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evilminji · 3 months

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You Know How There Are Those AU? Where SUPER Injured Ghosts Need To Retreat To Their Core?

No one seems to be USING that to its fullest potential! For SHENANIGANS! Because! Who?? Could POSSIBLY carry a Halfa's Core safely... but another Halfa?! A FULL ghost would KILL them. A human would be killed! What terribly precarious peril we find ourselves in! Oh nooooooo!

Well, no worry!

As much as Dani fuckin HATES this. That there is her brother. Her Template. Her Clone Daddy and Bestest of Bros. Like HECK she's gonna let him suffer for centuries and possibly DIE. She can take it, Doc! Pop him in! We'll go road tripping and-

What do you MEAN "No"?

Unstable??! Of course she's unstable! But the-.... Oh.

Turns OUT? Dani? Can hitch a ride in DANNY for Emergency Medical Aid... but NOT the other way around. Her body is too loosely held together. He would parasiticly consume her from within. Instead of feeding off her Ecto System like injured ghosts are supposed too, because she's a CLONE? AND an unstable one at that? His Core would just... see her body as free ectoplasm. All of it.

He'd eat her.

Which mean Frostbite can not and WILL NOT allow that.

But he's HURT! That big, off screen, cataclysmic Fight To Save Everybody From *cough cough mumbles* and settle us all in the DC universe, REALLY messed him up! What are we supposed to DO!? He can't STAY like this!!!

Enter-> My FAVORITE DCxDP Trash Ship! Vlad&Lex!!! *horrified screaming from the crowds, someone shouts "oh god, no! Please!"* Ha! There are no gods here, silly billys! Only two terrible, terrible HIGHLY Dramatic, self serving, incredibly damaged, gay peacocks. In Business Suits that cost more then your house is worth.

They're AWFUL~♡

And! Vlad was sent ahead to lay the ground work. Insure there would be no GIWs. Also because no one could stand him and his EXTENSIVE criminal record. But that's besides the point.

But!

You know what he found? A Business Nemesis. Who he routinely dates and/or Dramatically Hate Fu-*coughs* I mean, attempts a Corporate Take Over(tm) off. You know how it is. Business. He ALSO gets to make it no secret he's a "Meta", thanks to the INCOMPETENCE of one Jack Fenton, because that- *seething rant*

Yet? Dispite his STILL burning hatred for Jack? And his finally letting go of Maddie? You know what he STILL wants?

For Danny to be his Son.

*Gets a call from Frostbite*

...............soooooo........ what you're SAYING is..... I can be pregnant with Daniel.

You, Frostbite, need ME, Vladimir Masters, THE ONLY OTHER HALFA, to carry Daniel around inside my body, in what to all appearances resembles a pregnancy, in order to heal him. Because I am an Older And Stronger Halfa Upon Which He Relies.

*instantly begins plotting*

Just? Imagine. Vlad is a FUCKIN LIAR. No one but him would even KNOW what was going on! He just? Rocks up one day, like? *falsely demure* "oh I couldn't POSSIBLY has any scotch, Lex! >:) I'm eating for Two~☆" and just? Deals the MAXIMUM amount of psychic damage he can.

Probably says it at their weekly, public, Veiled Threats Brunch.

It makes front page news. Luthor choked on his eggs. The paparazzi lost their SHIT. Vlad is doing the FULL Celebrity Mom Thing. The classes. The photo shoots. The Gucci sunglasses as he peruses high end strollers. All while HEAVILY suggesting that not only is "The Baby" Lex's.... but that he's going to withhold the child and deny Lex any access.

Danny isn't even aware. He's in a lovely lil medical coma. Dani is trying to find a good spot to plop down Amity. She just know Vlad is being... Vlad. Meh. He can handle it. Dan? He's not even IN the human realm and is not sure he wants to be.

But over in the LEAGUE? Everything's on fuckin FIRE.

Kon is losing his SHIT and Clark is thousand yard staring into the void. Kon's half brother is in the hands of a... Less Then Ideal... Meta that Batman is PRETTY sure is highly suspect. Might be a deliberate weapons experiment. Certainly is a hostage. And the DRAMA.

