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astralartefact · 9 months

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i can hear a voice... of cards Divine 063y Analysis Post

This post is a part 2, you can find part 1 here Voice of Cards: Forsaken Maiden spoilers under the cut (including the final boss)

Alternate Title: Mommy, but make it Daddy

But first, the unhinged conspiracy board continues!

(I will keep expanding the original one with each new costume because I think that makes it more fun)

This time our divine costume seems to be based on the Ivory Spirit (who I speculate to be the OG grotesquerie queen)

I have absolutely no concept of how many people have actually played forsaken maiden, so I will include the card of the final boss, which is made up of all the spirits/gods in the game so you have some concept of what's probably coming next

Divine Akeha was likely based on Lac, who became the big monster at the top, Divine 063y is likely the Ivory Spirit (the hanging lady to the upper left). what remains are the red one on the lower left, the black one (with green) on the lower right and the blue kraken

(btw, if you are in any way interested in voice of cards but you don't want to buy all three (bc honestly they're a little pricey for what they are), i recommend forsaken maiden. it's a little bit harder than the other two but it's imo the best one and as far as i know the only 'lore relevant' one (for now))

Anyways. Back to 063y.

The two things I immediately noticed were the hidden eyes (the Ivory Spirit's eyes are hidden behind her hair) and the collar thing which looks very similar to the pin Lac has on his belly but interpreted as some sort of shackle. A lot of the details on the costume seem to be designed like shackles, but I guess that's a given since 063y's title is Prisoner.

Another thing is that the outfit is primarily white but it has some black accents mainly on the inside lining (it seems like if you turn the outfit inside out, all of the white fabric would 'turn' black) - which also mirrors the Ivory Spirits design with its black straps contrasting the uniformly white design. Since the Ivory Spirit is likely designed as an extension of Furiae's design from DoD 1 where the black straps kind of resembled some sort of mild bondage-thing to on one hand contrast her mostly pure white facade and on the other to represent her being 'caged' into her role as goddess, I think it's very fitting to take that to 063y's role as "Prisoner" too for example with the straps on his torso.

While he doesn't wear a crown on his head like Akeha (one of the common features all the gods have in VoC) there is one on the handle of his sword. I don't necessarily think it's intentional and/or means anything, but I did realize when spotting the one on the sword that flowers and crowns kind of have similar shapes...

And speaking of his weapon, it also seems to glow (if you look at the lighting of his hand) similar to how Lanca's weapon 'glows' (Lanca is the Ivory Spirit's Maiden and her weapon is bestowed with the spirit's power)

It's a little bit hard to see, but notice the yellow 'halo' lines, which can also be found on some of the other maiden's weapons (especially their ultimate weapons)

Finally - and this is really a stretch, which is why it is a blue string on the board - 063y wears shackles on his wrists (which imo also mimic the straps on the Ivory Spirit's gloves) and it looks to me like the right shackle has a different color from the one on the left. This could very well just be from the weapon's glow effect and it's actually supposed to be the same color, the artist just decided to represent the light in this way.

However. It does line up with the fact that that's the arm the Ivory Spirit uses to move Lac and because of that it's also the arm she loses when she merges into the final boss form.

And if it actually is on purpose, then it's probably also on purpose that that's the arm Zero has a prosthesis with the Ivory Spirit's symbol on which also inhabits something that looks very much like Lac.

(For more info see my post on the Ivory Spirit here)

As for the stories:

Character Story

O, God And our dear son, who now rests at God's side Watch over us in this endless war ────────────────────────────────── WE THROW OURSELVES INTO THIS FIGHT PLACING ALL WE LOVE IN PERIL BUT IS WHAT COMES AFTER WORTH IT? IF ONLY WE COULD BECOME FLOWERS EMPTY OUR MINDS BLOOM TOGETHER FOREVER

Weapon Story

I love you I love you I love you The many years I spent with you keep me ruthless and cruel I love you I love you I love you The whole of your life nourishes my newly blossoming heart I love you I love you I love you Your warmth soothes the grief I carry for the child I lost I love you I love you I love you The trembling of my body instantly stops when you fight by my side

(nierrein.guide you are a gift sent from the heavens i still need to donate to your kofi)

Flowers. *standing ovation*

(i think 063y and FF6x's hidden stories reference the flower religion too, but i haven't looked into it enough to make any meaningful connection between them and the drakengard flower/the ivory spirit. i guess this could potentially be some hint that the god of the flower religion is the ivory spirit too)

I kind of talked about it in my reincarnation theme analysis post (i think it was a mistake to put a tier list as the picture now people ignore it more q.q please read it i was relatively proud of it and don't worry the tierlist barely comes up) but i think it's really interesting just how much 063y is reduced to his son and his wife. it's just to such an extent that i'm kind of wondering if the writers actually realize what they're doing and don't just fuel it on accident...

I guess - as a gay guy who isn't particularly invested in becoming father - it's just fascinating to see this (almost glorified) relationship ideal be depicted this dystopic? like this is "what a father should be", the one true thing society has decided is the most good for a man to be and it results in one of reincarnation's ultimate losses of agency (and this means a lot since as i explored in my other post reincarnation is almost only loss of agency)

is it really agency to choose and fight if you're stuck in an eternal war against flowers is that subtext on masculinity i sense there? that is literally built on abusing your faithful duty to your wife and child to keep fighting forever. there is simply no other option - he has to protect the ones he loves. why? because he's a good father. and if he doesn't do it for his kid he does it for his wife and if his wife wasn't there - then what?

he is literally the perfect husband, the perfect father and yet all of this comes to the conclusion that without his family 063y has no other purpose - and that's why he can be abused into fighting an eternal war with no hope in sight. and that's just sad. and i hope that the writers are aware of that - mostly because if they're not careful it can easily skew into an incel-like "F66y is just an evil wife that exploits 063x's good nature - just like all women" sort of thing

I will end it here since I have way too many thoughts on this and it's already kind of out of place in this post... I might read up on his stories and write a post, but don't count on it.

Edit: I did the bad thing and pulled much more often than I should but hey, I got him. Twice. (don't worry, i don't spend money on gacha games, i just have a lot of free currency saved up)

First of all, as always, the pull screen is far too cool so I'll include it. Totally unrelated I would love to point your attention to "robes of speech."

Because to speak you need a voice. A Voice. of. CAR---

(Same thing with Forsaken)

I was right about the weapon glow, it's much more noticeable in-game. Sadly I was also right about being wrong about the wrist rings, they are the same color so that whole point is moot i guess

The markings on the sword vaguely reminds me of the ivory spirit sigil? But it's not enough that i would say it's on purpose.

He also has this glowy piece of fabric on his back (which I will just delusionally state to look similar to the ivory spirit's long hair)

His character skill is called THREE RINGS (All Caps), but I'm pretty sure that's not particularly voc related.

All in all seeing the design in 3D I will say that I might actually for once have read a little bit too much into it (but hey, it's much more fun this way)

I wouldn't completely rule it out, they might just have interpreted the ivory spirit design more loosely than they did with Akeha, but I'm certainly a bit more shakey about it than I was with her (who I stand by, that one can't be a coincidence). We'll see what happens with upcoming Divine designs and who knows, maybe only some of them are based on the Forsaken Maiden spirits while some of them are not.

#nier reincarnation #nier #voice of cards #forsaken maiden #yoko taro #i still need people to know just how savage lanca is #it's been a while so i don't know how much of that i'm retroactively making up about her but #when i say lanca is mini zero i do mean that #she is literally just zero but without the sex talk #if zero and lanca had a screaming match zero would lose

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razieltwelve · 2 years

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Three Swords (Final Effect)

Penny’s gaze is warm. “May I?”

Her Imperial Majesty Averia VII smiles and gently hands Thyra over to the Synthetic. “Of course.”

Penny chuckled as the baby immediately reaches for a lock of her red hair. Tiny wisps of frost dance in the air around the princess, and Penny reaches up to brush a few snowflakes out of her hair. “I would comment on the family resemblance, but I think it’s well known by now.”

If not for the difference in eye colour, Penny could easily have been looking at a younger version of Averia.

“True.” Averia’s Semblance washed over them, gently dismissing the ice that Thyra had instinctively summoned. “Thank you for your coming.”

“I remember when you were born,” Penny said, offering a finger to Thyra. The baby latched onto it with both hands, a fierce expression of concentration on her face. “Arendelle Prime sang when you were born, or so the Cetra who were with me said.”

Averia blushed. “They were probably just exaggerating.”

“The Cetra are not given to exaggeration.” Penny laughed as Thyra tried to bite her finger. “And Living Worlds do have souls.” Her lips twitched. “It’s funny how much things change and how much they stay the same.”

“Oh?”

“The Dia-Farron are fond of giving people nicknames, you know. Most of the time it’s more of an inside joke than anything malicious, especially when it comes to family.” Penny’s Aura shifted rhythmically, like a tune being hummed beneath her breath. Thyra responded, giggling happily as her keen senses pick up the changes. “Do you know what nicknames they have for the first three bearers of Saviour?”

“The official nicknames, yes. But I have a feeling you’re not referring to those.”

“Oh, they’re smart enough not to right these nicknames down.” Penny lifted Thyra into a more comfortable position. The baby weighed so very little, but she was so very, very important. “They call Lightning the Sword of Tyranny because, well, she was something of a tyrant. They call Averia the Sword of Foundation because she did so much to help lay the foundations for Arendelle’s ascent into a super power.”

“And Sigrid?”

“They call her the Sword of Light.”

“A strange nickname,” Averia murmured.

“But a fitting one,” Penny replied. “Do you know why they call her that?” Averia shook her head. “I will not say that Sigrid’s Saviour was broken, but there was something different about it in comparison to Lightning’s and Averia’s. Sigrid’s Saviour was crueller, darker... so very close to being evil. It very much believed that the ends justified the means and that power could be a purpose in and of itself.”

“That sounds dangerous,” Averia said. “And the histories usually try to... soften that particular criticism.”

“Despite her Saviour being the most bloodthirsty Saviour that I have ever seen - and I have seen all of them - Sigrid herself was one of the kindest, gentlest, most pure-hearted people I have ever met.” Penny sighed. “In a better world, one without Grimm, I do believe she would have been an artist or perhaps a teacher. She loved to draw, you know, and she loved to teach. But the world needed another Saviour, and so she became what the world needed.”

“That sounds very sad.”

“It is in a way,” Penny replied. “But it was glorious too.”

“What do you mean?”

“Synthetics can see souls, in a manner of speaking.” Penny’s smile was wistful. “I remember Ruby’s soul. It was like looking into a silver dawn or an argent sun. It was a beautiful, simple soul. Sigrid’s soul was light. It was pure. It was beautiful in a way that even Lightning’s soul or Averia’s soul were not.”

Averia bit her lip. “I don’t think I’ve ever heard anyone say anything like that.”

“You had to be there,” Penny said. “You had to know them to understand.” She paused, searching for the words, even as the ancient memories came, fresh as the day they had been made. “Lightning was a storm made flesh. She was born to rule in a way that few people ever are.” Penny laughed gently. “Dust, what an empress she would have been. Averia... she was reserved and tempered in a way that Lightning was not. Not softer... but less jagged edges. She was dependable and solid, firm like the earth beneath your feet. You believed that everything would work because she was there to make it work, to put together all the pieces in a way that only she could see.”

“And Sigrid?”

“Sigrid’s darkness was greater than the darkness in either Lightning or Averia. Her capacity for violence, for sheer, unrelenting cruelty was something terrible. But she mastered it. She took that terrible darkness and bent it to her will. She took Saviour’s desire for blood and slaughter and wrapped them in kindness and compassion. She was everything that her Semblance was not.” Penny glanced back at Thyra, eyes twinkling with amusement as the baby regarded her with a stern expression. “So many of the rules that the bearers of Saviour now abide by at her doing, as are many of the exercises bearers of Saviour use to control their Semblance. Sigrid was not born to rule, and what she built, she did so on the foundations that Averia laid. But Sigrid... Sigrid was like a beacon in the darkness. Her own struggles, her own battles, her constant combat against Saviour’s impulses... they only made her shine more brightly. People looked at her, and they didn’t see the darkness. They saw the light, and that light made them want to be better.”

“It’s hard to put into words for you, isn’t it?” Averia asked.

“You had to be there. You had to know her.” Penny thought back to those days. “You know all those stories of pure-hearted heroes and knights in shining armour? People would always so those stories were just that... stories we told to keep children amused. People never said that about Sigrid. They said she was the stories come to life, the shining beacon that proved that those stories had to be based on something real, on someone real.”

“Is that why she and Victoria didn’t get along?” Averia asked.

“That...” Penny said with a laugh. “Is a very complicated question.”

“Oh?”

“Conventional historians say that they did not get along, but that isn’t the whole story.” Penny gently ran one finger down Thyra’s cheek. The baby cooed and then tried to grab her hand. “Victoria and Sigrid’s relationship was... complicated. To some extent, I think Victoria despised how naive and idealistic Sigrid could be. Victoria, of course, took more after Jihl and Jahne in terms of outlook than Diana. She was thoroughly pragmatic. She saw the worst in people on such a regular basis that it was hardly surprising that she didn’t agree with someone who fought so hard to bring out the best in them.”

“I can see how they might clash.”

“Oh, they clashed. They clashed all the time.” Penny chuckled. “Sometimes, Averia and Diana would despair about how two of their children got along so poorly. Yet, in all her life, I only saw Victoria cry a handful of times, but I don’t think I ever saw her cry harder than the day she heard that Sigrid had died.”

Averia was silent. The histories had never included that.

Penny’s mouth opened, but what played was a recording of Victoria speaking. It was an older Victoria, one closer to the end of her life than the start.

“She always was an idealistic fool,” Victoria growled. “A stupid, idealistic fool who liked to believe the best about people even when it was obvious she should be worried about the worst in them.” There was a long pause and a sniffle. “And the world is a worse place without her in it, and the people in it are worse off too. She might have only wanted to see the best in people... but she brought out of the best in them too. She made them want to be better. She saw things in people that they never saw in themselves, and she made them want to become those things too. When you’ve lived your life in darkness, even a small candle can seem so bright. Sigrid was a fucking lighthouse, and now the world has gone dark.”

Averia took a deep breath. “She loved her.”

“Yes,” Penny said. “There have been few people in history who understand the darkness in people better than Sigrid. She faced it every day from her own Semblance. Victoria understood darkness just as well. She faced it every day in her dealings with the worst scum the world could offer. Their views on the subject differed, and as much as Victoria thought Sigrid was an idealistic fool, she also loved her for that idealism, for never giving up on the idea that people could better themselves despite all the evidence to the contrary.”

“That seems oddly sentimental for someone renowned for being so pragmatic,” Averia replied.

“It was,” Penny said. “And perhaps it’s because we look to others what we lack in ourselves. At least part of Sigrid’s dislike of Victoria stemmed from the fear that Victoria might be right about the world and the people in it. The same could be said for Victoria and Sigrid’s view of the world and the people in it. Yet they both also loved each other for holding to those views, for continuing to fight for them to the very end. The world cannot exist in only darkness, yet without darkness, can we truly appreciate the light? Their lives are two answers to the same question, and neither is wholly wrong nor wholly right.”

“It makes you wonder if all those jokes the Dia-Farron make have some truth to them.”

Penny grinned. “May I be frank?”

“You don’t have to ask permission for that.”

“I think,” Penny said, choosing her words very carefully. “That they were soulmates in the same way their mothers were, but that circumstances and their own personalities kept them from ever admitting it. I do think that if they had not been related, then, well... the jokes would have some truth to them.”

“I see.” Averia nodded slowly. “Thank you for telling me that.”

Penny handed Thyra back to Averia. “Thank you for letting me hold her.”

“It’s fine.” Averia settled Thyra into her arms. “How long will you be staying?”

