 

He closed his eyes once more and took a deep breath, allowing himself to feel the energy of the stranger on the other side of the opening. He tapped into it, smelling the faint, sweetly lactic scent of peaches; tasting on the tip of his tongue the light flavor of…honeyscotch candy. If Mystra’s energy was violet in color…this energy was the color of the sky during sunrise…a gradient of lilac, rose and cerulean.

Pretty… he thought to himself before slamming the heel of his hand to his brow. 

Focus you touch-starved buffoon.

“Whatever you’re doing is working wonders!” he said encouragingly. “I think if you just give me a good pull, I should come right out!”

The stranger pulled and he joined that effort by pushing himself through from the other side with what remained of that pooled bit of magic he’d gathered together. 

Finally, he flew out of the pocket realm like a cork from a bottle, regrettably landing right on top of the poor woman who had helped him. 

He was quick to shift his weight so he didn’t put the entirety of his considerable heft on the poor thing. Yet, his creaky knees slowed him down when it came to properly getting up. Then again…he couldn’t deny a certain reluctance to rise. He hated to admit it, and if anyone ever asked him he would deny it to the grave…but it was pleasant to feel the soft curves of a woman against him. A year was such a long time to be without it, and to feel warmth beneath him again…

It was a lascivious thought not becoming of a gentleman, he remembered, but one that occurred almost automatically much to his chagrin. 

“Hells,” he said. “Forgive me miss. I’m usually much better at this–and usually not so long sedentary that my limbs can’t keep up with my manners. Allow me to–”

He lifted himself up onto his elbows and finally laid eyes on his savior. 

It was the girl from before. What was the name? Elinna Inklynn. 

She stared up at him with wide eyes and a face flushed with exertion. How hard had she needed to work to pull him out of that portal? Seeing her so close now, he picked up on some of the qualities he’d missed in the dim light of the Waterdhavian evening. 

A constellation of mauve-tinged freckles dusted across her flushed nose and cheeks. In the daylight, her skin was almost pale pink. The soft swell of her lips sat slightly parted with a look of surprise. And her eyes…my those eyes were something to behold. Verdant as a sprig of mint and flecked with gold as if she had a vein of ore curling through the irises of her eyes. 

“A-allow me to help you up,” he finally stammered. “You’re not hurt are you?”

“Not by you,” she said somewhat breathlessly. 

He grunted slightly as he got back onto his feet, now allowing himself to think of the way her soft curves shifted beneath him. He reached a hand down and helped her back up to her feet as well, dusting off her theadbare apron and her slightly puffed sleeves. She was still flushed–perhaps dehydration or fever…or…

“You haven’t happened to have been on the receiving end of a rather unwelcome insertion in the ocular region, have you?” he asked. 

The flush could be a sign of the beginning stages of ceremorphosis. 

“I couldn’t have phrased it more repellently myself,” Elinna replied. 

“No use sugarcoating it, is there?” he asked with a smirk. “I don’t suppose you know what these little passengers will cause if left to their own devices?”

“Ceremorphosis,” she answered without missing a beat. “At least–if we don’t get it handled in a few days…”

Well, color him surprised. 

It wasn’t very often that ceremorphosis was talked about among the common man–it was even hard to find books detailing the finer details of the process. The girl may have been a poor magician, but she was clearly learned.

“Suffice to say, it is a process that should be avoided,” he said. 

“Agreed,” she said. 

It occurred to him that she was behaving…a bit stiff; almost aloof. The young woman he’d encountered in front of his tower had a bit more fire to her than this one did. Then again, they’d just gone through quite the harrowing experience. Both of them were covered in mysterious viscera, they’d been taken hostage on a mindflayer ship and well–the poor girl did just have a strange older man on top of her. 

The girl bit down on her lower lip and he found his eyes unconscionably glued to her mouth. She released her lower lip and he watched as the pale pink color returned to it, wondering idly what it would feel like to–

“Are we just—are we just going to pretend that I didn’t beg you to take me on as an apprentice and that you quite sumerilly told me to bugger off?” she asked. “Are we just going to be compatriots now?”

He blinked down at her, his mind catching up with her words. 

Good gods, he really was behaving like a lech. He didn’t know where this was coming from. Perhaps it was an undocumented symptom of ceremorphosis–this…uncommon desire he was feeling. 

Or maybe he was just, well, desperate. 

“Well, I take umbrage with that analysis. I don’t believe I told you to bugger off…At least not verbatim. I do try to not be a miserable ass,” Gale said a bit sheepishly. “But I hasten to point out that we do have a shared problem now–some common ground we didn’t have before. It seems wasteful to part ways at a juncture such as this, don’t you think?”

He looked around in the early morning daylight and frowned realizing that he didn’t recognize anything. “I certainly don’t know the area after all, and judging by the history you disclosed with me, you likely don’t either.”

“Well…no, I don’t. Aside from Waterdeep I’ve not been anywhere other than the Moonshae Islands.” she said. 

“And you seem to not have a very strong sense of location judging by our time in the alleyways,” he pointed out. 

“That’s true…so then… does that mean you’ll do it?” she asked. “You’ll take me on as your student?”

He grimmaced.

“No,” he said with not a moment’s hesitation. “Not a student–an ally. An equal. It’s best that we tackle this issue together, don’t you think? It makes no sense to travel separately when our searching will likely lead us to the same places. And besides that…”

Besides that, if he started to change into a mindflayer, he wanted to be sure he had someone nearby who could…put him out of his misery and get his body somewhere safe before it leveled a city. 

“But I could be more helpful if you teach me,” she pleaded. “I’d just be a liability without your help.”

“I have seen your magic,” Gale said with a bit of a teasing gaze. “And I don’t know if there is much I can do for someone who casts Misty Step with their eyes closed. It seems you’d be more of a liability with the magic than without.”

She blinked up at him like he’d grown a second head. 

“Oh, please,” he said. “You must know that it’s a spell that requires a clear line of sight.”

She shrank a bit. “I…didn’t know. No,” she said. 

“How could you not know such a thing? You must have read a scroll to learn the incantation,” he said. 

“I mean this with the utmost respect, but when is the last time you’ve read a scroll, Mr. Dekarios?”

He inhaled, lifting an index finger. Then he closed his mouth and looked off to the side. 

When was the last time? It must have been ages. 

“Well,” she said without waiting for his answer. “Most spell scrolls assume a certain basis of classical training, or at minimum an innate understanding of how to channel the weave.”

“I see,” he said. “I’m to assume you’re not a sorceress then?”

“Not to my knowledge,” she said with a sigh.

He clenched his jaw as he looked down at the younger woman. Gods, she really did need a teacher. Maybe he could at least talk to her about theory–or give her a few simple exercises for manipulating the–

No. No. 