Lex has never been worse.

He might actually stab his...partner? Vlad. At the hospital. The SECOND the child is born. There are already long term kidnapping plans in the making. He's hiring lawyers. Getting VICIOUS. There have been talks with DEATHSTROKE. By BOTH OF THEM.

Clark wants to cry.

@hypewinter @ailithnight @nerdpoe @hdgnj @the-witchhunter @mutable-manifestation @babbling-babull

#dpxdc #dp x dc #dc x dp #dcxdp #dc x dp prompt #Vlad With A Baby AU #Peacock War AU

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seat-safety-switch · 7 months

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"Hold on there, pardner. This here's a cognition hazard." said the holographic cowboy in the corner of my vision. He then took a series of poses that the designer must have thought looked heroic and protective, before flickering back to his original position and repeating the process. My artificial ranch-hand was not incorrect: the thing I was attempting to do would cause me unpredictable amounts of psychic damage, likely impacting my relationships with those around me and even my mental state at rest. Even so, I pushed the button and waited.

Software development used to be a sort of reckless task, undergone without care. Decades ago, hundreds of folks would cram themselves into a single building and then work hard on their computers to develop computer programs. Originally, these programs performed useful but difficult tasks, speeding them up dramatically for the varied needs of government and industry. At first, life improved. And then, as with every prior machine in human history, we looked for harder jobs for it to do.

A funny thing happens when a computer program gets longer than about a page of typewritten code. You have to hold a lot of it in your head. The best programmers could commit an entire system to memory, gliding through it like barracuda through a disreputable motel's swimming pool. We didn't know then how much trauma it caused. The doctors had no idea what was happening with all those isolated burnouts freaking out, moving into the woods, and hunting men for sport.

Watching the old newsreels now, seeing the 20th-century equivalent of coal miners delving willingly into fold-out charts of MFC inheritance diagrams, it's a little hard to stomach. It only took about twenty years of continued exposure to this kind of thing before the human mind rebelled, the manmade logical constructs providing a kind of sharp edge that ripped through sanity like a hot wire. Thing is, it still had to be done, and the folks who did it seemed to enjoy it up until The Void caught up to them too. So the government did what the government does best, and compromise. We'd all have warnings that what we were doing was insanely dangerous and life-shortening, and our employers would keep demanding that we heap more complexity atop ever-increasing mountains of irreducible cruft.

A good deal for all involved, especially the folks who got the contract to make the warning holograms about fifteen years ago. They must have loved their jobs, putting the little cowboy hats on them. You can tell in all the little complex details of his haunted face, begging me to turn back from my route to oblivion. One day I'd like to make something cool like that.

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merrinla · 7 months

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Halsin's Sorrow from early access

The old datamine looks like an alternate universe. I find some parts of it much interesting than in the full release. The part of Isobel's death, when Halsin killed her in self defense, after she attacked him for unknown reasons. Then Ketheric unleashed the shadow curse. These events were mentioned in Halsin's diary. And it's really emotional.

---------- [This is an ancient notebook, whose ink is faded and pages are starting to crumble. It's not easy, but some words can still be made out.]

How do you describe events like these? An accident? A tragedy? The cruelty of fate?

It does not matter. Isobel is just as dead.

I can't remember what happened with any clarity. We were negotiating. She with [...] I led the druids. [...] words grew heated [...] threw the first punch. It was mayhem.

[...] stared at me, my glaive's blade buried in her stomach and shock in her eyes. I can't believe she wanted to hurt me. It was pure instinct - the heat of combat.

[...] washed the blood from my hands. My glaive was still there, coated in her blood, but something else felt different. There's a sickness in the blade. It seems cursed, but by whom? Selûne herself?