“I find myself in a nostalgic mood,” Penny said. “I haven’t paid a visit to the crypts in a long time.” She paused. “I was there when Elsa made the first of the crypts for Averia, and I was there when Eira made a crypt for Elsa.” Penny’s gaze grew distant. “You know, Luna used to love visiting Arendelle. She loved the snow. She always said it was like having extra camouflage because of the clothing she liked to wear and her own coloration. Ruby always used to grumble about how that couldn’t be further from the truth.”

“If I recall correctly, Ruby Rose favoured red and black in her clothing.”

“She did, which made her incredibly easy to see amidst all the ice and snow.” Penny smiled fondly. “Ruby used to call dibs on Elsa whenever there was a snowball fight. She claimed it was because having Elsa and Averia on the same team was unfair. Once Eira was born, Ruby would use try to grab her too.”

“And how did Averia take that?”

“She’d just smile and point out that Ruby could have as many people on her team as she wanted, even Elsa and Eira, and it still wouldn’t matter because Averia wasn’t going to lose.” Penny’s lips twitched. “Because of how unfair Saviour was.”

“They sound like wonderful people.”

“They were. The histories try to communicate that, but it’s not the same as really knowing them.” Penny nodded to herself. “The histories get a lot of things wrong, or maybe distorted is a better word. Take the professor. They always talk about what a genius she was, and she was a genius, maybe the greatest genius there has ever been, but that wasn’t what made her great.”

“Oh?”

Penny grinned. “Oerba Dia Vanille might have been the smartest person who ever lived. But what I’ll always remember about her best isn’t her intelligence, her intuition, or even her cunning. It’s her ability to make a leap of faith, something driven not by logic or reason but by sentiment.”

“Sentiment?”

“I should not exist,” Penny said. “I was originally created as a robot capable of wielding Aura. My sense of self, my personality, my soul... in many ways, these were all lucky accidents. My father, Hope Estheim, pushed for me to be left unaltered. But it was Vanille who had the deciding the vote about whether or not I should be allowed to exist as I was, or if I should be destroyed, so they could start over and avoid any unnecessary divergences from the planned AI structure.”

“Clearly, they chose to keep you as you were.”

“Yes. I once asked Vanille why she voted that way. There was no logical reason for her to do that. A rogue AI with a soul? That’s the stuff nightmares are made of. But despite seeing how rapidly I was developed and how much I could influence exterior systems... despite seeing that and realising how little actual control they had over me, she still chose to side with my father. She did not know me as well then as he did. He was my father. He already loved me. He could not bear to see me destroyed. But Vanille... at the time she barely knew me. Do you know what she said?”

“What?”

“She called it a leap of faith. She said that she couldn’t believe that anyone Hope considered a daughter could be a bad person. She said that a world run solely by logic and reason would be an awful place to live in because the heart matters. It has to matter, or what are we even fighting for?”

“Wise words.”

“She was a very wise woman,” Penny said. She shook herself, as if waking from a dream. “But I’ve rambled enough already. I should make that visit to the crypts.”

#final effect #fanfiction #averia vii #penny polendina #thyra

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isabellabazell · 10 months

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Virtual Sketchbook 3

Title: Judith with the Head of Holofernes

Culture/Place: Italian Baroque

Media: Oil on canvas

Date: 1596

This piece immediately caught my attention as my eye lingered on the severed head of Holofernes, the muted shades of browns and yellows drawing my attention from the bright whites and beiges that decorate the rest of the piece. The subordination included in this painting draws the viewer's attention to the main subject while not taking away from the rest of the piece. This painting was constructed with oil paints, clearly shown through the smooth blending and the soft transitions of highlights and shadows. A wide range of dark and light tones are incorporated throughout the painting, ranging from the rich red of the curtain that hangs behind the subjects, to the natural white of the blouse that sits on the woman's shoulders. The woman in the painting, innocent and fragile looking, stands in the center of the canvas holding the head of Holofernes in one hand, and a small sword in the other. Her body is decorated with strings of pearls, a bodice covered in gold accents and jewels, and a velvet headpiece that sits upon her blonde hair. Behind Judith, sits a servant holding a brass bowl that catches the blood dripping from the neck of Holofernes. The servant's body is covered; however, a beige bonnet sits atop her head, ragged and worn out. At first glance, the undersized detail throughout the painting was almost overlooked, until I admired the piece for much longer, and the delicate details became much more noticeable.

Fede Galizia takes her inspiration for the piece from the book of Judith in the Old Testament, a popular tale for artists in the Renaissance and Baroque periods. In the story of Judith and Holofernes, the widow uses her beauty and charm to lure her enemy, Holofernes, which is where the bejeweled outfit in the painting originates from. She then beheads the enemy and raises her sword in victory, displaying the power and strength women can bear. I view this painting as just that, a biblical representation of how powerful women have graced our presence for thousands of years, and strive to create a female heroine for the world to admire. During a time in which women had little to no authority, this painting depicts the tale of Judith in a beautiful and empowering way.

Me with the painting!

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fellstcr · 2 years

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𝐁𝐎𝐓𝐀𝐍𝐈𝐂𝐀𝐋 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐂𝐀𝐍𝐎𝐍𝐒 [ 𝚆𝙾𝚁𝙳 𝙿𝚁𝙾𝙼𝙿𝚃𝚂 ] / wrote @sanctummilitis / CLOSED.

magnolia : describe your muse’s relationship with nature & the natural world .

GIVEN HER upbringing , byleth has traveled across all sorts of landscapes. forests , plains , mountains , through snow , over rivers , past great lakes , and rarely , by the coast of one of the great seas. she loves them all. even long before the events that led her to the academy , byleth harbored an AFFINITY for tending to plant life. she would chronicle her findings in some of the many journals she possessed over the years. she isn’t an ARTIST , so she learned to press flowers to preserve them instead. but her journals looked something akin to those vintage scrapbooks inspired by BOTANY JOURNALS from the 19th century. it’s a habit she continues to this day.

and also a part of what she loves about gardening! it swiftly became her favorite pastime. perhaps even rivaling fishing! she likes being able to watch over the lives of various plants and slowly tend to them as they grow. it is very , very far removed from her days as a mercenary. or , more specifically , far removed from the notion that BACK THEN , she was hardly more than a husk of a soul who felt nothing over her kills. it’s not true , of course , but the thought prevails. and so she takes solace in growing and tending to NEW LIFE through plants , flowers and crops instead. it brings her a level of peace she just cannot get otherwise.

gladiolus : describe a moment from your muse’s life that they will never forget .

. . . YOU KNOW i am THE BEGINNING. what shall you do?

their wills were as one. there was no need for words. even in this dark , unending void , the truth remained clear. and with this unyielding and unspoken truth , LIGHT surrounded them , bright and golden ; unable to die out. the light burned away the shadows with nothing but DIVINE FAITH , blotting out the dark recesses of an old and empty throne. and so , byleth held out her outstretched hand. latent energy flickered and crackled between the two souls as sothis drew near , like embers sparking to life. just as the visage of the divine soul that dwelled within scattered to dust , byleth she closed her eyes. preserving the sight of her in her memory.

AND THEN SHE WAS ON FIRE. burning - from the inside out as embers flared in her chest. every fiber of her being was set ABLAZE as two were CLEAVED into one. fragments of time , future and past , flashed before her. every river and ripple and current of choice in the vast expanse of everything weaved together a silver web. an ever changing present. — and for the first time , as she burned like a blue star at the center of this web , byleth was at once MADE NEW and RETURNED WHOLE.

in the darkness vibrant green eyes flashed and cut a path back to her students. back to her HOME. as the sword glowed hot and weightless in byleth’s hands , she focused its sublime and thrumming power — HER POWER — into the jagged blade. with nothing more than a divine pulse , she focused on the strings of time that would lead her back to where she was needed , and in one downward slash , CUT THROUGH time and the very heavens themselves. and in that instant , the words that greeted the timeless entity now BLAZING with a righteous fury could not have been more FITTING.

“so... the FELL STAR consumes even the darkness itself.”

#⚔️ ooc. / mun.#⚔️ ask. / trade secrets.#⚔️ hc. / heart of fire.#drabble #sanctummilitis #late meme is late

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lily-drake · 3 years

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Thank you @johannaiii for letting me write this!!!! It was so much fun and it was a really good prompt!

Talia didn’t like the process of giving birth, in fact she loathed it. She swore she would never, and she meant never do it again. But when she was giving birth, and she found out that she was having twins, and she got to hold her children that she sacrificed and suffered for, she loved them. When she learned that one of them was a girl, she knew that her father would be furious and demand her death. So she immediately summoned one of the monks from the Tibetan temple that her father was allying with and gave them the girl. She demanded that they train her and protect, and that she would never, ever be mentioned to Ra’s. She even killed the nurses who helped her give birth to make sure that there was no one left who would know. It wouldn’t be hard to find replacements for them anyways, it’s not like their lives were significant. They had served out their use, now there was no need for them. When it was time she presented her son, Damian, to her father claiming him to be the only child and heir to the Demon’s Head. Ra’s was very pleased with her and she felt pride at being able to carry out her task properly that her father was very much pleased with her and her child.

Even though Marinette, as she had named the child before she had given her up, was no longer in the league, she made sure she was still in her daughter’s life. Once every year she left for “training” purposes with Damian and went to the ancient temple in Tibet to visit her daughter and make sure that the two siblings got to spend time with each other. Marinette was growing up so fast and the monks would report to her of her daughter’s progress. They told her that Marinette was destined for greatness and to be a powerful leader, and that pleased Talia greatly. The man in charge of her daughter's training, Master Wang Fu, would show her photos of her daughter and her accomplishments; she wished that she would be allowed to do the same for Damian. But the League and the Temple of Order, while partners, were two separate entities when it came to how they were trained and taught. She smiled as she saw her children sparing on the temple’s grounds, each assessing how strong the other had become since their last meeting a year ago.

They were both 6-years-old now, and Marinette had lost one of her top baby teeth. She wore the traditional light blue training robes the monks wore while Damian wore his traditional black and red armor with his katana sheathed on his back. She watched her children and a small smile graced her lips as she watched the two. They were opposites in almost everything, yet they were still so similar. Damian’s fighting was aggressive and forceful while Marinette’s focussed on out maneuvering and tiring out the opponent from a distance before striking where it hurt the most. Their personalities were like fire and ice with Damian being aggressive and mighty while Marinette was soft and humble. Damian was assertive and forceful in the way he spoke, while Marinette was gentle and descriptive. Though, like she said before they had many similarities that helped to cement their relationship. They both were very artistic, in battle they both would get up and personal with their challenger if given the opportunity, both were very intelligent and soaked everything up like a sponge, and both were highly competitive. The sound of metal being hit together sounded from the training grounds as Damian and Marinette fought with their respective weapons; Damian with his katana and Marinette with her two daggers.

“You’ve definitely improved since the last visit, 'ukht, but so have I.”

Damian announced as he went in to sweep his sister’s legs all while bringing his blade down towards her. Marinette used her daggers to lift Damian’s blade and flipped backwards as Damian tried to perform his strike. She was very flexible and graceful when she was in the air. It sometimes looked as if she were flying when she performed some of her stunts.

“Maybe you have, Xiōngdì, but I seem to still have the upper hand.”

Marinette replied with smugness dripping from her voice as her brother glared at her. Marinette carefully crafted her words to manipulate while Damian spoke his mind and used his to order and command. They were opposites, but they completed each other in a way few will ever know.

The day Damian and Talia were to begin their trek back down the mountain Fu ran up to Damian and placed a piece of paper in his hands. He bowed respectfully to the old man and looked at the picture. It was a picture the old man had taken a few days ago. Marinette was smiling brightly and had her arm around his shoulder while he had his arms crossed in front of him and leaned into his sister’s touch with a small smirk. They were both in their training clothes and stood in front of the mountains that hid and protected the Temple of Order. He smiled at it and glanced at his sister who was waving goodbye with a big sad smile. He simply nodded and left not knowing that this would be the last time he would for many years that he would lay eyes on her once again.

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The Order, it was gone, destroyed! Marinette felt tears rush down her face as she watched her friends and mentors perish in the flames of miraculous magic gone astray. She could feel the cold wind passing by her as Master Fu dragged her away, but she couldn’t remove her gaze from her home that was falling into pieces. What would Damian think, she had to leave something for him to let him know she was okay! But she was never given the chance because she couldn’t pull away from her master. They were the last ones left, and Marinette couldn’t wrap her mind around it at all.

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Damian and Talia hiked the trial many months later, and as they neared the top they could sense something was definitely off. The top of the temple would usually be in view by now. When they finally reached the top they froze as they saw the ruins of the burned and destroyed temple in front of them. Talia was the first to break from her daze and ran to the ruins searching through them to find any remains of her daughter. Damian soon joined his mother, but it was no use. Damian and Talia believed the worst had happened to her, and with silent tears flowing down his face he stabbed his sword into the ground in front of the burnt remains and fell onto his knees in front of it. The sword would serve as a gravestone for the fallen warriors here, but it specifically would serve as Marinette’s grave marker. She was a brave warrior, one of the best, and she was gone now. Talia stood by her son’s side and soon kneeled in front of it as well with her hand placed on her son’s shoulder. As they traveled down the mountain Damian swore that he would never be vulnerable again, he would never care about anyone ever again, because the pain he felt was too intense and never wanted to feel it ever again.

So both He and Talia took on more missions, Talia was rarely at the base, always gone doing whatever her father needed. The training in Tibet never happened again, and Damian grew closer to his grandfather. He trained harder, attacked ruthlessly, and channeled all his pain and rage into his strikes. He held onto the photo that Fu had given him of the two of them so many years ago. He had it tucked away in a secret place in his room where no one would ever find it, because he wanted to keep her with him in some way. Never again, he wouldn’t be hurt like before ever again.

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Marinette lived with Master Fu in a tea parlor under the guise of Marin Fu. She helped him run his parlor and distribute his charms to the people through the teas she brewed while he placed charms on people through the massage therapy he did. Fu let her be home schooled as she already knew way more than any normal school could teach her. She would just be repeating things when she could be learning more new material. She was also taught how to better practice her magic and use the miraculous. She was going to be the new guardian one day, she was going to be the last guardian one day, and that thought scared her and brought back all of the nightmares. She locked that night and anything before the fire back up in her mind only remembering what she needed to when she needed to.

Fu wanted her to interact with people though, so with the money he made he sent her to a gymnastics class where she could still retain her skills and get better at them. She honestly loved the classes and she felt so free when she did them. Nobody could beat her, in fact she advanced to level 10 quickly and was well on her way to the elite by the time she was 13. And that’s when Hawkmoth struck Paris.

Lady Rouge and her partner Chat Noir made a decent team, but he was nowhere near her skill level which often annoyed her. He wasn’t a true black cat, her brother was. He was her balanced counterpart, and this cat was just a stand in. And as time went on the imbalance continued the boy became corrupted by the destructive energy of the ring. She had continually told Master Fu about it, but he would not listen. And then it was time for him to pass, and she became the grand guardian, the last grand guardian. Tears fell down the young 15-year-olds face as she watched her mentor's spirit leave him in his peaceful slumber. He was so old, and it was just his time for him to go, but now she had nowhere to go, but she knew what she had to do.

“Hello, M’lady.”

Chat Noir said in a flirty tone as he spun his staff as if the speed he was doing it at would impress her.

“Hello, Chat.”

She replied terse with her arms crossed in front of her as she leaned on the railing of the Eiffel Tower and gazed at the sky that held little stars due to all of the lights of the city below them.

“Are you not excited to see your soulmate? Come on M’lady,”

He said grabbing one of her hands with a large smile and deep voice,

“let me take you out somewhere, just the two of us.”

It took everything in Marinette not to break his wrist in that moment, but she had to play along.

“Okay.”

Chat’s eyes widened and his leather tail began to move side to side in an excited manner.