He had more than enough on his plate without adding a poorly self-taught mage to it.

“Elinna,” he said. “Tell you what. I have a deal to offer–a concession if your like. If we make it through this and…make it out of wherever we are and back to Waterdeep, I promise I will introduce you to some colleagues that will help you get your start as a novice wizard. How does that sound? Fair?”

To his great surprise, she still looked disappointed by that answer. The girl really was an ambitious thing–coming right to his tower to seek his tutelage and no one else's? The poor girl had no idea what she was trying to sign herself up for; a depressed, anti-social, explosive wizard. A depressed, anti-social, explosive and impatient wizard. As far as teachers went, he was not the best candidate for the job.  

“Alright,” she finally said. “Let’s see if we can go find a healer together…or maybe some other survivors…of a bath.”

“Oh, to find a bath,” Gale agreed. “Ah, but–before you think you’re journeying with most ill mannered a man–”

Gale gave the young woman a slight bow. “Thank you for pulling me out of that stone.”

When he stood up to his full height again, the young woman was smiling at him, her pretty viridian eyes crinkling at the edges. She tucked a pale copper strand of hair behind one of her delicately pointed ears and looked a bit sheepishly down the craggy shore. 

“Ah–it’s almost a dead end over here–I think there might be more ground to cover if we cross through the wreckage…but I didn’t want to do that on my own,” she said. 

“A wise choice, I think,” Gale said. “No telling what you would have run into. Not to imply that you can’t hold your own, of course–”

“No, you’re right,” she said, looking away from him a little timidly. “I’ll feel better with you there–it’s nice to have a friend.”

He huffed a soft breath and found himself smiling at how willing she was to call him her friend.  Even after all the ways he had been a bit of an oaf to her, he felt in her he had found a bit of a kindred spirit. Someone else who sought camaraderie in perhaps…unworthy places.

 She looked up at him and bit the swell of her lower lip again. “Shall we go then?” she asked him. 

He gestured to the road ahead. “After you,” he said with a magnanimous smile. “Consider me your ever faithful guard dog, ready at the first sign of trouble.”

She snorted a little laugh and shook her head. 

And as he followed after her, for the first time in the last year, he hoped the pang in his chest was because of the orb.

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[emeritus-fuckers]

Can we just get anything NSFW with Terzo?

Anything at all, headcannons, shorts, just- Terzo-

You give me too much power -Death

„The Sinner’s Tease” ♡ Papa Emeritus III x GN! Reader

Many of the Papas have lesser known past times. Hobbies they kept to themselves as the clergy decided they were…unnecessary for the congregation to know about.

Either because they didn’t fit their image or were…more explicit than others. Your curiosity about what Terzo did every Thursday evening when they slipped from the ministry paintless and in plain clothes got the better of you.

You may have followed him one night. You were far too awkward to ask them outright. Though it confused you where Terzo went.

Why were they going into a strip club?

You produced your ID to get into the club, eyes trailing over the dancers currently on the stage. That was something that stood out to you as you looked them over.

It seemed to be amateur night. Specifically for the older population. They all looked very enticing. Though you couldn’t see Terzo anywhere in the crowd weirdly enough. He seemed to have just disappeared.

Then two large hands grabbed your shoulders, guiding you forward as a very familiar voice whispered in your ear.

“When Terzo said he thought someone may have followed him…I was worried I’d have to bury a body. Seems I’ve caught a little mouse wanting a show instead.”

Omega.

You swallowed nervously as Omega sat you on a dual seat in the front row, sitting next to you as he smirked. Maskless with a human glamour on…blending in.

So obviously Terzo was here. But where? And why did Omega have a huge wad of cash?

Your eyes were drawn to the centre stage as the lights came on, widening when you finally put together what was going on. Mouth going dry.

Terzo. In a sinfully tight black crop top. Sparkly purple mini skirt. High heels. Makeup matching the colour scheme and looking far too alluring for it to be legal.

He was on stage. He was going to be stripping on that stage.

They made eye contact with you, the filthy smirk he wore only getting wider. Strutting to the pole as his music started playing.

Treat Me Like A Slut. To be specific.

Your eyes were glued to them as they started the routine on their knees, pretending to ride someone. Only getting more suggestive in the first few seconds as they ran their hands over their body.

Arousal was pulsing through your blood by the time he took of the crop top to reveal the deep purple lacey bralette underneath. Every far too perfect sensual move amplified as that skirt hit the floor. Practically grinding against the pole.

Terzo bent over to show off the arch in their back…and how little those panties were covering. You practically got a full view through the lace of their cunt.

Blushing hard when Omega wiped the drool off your face and passed you the cash.

Though you went redder than a tomato once Terzo strut down the steps of the stage. Pulling a few moves as he walked, pausing to let people slide money into the lingerie. The top getting dropped in one man’s lap.

Before Terzo dropped themself into your lap. Smirking deviously at you as they gave you a lap dance. Leaning in to whisper in your ear as Omega slid the cash onto Terzo’s body since you were busy feeling up the man in your lap.

“Follow Omega…”

The music ended seconds later, Terzo sliding from your lap and strutting backstage again. Collecting money from the front and a bucket of cash from a woman.

Omega getting up as he adjusted himself, gesturing for you to follow with a smirk filled with promise. Chuckling as you followed like a lamb to slaughter.

Terzo waited in a private room in the back, Omega letting you walk in past him before you heard the telltale click of a lock.

They were completely nude now. In a chair that looked an awful lot like a throne, legs open as they lazily rubbed circles around their clit.

Your eyes snapping up from their dripping pussy once his voiced filled the air.

“Crawl to me and put that cute little mouth of yours to good use…sí?”

You hit the floor in seconds. Omega giving a pleased purr.

How could you refuse this opportunity?

~

Written by Death.

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All Over Me

Jake x MC Smut One Shot

Words: 1.8k

Jake returns home long after midnight, bringing some good news with him. She’s already asleep and he decides to wake her in the best way, knowing his latest success will make her year.

Dual POV, as usual. It only changes once this time, their names are in bold when it happens. I hope you enjoy it if you give it a try! Thank you ❤️

Jake didn’t remember locking his car as gravel crunched under his jogging feet, focused entirely on getting inside to tell Manon something he’d been dying to since he left work. All signs of fatigue and stress dissipated when he pulled up to the cabin and saw she’d left the light on for him. The house was silent. He could only hear the creak of wood settling and the electronic sounds of their alarms engaging as he raced upstairs and crept inside their bedroom. His smile gentled as he padded to the bed and found her sprawled across his side, mouth slack, and the sheet had slipped as she slept, revealing her honeyed skin. He was certain that he had thoroughly explored every inch, using his mouth, hands, and teeth.