It is locked away now. I do not trust its power in the wrong hands. And I never want to see it again. ---------- In Ketheric, I see my errors made manifest. He did not fall - he was pushed. His grief was twisted by shadow, but none could deny my hand gave that grief shape. ----------

He gave the glaive the symbolic name Sorrow. And in the description it caused psychic damage to the one who used it. ---------- A heavy, cold energy clings to the glaive like the blood rusted to its blade. It fills your very being with regret

The wielder takes 1 Psychic damage whenever they deal damage using this blade. ----------

Halsin saw Ketheric not as an enemy, but as a victim of circumstances. After all, he knew what it was like to lose family (in theory). And he obviously blamed himself that his actions provoked such a chain of tragic events. Even if it wasn't intentional. But he also understood that Ketheric needed to be stopped and put an end to the curse. That was his motivation to join you.

So earlier he was more intertwined with the main plot of Act 2. And I can only imagine what emotional interactions this trio could get. How would Halsin react to seeing Isobel resurrected? What would Ketheric say to the person who took his daughter's life? And what would Halsin answer him?

In the release version if you kill Isobel, then during the audience you will have an interesting conversation with Ketheric. He will tell you the story of his family so that you understand what it cost him. Maybe this is a rewritten dialogue of the previous plot.

Isobel also has cut content. Оriginally more scenes were planned with her. For example, in one of them she sang.

Anyway, although this is no longer canon, I hope someday the developers will reveal new surprising details about what was left behind the scenes.

#baldur's gate 3 #bg3 #baldur's gate 3 spoilers #bg3 spoilers #halsin #ketheric thorm #isobel thorm #bg3 early access #bg3 datamine

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flightyquinn · 29 days

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thinking about how cursed objects work in most fantasy RPGs.

typically, they wind up just kind of being a big middle finger from the game master - a kind of "whelp, you should have been more paranoid, so now you get hosed" sort of deal. which includes the somewhat game-y trope of objects that you can't get rid of. it's kind of an un-fun mechanic, when you think about it, which is why in most games I've been a part of cursed items often don't see much play, unless it's as a "punishment", or part of a story arc.

...which naturally leads me to think about how to do it better. in the past, I've tried using a curse as a kind of limiter. restrictions or drawbacks to a mostly functional item that is still worth using despite being "cursed". that's good, but it doesn't let you draw on truly nasty curses, because the item needs to be worth using, but also still needs to be balanced.

so, I'm drawing from a lot of sources here, like the cursed shield in Final Fantasy VI, and especially the comics by @foldingfittedsheets, where curses exist to (literally) teach the recipient a lesson

MEAT OF THE POST STARTS HERE:

what about cursed items that have a way to overcome their curse?

it's actually a fairly common trope in classical literature / fairy tales. every curse has a way to be broken. yet in D&D and Pathfinder, most often the only way to break a curse is to find someone with the specific curse-breaking spell.

so, give each cursed item a condition. perhaps a weapon that fuels a person's rage and causes them to fly into a blind rage in battle waits for them to sincerely forgive a hated enemy. perhaps boots that slow the wearer are actually making them heavy with the weight of past transgressions and a sufficient act of atonement will free them. maybe the perpetually bloody doll that gives its bearer horrible nightmares simply waits for someone to be motivated to action by them, either to right some past wrong, or generally bring a certain number of murderers to proper justice.

...maybe a Bag of Devouring. which is technically actually a creature, not a cursed item (but usually classified with them), can be befriended by figuring out a treat it likes, and will not only carry things for the player if fed and cared for, but even cough up a few things that previous bearers had stuffed inside.

the specifics aren't too important, but the idea is that any item with a curse on it has a reason for that curse, and a way to break it. the players can drop the item at any time, sell it off, give it to someone they hate, whatever, but if they put in the time and energy to actually breaking the curse, it becomes better than it was before, sometimes simply losing a drawback, or sometimes gaining new powers.

for an example, let's look at how that doll idea from earlier could work in D&D 5e;

while the party has the doll in their possession, they will all be afflicted by horrible nightmares, seeing themselves as children being attacked by a group of eight bandits with indistinct features. the details of the dreams change each night, and the players awaken before learning their ultimate fate, but the general gist is always that they are completely helpless, and subjected to harm.

after a long rest, have them roll a Wisdom or Charisma save (challenging DC, but not too difficult), or take a small amount of psychic damage.

if the players bring murderers to justice - meaning deliver them to the proper authorities and see them punished for their crimes - the content of the dreams starts to change. one bandit gets caught or killed by the end of the dream for each real world criminal successfully punished, possibly hinting to the players what they need to do. once eight murderers in total have had their sentences enacted, the next morning the doll will be in pristine condition with a serene expression, emitting a faint glow. thereafter, any player may attune to the doll to gain the ability to cast the Guidance cantrip without components (as thought the doll's ability to project what it wants the players to do into their mind was turned to their benefit.