“W-wait, really?!”

“You know what, ya. This week has been really tough and I could use it.”

Chat’s smile turned into a smirk and a dark twinkle lit up his eyes. He took a step back and held his hand, his ringed hand, out for her to take. SHe smiled at him gently and innocently and took his hand, and as he was about to pull her forward she took hold of the rings and ripped her hand off, taking the ring with her. There was a blonde boy with green eyes staring at her with shock and hurt written all over his face, then eventually anger.

“I am revoking you from being able to wield the Black Cat Miraculous. You are not compatible to wield this power as you are not my balanced counterpart. The ring has been corrupting and harming you after all of your exposure to it when you are not the right one to wear it while I hold the earrings. Thank you for the help you have given me in the past, but I’m afraid that I can not risk hurting you any longer.”

The boy stared at her with wide shocked eyes and nodded. She could see that he too had now noticed the change as with the ring it didn’t feel like he changed at all. She helped him get to his house and left after shaking his hand and thanking him one last time for his help. And as she was about to leave the property she heard the sound of something above her opening and through the now open window she saw an akuma flying out of it.

She quickly caught the akuma and crashed through the glass window into the dark room. Before Hawkmoth could even realize what had happened she had tied him up in her yo-yo and he was pinned in place with the tight cord. If she pulled it any tighter it would cut into his skin and draw blood. She grabbed the broach from the middle of the suit --which was as hideous as his akuma designs, if not worse-- and watched the man detransform making sure the camera on her yo-yo recorded the whole thing.

“You will be subject to the curse of whatever your abused kwami sees fit for you, and then the people of Paris will have you.”

Was all she said as she brought the man onto his knees so he could properly respect the kwami and the God’s they are. Nooroo appeared and stared down at the man in front of him with an angered fiery glare.

“Gabriel Agreste, you have abused me and my miraculous for too long! I bring upon a curse upon you, that no one will ever believe a word you say, and that your craft of manipulation will only work against you!”

And with that, pain courses through Gabriel and the wings of a butterfly were branded on the left side of his chest just above his heart. She left soon after that and sent the footage for the police. She watched from a distance as the police took him in, and told one of the officers that Adrien was innocent and had no connection to his father’s scheme. Once she was sure Gabriel would not be able to escape his justice she pulled the horse miraculous from her yo-yo and summoned a portal to wherever she needed to be next.

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Damian was in the cave training when Todd burst in and began to run towards him with a stupid smug grin on his face. Damian rolled his eyes and watched Todd stop in front of him holding something small and flimsy in his hand.

“Demon Spawn,”

He breathed out, his smug smile growing wider,

“Did you have a girlfriend in the league?”

Damian was….confused. He had no such thing, but as Todd showed him the thing in his hand his blood froze. It was the photo of him and Marinette. How did he find it?! Why did he even have it?!

“Give it back, Todd.”

Damian growled lowly hands gripping the hilt of his sword tightly.

“She is! Guys, Damian had a-“

He tackled Jason after that and wrestled the photo out of his grip and held it close to him. He glared daggers at Todd and made absolutely sure that the old photo was still intact. Once he was sure. Todd was back on his feet and Damian had the urge to run him through with his sword for daring to rummage through his belongings and to dare touch his picture. He opened his mouth to spit out fiery words of anger, when a portal opened right in front of Damian. A girl walked out of it and the portal immediately closed. It was absolutely silent in the cave as the other occupants who were also there stared at the person. The girl was rigid as she stared Damian directly in the eyes, and he felt a familiar pull to her.

“Kaalki, Tikki separate. Tikki spots off.”

She spoke quickly, and her voice, and those words, and he knew who she was. But that was impossible, because she had died, hadn’t she?! Arms wrapped around him and he could hear sniffles and he felt his arms wrap robotically around the small frame of his sister.

“Xiōngdì, I missed you so much! I’m sorry I couldn’t get to you sooner! Th-the Order was destroyed and Fu woul-wouldn’t let me leave a message, and-and someone was misusing the Butterfly in France (sniff). And-and…..”

She took a long shaky breath in and sighed,

“I missed you so much.”

It took a while to realize that silent tears were falling down his face, and he hugged her even tighter against his chest. Because his sister, his twin sister was alive, and she hadn’t died in the fire and destruction of the temple.

“It’s okay, 'ukht.�� I’ve got you.”

They stayed like that for a few precious moments before Todd yelled,

“What the f*!”

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TSC characters as some of my favorite songs from my favorite artists, a self indulgent post to re-emerge from the shadows

Nola 1, PVRIS • Simon

"don't know where I went wrong, don't know where I went, no, but I keep singing"

it reminds me of how resilient Simon is, especially after CoHF and his memory loss, he knows how life can change fast and tries to make the best out of it.

Delilah, Florence + The Machine • Cordelia

"and my feet are spinning around, never knew I was a dancer 'till Delilah showed me how"

"drifting through the halls with the sunrise (holding on for your call)"

the first lyric reminds me of the scene in which Cordelia dances and acts, shocking herself after her performance.

the second one represents the longing she feels for James, she's usually quiet about it but her feelings are strong through it all.

I'm not a woman I'm a god, Halsey • Charlotte

"I'm not a woman I'm a god, I'm not a martyr I'm a problem"

Charlotte is a very powerful woman, she's the first female Consul and she commands respect from her male peers. her strength and boldness are what enabled her to pave the way for more inclusiveness in the Clave.

Glory and Gore, Lorde • Isabelle

"no one 'round here's good at keepin' their eyes closed, the sun's startin' to light up when we're walking home, tired little laughs, gold-lie promises, we'll always win at this, I don't ever think about death"

these lyrics make me think about Isabelle, Alec and Jace going demon hunting, pre CoB. she's so fast forward, full of audacity, but soon things will start to change. if you re-read these lyrics thinking about a more grown up Isabelle, you'll find her caustic side, how she tends to downplay what worries her; the dangers of being a Shadowhunter and her loved ones.

Queen of Peace, Florence and The Machine • Emma

"like the stars chase the sun, over the glowing hill I will conquer, blood is running deep, some things never sleep"

this song always makes me think about chivalry, I don't know why, but Emma is as stubborn as these lyrics. some things never sleep indeed, like her passion and the need to find answers about her parents. plus, she wields a mythical sword, like a knight; now the chivalry thing makes more sense.

Dead Weight, PVRIS • Julian

"I can't take it over and over, dead weight hanging off of my shoulder, nothing changes I'm getting colder"

Jules always had a big weight weighing down on him, from an early age, that progressively became bigger. he got through it all, but sometimes he can get as cold as ice and he needs some cuddles.

Hold Me Down, Halsey • Matthew

"saying that I want more, this is what I live for"

Matthew has this way of seeking solace in autodestructive habits, like drinking and enjoying the finest mundane things, so he just continues searching for more while struggling to cope with his problems.

Only If For A Night, Florence and The Machine • Clary

"and the only solution was to stand and fight, and my body was bruised and I was set alight"

Clary never thought of backing off a fight, never. she understood what needed to be done, she understood her pain and just did what was best. I always admired her for having both heart and guts.

Devil In Me, Halsey • Will

"I won't let anyone down if I crawl tonight"

Will struggled a lot with his supposed curse, when he was young, he would never let that be the cause for someone's pain, so whenever he felt down he just picked the pieces up on his own.

Snakes, PVRIS • Jace

"you're a snake, you're a snake, just like the spitting image, fate how's it taste it's your own medicine, make no mistake got 20/20 vision, if I see your face don't think I'm forgiving"

Jace is the best Shadowhunter of his generation, come on, he beat every bad guy and made no mistake. these lyrics just give me his vibes.

Ribs, Lorde • Cristina

"and I never felt more alone, it feels so scary getting old"

"laugh until our ribs get tough, but that will never be enough"

the first lyric makes me think about the last moments in Mexico after her fight with the Rosales brothers, how she feels things changing and the effect time has on people.

the second one is about how she misses being close to Diego, but now she has the clarity to understand that they both grew up and chose different paths.

Is There Somewhere, Halsey • Tessa

"is there somewhere you can meet me? cause I clutched your arms like stairway railings, and you clutched my brain and eased my ailing"

this reminds me of Tessa feeling alone after Will's death and her subsequent distance she took from her family, the only person she has is Brother Zachariah and how he, even though they see each other once a year, helps her cope through the decades.

Homemade Dynamite, Lorde • Christopher

"blowing shit up with homemade dynamite"

need I say more?

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Kolgrim

Race: Witcher, Human Loyalty: Viper Witcher

Kolgrim is found in W3, and Gwent.

This is one instance in which the Lore between them mostly agrees:

Geralt can listen in on a conversation between two women doing laundry near White Orchard. One of the women's grandmother told her of how a local boy (Vitty) had gone missing. The villagers immediately suspected a witcher who was hunting nearby at the time and tried to capture him.

The witcher was resistant to the villagers and clashed a short while before one of the villagers beheaded him. Gwent says it was Paul, the father of the boy who got his revenge. Soon after the witcher's tragic death it was discovered that the missing boy was killed and eaten by a drowner; the witcher was completely innocent. His body was then buried in the local crypt. Upon locating the crypt Geralt discovers witcher's decapitated body with his skull in his lap, as well as a sword diagram and a journal where he learns of his identity.

Kolgrim’s Journal Entry:

To: Ivar Evil-Eye, master witcher of the Viper School. I have now found all the legendary diagrams once belonging to our order. Certain complications have arisen, however. On the way back to our keep, I stopped to rest the night in a village in the Temerian borderlands. The blasted peasants decided to make me into their scapegoat and accused me of kidnapping some beekeeper's brat. They took me into the local lordling's castle for interrogation, during which they found and confiscated one of the diagrams. But do not fear, I will get it back. They did not find the others. I have invoked Temerian common law and demanded a trial by ordeal instead of submitting to the whims of this baronet. My request was granted and tomorrow I am to cleanse the baronet's family crypt of wraiths. I expect this will prove little trouble. Perhaps I will already have returned to our keep by the time you receive this letter. Light the furnances -we'll have some forging to do. Kolgrim

Interrogation Report: Location: Amavet fortress Persons taking part: Sir Ignatius Verrieres, Bart., the bailiff Andreas Blume, Sir Ignatius' underlings: Carmy, Gardy and Bellsy. Suspect: Kolgrim, witcher of the Viper School.

The witcher Kolgrim stands accused of kidnapping Vitty, son of Paul, a beekeeper residing in White orchard. Suspect was detained pending trial. Upon detention he was searched and a diagram for the forging of a steel sword was found on his person. it is suspected this sword was used to intimidate or possibly kill the kidnapped child. It is likewise suspected that the accused possesses other such diagrams for the forging of death-dealing implements, though none have been found to date. Sir ignatius has requested the witcher undergo preliminary interrogation with the application of torture.This will take place once a torturer with the proper qualifications has been found.Addendum:It was later discovered Drowners were responsible for the boy's disappearance. Unfortunately Kolgrim died before this information reached the investigators, for rather than face the baronet's judgment, he chose trial by ordeal. Sir Ignatius agreed and ordered he cleanse the Verrieres family crypt of specters. Kolgrim never emerged from said crypt. It is highly likely the motley wraiths, specters and evil powers residing therein proved too much for him.

Artist: Anton Nazarenko His Reward Tree Lore: Scroll 1: Fate seemed to take pleasure in torturing Kolgrim. Fortune only smiled upon him if it was accompanied by a stroke of very bad luck. It was always thus, even before Kolgrim became a witcher. When he was still a young harmless brat... Scroll 2: On the eve of Saovine small Kolgrim was kidnapped by a weeper, which replaced him with its own cursed offspring. Fortunately, the monster was slaughtered by a witcher that very same night. The boy's savior, having taken pity on him, decided to escort him back home. Kolgrim was relieved to be returning to the warmth and safety of his mother, unaware of his impending misfortune. Scroll 3: The woman greeted the witcher with hatred in her eyes, not believing a single word that came out of his mouth. Blinded by her contempt, she refused to even look twice at her own crying son, utterly convinced that the weeper's baby was her real child. With the door slammed shut in their face, the witcher had no other choice than to take Kolgrim with him – straight to the Viper School. Scroll 4: Over many future years, fate mocked Kolgrim many times – both during his murderous training and the later travels around the Continent. His life ended most ironically. For he, who was once stolen and then rejected from his mother, was accused of kidnapping a child. Chest 1: When master Ivar Evil-Eye instructed Kolgrim to look for the lost weapon diagrams that once belonged to their order, bad luck struck again. Although the witcher managed to find the legendary diagrams, he never returned to their keep. In the small village of White Orchard, Kolgrim was accused of kidnapping the beekeeper's son. The local baronet, wishing to appease the enraged people, called for a qualified torturer. Justice would be served, no matter what. Their justice, of course, so in response Kolgrim invoked Temerian common law, demanding a trial by ordeal. Surprisingly, the baronet agreed and ordered the witcher to cleanse his family crypt of wraiths. According to official sources, Kolgrim perished in the attempt. Yet rumors claimed otherwise. Some locals, enraged by the lordling's decision, supposedly attacked the witcher before he even entered the crypt. The beekeeper had taken his rightful revenge, cutting the mutant's head off with his own hands... Well, 'twas just a rumor. But one thing became clear over time. It was drowners that killed the missing boy. Not Kolgrim.

Kolgrim’s Gwent Card Flavor Text:

Fortune only smiled upon him if it was accompanied by a stroke of very bad luck.

Kolgrim’s Voice Lines

Justice in this world? Not an ounce of it.

Lady Fortune can be a cruel mistress.

To clear my name and restore my freedom, I will serve.

I demand justice- a trial by ordeal.

Damn you all! Why would I kill a child?

#Kolgrim #Viper School #Gwent #Games

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miraculous-trinity-leo · 2 years

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𝗠𝗮𝗿𝗶𝗻𝗲𝘁𝘁𝗲 is the daughter of her Nations Best Marquees House that are Bakers. She was blessed by the gods with Luck and Magic, as well as the gift to see and summon the spirits and Beasts of the realms. She can use Enhancement, Healing, Holy Magic and Creation Magic(which allows her to use Elemental Magic)

𝗞𝗮𝗴𝗮𝗺𝗶 is the daughter and heir to the Tsurugi house, a Noble family who is known for generations of exceptional Swordsmen and Women. Kagami is proud of her skills, and was also gifted by the gods with Magic. She can use Enhancement and 3 types of Elemental Magics, Lightning, Water, and Wind, allowing her to surpass others her age. She is also the Dear friend of Marinette and Alix, considering them her sisters.

𝗖𝗵𝗹𝗼𝗲 is the daughter of the Duke, she is gifted by the gods with Poison and Light Magic. Since she was young, she was trained in politics, but also in Magic and Swords. She is just as fierce as Kagami with a sword and Magic, hell forbid either of them decides to envelope their swords with their Magic Element (you'd be royally fucked). Her Father is the adopted Brother of the current King, Gabriel Agreste, which makes her cousins with Adrien. (May or may not be hopelessly crushing on Kagami)

𝗔𝗹𝗶𝘅 is the daughter of the Nation's best Art Trader, and the most wild of the group, also being gifted by the gods, she is exceptionally fast, Wind and Earth Magic lending to her destructiveness. She also excelled in combat, though not with weapons, she prefers to punch and kick, so she studied a few types of Martial Arts when she wasn't being forced to study the tricks of Trading, though her Brother will most likely take over the Family Business.

𝗔𝗱𝗿𝗶𝗲𝗻 is the only Prince, and Sole heir to the Nation his Father Gabriel rules. The only gifts he gained from the gods were Enhancement, Dark and Charm Magic. Since an early age, he has gone to social events to make good relations with other boardering Nations. Learning Politics, Musical Arts, and Literature, he didn't go out if their wasn't a social event to attend. When he learned of his Magic, he was also taught that as well as Sword and Spear training with his only friend and Personal Knight Nino. When Adrien came of age, and the Demon Lord appeared, he was titled one of the Nation's Hero due to his power and Status. . . though they couldn't have been more off.