He knew if she woke to find him watching her, she’d laugh and tell him to get in bed before she banished him to the couch for waking her up. The mental image stole a breathy chuckle from his chest as he stripped down and decided to wake her up in the best way, completely unable to wait until morning light to tell her the good news. He silently went to her nightstand and slid it open, grabbing the velvet drawstring bag she kept her goodies in and taking out a slim black vibe before putting the rest away again. She lay on her back, legs crossed uncomfortably, and he knew she’d struggled to fall asleep. She was dead to the world as he crawled under the covers at her feet.

She made a murmuring sound as his hands pried her legs apart, shuffling to kneel between them as her spiced musk scent hit his bloodstream and sent his mind down lust-hazed paths. When she didn’t ask what he thought he was doing, he loosed a breath and pinned her leg to the bed, peppering her skin from her knee to her thigh with phantom kisses until he reached the apex of her thighs, smirking as he gave the same treatment to her other leg. She shivered, body tensing for a second as he hovered over her and turned to give her inner thigh a sharp little bite to make her gasp and mumble his name. He did the same to her other leg, harder this time now he knew she was awake. 

Jake grinned as she lifted the covers and her sleepy eyes locked on him, her fatigue clearing fast when he licked at his bottom lip and said, “I’m home, Sweetheart.” 

She cocked her head, and a dazed laugh tripped out of her mouth before she teased, “Oh, good. I thought you might be a horny ghost for a second.” 

Her tone was steady, but her breathing was quickening the longer he spent perched above her cunt, and a flush splashed her chest and neck with pink as he stared up at her. 

“Sorry to disappoint,” he said, chuckling before pressing a tender kiss into the scar on her hip. 

“Behave. Are you going to eat or just play with your food?” She asked in a breathy undertone, her brow arched and lips smirking at him, a challenge in her venom eyes that he could never back down from. 

“You know I like to take my time,” he murmured, breaking eye contact to drag a fingertip up the seam of her folds and feel the heat of her anticipation.

Manon chewed the inside of her cheek to keep quiet as Jake repeatedly teased her, barely grazing her clit with every pass of his finger through her dewy folds. She wasn't sure what had gotten into him and wasn't too interested in finding out as he finally lowered his head. She barely had time to brace herself before his mouth was on her. The gentlest of licks taunted her, and a soft sigh from the depths of her lungs released as his hot tongue opened her up and captured her essence, drinking her down with a pleased humm. His scratchy beard, clever mouth, and firm hands spreading her legs wider, pinning her down as he fluttered his tongue over her clit to make her cry out and bury her hands in his hair. 

He suckled her clit, drawing it into his mouth and swirling his stiff tongue around the tiny bundle of nerves. Heat cascaded through her as he groaned at the taste of her, and the fire only he could bring to life in her sprang to life as he relented to slide two long fingers inside her taut, wet heat. She flung her head back, teeth bared at the ceiling as he teased her with fingers and mouth, his tongue probing and delving into her sheened flesh, bringing her to the edge of release and leaving her hanging there as he backed up and fumbled for something on the bed. A quiet vibration made it over the roar of blood in her ears as she caught her breath and her heart tried to break free of its cage, sense abandoned her as anticipation robbed her of all rational thought. She was aware of herself talking, but she couldn’t understand a word of it. Jake simply smiled, crooked his fingers inside her, and pressed the vibrator against her clit, and he pulled his fingers. Her breath burst from her in a shout as her body fought the release, racing toward her faster than she was ready for it. 

The vibration intensified as her cunt flickered around his fingers, his eyes glued to her writhing form, and her tensing stomach told her she couldn’t hold it off for long. Her wetness coated his busy hand, making it too easy to hit every spot that drove her mad. Her mewls and moans turned to throaty cries, breath sawing, and her pulse was felt in every part of her, a second heartbeat in her core as he drove her to release. His eyes narrowed as she arched and shook her head, desperately fighting against the onslaught of sensations. He wouldn’t allow her to stay paused on the threshold of utter delirium. The toy changed patterns, his steady hand keeping it exactly where she needed. He added a third finger inside her dripping cunt, and the tinge of pain was too much, too good to bear for long. 

Her body arched off the bed as she sobbed urgently, sharp jabs of his fingers driving her too hard to hold it back. She let out a loud cry, the powerful, torn sound escaping into the silent room as he murmured her name and told her she was all he ever needed. The torrent of ripples and flutters spilled out from her core, and he allowed her no respite as he rose from his crouch, immediately manhandling her spasming body. He gathered up her legs, bent them over her torso to angle her ass in the air, and she clamped a hand over her mouth. The glint in his eyes was nothing short of predatory, and she trembled under his gaze, essence sliding down her inner thighs to soak the bed as black excitement ruled her. He used his arm like a steel band across her thighs to lock her in position, satisfied that she couldn't escape, and bent her further back.

It wasn’t fair. He knew what he was doing and had her trapped like prey. She could only pant through her nose as her chest heaved and her cunt quickly slackened around his length. Her release still lapped through her like luscious waves of steaming water as she screamed into her muffling hand. Her ass lifted to take him deeper, impossibly so, her inner walls fluttering wildly as she kept coming and he fucked her through it. Her cunt gripped his cock possessively, her fiery, sensitive flesh holding him captive. The brutal pleasure was so intense it was a burst of vivid scarlet light behind her quivering eyelids, wholly unable.

Somehow, she was pushed even further back. He withdrew from her tight clasp and slammed back in, his smile turning wicked as she pulsed around his cock, so deep inside her she foolishly thought they’d never be untangled. He soon found a rhythm that sent her reeling and stopped him from coming before she did. The mesmerizing sight of him using her body hard unleashed a guttural growl from her chest, every thrust was exquisitely emphatic and rough, her inner walls clenching with every drag of his cock. She was so slick and hot her cunt stroked and clung to his rigid length, sucked him, down, down, down. His dominance over her body was so consuming she no longer cared if she lost her mind in the aftermath. 

His plunging movements slowed, pace erratic as he turned his head and savagely bit her calf to smother his own desperate sounds. She didn't feel the pain, utterly absorbed in the pleasure that coiled and soared through her body. She couldn't imagine it feeling any better, but she wouldn’t risk voicing that aloud. He would take it as a dare and destroy her in the best way. It enthralled her, watching him as he raptly observed the erotic sight of her cunt swallowing his cock again and again. His sapphire eyes were heavy-lidded, face flushed, and intently focused on holding his own release back to make hers last. But she was in torment, wholly unable to withstand the razor edge she was balancing on, cutting her to the bone as the pleasure and pressure rising to steal her sanity demanded an outlet. 