#tabletop gaming #tabletop roleplaying #roleplaying games #dungeons & dragons #pathfinder #game master advice #homebrew #my ideas #curses #cursed items #long post

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characterlimit · 8 months

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aha, I see you’ve gone for the “Just Checking You Got the Below” offensive. Little premature I’m afraid, as my Inbox modifier is still at a disadvantage for another turn, after using five of my Annual Leave slots. This allows me to counter with “Still Playing Catchup” which nullifies all status effects and deals 1d6 psychic damage in return

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simplydnp · 23 days

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idk why this matters to me but in the last few months they've been acknowledging so many things I never ever thought they would. pinof and the touching. the phude multiple times. dapc slime (ok they had merch to sell for that one but still)

no but actually. phil literally said 'i thought we weren't acknowledging it' about the phude and now they just bring it up all the time.

pinof reacts... i still can't believe we're in a post pinof-reacts universe. how did that happen. i was changed permanently--like something shuffled in my dna when i got the notif for pinof reacts 1. this is not a physical reaction but a chemical one that cannot be undone. for something that was so... sacred. and integral. to their existence and history. pinof wasn't generally talked about unless it was pinof time. and even then it was 'it'll be up soon' or 'we just posted it' and then Never talked about outside of that. especially not the first one! we freak out about the We Know You Know in the newsletter but it's Always been like that with pinof 1. so to see them--new (& natural 🥺) hair for them both, in a house they bought and built together, in the first few months of giving the gaming channel a second chance--reflect on how it all began? absolutely devastating. and to lean into moments and discuss them in new ways. in territory previously not breached! the 'they're toUching'?!?!? the '11 hour fuck session'!?!? the '£9000 champagne'?!?!? like hey we're not supposed to talk about that, dan and phil might see!! shhh!! but they're the ones saying it!! absolutely wild.

in a way, it had to happen. especially with where we're at now (them literally selling merch of them holding hands). in order for them to move beyond that... mindset? i guess? that a lot of fans had, they had to defang it. i really see it as one of the biggest walls they've broken down in the way they communicate with us. the 'hey. it's okay. we've seen it. it's not a big deal. we will absolutely make fun of you for it though. but we're good.'

i'm just really curious whose idea it was. (lbr it was probably phil given dans not a react kinda guy. but i'd be lying if i said i didn't want to be in the room where it happened when they talked about actually doing it or not, and what it would mean) (big ad revenue thats for sure 🤣 get it kings)

i will never be able to get phil's 'they touched' out of my head and at this point i wouldn't want to. it's absolutely earned. and i guess it makes me a masochist to enjoy the psychic damage it inflicts on me, but such is life i suppose.

the crafts mention really surprised me! i had contemplated a few different scenarios in how they'd go about it, and i'll be honest i feel like they could've committed to the bit a little more but they're forgiven. like what about glitchy interstitials! cuts to the merch website. found footage inserted between sections! i recognize they don't want to 'scare' their usual audience wirh sudden cuts to intense/graphic content but my immersionnn. absolutely shattered by 'oh we have new merch now btw'. cmon boys you love to lie to us. say theres merch up but you dont know where it came from. just that we should buy it 👀 or idk, something clever. and i recognize i may sound like a spoilt brat bc i just got a 14 minute long masterpiece of an unexpected dapc revival, but my immersion. i mean i already bought the merch before they shilled it anyways so it didn't influence me regardless 🤣