𝗡𝗶𝗻𝗼 is the son of a Noble Family who has stood by the Royal Family since their House's founding, Nino was gifted with Protection Magic, allowing him to form a Magic shield for him or others near him, this helps him so he doesn't have to carry a heavy shield along with his sword. He is the Knight and Friend of Prince Adrien Agreste, and is also a fan of Music, having learned how to play the Lute when he was younger, sometimes plays it for his Friends.

𝗔𝗹𝘆𝗮 is the daughter of Traders, though she studies Journalism. She wasn't gifted by the gods, but that didn't stop her from always trying to find the next big story. When Adrien had slipped out, Nino followed and they ran into Alya, who didn't recognize Adrien, but somehow became friends with the two of them.

𝗞𝗶𝗺 is the son fo the Captain of the Guards, and has some sort of rivalry with Alix in the Martial Art department.

𝗠𝗮𝘅 is the son of Adventurers, and is a well known inventor, having been the first to successfully create a Magic Stone powerd Drone in the Nation of France.

𝗡𝗮𝘁𝗵𝗮𝗻𝗶𝗲𝗹 is the son of Farmers, but if a very talented Painter, already gaining popularity in their Town, Paris, to gain money for the Family Farm.

𝗠𝗮𝗿𝗰 is best friends with Nathaniel, and is also an Artist, but in Literature, they have started working together to create stories for children with hand painted pictures.

𝗥𝗼𝘀𝗲 is the daughter of a Flower and Herbal shop, having an eye for the perfect flower arrangement.

𝗝𝘂𝗹𝗲𝗸𝗮 is the daughter of a traveling Musician, her Brother Luka, travels with their Father to gain experience, and she's followed in those Music steps, working hard by taking Notes and some rests (That was a good music pun don't judge) in between lessons, she took up the Violin.

𝗟𝗶𝗹𝗮 is the illigitimate child of a Viscount, after his wife was unable to have any children and became ill, he sought comfort in an old friend, and later became aware he would finally be a father, though he didn't tell his Wife. A little after Lila was born, her Father's Wife passed away from her illness, and remarried to her Mother. Lila was lovingly raised by her Mother and Father, though she still wanted more praise and gifts. Even trying to gain the Prince's Favor by saying she possessed Holy Magic.

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𝗕𝗿𝘂𝗰𝗲 is the King of a different Nation across the Continent, having only one biological son, Damian, who is also the heir to a Dark Assassin group Loyal to the Demon's Head. Bruce is gifted with Dark and Sound Magic.

𝗔𝗹𝗳𝗿𝗲𝗱 is the King's Advisor, Butler, Father Figure, and Wizard Saint of the Gotham Nation. He was gifted by the gods with Wisdom and Light Magic, able to summon his spirit creatures into objects and have them protect or accompany the Young Masters.

𝗗𝗶𝗰𝗸 is the first Adopted son to Bruce, he was gifted with Wind Magic and proficiency with staffs. He is Married to Lady Kori of House Starlight. He is the Father of Mar'i.

𝗞𝗼𝗿𝗶 is the Wife to Dick, and was gifted Fire Magic, her Family is known for Fire Magic Users. She is the Mother of Mar'i.

𝗝𝗮𝘀𝗼𝗻 is the second Adopted son of Bruce, he was gifted with Fire Magic at Birth, and later Poison Magic after he was revived from the Lazarus Pits. He is Head of the Knights, and one hell of a Martial Art Fighter. Thanks to his younger Brother Tim, he also has Magic Guns that use Fire Magic and or Poison Magic (P.S. don't get hit by his Magic Bullets).

𝗧𝗶𝗺 is the third Adopted son of Bruce, he is gifted with Metal Magic, allowing him to create new Magical Weapons, Gadgets, or Armor. He is also addicted to a knew Magic Elixier called Coffee... He doesn't sleep much.

𝗗𝗮𝗺𝗶𝗮𝗻 is the only Biological Son of Bruce, and the son of Talia al Ghul. Currently he is the only Heirr for both the title of Prince and next Demon's Head. He was gifted with Enhancement, Demonic (Allowing for some shadow travel), Summoning (Hell Hound Titus! or Cerberus Titus?) and Destruction Magic. Until he was 10, he trained in combat with all kinds of Weapons, though he prefers a Katana, and his Magic. He is a trained assassin and doesn't express love for anyone... except for one.

𝗞𝗮𝘁𝗲 is like a little sister to Bruce, she is head of the Magic Military Division, gifted with Sound and Fire Magic, she uses swords made of crimson fire. Earning the tital of Crimson Knight on the Battle Field.

𝗕𝗮𝗿𝗯𝗮𝗿𝗮 is the head Magic Librarian and Battle Strategist, gifted with Gravity Magic.

𝗦𝘁𝗲𝗽𝗵𝗮𝗻𝗶𝗲 is also in the Magic Military Division, second in command, she is gifted with Sand and Air Magic, earning the title Sandstorm Knight.

𝗖𝗮𝘀𝘀𝗮𝗻𝗱𝗿𝗮 is Captain of the the Scouting/Assassin Division, gifted with Sound and Ice Magic, she earned the title The Silent Winter Knight.

𝗠𝗮𝗿'𝗶 is Bruce's only Grandchild, and she is also one of the few in this Nation with three gifts, Fire, Wind, and Light Magic. She mostly spends time with Cass and Steph when they're around, playing pranks on the other Family members, if not, she's off studying with Barbara or Tim... well with Tim, it's more goofing off rather than studying.

𝗛𝗮𝗿𝗹𝗲𝘆 is the Docter and Dungeon explorer, she is gifted with Fire, Water (how this happened is beyond science and Magic since those elements are opposites, but who really knows) and some Dark Magic. After realizing she was in an abusive relationship with a notorious Bandit and Nation wide Criminal, she decided to make amends, and got accepted as the Wayne Families official Phycologist, since they've all been through some shit and need it.

𝗜𝘃𝘆 is the only Herbalist/Medicine Woman/Flower Caretaker/Unnaturally Natural Beauty in the Gotham Nation. She if gifted with Plant and Light magic, and helps treat illnesses for those in Gotham, she is also the 'family Docter' for the Waynes, and may or may not have a crush on a certain opposite elemental wielding Blonde Phycologist.

𝗦𝗲𝗹𝗶𝗻𝗮 is Bruce's Fiancee, she helps him with social gatherings (Selina to the camra, breaking the Fourth Wall - "Bless him, but how does he think bread and coffee are okay for a Noble's Social event???"), she is gifted with Lightning and Sound Magic.

𝗞𝗲𝘃𝗶𝗻 𝗘𝗹𝘆𝗸(OC) is the Owner and Founder of the Elyk Trading Corporation, and is gifted with an unknown type of Magic.

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The Paris kids are 14-15. The Demon Lord's Harbinger, Hawkmoth, has appeared in Paris, possessing the Nation's people into Monsters. When the first attack happened a red hooded figure appeared. No one could tell what the person looked like, as their red and black spotted hooded cloak covered most of them, and they had a black fabric mask over the lower half of their face, the only thing the people could distinguish, were the person's Golden eyes.

This Hero used Holy and Summoning Magic, using a Sword made of Holy Light that shot out blades of light with each swing (Think Legend of Zelda Breath of The Wid Sword). The Hero summoned a golden lion made of light to fight beside him, and soon, the Hero defeated the person turned into a Stone Demon. The Hero gently placed their Holy Sword on the head of the frozen Stone Demon, muttering a "Miraculous Ladybug" and a white light fell over the Stone Demon, starting from the tip of the sword, it slowly flowed over its' hole body, and in a white and gold flash, stood the boy who was Akumatized.

The people of the Town surrounded the Hero, singing his Praises when Alya had a book and pen in hand as she spoke - "Who are you, and will you continue to protect Paris?"

The Hero's Golden eyes landed on Alya, causing the girl to gasp at how beautiful they were before the Hero spoke, 𝘩𝘦𝘳, voice loud yet soft and sweet - "I am Ladybug and I will continue to do all that I can to protect the people, now if you'll excuse me, I have... other Hero-y business to attend to."

And after that, a large golden bird made of light appeared next to Ladybug, she hopped on the bird and took off before any more question could be asked. As her golden bird flew up above the coulds, she removed her hood and mask, her light blue, almost silver hair with midnight tips flowing in the wind as her golden eyes looked at the almost setting sun - "This is gonnna be a long fight huh Tikki?"

The golden bird cooed in a lovely soft tone - "You'll do just fine Marinette, I know you will."

Marinette smiled at Tikki's words as she leaned back a bit - "I hope so."

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AND THAT My FANTACY MLB X DC!

Damianette is on the Horizon! Oh, and for any questions, Tikki was also the Golden Light Lion, She is the Holy Creation Spirit, and made a contract with Marinette when she was younger. Tikki's creature forms are Golden Light with glowing white eyes, mouths and claws/talons.

Plagg will also have a chosen (Not Adrien tho), and will also be able to change forms, but into creature of glowing black shadows with glowing toxic green eyes, mouth, and claws/talons.

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The Elements and their opposites;

Holy and Demonic

Light and Dark

Fire and Water

Earth and Air

Sub Elements are;

Gravity, Sound, Metal, and Sand

Rare Sub Elements:

Lightning, Lava, Plant, and Ice

There are also Ancient Magics, but those can be explained later on.

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The difference between Holy and Demonic Magic to Light and Dark Magic is that Holy and Demonic Magic are gifted by the gods that embody that type of Magic, making it a Divine type of Magic that is only ever seen every millenia. Creation and Destruction Magic Stem from Holy and Demonic Magic and are considered Ancient Magics.

Light and Dark Magic are considered lesser to them, not as powerful, but also from those gods. The only way to gain Light or Dark Magic is for your soul to share essence from the Beings of Holy or Demonic Magic.

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#maribat fic idea #maribat #fantasy #mlb x dc #damian x marinette #damianette #batfam #badass marinette #magic powers #elemental magic #spirits #miraculous ladybug #mlb crossover #fluff fic #some angst #will contain fighting with monster demons beats evil wizards bandits and what not #Unsure at the moment but may contain gore mentions of blood and death later on... hense angst :)#Marinette is like a Saint Princess with Damian being her Dark Prince #How do they meet? NOT GONNA SPOIL IT #inconsistent brain yeeting new ideas for fics other than the ones tall want me to contiue? yup. my brain is evil.#but seriously I may be cursed. this idea nogin isn't workin on my 3 fics.. I've it's been fucking spewing out different mlb x other shit #Like a fairy tail. Star Wars. more Fantasy shit. httyd(so many god damn ideas DAMNIT). Aavater the Last Airbender. Marvel Symbiote AU.#Marvel Adoption AUs with.so.many.different.CHARACTERS. even fuckin Goldne Compass!#Is this normal? My brain is weird And it certainly doesn't help that I am a procrastinator by nature. no no no #My brain only wants to work in creative bursts. And me thinking some things are too small.#I wait till I see 7 or more pages of written gold. I am ranting here as I want to know just how much ahit I can put in these tags.#I truly hope you are all having a beautiful miraculous day today and every other day. And if you read all this. Gold star. Y'all a trooper.#This Fic also needs a name... Open to suggestions! Love y'all! BUG-OUT 💮🐞💮#(Also royally messed up on spelling but im too lazy a bish to undo and redo all this ranting. LOVE Y'ALL TO THE MOON AND BACK!!!#have a good day

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Orsterra’s Deities (Major Artistic License!)

My ideas for the twelve deities, and how they eventually became divine, and able to bestow their gifts onto others.

In the beginning, there was space. And from that emerged Steorra, Goddess of the Cosmos. Her and Dreisang, Archmagus of the World’s Founding Elements came together and formed Orsterra through the stars and the elements of life.

From a far-off place, a calamity named Galdera latched on to their new creation, seeking to take its life and leave it an empty shell. A true parasite.

To protect Orsterra, Dreisang and Steorra created all living and nonliving things: animals, landforms, and finally mankind.

Each pocket in humanity had a few exceptional people among them who would rise up to become a leader in the beginning times.

These were:

Winnehild and Dohter of the Riverlands

Balogar and Brand of the Highlands

Sealtigce of the Sunlands

Aeber of the Cliftlands

Draefendi of the Woodlands

Aelfric of the Frostlands

Biefelgan of the Coastlands

Alephan of the Flatlands

Steorra also came to reside in the Flatlands, and Dreisang in the Woodlands.

Rivalries and Alliances

Since the beginning of time, Brand and Balogar had a rivalry within the Highlands.

Eventually, Brand would form an alliance with Alephan, and Balogar would throw his lot in with Winnehild.

The two teams had a perfect balance of physical might and clever tactics. Their duels and battles of wits would be legendary.

Going on a long journey, Dohter sought to join Aelfric in his mission to keep light and hope alive in Orsterra. With his magic and Aelfric’s blessings, they also fought back the feelings of despair and terror.

Aeber and Draefendi had a friendly sibling rivalry, where it was always a race to see who would get to their resources first. To this day, their record remains at a draw.

Biefelgan and Sealtigce met by chance and chose to walk the world together. Demonstrating the importance of hard work and performing arts respectively, the two went on to inspire people to strive for a life where they could sing, dance, trade, and be merry with one another.

Although separate at first and only concerned with their respective regions, these exceptional clan leaders would set aside their differences to help each other against Galdera’s evil forces, which would bring out the malicious side of human nature.

Darkness Approaches

At some point, warfare was at an all time high. Galdera became much stronger as humanity strayed further from the light.

Aelfric knew as a carrier of the Sacred Flame, he would have to take drastic action. After communing with Steorra and Dreisang, he realized that he would have to become the Flame itself to keep Galdera at bay.

They gave him the ultimate light spell: Eternal Life.

Aelfric only intended to sacrifice himself, but Galdera, Lyblac, and those who served them launched surprise attacks on all settlements of humanity.

As the protectors of the world, the ten leaders of humanity and their creators reached a decision on a single night...

They would shed their mortal lives, and become divine. They would leave behind their powers to give to the rest of their respective clans. They would also get to choose how they spent their last moments alive as mortals.

Final Farewells

Coming to respect one another as warriors, Brand and Winnehild wished to have their last moment be a duel. The two of them go out swinging, never breaking their stalemate. They wish to meet again on another battlefield. It is said that every sword or lance clashes in their honor.

Balogar wanted to bear witness to the duel, but was urged by Winnehild to return home to the Highlands and bring inspiration to the people living there. He reluctantly accepts, resolving to make a flashy exit with a display of all his elemental runes.

Reluctant to leave Brand but promising to guide him in another life, Alephan heads to the Flatlands, where he urges his people not to give in to despair, and to never stop in their efforts to seek the truth. In his last moment, he bestows two gifts: those of insight and a thirst for learning.

Wanting to be with his dear friend Aelfric but aware of his duties, Dohter spent his last mortal moments bringing medicine to the sick, injured, and even the broken-hearted. He was remembered for his charity.

In a heist for the ages, Aeber took the treasure of the self-proclaimed King of the Cliftlands’ clans, and led his warriors on a wild chase for it. It is said he disappeared into the mist, and his treasure is still somewhere in the pleateaus. To this day, thieves and archaeologists alike are unable to find it.

Draefendi stood bravely against a beast similar to Redeye to protect her home in the Darkwood. Although she and her animal companion faded, they ensured they were victorious. Their legend has been passed down by oral tradition, inspiring many a hunter to never back down from their quarry.

Biefelgan spent their day in trade, in an attempt to put smiles on people’s faces. As deals were made and goods moved between hands, they uttered the famous last words, “I’m going out now, I’ll be some time.” These words became ingrained in trading, and later, merchant culture - as a sign that one is going on a very long journey. There is an addition at the end in modern times, that indicates the merchant will return richer than before.