She started begging, pleading through her gritted teeth, urging him to fuck her hard in a cracked and shivering voice, imploring him to make her ache. Make her scream. She wanted to feel him long after he left her body, a physical reminder of his love and worship of her. His midnight chuckle sent goosebumps scattering across her sweat-pebbled skin as he held down her twisted, quaking body with force and thrust within her taut cunt so viciously that her teeth rattled. He owned her in that moment, completely in control as she submitted to him and surrendered to the burning. Unable to move, talk, or retreat, she could only lie there and take it. 

Her orgasm was so violent, her inner walls clenched around his length, gripping him tightly, and dragged him into ecstasy with her. His feral growling and her choked cries blended as he buried himself inside her and emptied himself into her, flooding her completely. It was overwhelming. Even now, after all this time, his mastery of her still had the power to take her apart at the seams. She never doubted he’d be able to put her back together, her trust in him was set in stone. The strength of her release washed away all her worries, past, present, and future, leaving her only with warmth and love. Her twitching, aching body was leaden and light all at once, her pounding heart the only sound in her head. She wanted to stay in that rapturous, glowing place, to live and grow old together there, but Jake managed a few words that made her smile brighter than she had in weeks. 

“I found him. We can set the date soon, Sweetheart.”

~*~

Thank you for reading, liking or reblogging, I really appreciate it and I hope you enjoyed it. Take care and look after yourself 🥰❤️

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Everyone ready for an unhinged theory about The Gales from Willow 2022?

So obviously they’re a dark mirror for our protagonists, and they function like a lot of teams of baddies in media-- they tie up each character in combat scenes by either having skills that subvert what the heroes are good at, or are simply just better at the same skills the heroes have.

Have a fast and dexterous fighter like Kit? Throw the Scourge at her and it overpowers anything she throws at it. Have a knight commander in full armor? Toss the Lich at him and have it bamf out of existence every time he swings his sword at it.

But I think there’s more to them than being battle foils for the characters. When Elora and Kit are hemmed in by the Gales and Airk, he tells them that the Gales are, “not what you think they are.”

So much of Willow has to do with the past, and choices, visions and alternate futures, recursions and cursed blood. I think that the Gales actually are our heroes, from a time when they gave into the Crone’s temptations.

Spoilers under the cut.

The Lich / Graydon Hastur

There’s a lot going on with Graydon.

First, his scar. I think it’s pretty obvious that there’s something magic going on here, and my guess is that it is a seal meant to prevent whatever possessed Graydon in the first place from popping out again.

I’m going to hazard a guess that whatever is still inside him is where his magic comes from. Magic apparently comes in several colors, but it does seem to at least partially relate to who is casting it, and what the spell is.

Willow and Elora’s natural colors are green, which you can see in the training montages and in Elora’s battle with the crone. Red appears to be pretty obviously bad.

Something happens to Elora’s magic color when she casts a Nekotic spell the Crone taught her though. The color turns darker, and goes blue.

Graydon’s “natural” spell color seems to be purple, and it doesn’t change based on what he casts, even when he fights the Crone and uses a spell that sounds very Nekotic.

I think it’s only a matter of time before the influence of the Wyrm makes Graydon’s spell work go fully red.

I also think his scar/seal is spreading. During the trek across the shattered sea, Graydon begins to learn magic. We know from Willow that magic takes a toll on the body, and we see that a bit with Graydon during a conversation with Elora.

She tells him not to scratch at something, and Graydon pulls his shirt aside to look, very carefully not revealing what it is. It’s worth noting that this is not on the side that he was injured on, so it’s not that “acting up.” Instead, I think it’s the seal spreading as he uses more and more magic, thinning the line between him and whatever possessed him.

If the scar continues to spread, perhaps Graydon might come to look like the Lich that we know-- covered completely in scar tissue.

The Doom / Jade Claymore

This is the one that initially got the gears turning, and all because of the weapons involved.

Throwing stars are only used by two characters in the show, and it seems like such an odd choice. Not daggers, axes, or javelins, but throwing stars. The Bone Reavers and the Tir Asleen knights don’t seem to use them, so they’re not a cultural practice that Jade might be familiar with. They aren’t used in the original movie either. Jade uses them once in battle, and then once during a training scene which doesn’t seem to have any story significance other than to remind us that she has them.

The only other character to use such a distinctive weapon is the Doom, when attacking the silt sleigh.

Because we’re talking about weapons, it’s worth noting that the Doom dual wields metal whips. Until the last episode, the only one of our heroes to dual wield her weapons is Jade, when she uncouples her sword from its staff/sheath

Speaking of distinctive, the Doom’s dark metal face plate is pretty unique, but we do know another character who wears a face mask into battle-- a battle that took some of Jade’s innocence with it.

I also really like the symbolism of the Doom’s first fight being with Kit and Sorsha, the very people Jade is most adamant about protecting.

The Dag / Kit Tanthalos

This one feels like a fairy-tale curse. What does Kit’s dream mother offer her? Freedom, a chance to go wherever she wants. In the usual wicked twist of irony, why not make that freedom both symbolic and literal by transforming her into a bird creature? Rootless, homeless, chasing after who she used to be and the girl she used to love.

The Scourge / Thraxus Boorman

This one doesn’t have much to go on--  they’re both tall, beefy dudes? The only thing that might be symbolic is that we know Boorman would rather jump off the edge of the world than have an intimate conversation-- what better way to avoid intimacy than to have a spiked cage around your head?

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Imagine if there is a role reversal AU of the Fire Royal Siblings

8 year old Azula will be cuddling the Earth Kingdom doll Iroh gifted her and 10 year old Zuko will be sadistically brandishing the Never Give Up In Fight dagger Iroh gifted him. Azula will be a runt in the fire royal siblings while Zuko being the firebending prodigy. Zuko stole Azula's Earth Kingdom doll and taunts: "Who's gonna make me Zula, mom?" when Azula tries to get her doll back from Zuko. Zuko will address Azula :"Zula". Zuko will say: "A real general will never give up without a fight and burn Ba Sing Se to the ground".

11-year-old Azula will speak out against the general's idea to sacrifice the 41st division and Azula will be begging for Ozai's mercy and gets herself scarred by Ozai while 13-year-old Zuko watches smirking out of schadenfreude. Azula's Agni kai outfit comprises of a red Tabengman top (Thai woman fighter's top the one Raya from Raya and the last dragon wore)

Azula will have both sides of her head shaved save with her signature top knot due to her loss in the Agni Kai as hair is linked to honor. Her Fire Nation armor and helmet will be identical to Zuko due to gender equality in the Fire Nation however the colour palette will correspond to her book 2 Fire Nation outfit so that she will not pass as a female version of Zuko, and she gets banished by the Fire Nation, the only way to regain her honor is to capture the Avatar. Her non winter Fire Nation outfit in Book 1 will be the outfit she wore in Book 2. She will still wear red lipstick

Zuko will retain original pre-Agni Kai appearance which comprising of his ponytail with full hair, his original Fire Nation armor he wore in Book 1.