ultimately we really are in a new era. even beyond just the revival. i think they're really finding their stride--not only in their content (evidenced by a semi-regular schedule) but also creatively, in doing what they want to do, how they want to do it, and truly not giving that much of a fuck anymore. and i'm really happy for them. phil talked a bit about this in his 'rating my icons' video, where he's kind of decided he doesn't care what people on twitter think, and how it's been good for him, and i think we're seeing that reflected in not only his content, but also the gaming channel. they play what they want. they say what they want. and it's just fun. dan going on the record to say he's really enjoying it makes me so happy to hear, because literally december 2022 he believed he'd disappear after WAD. and now, instead, he gets to play games and make stupid jokes and smile and laugh multiple times a week, and he's really happy about it. he gets to be silly and goofy and crude without having to Stress about it. i keep saying it but they're so settled now. and as someone who's followed them through big changes and turbulent times, getting to see them happy after everything... it brings a lot of hope. and i know theyre millionaires. but there's something to looking at someone you fell in love with 15 years ago the same then as you do now. but instead of it being something scary, something you have to hide, something that feels like it can consume you and everything you have--it gets to be something beautiful. and regular. and embraced. you've read this far you get to listen to me wax poetic about them.

we've been thoroughly boiled and maybe, just maybe, it's warming our hearts too.

#thank u for sending this. ive been writing non-stop since it arrived in my inbox #there is nothing i love more than someone pointing me in a direction and saying alright go for it!#i am always only a few moments away from a dnp breakdown and im glad to share this journey with you all #dnp #dan and phil #c.text #answered #phan #<- for the fandometrics #edited tags: holyshit this is a 1k words w/ my tags. jfc. what is Wrong with me. it took less than an hour but idk when u sent it exactly

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genericpuff · 4 months

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This is stupid, but you know those new LO hoodies the Webtoon shop has? I know the font they're using. It's Eckmannpsych which is an Adobe font.

That's not the stupid part though. The dumb part is the capital H and G in the Eckmannpsych font do not match what is on the hoodies, which would obviously be on the hoodies that have Hera or Goddess on them. So, Rachel looks to have taken the time to hand draw her own H and G to match the font style for those hoodies but did not take any time to make new, better art for the merch, but instead reused ugly panels from the comic. Talk about a strange look into her priorities. She doesn't like how the G and H look on a font? She will remake those to fit what she wants. Rachel when the assignment gives her the chance to make specialized, better designs for those same merch? She can't be bothered to even try. WTF!

for the love of god-

I'm assuming and hoping they had the commercial rights to that font LMAOO But it did kind of make me go 🤨 because while I didn't know the font EXACTLY off the top of my head it still felt... weirdly out of place for something like LO? Why are these hoodies being stylized like they're from Austin Powers LOL

On another note tho, the LO merch is just like... disappointing in how bad it is for what's supposed to be WT's #1 series, which is, btw, a series with so much unique stylization that it shouldn't even be this hard to make merch for it! it just feels very "first attempt at redbubble merch", but unlike genuine first attempts at making merch (which is obviously a learning curve that I wouldn't judge anyone for being new to) this is a company that's sunk shitloads of money into LO so I don't know why they can't get better merch made?? so much of it is just the default drawings taken and slapped onto a tote bag or t-shirt, which like, yeah cool fine you're using art that's recognizable and considering the art is already made, it stands to reason that they should use it for more than just the comic. It's just disappointing to see how lazy it often is and how little effort is put into translating it onto a t-shirt/tote bag/etc. like we can't even have ONE exclusive t-shirt with a unique design that isn't just poorly copy pasted from the comic?

Case in point, those t-shirts that Rachel was advertising a while ago that were actually straight up falsely advertised. I can't find the post about it on my Tumblr (I'm pretty sure I talked about it here) so here's the IG story rundown I did on it ages ago:

Again I'd really like to have benefit of the doubt here that Rachel isn't the one making these designs, usually that's not how the merchandising process goes in these types of deals, so I'm not gonna point the finger at her. But it's just so odd to me that it happened in the first place. And this goes for a lot of LO's merch, so much of it feels cheaply made and rushed off a conveyor belt for the point of making money without much expense. Which yeah, that's a business model for sure, the goal is to profit, but like this?