Sealtigce made the oasis of what is now Wellspring into the stage for her last dance. With every step, she told the story of the world, its people, and their two great creators. With each movement she captured the spirits of the other clan leaders and finally danced to honor her own life as it faded.

With the help of those he got to know in his travels with Dohter, Aelfric cast the final spell of Eternal Life. Each of them ascended beyond humanity, where their spirits, powers, thoughts, desires and wisdom remained. Bit by bit, humanity used these powers to build a gate that would seal Galdera for the time being.

In honor of their great sacrifices, the people these leaders left behind built shrines in remembrance. Here they would be blessed with mysterious new powers, which could be used for good or ill, depending on the wielder.

#Octopath Traveler #Theories #Orsterra's Gods #This is just how I pictured them #The Alephan - Brand alliance is a parallel to Olberic and Cyrus's banter in Wellspring #Brains and Brawn #Hehe #Also Therion probably aspires to Aeber's last heist #Crossford and Alfyn are pretty good followers for Dohter #And Ophilia is flawless #Primrose takes her 'just keep dancing' philosophy from her Goddess #Tressa would have either loved Biefelgan or be ready to throw hands with them #rival merchants and all #And is the Brand - Balogar parallel to Olberic and Erhardt or what?#first a rivalry #but then Balogar returns home #where have we seen THAT before? ;)#H'annit is The Huntress incarnate #But she survives to tell the tale

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Thoughts on Dark Fortress #3

(This post is under a cut due to spoilers.)

There’s a lot I thought/wanna say about this final issue, to the point that it’s hard to know where to start!

The cover art is.. beautiful. The symbolic allusion between Shirallas and the dragon (his draconic-y claws, the semblance of a broken collar falling off in the same way, the fire) 👌 On the whole, lined up side-by-side the three covers of Dark Fortress feel really thematically cohesive. Shirallas’ and the dragon’s claws echo Tractus’ sharp metal gauntlet, and as well as the similarities between the dragon and Shirallas, both Tractus and the dragon have a circle of weapons, and the patterning encircles Tractus’ neck and wrists like the collars and shackles. Y’know, like you can just really tell the cover artist planned ahead and put a lot of thought into how the 3 cover arts would ‘flow’ from one to the other, blending elements between them.

I posted some of my fav panels here.

I knew he was my boy but Shirallas’ backstory broke my heart ( ´•̥̥̥ω•̥̥̥` ) the first panel is so bleak and heart-wrenching. the burning aravel parts.. another Dalish clan met a terrible fate.

I wonder if his clan wandered Tevinter like Clan Oranavra? it makes me wonder if Shirallas and Fenris met in Tevinter. It’s nice to see that another clan took him in. And if Shirallas is a name he took, not his original name, I assume it has a special meaning, maybe to do with his quest for justice/vengeance. Shiral means journey, “allas” is found in vallas, which means set, as in the sun. The “vallas” in vallasdahlen (life-trees, planted in remembrance of those who dedicated their lives to the Dales) means life. in many ways the sun and life are the same thing, and there’s the obvious connection to Elgar’nan, eldest of the sun. So journey/quest - sun/life? Like since the loss of his clan he’s on a journey/quest for the rest of his life to get justice/vengeance, which are attributes of the sun god Elgar’nan? that became his life’s purpose and his direction of ‘travel’ ever since his loss, what he dedicated his life to since then. :’(

Elgara vallas, da'len. ( ´•̥̥̥ω•̥̥̥` )

This is our first look at the vallaslin application process, no? what Shirallas is saying in this panel is the Song to Elgar’nan. it’s interesting, in that that prayer kind of resembles what happened, or almost happened, in this issue. a fortress shaken, fire, winged death (a dragon), pretenders to power, “strike the usurpers” (“Red Wraith, dispose of my enemies, kill the traitorous mage”). pretty cool right?

⬇️ me two months ago, look at the tags in red brackets.

oh my son.. Dalish father roams, and the Dalish son won’t survive the fight ( ´•̥̥̥ω•̥̥̥` )

the panel where Fenris and Shirallas shake hands ;; to which experience is Fenris speaking of, I wonder? once upon a time he saw Anders almost lose himself in his own quest for Justice/Vengeance for the mages.

Parallels between Shirallas succeeding in proving himself to Nenealeus and when Fenris succeeded in proving himself to Danarius all those years ago - compare. ;__; an elf surrounded by bodies of people he’d killed to prove himself, and a horrible Magister telling him “well done”.

I love the design of the sword and its use as a ‘divider’ on the first page splitting up the panels is both smart and beautiful. even here there’s pink light around it, the dragon’s fire

overall I wasn’t expecting this issue to begin with flashbacks to Shirallas’ past and backstory, so this whole page caught me off-guard

omg look at the red lyrium ‘veins’ under Shirallas’ skin. when he emerges from the sarcophagus that is a very cool picture of his face

Nenealeus has been taking beard-styling advice/trends from the dwarves

check out the sword crackling and reforming as Shirallas makes contact with it. is the red lyrium under his skin moving in this scene?

in the panel of Vaea running away from the dragon, it’s nice that as she runs Fenris is still behind facing the dragon, to protect her

gorgeous background in the panel with Marquette, and his expression is one of Regret for what he just did and for his part in all this. the dawning realization that I’ve Fucked Up Big Time

as Nenealeus’ weapon is a sword, does he have some Knight Enchanter-adjacent skills (I don’t expect the actual KE artform is exclusive to southern Circles only)? it’s a physical item ofc, not a summoned one. staffs are infused with lyrium to provide a conduit for a mage’s power. so then, mages can channel power through other [presumably similarly-infused] weapons too, not just mage staves/staff-like magic implements or their bare hands

given the color of Nenealeus’ magic and the fact that the dragon was under the control of his magic, it now makes sense to me why the dragon’s fire is that color! o:

Marius is badass (nice touch that his shoulder is smoking pink with the effects of one of Nenealeus’ magic attacks here) and the four panels where everyone’s grim and determined, facing off against each other and Venatori goons made me feel quite emotional. Aaron is Team Dad.. it’s nice to see him having a friendship / paternal moment with Francesca both acknowledging her pain and power while also giving her a pep talk. You can tell when he says too “We all need to do whatever we can in this moment” that he’s talking about himself too and may already be thinking one or some of them aren’t going to make it out of there

Francesca GO OFF!! she’s so powerful, and it’s really cool every time seeing her plant magic in action. it puts in perspective how powerful Velanna would have been with her similar skills (skills like Thornblades), and I enjoy the contrast of the fire in the background and the blue/green of Fran’s magic in action

Fenris is so cool-headed in high-octane combat situations, quickly taking stock, assessing and realizing the odds then coming up with a plan. the look on Vaea’s face when she’s like >:( wtf u can’t just leave is cute

cool pulled-back bird’s eye shot of the Fortress

Karasten continuing with the sass about Tevinter even during a siege

Fenris speaking Qunlat! I love that they brought this lore fact into play and had him make use of this skill, it’s a neat reminder of Fenris’ exchange with the Arishok if you take him into the compound in DA2. in the opening-up the gates scene, Vaea’s worried about letting the Qunari in and going to the Qunari (from her expression), but she trusts Fenris and his judgement enough to open the gate and see what happens

I like that Tessa’s bolts are fletched the blue of her accent color

chills at the panel where Shirallas is walking out of the flames advancing on Aaron. Ser Aaron, who never retreats, not at Ostagar, not now ;__;

the battle-scenes are beautiful, fast-paced and gory, chaotic and colorful, like it would feel to be there

Fenris then puts himself between Aaron and Shirallas. I could hear “I will deal with this Red Wraith” in my head

Autumn can look so scary. a true mabari warrior! when she leapt towards Shirallas I was Stressed for her safety despite knowing rationally that they wouldn’t kill their dog!

the horizontal combat splash page is awesome

CLEVER GIRL Autumn. she and Fenris are in sync in this sequence.

Shirallas serving super saiyan vibes with the bulk, strength, hair

Fenris bargaining for Fran’s life and then trusting her to use her magic as part of the attack on the Red Wraith

lmao Ser Aaron

smart thinking Fran

Aaron praising her ;__;

Marius was straight-up prepared to die to stop Nenealeus ;__; poor Tessa in this exchange

the face-melting scene 👌

“Ah, Marius... I knew it would come down to the two of us”: this panel is just really cool? Nenealeus looks almost congenial here, which makes him seem all the more colder and more dangerous. and the burning bodies strongly remind me of the bodies at the start of Inquisition which are at the ‘blast point’ of the Breach at the Conclave

when Marius and Vaea’s eyes meet and they formulate the backup plan 👌

nice to see ‘staff’-less magic in action. Nenealeus is clearly a very powerful mage. when he’s frying Marius he has Star Wars Palpatine and force lightning vibes

OH VAEA... you did it, but my heart hurts that she had to kill someone for the first time, even though it was foreshadowed by her discussion with Marius in a earlier issue. & Nenealeus’ look of surprise as he dies says it all

it’s a serious moment but Marius now looks like a cat that stuck its paw in a socket hh

when Nenealeus is doubled over dead, it’s a great panel- the white background taking us out of the chaos that’s going on all-around for just a moment, showing the seriousness of what’s just transpired for Vaea and the realization of it setting in. a pause, the shock. & it’s nice to see Marius being soft with someone other than Calpernia or Tessa

but despite what’s just happened Vaea is still Vaea, she’s concerned about life and immediately wants to save the dragon. I like the part where panels of Vaea and Fran ‘face’ each other as they have this discussion, a lot.

in the moment that it takes off, does the dragon realize Vaea is responsible for saving its life? the ‘eye’ panel feels like an acknowledgement from it, or between the two

Fran’s magic destroying and sinking the sarcophagus into the ground reminds me of what in-world lore says happened to Arlathan, in a way

omg they have to stop Shirallas before he gets over 9000

do you think when Aaron says “We cannot retreat” he’s thinking of Loghain’s retreat at Ostagar?

at this point btw I’m pleasantly surprised that Marius survives, I had sort of expected him to die in this issue

oh Marquette, curiosity killed the cat dontcha know

new lore just dropped: the Red Wraith is able to heal from any wound, which is notable, and he and the sword have a.. symbiotic relationship? with each other. “He feeds energy to the sword from the red lyrium in his veins. And in turn, the sword heals his wounds.” What are the lore implications of this? Just what is red lyrium capable of?

Paragon Branka reference! and later on a Black Marsh reference

:’( As soon as Aaron launched into his story at this point my stress levels went through the roof and I knew it was Time. and then - well. you know :’((( Aaron had death flags in previous issues, so I was logically prepared and not surprised by the occurrence (this isn’t a bad thing btw), but I still wasn’t EMOTIONALLY PREPARED

mfw

nooooooooo.... It was at this point everyone that I burst into tears.. i have never Ugly Cried at a comic before so that was a new experience.. It’s hard to put my feelings about this into words bc rly it just straight-up destroyed me, u know.. Vaea’s “Don’t leave me”, Aaron’s tears when he knows the deed is done, his pendant.. surely the resemblance between the way he looks on this cover and the way he looks in the panel when he’s falling and Vaea is shouting “Aaron!” is intentional. i’m just destroyed okay

On the next page, holes in Shirallas’ shirt where his wounds were before they healed is a nice touch. Autumn’s bite here must surely be shattering the bone in his lower leg. then as if i wasn’t in enough pain already - being separated from the weapon, did that bring Shirallas back to himself for a while? His “Friend?” and the look in his eyes when he looks up at Fenris is so pitiful :’( for a moment just before the end he’s the boy in the wood surrounded by his burning clan again. RIP Shirallas son, we barely knew ye but I loved u :’(((

Having Marquette escape is a smart choice, it means there’s someone still kicking around Thedas who knows what happened here and what went down. maybe we seek him out in the next game when trying to follow up on the plot-thread of the idol/red lyrium/its capabilities/Venatori/Qunari? anyway, can’t help but admire, in a fashion anyway, someone who dips out to save their own skin, and his attempted grift when he’s talking to Tractus x)

we hadn’t seen the last of Tractus indeed. there he is! “This is me, crying over our loss” - he’s such an edgy boi

THE IDOL

“Oh, you mean this idol?” feels like they’re breaking the fourth wall and deliberately teasing us x)

when Fenris says “[stay clear of it] Red lyrium can do things with your mind” I wonder if he’s thinking of his experiences with things like Bartrand and Meredith

started to cry again at the final Aaron scenes ok.. when it pans back to Vaea and Autumn on the shore with the dying Aaron, they look so small and lonely set against the backdrop of the gray rock, windy shore, jagged outcrops. it’s a beautifully poignant and incredibly forlorn backdrop for this scene. Autumn in these panels, and again the parallel between Aaron lying here and him on that cover page.. ;; the whole scene is raw and gutwrenching. even in death Aaron was thinking about Vaea, apologizing that she had to take a life, outlining his hopes that she continues to have a positive future and doesn’t descend into any kind of darkness. the fact that all this time he’s carried around a letter addressed to King Alistair in his pocket, to recommend that Vaea be knighted, the fact that he’s crying too, the pendant, the tenderness between them, how proud Aaron is of Vaea, the fact that he goes out telling a story and smiling because he’s so proud of her, here at the end Aaron is filled with pride and looks at peace.. i can’t ( ok i cried again on this re-read when writing this post, Dad Stuff is the ultimate way to get me ok.. don’t look at me _(°:з」∠)_ )

Vaea IS more than worthy. I’m so glad someone recognizes that and sees it in her. King Alistair WOULD knight her, and there’s a beautiful poetry in that fact as the son of an elf. there’s also something poetic in that, if Vaea becomes the first elven knight of Ferelden, well it echoes the Emerald Knights of old in a way. that’s beautiful. I’m very proud of Vaea.

Here we see another parallel - when Francesca is comforting a crying Vaea as her father figure passes away, it directly echoes when Vaea comforted Francesca when she was crying after her own father died.

Aaron’s hometown of Portsmouth is a real place in England

I’m happy to see Fran and Autumn continuing to travel with Vaea, and Fenris continuing to keep his promise to Aaron to keep Vaea safe, and that Cassé is now Fran’s horse (that’s a lovely touch considering she healed him in Blue Wraith, a full-circle moment)

Fenris is right, they were family. soft supportive Fenris, with emotional intelligence ;; (and he of all people knows about Found Family)

the last panel of Vaea crying is beautiful too, the sun is rising in the east after the terrible night they’ve had, and the ‘faded’ rectangles is a great style/composition choice

even Cassé the horse looks sad

the scene of Fran and Vaea riding double with Fenris smiling in the background is super cute, and I love that the last we see of the party is them honoring Ser Aaron by telling stories like he did, of his exploits. I hope they always tell stories of Ser Aaron ;;

I’m glad Tessa made it out okay, she’ll be able to return to Charter. 💜 I was a bit worried this wouldn’t be the case

the last page DBKGRRGRKRKGREKF

Pour one out for Ser Aaron Hawthorne of Portsmouth, Knight of Ferelden.

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A recap on wider plot-points

The Qunari Antaam have taken control of Castellum Tenebris, and Neromenian has fallen to their advance.

The sarcophagus is broken and has been buried deep in the ground. Francesca asserts that it won’t be found.

The Inquisition agents retrieved the broken shards of the weapon, and are going to take its remains to the shadow Inquisition.

Tractus Danarius is alive and in possession of the idol, or was at the timepoint of this comic. He wants to use it to impress the Venatori remnants so that he can rejoin them. Marquette thinks, or said that he thinks (could easily be a bluff or his lack of knowledge about it compared to someone like Solas), that it doesn’t work anymore. (I’m leaning towards it does still work, otherwise why would Solas be interested in it?)