Azula will bend orange flames while Zuko will bend blue flames and lightning.

When Azula arrives in the Southern Water Tribe, Sokka will be sexist to her after he got defeated by Azula. Azula took umbrage with Sokka's sexism and retaliates Sokka and retorts:" In my country, men and women are equal!" Azula and Sokka fought. Sokka was defeated by Azula and she was about to finish Sokka off Aang comes to Sokka's rescue by flipping Azula with his penguin , causing her helmet to fall off. Her hairstyle will be revealed and everyone in the Southern Water Tribe laughs at her hairstyle, Azula gets infuriated and firebends at the Southern Water Tribe people, thankfully Aang extinguishes the flames in the nick of time.

Azula will disguise herself as the blue Spirit in order to capture Aang and wield dual board swords.

Azula likens Aang to Zuko after Azula seeks shelter in a cave in the blizzard and tells Aang that Zuko's a firebending prodigy and he is well adored in the Fire Nation and tells Aang that her father remarks that Azula is lucky to be born and Zuko is born lucky.

Zuko will be tasked to capture Azula and Iroh for being the failure and traitor of the Fire Nation respectively under the order of Ozai.

Zuko under the supervision of Li and Lo practices his lightning bending.

Zuko tricks Azula into thinking Ozai wants her back. Azula screeches at Zuko for lying to her once the Fire Nation ship commander accidentally label Azula and Iroh as prisoners.

Zuko threatened the local Earth Kingdom villagers with cruel punishment from the Fire Lord should one of them harbor the traitors.

Azula uses her shuriken knife to cut off her top knot in order to disguise herself.

Azula and Iroh will settle down in Song's apartment. Azula will disguise herself as Li , Li means beautiful in Chinese. Azula will wear a headscarf to cover her nearly bald hairstyle and a Tang dynasty round collar banbi ( a type of Tang dynasty hanfu) and a qun (skirt( with a waistband and a sash and slits on both sides of the skirt) and Qing dynasty female trousers and Tang dynasty female shoes in dark and medium shades of green. Azula disguises herself as the Blue Spirit to rob rich Earth Kingdom merchant's possessions in order to sustain herself and her uncle.

Zuko will recruit his girlfriend Mai and Ty Lee to capture Iroh and Zuko. Zuko greets Mai with a kiss when recruiting her. Zuko decides to capture Aang.

In the Azula alone episode, Azula's hair growsback and sports a boyish hairstyle, forehead showing and he sidelocks framing her half of face and wears a Tang dynasty hat Weimao, Azula will isolate herself and stand up for female version of Lee and stays in the latter's house in Azula Alone episode. Azula murmurs to herself: "Zuko always lies, Zuko always lies." Azula will rescue the female version of Lee with her dual swords and remembers her mother's words to never forget her identity. Azula guides the female version of Lee swordfighting. When Azula's identity as a firebender was revealed due to her act of blending her firebending with her swordfighting Azula introduces herself to Gow :"My name is Azula. daughter of Ursa and Fire Lord Ozai. Princess of the Fire Nation, and heir to the throne." Azula attempts to give the female version of Lee the Earth Kingdom doll however the former was rejected by the latter.

In the Chase episode, Zuko imitates Azula to Aang in order to give the latter a clearer picture of who the former is by saying:"I must capture the Avatar to restore my honour." Zuko and Azula fights over Aang. Zuko gets belly bumped by Iroh and gets cornered by Team Avatar, Iroh and Azula. Zuko pretends to surrender to them and takes down Iroh, much to Azula's horror. Azula violently rebuffs Katara's offer of help.

In the Bitter Work episode, Azula tends to Iroh's wounds. Azula tells Iroh that Iroh wants she and her brother to get along. Much to Azula's surprise, Iroh tells Azula that Zuko is crazy and needs to go down. Iroh teaches Azula on how to redirect Zuko's lightning in case Azula encounters Zuko.

Azula will be recruited by Jet and the Freedom fighters to steal food to sustain themselves during the trip to Ba Sing Se.

Azula's Ba Sing Se casual outfit will be based on Han Chinese woman's Qing Dynasty outfit comprising of top and trousers which comes in shades of green and wears a red lipstick. Azula fought Jet when Jet tries to expose to the tea shop owner that Iroh and Azula are from the Fire Nation.

In Tales of Ba Sing Se, Azula will have a girl's night out with Jin. Azula's outfit will be a Manchu dress in shades of green.

Azula will disguise herself as the blue Spirit so as to steal Appa and bait Team avatar so that she can capture Aang and Azula ditches her Blue Spirit mask in lake laogai , subsequently falls ill for releasing Appa. Azula's hair grows in a bob and her sidelocks will frame her face. Azula dreams herself as the Fire lord and be flanked by the red dragon with Iroh's voice and blue one with Zuko's voice, foreshadowing her situation in Crossroads of destiny.

Azula wakes up in a good mood and assists Iroh in opening the Jasmine Dragon tea shop.

Zuko, Mai and Ty lee defeats and captures the Kyoshi warriors and stole their outfits and makeup in order to infiltrate to Ba Sing Se and conquers Ba Sing se under disguise of the Kyoshi warriors.

Katara will unintentionally misgender Zuko as Suki when reporting to him and his teammates about Azula and Iroh's presence in Ba Sing Se.

Zuko's Dai Lee outfit will be identical to Long Feng's and his hairstyle will be almost identical to Ozai's with a touch of the Dai Lee style . Azula's formal Earth kingdom attire will comprise of a pink peony in her hair and bright green and gold Manchu top with pants and with pink floral motifs.

Azula and Iroh will be tricked by Zuko into thinking that the Earth King invites them to serve him tea. Azula will be imprisoned with Katara in the crystal catacombs. Katara will offer to heal Azula's scar. Zuko manipulates Azula into siding him. Zuko kills Aang with his lightning.

Ozai praises Azula for killing Aang. Azula confronts Zuko for lying. Azula feeds the turtleducks.

Azula blames Iroh for his downfall and hires the Combustion Man to kill Aang. Zuko's hairstyle will be identical to Ozai in Book 3 except for the Beach episode and Azula will revert to her original hairstyle during her return to the Fire Nation.

Zuko will sport a ponytail during his trip to Ember Island.