You can't even argue that it's like people criticizing LO the comic because like, as much as I'll justify what I spend my time doing here in my free time, it's true that at the end of the day I don't have to pay for LO, so really the only thing I'm doing is inflicting psychic damage to myself, it's not like my actual money is on the line LMAO That's why I stopped paying for LO ages ago and only do it when I have a specific episode I need to review (such as the midseason hiatus review series I did). At the very least, if I really want to keep reading LO but don't want to pay for it, I can just avoid FastPassing it and read it for free so I can save the coins for other series I'd rather read. The Webtoons' FP system is very fair that way.

But this is merch explicitly made to generate revenue. It is a product, front to back. You can vote with your money by not buying the thing you don't like, absolutely, but the fact that it's this poorly to begin with is just so indicative of Webtoons' business practices and so shitty for the people who genuinely enjoy this comic and are being advertised and sold shoddy merchandise that doesn't even come looking the same way it's advertised. It's really not a good look for Webtoons, Rachel, or LO that this is what they're selling to people.

Especially for what they're charging, good lord-

Like, okay, they're hoodies and they're gonna be expensive to print and ship so the higher overhead cost makes sense, but jesus christ, with the kind of merch Webtoons has already given the stamp of approval on, would it even show up in decent condition? How bright are those colors gonna be? Are they gonna strip off as soon as I throw it in the wash? I'm half-tempted to buy a hoodie for myself just to do a review on it but I can't justify dropping $75 CAD on a hoodie that only has art on the back. Maybe it's just me living in the hellish lands of Canada where we play with toy money that's the problem, but it's just not a gamble I wanna take LOL If I bought one it would probably be the Hecate or Hermes ones because they're the only ones that are at least somewhat legible and have decent character art that isn't a character looking like they need to poop LMAO

(these are literally the two worst drawings they could have chosen of these two i stg lol the only thing that would have made this worse/funnier is if it was Handsome Hades and Persephone Kidnapping a Baby LMAO)

It has me worried about what the LO figures are gonna look like when they release. Are they gonna have some creative liberty with making them chibi-fied (like a Nendoroid?) or are they gonna try and replicate the art style exactly and wind up making literal blow-up sex doll Persephone? 😭

NGL, if the figures are done well enough and don't cost an arm and a leg, I might consider buying one just for the shelf collection, but again, it depends. If Webtoons released a tarot deck with really good panels from LO (like the Tower 4 scene or Persephone sitting on the rooftop with her comb or Eros flying down into the Mortal Realm) I would buy the shit out of that. I would even just take the Major Arcana if 78 cards was too much to ask :'0 I'm not against Webtoons/Rachel trying to profit off LO merch at all, I just wish it was BETTER- (╥﹏╥)

#lore olympus critical #lo critical #anti lore olympus #ask me anything #ama #anon ama #anon ask me anything

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slptkns · 1 year

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Predicament

[Aether/AFAB!Reader/Dewdrop]

Summary: After several instances of being oblivious, you are faced with the fact that Aether and Dewdrop like you. Both of them happen to be going through their rut at the same time, giving you the perfect opportunity to help help them.

Warnings: OH BOY 18+!!! MINORS DO NOT INTERACT. Oral (f! and m! receiving!), PiV sex, unprotected sex, cream pie, threesome, not so friendly ghoul banter (they love each other i promise), horribly translated italian probably (please let me know if i forgot one, I'm forgetful and do not mind fixing it!!)

Word Count: 4.8k

A/N: I love all the nameless ghouls, so i'll be writing more! This is my first fic for Aether and/or Dewdrop, so please go a lil easy on me thanks! This started out as something silly and became something way more than I imagiened.

You were sitting in the Ghouls’ den, snacking on some fruit Copia had gotten for you. You were sprawled across the loveseat, and noticed Aether and Dewdrop staring at you. You looked at them and tossed a grape in your mouth.

“Would you like some, Aether?” You asked him first, as he was closest.

“Why not.”

You leaned over and put out the bowl of fruit towards him. He picked out a raspberry and plopped it in his mouth. You smiled widely at him and looked at Dewdrop. You sweetly asked if he would like some as well.

“No thank you.”