Solas, in what looks kinda like his most recent DA4 trailer gear, was watching the events of this series/arc the whole time and knows what happened. He knows Tractus has the idol. None of the people in this comic plot are “People Solas doesn’t know”. And it seems that he is able to use eluvians to watch people.

There’s a chance that Tractus Danarius is the mage in Tevinter Nights, from Dread Wolf Take You - the mage from House Danarius who went with some slaves to Nevarra to use the idol to perform a ritual with the Mortalitasi. That mage wanted to change the world to help fight the Antaam’s invasion. In the tale at least, he used the idol, a rift opened, the Dread Wolf popped out and killed him. At the time of that ritual the idol was still working.

+ some new lore -

the Red Wraith was able to heal from any wound, which is notable, and he and the sword the idol created had a.. symbiotic relationship? with each other. “He feeds energy to the sword from the red lyrium in his veins. And in turn, the sword heals his wounds.” What are the lore implications of this? Just what is red lyrium capable of?

eluvians can be used to watch people. not just to communicate over long distances or as portals between places

Lastly I don’t know what to do with myself anymore as this is the end of a long-running DA arc and was the final piece of [currently-known about] new canon Dragon Age content that we’ll get.

#dragon age 4 #the dread wolf rises #da4 #dark fortress spoilers #dark fortress spoiler #dragon age #bioware #fenris #spoilers #spoiler #dragon age: dark fortress spoilers #dragon age: dark fortress spoiler #the Fenaissance #feels #gpoy

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Shang-Chi and the Legend of the Ten Rings

Shang-Chi and the Legend of the Ten Rings more or less immediately became one of my favorite movies in the Marvel Cinematic Universe.

Some of this is due to it being one of the best American-made martial arts movies I’ve ever seen. Some of this is due to it delivering some incredibly cool moments and imagery, the likes of which we haven’t really seen much of in the MCU, much less in American filmmaking in general these days. But it’s due also in large part to the fact that the movie is consistently fun, funny, brimming with exhilarating action scenes and moves like a rocket. It’s just a genuinely great time at the movies and I found myself grinning from ear to ear for most of its (just over) two hour runtime. There are more than 20 MCU movies, and while I highly enjoy most of them, it definitely felt like it was time for Marvel to deliver something different than yet another costumed superhero outing. And that’s precisely what’s been done here with Shang-Chi giving audiences a straight-up kung fu adventure film.

In a way, the excellence of Shang-Chi as an action movie is bittersweet. The action scenes were designed and shot by Brad Allan, a brilliant martial artist who spent years as a member of Jackie Chan’s personal stunt team. He had truly come into his own as an action designer and choreographer but met an untimely death about a month before this film’s release. What he delivered here alongside director Destin Daniel Cretton is some of the most impressive hand-to-hand action I’ve seen in an American action film.

Marvel movies have had plenty of exciting and fun action scenes but, as is the case with so many Western films, the performers simply lack the training and capability to convincingly pull off what is shown off with aplomb in many Asian films. That is absolutely not the case here thanks to the exceptional skill shown off by the likes of Simu Liu, Tony Leung, Michelle Yeoh and nearly every other actor who throws hands (and feet). Allan may be gone, but he left a heck of a legacy on-screen here and it is absolutely exhilarating to watch. Capable, highly trained actors being filmed in wide shots without an excess of editing to cover up their inadequacies makes for exciting cinema. Who knew?!

Though it is brimming with excellent action, the heart of Shang-Chi is actually found in the familial drama driving the plot. Shaun (Liu) is a fairly typical 20-something in San Francisco. He’s mostly content to work his day job as a parking valet with his best friend, Katy (Awkwafina) before spending their nights carousing and doing karaoke. But after Shaun kicks the living tar out of a group of henchmen, including a guy with a literal sword for an arm, on a bus, Katy demands to know who her lifelong friend actually is. Turns out his real name is Shang-Chi and he’s actually the son of a history-defining warlord who’s been alive for thousands of years thanks to ten powerful, magical (possibly alien) rings who trained Shaun since childhood to be an assassin. Ya know, normal stuff.

Shang-Chi’s dad, Wenwu (Leung), thinks he’s found a way to enter the mystical, ancient city his wife hailed from. Though she died more than a decade ago, Wenwu is certain he’s heard her voice calling to him to set her free from captivity. Though he’s willing to fight and kill to do so, Wenwu mostly just wants to reunite his family, and he especially wants his son to take up the mantle of leading the Ten Rings, his millennia-old crime organization.

Shang-Chi is, as expected, not too hip to his abusive father’s plans, but there still clearly resides in him a desire to be loved and accepted by Wenwu. It’s that push and pull between the light and dark within him that drives Shang-Chi’s emotional journey as he slowly comes to realize he can’t ever fully run from or hide his lineage, try as he might.

Liu has been acting for the better part of a decade (I really need to check out Kim’s Convenience) but this is without question his breakout performance and he handles leading man duties well. He’s handsome and funny, and though his charisma is somewhat low-key, he’s able to project enough stoic gravitas that you can always get a sense of what he’s feeling. If nothing else, he’s primed for a string of action roles based on how superbly he pulls off each fight scene. It’s always thrilling to watch a performer pull off their own stunts and fight moves, but Liu brings a very visible energy to his combat.

The real treat here, though, is watching Tony Leung make his Big Hollywood Debut. Leung is one of China’s biggest movie stars and he’s given more than enough incredible performances in truly amazing films to cement his status as one of the all-time great actors. But there’s something uniquely fun seeing him not just let loose in a big budget blockbuster, but to do so and not water down his trademark intensity. Leung’s greatest skill has always been his ability to communicate so much with just his eyes, and that intensity and passion is on full display here. Whatever shortcomings the script might have barely matter because Leung tells you everything you need to know about Wenwu with just a look.

If there’s a major shortcoming here it’s that there are elements of the script that feel notably undercooked. In particular there’s a moment before the big finale where Shang-Chi is brooding over his father’s treatment of him as a child, questioning whether or not he’s still just the assassin he was raised to be. It feels like something from a different version of the script where that self-doubt played a much larger part than what made it to screen.

And, as seems contractually obligated in these movies, the climax culminates with a lot of Typical CGI Nonsense. Though at least here that Typical CGI Nonsense is delivering a look at some mythical beasties and imagery that we don’t often get in these sorts of movies.

None of those frustrating elements (not even the often horribly glaring use of green screen composite shots) detracts enough from the experience to make this anything less than a total blast to watch. I’ve come to accept that most Marvel movies are simply going to have frustrating or undercooked elements to them in one way or another. But even grading on that curve, Shang-Chi and the Legend of the Ten Rings still manages to feel like a complete, thrilling package, one that I can’t wait to watch again.

Author’s Note: If you walk out of Shang-Chi jonesing for some more Tony Leung, check out The Grandmaster if you want more of him doing kung fu. Watch In the Mood for Love if you want one of his best, most internalized acting performances. And watch Hard Boiled if you want to see him co-star in one of the greatest, most over-the-top action movies ever made.

#shang chi #shang-chi #marvel #simu liu #tony leung #tony leung chiu wai #michelle yeoh

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hi hi! i js found your blog and omg its amazing??? especially what you wrote for Sabos soulmate vv mucho gusto😤👌🏽

could i request B from the soulmate alpha for Law? i feel like Law is the last person to believe in soulmates and love and all that bs, but when he sees tattoos he’s all too familiar with on someone else... yeah! he probably thinks they’re some intense groupie at first until one of his men brings up the whole soulmate business. anywho, hope all goes well! :D

Law x Reader - Rivers of Ink

I agree with that! He would be a stubborn man for sure. Honestly I was a little self indulgent with what I wrote for this, I do hope you forgive me if this isn’t what you were expecting. Today is February 17th and tomorrow, the 18th, is actually my birthday so I made this one extra long as a mini gift to you all! I hope you enjoy this, dear. I had a fantastic time writing this!

Warnings: Slight NSFW, Love at First Sight

Synopsis: Nightmares plagued the doctor every night, nothing seemed to be able to remedy his affliction. But could one artistic individual on an island hold the answer to his worries? A sudden and unexpected whirlwind of a romance, Law struggles to see and accept the fact that he was falling hard so quickly.

“Haven’t you heard that tattoos don’t age that well?” Someone whispered into Law’s ear as he walked down the dark alleyway. The lights flickered above him, moths swarmed around the light until it was barely visible, it served no purpose in being there. He rolled his eyes and turned his head to see who was there, but he was unable to see anyone.

“Marking up your pretty body like that? What a shame,” Another sneered, the words grew louder and soon it turned into chanting, it was louder, louder and louder. His ears began to ring, laughter pierced his ears and soon Law felt like he was falling.

Law gasped as he woke up with a start and clutched his chest. His eyes were wide as he felt around his bedside table for his glass of water. He chugged the remnants of what was inside while he used his free hand to wipe the sweat off of his brow and onto his palm instead. He felt clammy and gross from waking up so suddenly, his eyes felt dry and heavy, but he knew he wouldn’t be able to sleep that easily after what he experienced. Leaving his bed, he grabbed his jacket and left his room to go to one of the main hallways of his submarine so he could look out at the ocean. The ocean was beautiful, they all said. But in the night, the normally blue ocean was a vast expanse of black ink. He stared out at the ink and saw that there was nothing notable to look at. The ocean was dark, the submarine was dark, nothing seemed able to emit much light here. He didn’t even know his purpose in coming out here, his nightmare seemed to have more light than the hallway he was currently in. Dismayed, he grabbed onto one of the walls and groped his way back to his room before he laid down on his bed and did his best to force himself to sleep. He was blessed to not have anymore dreams, or nightmares that night about his inked up skin. He woke up and overheard his crew talking about how they noticed an island on the radar and how they were going to go up to restock on some supplies and to also get some fresh air as well. Law made himself get ready for the day, he couldn’t let anyone else find out about his restless night.

Law went up to the deck for the first time in weeks when they finally reached land. The warm air on his tanned cheeks caught him off guard, he felt disoriented after coming out of his underwater hibernation. The captain glanced around the shore of the island with his steely eyes and saw how the island was rather boisterous and full of life. The islanders were walking around, laughing, flying kites that were covered in extravagant designs.

“I’m going for a walk,” Law said as he left the submarine and stretched his arms up in the air, he watched as some people ate snacks while some were walking and were just enjoying the island’s temperate weather. One thing he noticed was how no one was alone, and how everyone - except for the children of course - had exquisite, matching tattoos that covered their arms and legs, backs and necks. Anywhere there was space, unique designs covered people’s bodies and it caught Law’s attention. He started to “people watch”, he noticed how this one woman had a long, intricate dragon tattooed on her arm, and how her girlfriend had a matching one on the same arm in the exact same place. He watched as a mother and father had matching ones on their wrists, it was the same with everyone he met. Law’s curiosity soon took the better of him and he approached one of the happy couples and awkwardly looked down at them.

“Those tattoos… where are they from?” Law asked as he pointed to the intricate ink snaking down their bodies. The woman answered for the two of them and told him about a tattoo artist who lived on this island who specialized in “Soul Tattoos.” While he got no further elaboration on that, he decided to follow the directions he was given by the polite couple and soon found himself knocking on the door of a random shop. The door soon opened and Law was greeted by something… strange, familiar. He looked down at their hands and noticed how death ran across their fingers, and how from under the collar of their shirt, he could see the start of a large tribal heart. Law brushed it off as a major coincidence as he slowly walked inside of the shop and looked down at them.

“I saw some of your work out on the streets, it’s really well done,” Law said as he looked down at the person in front of him.

“You did? Oh, thank you,” They smiled as they walked back into their shop and showed off some of the work they had on the walls of the shop. “I’m proud of the work I do, and especially for people like that? This? I really do enjoy it,” Law studied how their lips curved into a smile and how they parted when they let out a small breath.

“What work are you talking about?” Law asked, he knew that they were all tattoos and he appreciated the artistry behind it, but other than that he wasn’t sure about what they were referring to.

“I do Soul Tattoo’s they’re all about -- “ Before they were able to say more, a clock chimed behind them and they looked over at it.

“Oh, closing time -- “ They looked over at Law and suddenly sparks coursed through their entire being. His steely eyes pierced straight into their own like a sword, their heart begin to race as they maintained eye contact with one another for a prolonged period of time. Their breathing slowed as they took in the sight of the captain in front of them. The tattoos were the first thing that caught their attention. Finally... he was here. Before they could even speak, Law looked away from them and at the door in some discomfort.

“It’s alright, goodnight,” Law said as he went to leave the shop before he heard any objections from the person who was there. As he walked in the dimmed streets, he looked at the inky sky and couldn’t help but think about their tattoos. The knuckle tattoos were similar to his own, he glanced down and was surprised to see that it could have been the exact same thing. Death on his knuckles, the ornate tribal style tattoo heart on his chest, the more he thought about it, the more perplexed and creeped out he became. He went back to his submarine, that confused look mixed in with his usual cold look caught the eyes of some of his subordinates. Bepo looked at his captain and quickly stood up to give him a hug.

“Captain! Welcome back!” Bepo cheered as he hugged the tall man, Law didn’t resist the hug but he didn’t hug him back either. Bepo noticed how his captain was more stone cold tonight than other nights which confused the poor bear. “Captain? Are you alright?” Bepo asked him.

“I’m fine,” Law assured as he pulled away from his warm companion and looked up at the sky for a moment. “I met someone strange,” Law said as he studied the stars with his eyes next, the mixing of the bright white against the blueish black was a wonderful contrast. Mindless thoughts, Law was trying to distract himself again.

“What do you mean?” Bepo decided to ask him.

“Someone with the same tattoos as mine,” Law shared as he glanced over at Bepo. Bepo was confused too, he looked over at Penguin who was taking in the cool, night air.

“The same as yours? That’s a little weird,” Bepo agreed, and Law was glad that he wasn’t crazy for thinking otherwise. He didn’t understand why they had the same ones as him.

“Maybe they’re some weird follower of mine or something,” Law grumbled, that thought upset him. Bepo noticed the upset look, but he had to agree with his captain, it was strange.

“You did gain a lot of popularity after the Doflamingo incident,” Bepo reminded him. That seemed to almost settle it for Law, he had a stalker, a fan and that made a weird chill shoot down his spine. Was that the shock he felt from earlier? No, that was more powerful, the captain stared out at the ocean with a blank, thinking expression until he heard Penguin clearing his throat to speak.

“I don’t think it’s a weird fan,” Penguin said as he continued to relax on the deck. Bepo and Law both fell silent and looked over at Penguin for more of an explanation, one he was happy to give. “Well, I was talking to some of the locals and they told me about how people who are supposedly soulmates would have the same tattoos on their body and how they would always get big pieces so they could find them easier,” Penguin explained. Law listened to what he said and couldn’t help but think that his words were ridiculous, that story didn’t even make any sense. Soulmates? Partners for life? As if.

“I’m going to bed,” Law simply said as he went to go to his quarters. But the seed of doubt was already planted, and as he slept, he couldn’t help but think about that possibility.

“Marked skin… we warned you, didn’t we?” A stranger mused.

“Yes, yes we did, we did,” Another chirped, their voice was too cheery for the grim, nightmarish atmosphere.