Zuko crushes the Fire Nation boys' sandcastle with Mai flanking him , hand on Zuko's chest. Ty Lee tries to cheer Azula up and tries to encourage Azula to have fun in the beach. Zuko proposes a kuai ball duel with other the kuai ball players. Zuko gloats: "Yes! We defeated you for all time! You will never rise from the ashes of your shame and humiliation!" In Chan's party, Zuko orders Azula to get Mai some food, reluctantly, Azula gets her some food, walks away, someone bumps into her and she drops the food. Cut to close-up view of the food hitting the ground. Azula snaps:"Hey , watch it! This food is for my friend!" The female partygoer taunts Azula. Enraged, Azula shoves her , breaking Chan's grandmother's vase. Upon hearing the vase break, Mai berates Azula for losing control. Azula snaps back:" Well, at least I feel something, as opposed to you. You have no passion for anything! You're just a big blah!'' Ty Lee tries to intervene. Zuko indifferently sat there. Chan demands what is going on, the partygoer holds Azula accountable for breaking the vase, Azula blames the partygoer. Chan refuses to listen to Azula and kicks Azula out. Azula storms off goes to the abandoned vacation house, where she reminisces about memories of herself as a child with her mother, father, and uncle. She spots a stone imprinted with her own baby hand print, only for her eyes to be drawn to an old family portrait hanging on the wall. Ty Lee finds Azula and tells Azula to go to the beach.

Azula burns her family's painting to help kindle fire to keep them warm, prompting Ty Lee to wonders out loud whys he would burn something so precious. She snaps at her to mind her own business and that she does not understand her. When Mai comes to the defense of her friend, ordering Azula to leave her alone, Azula starts to mock Ty Lee and calls her a circus freak. As Ty Lee bursts out into tears, Zuko laughs.

Azula rants about her life where she admits that she is always angry, but unsure why. Zuko, Mai and Ty lee all pressure her into giving an answer, and she finally screams that she is angry at herself while shooting fire in the air because she does not know the difference between right and wrong anymore. Zuko tells everyone that Ursa thinks he is a monster.

Azula wants to speak out against Zuko's proposal to burn Ba Sing Se to the ground in the war meeting but she can't.

Redeemed Azula's appearance will be her Book 2 outfit and retains her signature top knop and lipstick.

Azula confronts Ozai during the invasion and Zuko holds Aang, Sokka and Toph off.

Azula greets Team avatar :'Hello Azula here." Azula successfully joins Team Avatar. Azula goes with her life changing field trip with Aang, Sokka and Katara during her days with Team avatar. Mai betrays Zuko, telling Zuko that she values her friendship with Azula more than she fears him. Ty Lee chi blocks Zuko before he can fight Mai. Zuko throws Mai and Ty Lee in prison. Zuko raids Team Avatar in the Southern raiders episode, Azula holds Zuko off.

Zuko blurts out to Ozai:"You can't treat me like Azula! when being told by the latter that the former can't burn Ba Sing Se to the ground alongside with the latter.

A schizophrenic Zuko tells Ursa that she thinks he is a monster during his preparation for his coronation as the Fire lord.

A mentally unstable Zuko fights Azula in an Agni Kai. Zuko accidentally injures Azula when Azula takes the lightning for Katara. Zuko being defeated by Katara slips into insanity and Katara heals Azula's wounds. Katara and Azula watches on as Zuko writhes in insanity and in chains.

Azula is appointed as the Fire lord and serves tea to Team Avatar in her spring green and gold Manchu dress with pink floral motifs and her hairstyle is styled in a liangbatou with pink florals and red lipstick in Jasmine Dragon Tea Shop.

#zuko #prince zuko #atla zuko #avatar the last airbender #azula #princess azula #atla azula #azula avatar #role reverse #Fire Royal siblings

[art-that-fucks-you-up-tournament]

SET EIGHT - ROUND TWO - MATCH TWO

"Susanna and the Elders, Restored - X-Ray" (1998 - Kathleen Gilje) / "Moby Dick" (? - Gérard DuBois)

SUSANNA AND THE ELDERS, RESTORED - X-RAY: The piece by artemisia gentileschi I would like to humbly submit is actually a little unique, as it is both by artemesia and by another artist. You see the original painting is called "Susanna and the Elders", and it represents the story of Susanna being spied on, naked, by town elders and then they try to blackmail her into having sex with them. When she refuses, they try and put her on trial for sexual immorality (claiming she slept with them). Her name is eventually cleared. It was typical, in the era that artemisia gentileschi was painting, to depict the story of Susanna as that of a sexy lady bathing sexily and coquettishly, aware and flirty with the elders spying on her. artemisia was having fucking none of it. Her final painting is a departure from this style of depiction showing Susanna visibly uncomfortable with the lecherous elders. BUT THIS ISN'T THE VERSION I'M SUBMITTING. You see, artemisia gentileschi had (supposedly) made an earlier version of this painting, and been asked to paint it over as it was "too disturbing". Although that version is lost to the ages, Kathleen Gilje created a version of that image, underpainted using lead and visible by xray, inspired by artemisia's own life. Without going into disrespectful detail, artemisia gentileschi was sexually assaulted in her life. And she poured some of her rage about it into this painting, before (apocraphally) being forced to sanitize it (into something still radically different than the mainstream depiction). The rage and horror that bleeds through the x-ray version of Susanna and the Elders? Makes me feel like my bones are being liquefied. I feel holy righteous rage and solidarity and love for a woman nearly 4 centuries removed. I feel things too embarrassingly personal to put in a poll.Artemisia Gentileschi based the bodies of both Judith in the first painting and Susanna in the second on her own. Perhaps because of this, perhaps simply because of her immense skill as an artist, the women (and situations) in these paintings feel real. I feel like I could reach out and touch. Gilje's depiction of anguish and the connection made to artemisia's life is palpable. (@sepulchral-pulchritude)

MOBY DICK: This is Gerard Dubois' cover illustration for a recent French language edition of the classic novel. It's a stunning work, visually and thematically. Captain Ahab: you know the type. Rashly self-confident, indifferent to any consideration beyond his own schemes, not a scrap of wisdom. His response to losing a limb is to double down. Captain Ahab as tech bro is befitting, Nantucket whalers being the high tech of their day. How easy it is to picture Ahab swapping grievances with Elon or Zuck over cocktails on a superyacht. The Whale seems only curious about this wierd little man, but what does Ahab spy with his little Eye? Could it be his own Shadow: insecurity, inadequacy, and insignificance? And amusement: who are you laughing at? Those are insults worth sacrificing all hands to erase. [Was the crew of the Pequod all-in? Or did they just need the work?] Hubris is as old as humanity itself. (@welcome-to-the-night-gallery)

("Susanna and the Elders, Restored" is a painting by American artist and art restorer Kathleen Gilje based on "Susanna and the Elders" by Artemisia Gentileschi. Gilje painted a more violent interpretation of the scene in lead paint, then painted a copy of the original Susanna and the Elders over top. This x-ray of the painting was then done to reveal the dual picture. It is not an x-ray of the original painting by Gentileschi.