And it was in that moment, you decided you were going to fuck with him. You pouted at him and pulled the bowl back towards you. You huffed and looked at him through your lashes, angrily. “Is it not good enough for you?”

“I said ‘no thank you’-” Dewdrop was confused, and you immediately interrupted him. “It’s healthy for you!” “I’m being polite!” He snapped at you. And when you frowned at him, he sighed. “Fine. Give me a fucking strawberry.”

Your frown dropped and you stood up, giving him a deadpan look. You walked past Aether and over to Dewdrop. You grabbed a strawberry from the bowl and Dewdrop extended his hand towards you. You, while still showing no emotions, stuck the strawberry in your mouth. You harshly sucked on it, and then pulled it from your mouth. The ‘pop’ echoed throughout the room.

“Here ya go.” You gave him a shit eating grin.

There was a heavy silence, Aether and Dewdrop both watching you. Aether looked from you, and then to Dew, seemingly knowing what he was about to do. Dew snatched the strawberry from your hand and threw the whole thing in his mouth. He looked up at you from his seat and you watched in horror as he swallowed the strawberry you had just sucked on.

Aether let out the loudest laugh you had ever heard when you turned to him with nothing but pure terror in your eyes.

“That strawberry was actually better than a regular one, cara. Grazie.”

“I don’t know why you expected something different!” Aether was almost doubled over at the look on your face.

“I- I just-”

Aether calmed himself and gave you a soft look. But, you could tell whatever was about to come out of his mouth was going to deal psychic damage to you. “Can I try one like that?”

You inhaled sharply and looked around for a way out. “I think I just heard the Cardinal calling,” You began to make your way towards the exit of the ghouls’ den. “I’ll, uh, see you later.”

A few days later, you were caught up with Dewdrop and Aether again. It was slightly more normal. Until it wasn’t.

You were goofing off with them, messing around after one of the rituals. You were back in the ghouls' den, and had been hanging out with all of the ghouls after their celebration. You were slightly tipsy and having the time of your life.

You hiccuped and let out a little laugh. Dewdrop’s head snapped towards you, and he asked if you were alright.

“Yeah, why?”

“I thought you gagged.”

“Oh no,” You shook your head, and smiled, “I don’t even think I have a gag reflex.”

Everyone stopped and turned towards you. You were too tipsy to even care that they were staring. You furrowed your brows and, unknown to you, Aether and Dewdrop tensed. You may have missed it, but the other ghouls did not.

“What do you mean ‘you think’?” Swiss questioned you, “Isn’t that something you’re supposed to just know?”

You shrugged. “Haven’t had to gag in a while, it’s like… way back there though.”

The ghouls were losing their minds. Swiss crouched towards you, extended two fingers, and outstretched his arm, laughing. “I can test it for you.”

When you responded with an ‘okay’ and an open mouth, Swiss wasn’t sure how to respond. Dewdrop and Aether sure did know how though. Aether pulled you away from Swiss and Dewdrop inserted himself between you and the other ghoul. You let out a giggle and fell back into Aether’s arms.

“I think it’s time you retire to bed, cara,” Aether looked at Swiss with an anger you did not register. Swiss gasped and plopped back down on his ass.

“Why, we’re having fun! I wanted to play games! I mean, I thought we were still celebrating.”

“We can play them next time.” Dewdrop’s eyes did not leave Swiss. “There will be plenty more times to celebrate.”

When you did register that you were still in Aether’s arms, you were sure they could hear your heart begin to race. You almost sobered, almost. You tried to stand and Dewdrop helped you up.

“Maybe I do need to rest.”

And with that, you left, headed back to your room.

The next day, you woke up remembering the night before. You lied in bed and groaned. You sat up and scratched your head, wondering why the fuck you were going to let Swiss gag you. You ignored that and got up, getting ready for the day.

You walked towards Copia’s room and once you reached it you knocked on the doorframe. He sat there playing his game and once your knock resonated through the room he looked over and paused it. He waved you in and you obliged. He motioned for you to sit down and he immediately grew uncomfortable.