“Pirates can’t have soulmates, they can’t have -- “

Law gasped, he shot out of bed and didn’t even grab his water, he grabbed his jacket and left his room to go to the hallway. He noticed that they were on land, they were still on land, this wasn’t all just a dream, he really did meet someone with the same tattoos as himself. His mind for once wasn’t able to process what he saw and he soon found himself on the deck of his submarine looking out at the blue ocean and the black sky. He stared at the scene for a minute before he looked at his knuckles. How could something so alarming, something he had that was meant to push people away be the reason he got close to someone else? It hadn’t even been a day but all Law was able to think about was their infectious smile, their incredible art… There was more that had caught his eye too, but it was too inappropriate to even say, Law was embarrassed that he was caught up in such juvenile affections. Maybe Penguin was right. Law scoffed under his breath and continued to deny the truth that was in front of his face, he was falling for them after only one day. It was such an unreasonable thought that it disturbed him, it seriously caught him off guard. How was that even possible? Was it possible to fall this hard for someone after one day? Law was slowly beginning to lose his mind. Against his better judgement, he grabbed his sword and left his submarine to go back into the dark town. As he wandered around, he noticed how the dim lights mimicked stars, and all those stars led him down a straight path towards their place. Moths were around the lights like in his dream, in fact the alley looked eerily similar. Law forced himself not to think too hard on that, after all was he even thinking? He was walking over to some stranger’s studio in the middle of the night to ask questions, none of it made sense. It was late, they wouldn’t be awake. Before Law could even knock on the door, the door opened and Law was met by their piercing eyes.

“You’re back,” They breathed out, their voice was smooth and rich, Law felt his breath hitch in his throat when he was able to see their hand that rested on the door. There was no mistaking that their tattoos were the same as his.

“We need to talk,” Law quickly said, they offered no objections and opened their shop up for Law to walk inside. The warm atmosphere still was present, it contrasted the typically cold submarine he lived on. His eyes scanned them over in their casual night attire and felt his heart stop, he was hyper aware of every hair on his body, the electricity that was in the room. “We have the same tattoos,” Law said as he swallowed his shock away. Don’t stare, he ordered himself, but the tension between the two of them was thick. Their batting eyelashes, their soft smile, Law felt drunk off of them already. He watched as they shifted their weight onto one hip and how they pouted as they thought about what the captain spoke to them about.

“These? I’ve always had them,” They shared as they held up their hands to show off the tattoos that decorated their skin. Next, Law watched as they pulled the collar of their shirt down to show off the top part of their tattoo, it was the same as his and it was a little unnerving to see it so perfectly replicated on their skin. Not only was Law staring at the tattoo, he was staring at their skin, he let out a small breath and did his best to dim those thoughts in his sleep deprived brain.

“How long,” Law asked them.

“Always. Like ever since you got them I suppose,” They shrugged.

“So you know?” Law asked.

“I’m not stupid, I know who you are, Trafalgar Law,” they said as they poked a finger at his built chest. The captain staggered back and frowned down at the person in front of him. “I’ve known it was you for a long time, I was just waiting for you to come and find me.”

“You sound like you’re just some fan,” Law stated with a small scowl on his face, he didn’t like the arrogance they were presenting.

“Don’t test me, Law,” They snarled back as they grabbed him by the collar of his jacket and pushed him against the wall. Their hips met his as they got closer to glare at him. They weren’t aware of how close they were and how this proximity was slowly getting to Law’s head. Law decided to toss all sense of reason out, why should he care? His mind was swarming and he needed release desperately.

“Oh yeah?” Law smirked, he looked down at where their bodies were touching and then back into their eyes. And just like he predicted, they gasped and tried to step back from him, but Law wouldn’t allow that. Law grabbed them by their hips and tsked when he saw their face slowly going red. “What happened to all that confidence from earlier, hm?” He purred into their ear, his large, calloused hand groped their rear and he chuckled at the gasp that escaped from their lips.

“You’re such an ass!” They gasped, while they wanted to sound menacing, it didn’t seem to be working, Law was proving to be in control of the situation as of now, but it was clear that they were enjoying Law’s teasing.

“I think you like me like this,” Law teased as his hand slipped under the back of their shirt. His fingers dragged up their spine and he drank in their heated expression. “How long did you fantasize about this?” Law asked as he pulled them back to look them in the eyes with an arrogant smirk on his face.

“I-I don’t -- “

“Lying? Oh my, are you sure you want to be doing that now?” Law asked as his free hand wandered down to their pants. He watched as their face contorted with need and want, but Law knew he had to resist for now no matter how tempting they were to him. He let out a small sigh and reluctantly pulled away from them, he watched as their expression contorted to dismay but he knew he needed to stop, he had to remember the gravity of his situation, their situation.

“Did you think about what you were going to do once you found me?” Law decided to ask.

“It’s obvious, don’t you think? Go on your ship, er - submarine. I want to travel the world and see all the art that exists, and I also want to get to know you more,” They said before their eyes scanned over Law’s built figure, there would for sure be a lot to explore later on for sure.

“What about your shop?” Law asked them. He watched as their lips curled into a small smirk and Law nearly felt his heart stop again.

“I’ll bring it with me, I’ll travel and help other’s find their soulmates with my tattoos. Those who already needed my services here had me, I’m not needed here anymore,” they shared to the captain. There was suddenly silence as the two of them stared into each other’s eyes.

“Then come with me,” Being this impulsive wasn’t usually Law’s forte, but with an opportunity like this, he knew he had to live it to the best of his ability. He was surprised to see how they grabbed his hand without any hesitation and smiled.

“Let me lock up my shop,” They said before their adventure with Law began. All Law could recall was holding their hand, running through the dark streets and stopping here and there to fiercely kiss them in dark alleys on their way to the submarine. He remembered taking them to the submarine, dragging them to his room and the sound of clothes hitting the ground. Lips, hands, warm skin touching one another and soft sounds throughout the rest of the night. When Law woke up in the morning, his head felt empty, he was relaxed for once, he didn’t have another nightmare. That surprised him, were they the answer to his nightmares? The room seemed lighter, he was amazed with himself by how he just followed his heart like that. When he looked over to his side, he saw them sleeping next to him and he found himself softly smiling. He leaned in and kissed their shoulder and watched them stir in their sleep. This wasn’t what he had planned at all for his trip here, but he was pleasantly surprised with himself, affection always sprung up from the most unexpected places, didn’t it? Even if his tattoos didn’t age well and wrinkled into his skin when he was older, he knew that they both would age well by growing with one another, and that was enough for Law.

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Home is you - Ulquiorra Schiffer

"Hello? Hello~" (Your Name) sings shaking the pale man up from his sleep.

Opening his eyes slowly he blinked a few times looking at his surroundings. "Where am I? Why aren't I in los noches?"

"Jeez you creep! Don't go sleeping around the park like that! I know Japan is safe but I thought you were dead for a second." She says sighing in relief offering a hand.

Ulquiorra slaps her hand away and gets up realizing he wasn't in his uniform but some random t shirt and jeans.

"What have you done women?"

"Me?! I woke you up. That's what I did now, do you have someone you should be? It's getting late."

Looking around he couldn't sense any reistu, he couldn't bring his sword out or use cero. Till he remembered his fight with Ichigo. Ulquiorra remember dissolving into nothing.

"I-I don't understand." He stuttered, frustrated at the emotions he was feeling at the moment. He was lost, why was he here? Was he reborn a human? But why did he remember everything of his past life.

A salty tear slipped in his lips as he touched his face confused. "Is this the human emotion of feeling frustrated? Feeling hopeless? Powerless?"

"I'm sorry. Do you need a place to stay?" (Your Name) asks more sympathetically watching the man breakdown in front of her.

The walk to a capsule hotel was quiet, she was surprise he asked for help. "I paid for you. I hope you find your way after tonight." She tells him as he looks into nothing and says nothing before taking his leave.

(Your Name) watches his back and sighs. "Maybe he's homeless?"

Ulquiorra laid in the comfy bed lost in thoughts, what had happen to the war? To Ichigo? To Aizen?

Why did he have to be reincarnated as a weak human?

"So this is human emotions?" He says out loud looking at himself in the mirror. He examined his face, was he always this pale and fragile looking?

Pissed he hit the capsule and nothing broke.

He was weak now, weak in mind and powerless.

He didn't know how he was going to survive.

It had been a few days and (Your Name) walked around trying to find the man. She felt a attraction towards him, like she was suppose to help him. She had no luck the past few days trying to find him.

"You have to pay for that thief!" A sales man yelled shoving Ulquiorra out his store.

"I'll kill you stupid human." He says in a monotone voice and raised his finger to use cero but nothing came out.

"You need help man!" The sales man yelled walking away in disbelief as Ulquiorra stared at his finger.

(Your Name) sighed in relief and ran towards him. "Hey! It's you again. What are you doing?"

"Trying to survive." He plainly says walking away still wearing the same clothes she saw him in the day they met.

"How do you plan on surviving with no job?" She asks following him as he walked to random places and examining people. "You will help me find one."

"Me?!"

"As you can tell women I'm not like you humans."

Bewildered a bit she pinched her nose bridge and sighed. "That's what I get for helping a weirdo."

"What do I get if I help you?"

"My protection." He simply says, even though his powers were gone he still was skilled with hand to hand compact.

"Just don't do anything stupid." She says as he follows her.

It was a very interesting few months that passed by, she never understood a lot of things Ulquiorra did.

He lacked a lot of empathy and emotions. He questioned what people did and enjoyed examining strangers on the street. He didn't speak much either.

He also became her protector.

"What is this manga that people are so crazy about?" He asks her one day as they sat and ate breakfast.

"As an manga artist and author it's my job to make my books into a reality. It gives people a sense of escape of our miserable lives." She says shooing him away from her work.

"Humans are weird." He simply says watching the news as she rolled her eyes.

"You know you're a human too?" She states to him and sighs.

"I am now."

There was a silence as she looked at him. He was a bit odd at first. She had to teach how to read, write and proper manners. She never questioned him though.

"So what were you before then?"

"Espada. I was an Espada."

"Huh a what?" She asks a bit taken back and lost.

"I don't know how to be thankful." He then says changing the subject as she sits across from him.

His eyes were green and he did have weird green marks on his face. "I'm starting to believe this guy."

"It's okay. I understand." She tells him as he looks at her with no smile or anything. His face was blank, she couldn't read him.

She knew he was thankful when he learned how to pick up humanity. He would pick up food for them, clean the house and when the rare opportunity comes he would beat up any stalker fans she had.

"I don't know who you were before but I promise you I'm here to help."

It was a cold winter night as they came back from Christmas shopping and picking her up from work, Ulquiorra was holding the bags as she rambled on how work went that day.

Ulquiorra wouldn't admit it but he had grown fond of her after spending everyday together. At first he has no choice to. He had no money or no home but she provided everything for him.

He would find himself smiling softly but frown after realizing what he had done.

"How was your day?" She asks him with a smile as his eyes widen a bit.

"I read books." He answered as she nodded her head.

Ulquiorra never really left the house unless he needed to. She had to admit it was comforting coming home to someone every night.

"I bought you new ones. I hope you like that."

"I enjoy all the books you've bought me." He says looking forwards at the snowing street.

She gasp a bit as he looked a way a bit confused. "Did I say something wrong?"

"No I'm just happy. Happy your expressing your emotions more."

He didn't say anything afterwards as she entered the warm house and set the gifts under the tree.

"I'm going to get some rest." He says and leaves to his room.

Before she could ask if he ate she saw that he had food already made for her.

"He sure is a fast learner for not being human."

Ulquiorra escaped to his room and laid in bed. He really was growing emotions, the more he stayed here the more he felt every emotions.

The emotions of pain, loneliness, sadness.

Recently he didn't feel any of those he felt happy, safe, secure. Was this the human way of saying he was satisfied of his life right now.

He didn't know but he felt a comfort of having someone by him at times. Unlike los noches, he was alone and don't know how to talk to people.

(Your Name) gave him a sense of living again and he would try to fit in this world. There was no way he could change the past so he decided might as well live for the future.

It was weird for Ulquiorra to have these thoughts, it was a new thing to him.

Before he lived for nothing but killing.

"What did you do before becoming human?" She asks him one night as they watched a movie. Well she had to force him to watch it.

"Kill."

"Okay? More explanation."

"I was created to kill, that was my only purpose in life. My home had nothing but sand and a moon."

"What did you eat?"

"My people."

She wanted to not believe him but every word he said were straightforward and he never blinked once. He didn't tell lies to her. "Interesting. So what happen? Did you get eaten or die?"

"I lost in a battle and disappeared into dust and I woke up here."

"Oh. I'm sorry."

"Why are you sorry?" He asks curiously a bit taken back from her words.

"I don't know you don't seem happy here."

He blinked a few times and tried his best to smile but it didn't come along. "I am satisfied as you humans say."

She sighed in relief and sadly smiled. She never really given the thought of being somewhere new with no one and not being able to fit in.

"I realize how hard it must have been for you, when people call you strange and treat you like an outcast. It must have been hard."

Ulquiorra sits with his legs crossed and tilted his head giving it thought.

"I don't need anyone if I have you."

There was a mutual understanding between the two even though words of expression were rarely ever spoken.

"I'm really glad to have you." She answered back feeling the warmth of her cheeks turn pink.

"As I am too."

(Your Name) had gone to a late meeting with a few of her editors and seeing it was past midnight she didn't wanna wake ulquiorra up from sleep to walk her home.

She lived in a nice part of Tokyo but in a quiet area so people rarely ever walked on her road.

It was raining hard as she made cover underneath a store. Sighing she pulled her phone out and tried to speed dial Ulquiorra number before a loud rumbled hit the floor and she looked up to see a hollow.

At first she didn't wanna believe it but the thing was real and screaming walking towards her.

"(Your Name)."

"Ulquiorra- there's a, there's a monster charging towards me."

The phone line went dead as he rushed out to find her.

Running in the rain he spotted the hollow immediately. "Don't get any closer to her trash." He spoke as it roared.

Ulquiorra had lost all his powers but luckily he knew some move although none of it worked as he was easily slapped away as he hit the floor hard and he groaned.

"This human body is pathetic."

Watching the hollow grab (Your Name) he felt every emotion go through him. The pain, sadness, frustration. She was screaming as she reached out her hand to his.

He called out her name and whined in pain before blacking out.

"Ulquiorra!" She yelled to him but he didn't respond. Looking back at the hollow it open it's mouth to consume her as she shut her eyes a green light was glowing around her.

"I told you I would protect you." He says to her as she opened her eyes to see him in a white uniform and he was standing on air. STANDING ON AIR!

With one smack the hollow diminished into nothing as Ulquiorra settled her down safely on the road.

"You. You got your power back! How?"

Ulquiorra thought back about his fight and realized the same thing happen to Ichigo and he finally understood why he came back.

"Someone important to me is worth protecting." He reply's as she tears up and hugged him tightly as he gasped.

Sadly smiling to himself where no one could see him he embraced her back.

"Ulquiorra?" She asks him that same night as they sat on the roof top and he was still in gear. "Yes?"

"Does this mean you are leaving?"

He doesn't answer and looks down. He thinks back on how life was here in the human world. It was quite fun here. He didn't remember what he did back in the barren sand and dark night.

"No. Unless I have to."

She sighed in relief but still she knew he was different. "Just promise me, if you ever decide to leave... you will without telling me goodbye."

"I won't leave. I have no reason to go back." He plainly says looking up to the moon.

"You promise me? I can't imagine a life without you, the way you are eases me is comforting. Your the peace I needed in my chaotic mind."

He was lost for words, was this a human way for showing love?

"I to."

He wanted to say more. He liked her. Loved her. Even if he wouldn't admit it now, there was a warmth in him he had never felt before and the feeling of being needed was something he might have yearned for.

"I promise you, I'm only yours. Even if there's a obstacle between us there's way we can break it."

She smiled and leaned her head on his shoulder as he stiffen a bit and then relaxed.

He was home. Home wasn't a place for him but someone that accepted him for who he was.

It was you.

(Author note: idk why he's such a hard character to write for me. I know he seemed oc but I put in some thought of how he would be as a human.)