"Moby Dick" is an illustration by French artist Gérard DuBois.)

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[sirfrogsworth]

Just got back from the movie. The theater was in the middle of this hipster village type deal. Trendy shops and a wine bar.

I walked into the Alamo Drafthouse and the people at the front just kinda looked at me as I walked by. I had my ticket ready on my phone, but no one scanned it or looked at it. I don't know if it is always like that, but maybe next time I should try not buying a ticket and see what happens.

The large format fancy theater was as far away from the entrance as possible. I should have brought my cane. But I made it okay. It was indeed large and fancy. The seats were very comfortable and had electric reclining. There was also a button to summon a waiter which felt very high tech. And he would duck down super low as he walked in front of everyone. He looked like a penguin scurrying along. I ordered a pizza and it showed up just in time for the movie. It was pretty tasty.

The video quality was fine. I honestly didn't see a huge difference with the 4K laser projector, but the large screen was nice. I might be spoiled by my fancy HDR, 2000 nit TV. Projection just can't do that.

The front audio was much better than the last theater. Very clear voices. But the bass was a little boomy. Unfortunately I think they calibrate the audio for when there are more people there. 100+ humans in a space add a lot of absorption and diffusion. But there were maybe 8 people total and there wasn't anything to suck up the bass.

The Atmos was not even noticeable except in one or two scenes. That was disappointing. Atmos was one of the main reasons I chose that theater. I don't know if they skipped getting a Dolby calibrator or something. The side speakers were audible, but the ceiling speakers never made themselves known. Not even in the thunderstorm scene.

The ceilings were extremely high, so I'm wondering if the speakers were just too far away. Inverse square law would dictate they would need a lot of power and volume to cover that distance. This is probably why Dolby officially certifies theaters and this wasn't one of them.

This is what a front speaker in a theater looks like. There are usually at least 3 of them. Bigger spaces might do an array of 6--all behind the screen.

That is 7 feet tall, 200 pounds, and takes 3000 watts of power.

And you'll usually have 3 of these dual 18" subwoofers.

These beasts require 4000 watts of power and are also 200 pounds.

A typical theater Atmos speaker is like this.

About 30 inches tall and handles 350 watts.

All of those speakers have to cover about the same distance. Meaning the ceiling speakers were at a major size and power disadvantage.

So I think the theater was too big and too tall for Atmos to work effectively. You probably have to trade off a big screen or good sound. I'm going to try an official Dolby theater next time to see the difference.

The movie itself was okay. Maybe a 6 out of 10. A few good laughs, some fun action, but the humor was very hit and miss.

Now, I'm not just saying this because they are a creep, but Ezra is just... a lot. They do their funny jokey thing and it gets old very fast. It was okay when they were a side character, but when they are leading a movie, it fizzles. And then there is a second Ezra in the movie and they do the funny jokey thing turned up to 11.

Way too much Ezra.

But then Michael Keaton enters and he's just fantastic. I got such a rush of nostalgia from the 1989 Batman. That was probably my favorite movie for a good 3 years. 8 year old me was so happy to see my first Batman again. They even forced him to do some super cringe fanservice lines--and he nailed them.

He was like, "I'm going to take this bullshit line and make it awesome. Because I'm the goddamn Batman."

And Sasha Calle as Supergirl was also excellent. Though she was very underutilized. But if they can keep her, I think she could be a fan favorite.

The big complaint about The Flash has been the CGI. And I would say 75% of the CGI was great. There was a reveal of the Batwing that looked stunning. Supergirl flying was great. The vehicles were great. All of the invisible effects like backgrounds and set extensions were flawless. There was a big car chase that looked decent. There were plenty of top notch VFX in this movie. And I think the artists should be proud of those.

The stuff that didn't work was mostly just because the situations were unrealistic or the art direction was poorly done or they just didn't spend enough time polishing the effect.

When they animated Micheal Keaton doing jumpy flippy ninja moves, it didn't sell perfectly. And the speed and power of the Kryptonions was not nearly as well done as in Man of Steel.

But I know why people said the CGI was terrible. Though I don't actually think it was the CGI that was bad. I'm pretty sure they just made a poor aesthetic choice. Flash goes into the Speedforce and they cleary wanted to make it trippy and otherworldly. I don't think they were going for photorealism. I think they intentionally wanted everything to be in the uncanny valley. Unfortunately the style they chose looked more like a video game.

They were trying to do a Dr. Strange type effect and it just didn't work. It ended up being more... Lawnmower Man.

The only truly terrible effects were CG renders of people they couldn't get to do proper cameos because they were fired or were dead. Usually you need a 3D scan to do a CG double and it's hard to do that on dead people. The best was Admiral Tarkin in Rogue One, but they spent months and months on that.

CG Henry Cavill was probably the worst effect in the entire film and I'm guessing that really pissed people off.

The Flash running also looked bad, but that was 100% because Ezra Miller runs like a goof.

I have no idea why they run like that, but it looks so dumb and ruins the speed effect. Like, if you took them out and put someone running normally into the effect, it would have looked super neat.

And the only other VFX that didn't quite work was these slow motion falling babies. They looked photorealistic, but something about animating a falling baby in slow motion did not look right. Again, I don't think this was bad CGI. I think it was just a visual that was impossible to make realistic.

I know that sounds like a lot of bad effects, but that was every bad effect out of 2000+ total. Maybe 15 shots out of those 2000 were memorably bad. But the bad shots are always the most memorable and I guess that is why you don't hear folks talking about all of the flawless ones.

If you do see this movie and you haven't heard Kevin Smith's Superman story, you definitely should watch that first. Because the best gag in the movie will go over your head otherwise.

Sooooo, yeah... that was my night at the movies. On the drive there I got to see the Arch and downtown and it was beautiful. And on the drive home, Google decided to take me through every spooky ass neighborhood in St. Louis at midnight.

FUN!

#long post

[johnconway]

I've decided to turn the tables on AI. It gives me the prompts, I paint the pictures. They are painted as quickly as I can. Sad to say, I'm still a little bit slower than most online generators. But perhaps if I get enough VC backing I can improve performance.

I used my local LLM, Zephyr 7b, which is a Mistral derivative (if you care about this stuff!). So, I asked it to give me prompts, and it gave me back these d33p artistic ideas:

"Amidst a field of wildflowers in full bloom stands a towering structure that seems to defy all laws of nature. Its angles are sharp and unforgiving, its surfaces gleaming and reflective like polished steel. Yet despite its futuristic appearance, this edifice is grounded by the very earth it stands upon; roots winding their way deep into the soil, inextricably linking man-made structure to natural landscape. This image represents the tension between progress and preservation, a call for us to find harmony where they meet, rather than let them stand as opposing forces."

-----

"As an artist envisioning a complex tableau, I seek to create a visual metaphor that speaks to the dual nature of human existence – our inner turmoil and external serenity. The scene is set at twilight, where the last rays of the sun meet the onset of night in a symphony of colors, blending the boundaries between day and night. At the center stands a colossal, ancient tree, its roots deeply entrenched in the earth, symbolizing our connection to nature and our foundational beliefs. The tree's branches stretch upwards and outwards, bifurcating into intricate patterns that mirror the complexity of human thoughts and emotions.

Half of the tree is lush and blooming, covered in verdant leaves and vibrant flowers, teeming with birds and wildlife, representing the vitality of life and the beauty of outward expressions. The other half, however, is starkly different, with gnarled branches, devoid of foliage, whispering of the silent struggles and the decay that lurks within. This dichotomy illustrates the contrasting aspects of our lives – the visible joy and the hidden sorrows.

Beneath the tree, a serene pond reflects this duality, not just as a mirror image, but with a surreal twist. The reflection shows the tree in full bloom on the barren side, and vice versa, suggesting that what we see on the surface is not always the reality.

The visual style for this image will be inspired by the Pointillism technique, where small, distinct dots of color are applied in patterns to form an image. This style will add an element of surprise and depth to the artwork, as the scene's full complexity and beauty will only be revealed upon closer inspection, symbolizing the idea that understanding and empathy require a closer look beyond the surface.

This artwork is an invitation to the viewer to contemplate the balance between our external persona and internal struggles, encouraging a deeper understanding of the human condition." -----

"In the center of a vast and barren desert landscape, there stands a lone figure cloaked in a long, flowing dress made entirely of shimmering gold fabric. This woman appears to be walking through the sandy expanse with ease, her every step leaving behind glittering footprints that twist and turn like winding rivers. Her hair is a cascade of purest silver, billowing gently in an unseen wind.

As she moves deeper into the desert, the woman begins to transform. Her skin takes on the same radiant quality as her dress, becoming infused with a brilliant golden glow that seems almost otherworldly. And atop her head, where once there was only silver hair, now rises a magnificent crown of swirling gold and silver filaments that shimmer and dance in the air like living fireworks.

This woman is a personification of hope and resilience, an embodiment of the human spirit that can weather even the most barren and desolate landscapes with grace and determination. Her dress is symbolic of her inner strength and her ability to transform adversity into something beautiful and valuable. The golden glow she emits represents the radiant light of hope that shines within us all, guiding our path through life's challenges no matter how harsh they may be. And as for the surprising visual style I mentioned earlier? Well...what if this woman isn't walking alone after all? As viewers follow her progress across the desert, we begin to notice tiny glimmers of light dancing just beneath the sand at her feet - and before long, it becomes clear that she is actually surrounded by a throng of shimmering golden fireflies that flit and flutter around her like living sparks. This unexpected twist adds an extra layer of meaning to the image, reminding us that even in our darkest moments, there is always hope and beauty to be found - if only we know where to look for it."

 I also put the prompt back in to DALL-E 3, which is the final image.

#art #ai #dalle3 #tasteless #oh my god so tasteless

[triplesilverstar]

Rating: 18+ Minors DNI 

Pairing: Vash X Wolfwood, Vash X F!Reader, Wolfwood X F!Reader,  Vash X F!Reader X Wolfwood

CW: Smut, hickies, making out, voyeuristic, groping, clothed sex, grinding, biting.

Word count: Roughly .6K

A/N: Well at work today saw some sexy art work and got a little inspired and threw in some holiday fun. Enjoy.

A low whine rang from the small alcove along with the sound of wet smacking, turning to look into the space you swallow. Nicholas has Vash shoved up against the wall, his tie undone and his blazer pushed down his shoulders, the top button of his shirt undone to reveal his pale neck covered in hickies and salvia. His cheeks painted a bright red to match his suit, his blond spiked hair flattening against the wall behind him and his lips parted.

Nicholas himself looks slightly more put together, but slight might have been an exaggeration. His own black suit is loosened, Vash’s long fingers gripping his shoulders through the white fabric shirt and his legs wrapped around his waist. One of Nicholas's muscled thighs shifted forward as if in a lunge and supported the blond as his mouth sucked another mark into the whining mess of a man in his hold.

Nicholas had invited both of you to his Christmas party and while the festivities were winding down for the night you had slipped away to use the facilities. You sure hadn't expected on your way back down the hallway, after taking a few wrong turns, to find your boyfriends making out like a pair of dogs in heat in an alcove. Damn did that sight make your core clench, and you could feel yourself growing more and more wet with the noises they were making.

At a particular hard suck you gulped, the slurping noise has you tingling at the bar of your spine.

Your own noise alerts both of them, Nicholas pulling away with a wet pop from Vash that makes you throb with desire. Both of their faces flushed and Vash, bless his blond head, looks ruined already as his eyes gently crack open.

The realization it's you watching them has Nicholas grinning and Vash reaching one hand out towards you. A hand you’re happy to take, letting him pull you towards him like a sailor answering the call of a siren's song. Tilting his head to slot his mouth over yours for a quick kiss before pointing upwards. “We found some mistletoe.” He's breathless with a rasp to his voice as the hand that had been holding yours let's go to reach down and grab your ass giving it a squeeze.

Arching into both of their bodies as Nicholas, not to be outdone, tangles a hand in your hair. His lips are far more insistent as his teeth nip at the plump bottom lip, parting them and your tongue rushing to meet his in a wild dance. The feeling of Vash's legs moving downwards and sliding along your body as he stands once more.

A groan from Nicholas makes you assume that the free hand Vash has is now between his thighs. Whimpering as a set of teeth drag down along your neck before soothing the scraps with a swipe of their tongue.

When a rougher palm starts to slide along the inside of your thigh and under your dress you pull away. Well aware you're already feeling the effects of their dual attention on. “Gentlemen. I think we should move this party home before we start fucking like animals in a hallway.”

“We don't have mistletoe at home.” Rasped in your ear by the blond sucking on your neck, no doubt wanting to make the two of you match.

You don't think, just reach up and grab the edge of the low hanging decoration. “We will.” A final kiss before the boys put themselves back together and you order an Uber to get the three of you home. An Uber of behaving that as soon as the apartment door was closed the three of you are on one another and you end up with Vash balls deep in your core and the hem of your dress in your mouth. Nicholas pounding into Vash and groaning how mistletoe should be a thing year round.

Hard to argue with that logic when it leads to great sex.

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