#bleach #tite kubo #bleach x reader #bleach oneshots #bleach oneshot #bleach ulquiorra #ulquiorra cifer #ulquiora schiffer #bleach imagines #bleach imagine #ulquiorra

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shenanigans-and-imagines · 3 years

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Evelyn Doyle

Basics

Full Name: Evelyn Rose Doyle

Birthday: April 22, 1984

Sexual Orientation: Heterosexual

Powers: Wielder of the Flaming Sword granting her super strength, agility and healing, the gift of Sight (the ability to see one’s true form, i.e., a human’s soul or a magic’s creatures true face), and mastery of light magic

Appearance

Ethnicity: Irish

Skin Tone: Pale with freckles

Eye Color: Dark Blue

Hair Color: Light red

Hairstyle: Long and curly, usually pulled into a braid while on a mission, but otherwise down

Makeup: Natural

Build: Curvy and stronger than she looks

Height: 5’ 6’’

Style: Light colors favoring a girl next door aesthetic

Personality

General Personality Traits: Compassionate, Loyal, Self-Sacrificing

Strengths: Empathy, Determination, Reliability

Flaws: Stubborn, Self-Doubt, Narrow Minded

Habits And Mannerisms: She often fiddles with her neckless when she’s nervous or thinking, hums to herself, hair twirler

Secrets: Lost her virginity to when she was 17 to a boy from a different school, they weren’t even dating at the time; she felt so guilty after she didn’t tell anybody for years

Regrets: Allowing herself to be controlled by so many people for most of her life

Skills/Talents: Skilled artist, she likes to sketch and paint in her spare time, talented swordsman, can read Latin and speak Irish, and has a nice clear singing voice

Likes: 60s and 70s Rock, the smell of clean laundry, clear nights full of bright stars

Dislikes: Math with anything involving letters, dirty dishes left in the sink overnight, bullies

Guilty Pleasure: Playing music over the speakers late at night and dancing in the kitchen by herself

Defining Moment: The moment she realizes wasn’t chosen by the sword to strictly uphold the will of God. She is human and as a human, she has free will. The sword may have been gifted to her by God, but it is her choices that give it meaning and purpose. The sword is hers and no demon or angel can take it from her.

Relationships

Friends: Everybody on the Waverider, but she gets on best with Amaya, Sara, and Nate

Family: Michael Doyle (younger brother), Peter Doyle (father, deceased), Rebecca Doyle (mother), Ester Kelly (grandmother, deceased)

Enemies: Legion of Doom, Demons, and basically all the other baddies the Legends face

Rivals: More of a friendly rivalry with her brother when he starts dabbling in magic

Lovers: TBA (maybe John Constantine later, jury is still out)

Relationship Status: Single

Reputation: Mom friend of any given friend group she finds herself in, which unfortunately bleeds into her romantic relationships; has a tendency to attract men who are looking for a Mom rather than a girlfriend

Miscellaneous

Current Residence: The Waverider

Collections: Hair pins from different eras and countries across the timeline; she likes the artistry

Accent: Irish

Voice: Clear and soothing

Signature Quote: “Have a little faith.”

Song: TBA

Backstory

Evelyn was born to Rebecca and Peter Doyle on the border of Northern Ireland in 1984. Her family was decidedly Catholic, and raised her that way from an early age. She was a very loving child, ready to curl up with her parents and seeking their approval, which they gladly gave.

When she was five years old, her brother Michael was born. From the second they brought him home, Evelyn understood it was her duty to be his big sister. She helped feed and change him. She helped him to walk and to talk, and did her best to look out for him. This was widely encouraged by her mother, but her father tried not to put too much pressure on her. She was still his little girl, and he wanted her to make sure she was allowed to stay that way. Unfortunately, it wouldn’t last.

In 1992, her father was killed in a bombing. He wasn’t taking part in the protest, simply walking to work.

Her mother was left devastated, going essentially catatonic for a full year after. Their grandmother, Ester, came to live with them during this time. While she did look after them, and loved them dearly, it was clear her main objective was to look after her daughter.

Evelyn took over watching after Michael. She walked with him to and from school. She made breakfast and lunch boxes. She made sure he did his homework, and picked up around the house. She had a sense that she had to cause as few problems as possible for her mother and gran, and so did just that.

When her mother became more functional, their gran moved out of the house, but stuck close by. Still, her mother was never quite the same. She was often forgetful, and Evelyn was left to pick up the rest.

Michael didn’t make it easy. While he wasn’t a bad kid, and loved her like mad, he would often get in trouble at school. More than once he picked fights with bullies or would say something in class that would get him in trouble. Evelyn always covered for him, talking to the teacher, or erasing the messages the school sent before their mom listened to them.

Michael in turn, tried his best to look after his sister, usually in the form of trying to fight boys twice his size when they made on off color joke. Or nicking some candy from the corner market when she was having a bad day.

They continued like this until she was old enough to go to college. She entered wanting to get a degree in child psychology, with the idea of becoming a school consular or family therapist. However, she never got the chance. During her second year of grad school, her gran died leaving nobody to look after her mom.

She came back home with the idea that as soon as Michael was out of college and got a job she’d go back to school and finish her degree. So, she took a job in a customer service call center and helped look after her mom in the meantime.

She ended up staying there for six years as her brother tried and failed to land a secure job. He never seemed to be able to hold down a position for more than six months and would use the time in-between to run minor cons or commit petty theft. Evelyn soon became a regular face at the police station, continuously bailing him out for small time crimes. Eventually it became too much.

One night, after getting him out for breaking and entering, she let it all out, telling him how tired she is of him expecting her to hold the bag while he gets his life together. Michael didn’t take it lying down, countering that she expected him to drop everything to look after a woman who didn’t even raise them. They kept arguing until Evelyn stormed out, needing to clear her head.

Eventually she found herself at the local church, and took a place in the back to think and pray. As she did, an old man she didn’t recognized approached her. He was dressed as a priest, and Evelyn assumed he was new in town. He then asked her what she prayed for, and she explained the argument she had with her brother, and all that had led to it. The priest nodded and asked her if she resented God for putting her through these trials. She answered with confidence that God would not present her with any trial she could not overcome.

Pleased with her answer, the priest showed her to the back and to the hilt of a sword displayed beneath the crucifix. He instructed her to take the hilt. When she did, she was hit with a vision.

In the vision, an angel pulled her soul from her body and cast it into a fire, but rather than burn it shone brighter, extinguishing the flames. The angel then returned her soul, simply stating that she was satisfactory. She woke up on the floor of the church, the hilt of the sword now possessing a perfect bright blade.

The priest explained the sword was the famed Flaming Sword used to guard the garden of Eden. He said her story led him to believe she had all the qualities required of the wielder; faith, compassion, and sacrifice. The vision she had was the final test of her true self, which she had passed. He instructed her to follow the will of the sword, and said it would lead her to where she was needed most.

Armed with this new sense of purpose, Evelyn ran home and tried her best to explain to Michael what had happened.

Michael assumed she went mad and tried to get her calm enough to go to a doctor the next morning, but Evelyn refused. That night, she packed her bags left without a word.

She spent the next six months traveling from monastery to monastery gaining knowledge and instruction on how best to use the sword and the powers that came with it.

And it is in one of these monasteries, Rip Hunter finds her and asks if she would like to join him on his mission to save the future.

#legends of tomorrow #legends of tomorrow oc #lot #lot oc #arrowverse #arrowverse oc #evelyn doyle #rip hunter #john constantine #sara lance

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drazavonia · 3 years

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Kairi’s MEMORIA FORMS

ATLA

For the majority of Avatar the Last Airbender, Aang "accessed" the Avatar State in moments of immediate and genuine danger.

The Avatar State is the pure cosmic power of Raava that greatly enhances Bending Capabilities.

However, as the reincarnation cycle went on the spirit of each Avatar became tethered to Ravaa, giving them their connection to each succeeding Avatar.

During Aang's time as the Avatar, when the Avatar State activated, the previous Avatar spirits took control of his body. They use the current host as an "Avatar" to exercise their power and control acting as a defense mechanism for the Avatar.

The best example of this would be in Book 1 Episode 8. After learning of his goal from Roku inside his chamber, Aang was about to be assaulted by a firestorm waiting outside so Aang/Roku activated the Avatar State.

Once shot with fire, the spirit of Roku blocked it and returned fire. Roku used Aang as his Avatar to protect him from mortal danger.

In Final Fantasy VII, Mako crystallizes into Materia. “The knowledge and wisdom of the Ancients is held in the materia. Anyone with this knowledge can freely use the powers of the Land and the Planet. That knowledge interacts between ourselves and the planet calling up magic... or so they say.” -Sephiroth

“Materia is crystallized Mako. Metaphysically, Materia calls upon the wisdom of the Lifestream to manipulate nature manifesting as the phenomenon of magic for most Materia, although other Materia enhance the user's abilities.”

In Final Fantasy IX, a Crystal is the progenitor of every world. An entire world’s existence begins with the crystal and its’ entire lifespan is recorded within the crystal until its’ death. This includes the individual lives and memories of all living things inhabiting said world.

**In Lightning Returns Final Fantasy XIII, after Bhunivelze is defeated, all of the souls Lightning collected and used as a sword, had traveled to “The Void” and culminated into a crystal. **Once Lightning, as the Savior, touched the crystal of souls, all of the memories of the XIII trilogy played through her mind. The original world’s history or memories were recorded and preserved in the Crystal through the rescued souls. The Progenitor Crystal then bursts heavenward, sending the souls contained within to the new world to be created.

*In Dissidia Final Fantasy NT, the warriors called upon by Materia and Spiritus left behind their memories in a crystal by touching it. Spiritus was able to give shape to these memories in the forms of the characters. In cutscenes that take place after their creation, these “doppelgangers” act no different from their true counterparts. They also talk about themselves and the events of their games as if they were participants. In other words, these memories were all that was necessary for creating completely new replicas of the main protagonists, minus a heart/soul. After Spiritus gave these “vessels” containing previous memories form, Materia gave them souls in order for them to “exist”.

KH MOM

This theory may only make sense for now if Nomura is using similar thematics and lore of the crystals from Final Fantasy.

In KH3R, it was revealed Xehanort had crystallized Kairi’s heart in a similar fashion to Serah in XIII. When Sora gathered all seven of Kairi’s crystal heart fragments, to assemble them, all of the guardians were needed. Using their keyblades, the hearts of the guardians transferred their light to each of the heart pieces, forging Kairi’s heart anew.

I think this may be the equivalent of the guardians touching Kairi’s crystallized heart, and immortalizing themselves as a part of Kairi’s heart.This includes the memories and experiences of their entire lives.

Sokai’s joint situation command is called One Heart. The name implies Sora and Kairi’s hearts are intertwining to become two halves of a whole or literally becoming one heart that they share when they are together, like melding.

The wings and feathers of One Heart consist of memories. The memories that are the main focus of the attack are those consisting of Sora and Kairi. However, 13th Vessel found that within the code of ReMind, the wings consisted of memories and experiences from the other guardians who helped put Kairi back together.

This would explain how Melody of Memory could take place from Kairi’s perspective, from within her heart. Kairi traversed her heart to find a clue about Sora and that heart contained the memories of all the Guardians of Light.

When Kairi got to the end, her final heart fragment took the form of Xehanort as a response to Kairi’s desire for information. When Xehanort overwhelms Kairi, he initiates the final blow only for the Kingdom Key to appear in Kairi’s hand followed by her transforming into Sora.

I don't believe this to be the heart of Sora, because right after that scene Xehanort states, “Your voice can’t reach us here. Now I’m certain of where your heart is.” And it was essentially confirmed by the end.

The figments that appeared within Kairi’s dream were, The Memory of Sora and Xehanort.

Similar to how Aang was the Avatar for Roku’s spirit to come through and protect him in episode 8 of Book 1, Kairi became the Avatar for Sora memories to come through and protect her in the Final World.

Kairi is a princess of heart, being one of the only seven remaining hearts consisting of pure light. This is a lot like Raava, the spirit of pure light and all good in the world.

Artist: GeorgePg

In KH3 it was even confirmed that the pure lights of the princesses can be passed on to new pure hearts, just like the Avatar reincarnation cycle.

KAIRI’S AVATAR STATE

Aang couldn’t go into the Avatar State willingly, each time the previous incarnations of the Avatar would take over Aang’s body when the Avatar State activated in response to whatever mortal danger Aang was currently in.

Aang eventually opened his seven chakras, proceeding to let go of his romantic feelings for Katara, allowing him to enter the Avatar State by will (only once before Azula killed him). Aang gained control of the Avatar State by the end of the series, and revealed he could enter or exit at his behest.

Kairi’s memories of Sora manifested as his Keyblade first, then her form changed to Sora.

So, here are some of the ways this new Memoria power could be shown:

Projections

All of the abilities Riku gained while traversing the sleeping worlds were still his to use. Sora and Riku were able to use the Dualism Blade from the sleeping worlds as well.

Kairi’s princess powers pretty much break a lot of the conventional rules concerning darkness. She was able to restore Sora’s true form as well as project her light from within the Heartless Storm to guide him through.

This makes me think that she can either project her memory powers the same way keyblades are simply materialized, as formchanges or as links from KH3.

Essentially form changes for Kairi. However I would compare the way these could possibly work to Drive Forms.

Kairi’s usd Sora’s fighting stance as a base for developing her own fighting style.

From the fights we’ve seen her against with Xemnas and Xehanort, Kairi is a very close quarters fighter. Much like Terra, melee is her main focus, but unlike Terra if you pay close attention to her, she kinda just attempts to wail on her enemies, forgoing a lot of defensive maneuvers. Kairi doesn't have a refined fighting style.

Through training with Aqua, I’m sure she’ll be able to iron out her base combat, but if she does go on a world tour, similar to the Dark Road Mark of Mastery Exam, she would have to gain new skills and use them repeatedly on her journey to refine them. (Like us, the player.)

In MoM, Sora’s Kingdom Key materialized first. This could mean that like Xion originally, Kairi can either produce copies of the guardians’ keyblades or she can transmute keychains out of them. Either way aside from maybe enhancement abilities or shotlocks, they’re essentially just basic keyblades for her. No transformations or forms from the keyblades themselves.

Memory Links

The new Memory Links could start as Rage Form* situation commands. When her HP dips into red, she can call upon the memories of the guardians to take over for her. This would unfortunately mean that we’re not necessarily playing as Kairi, but all of the other guardians.

Alternatively, they could mechanically work as Links/D-Links. Kairi channels these memories, summoning them as the guardians to aid her in combat.

As she grows into her own, instead of having to rely on the guardians to bail her out of trouble, just like Aang she can learn to gain control of these Memory Links to use as she wants. Kairi could gain experience in the different fighting styles of the guardians, kind of like the bending forms (preferably cutscenes, but I couldn't see them taking it that far).

MEMORIA FORMS

Artist: GeorgePg

The Memoria Forms would be the final evolution of her memory powers. Instead of summoning the guardians to fight by her side or take her over completely, Kairi could weave the Memories of the Guardians into form changes or drive form like power-ups blended with her light powers.

M-Form (Sora): Second/Limit Form

M-Form (Riku): Dark Form

M-Form (Aqua): Spellweaver/Water based form

M-Form (Ventus): Wingblade/Wind based form

M-Form (Terra): Rockbreaker/Earth based form

M-Form (Axel): Firestorm/Blaze based form

M-Form (Roxas): Dual Wielding(I'd imagine having a heart that literally cannot be defeated darkness would make it capable of wielding two keyblades. The Duel Attack Reaction Command/Generates OKP & OBV keyblade projections.

M-Form (Xion): HOLY?

M-Form (Mickey)?: ULTIMA?

SYMPHONIA FORM

Artist: GeorgePg

Essentially, The Final Form equivalent for Kairi. I stated the concept in another theory, but it would be the Namine Fusion Concept from Dead Fantasy.

If Kairi can use or project the keyblades of the guardians, then perhaps by the end of her training, she can materialize all of them at the same time.

There’s also The Nameless Star and the power/memory she could pass on to Kairi if she chose to reside in her heart.

It’s entirely possible that this power is limited to her dreams. It’s also possible that this could’ve been a one time thing with no further significance. But apparently none of that stopped me from putting way too much thought into this theory.

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