“Um,” He rubbed his hands down his clothed thighs and you furrowed your brows at him, “I wanted to warn you.” Then he paused.

“Copia?” You cocked your head, “You can’t say that then stop talking! What’s wrong?”

“A few of the ghouls, uh,” he couldn’t look you in the eyes, “they are going through it-”

“Can I help? Which ones-”

“No, I don’t think you should. They are in their ruts right now, it may be dangerous for you.” You wanted to intervene and reassure him they wouldn’t harm you, but Copia seemed to understand you were about to say that. “I know they would never intentionally hurt you, but this is for everyone’s good, amore.”

You quickly remembered what a rut was and began to ask a question. You were stopped.

“Please do not ask me any more questions about it.” Copia was uneasy, “Now, if you don’t mind, there is cleaning that could be done-”

“Yes, sir,” You got up and excused yourself from his room. You were going to find out more about this from someone else.

Your mind was reeling. You had been cleaning here and there, while also keeping an eye out for someone, anyone you could ask about the ‘ruts’. You had seen Sister Imperator first, but decided that approaching her about it was a horrible idea, so you gave her a gentle smile when she spotted you and kept going on about your business.

Then, your eyes hit Swiss. He was out and about, so he was definitely not being affected by a rut. You approached him with an awkward smile and the memories of his fingers coming for your mouth resurfaced. He gave you his toothy grin when he saw you and noticed you wanted to talk so he began to make his way towards you.

“Swiss,” Your paused, lips slightly parting, then closing again. You decided to get right into it. “What’s a rut, and who’s going through it right now?”

Swiss grinned wider, if possible, and seemed absolutely ready to have this talk with you. “I’m not sure where you heard that, but I’m assuming you aren’t allowed in the den right now, are you?” When you shook your head Swiss let out a guttural laugh, “Ghouls, we have heats or ruts. Aether and Dewdrop are going through their ruts right now.”

“I’m assuming that means, they’re just extra horny? Why can’t I go in there? I like hanging out with all of you-”

Swiss laughed louder, cutting you off. “They’re not just horny, cara (Y/N), they’re looking for a mate. They will do anything and everything to get one, and it wouldn’t be very pretty if they started fighting over a human. Especially one they both adore.”

“They adore me?”

Swiss grabs your shoulder, “You’re so funny!” His grip tightened a little bit, “Oh, you’re being serious… I thought it was obvious with how they acted- You want to go in there don’t you…?”

You gave him a small smile and nodded.

“Well, you’re lucky you found me first. I’m already fucking tired of them moaning and wailing out for you. And no one else is in the den right now, should be easy getting in.”

You nodded and began to follow him down the hall towards their den. You weren’t sure how much you believed the ‘wailing’ thing at first. Swiss did seem annoyed, but it had only been overnight their ruts really hit, how long could they have been wailing for anyway?

When you reached the door of the den, Swiss fished for a key to unlock it. He looked back at you and his eyes peered at you through his mask, “Are you sure? No turning back once you’re in there. You’ll be locked in.”

You bit the inside of your lip and nodded. Swiss unlocked the door and opened it for you. You walked in and the door was immediately slammed behind you, a click coming from the otherside, indicating it had been locked. You inhaled sharply and stood there a moment, back against the door.

Your eyes scanned the area and you noticed how trashed it was. It looked like someone, presumably Aether, had turned it upside down. You took a step forward, then you heard it. The screams, or ‘wailing’ as Swiss referred to it. It was haunting. You realized Dewdrop was the one howling out for you and your stomach flipped. Your heart was in your throat and your breathing was heavy.

Then it went silent.

The howling, the creaking. Everything stopped. You turned back to the door and jiggled the knob, really testing if Swiss had locked it. Definitely locked. You rested your forehead against the door and let out a soft whine.

Closing your eyes, you exhaled slowly. Then you felt it. Something was pressed against your back and hands were on either side of you on the door, blocking you from leaving. Your eyes shot open and you froze.

“Hi?” You couldn’t even turn around, but you knew it was Aether caging you in. You could tell by his forearms alone.

“What are you doing?” His voice growled into your ear. Every bit of air pushed itself from your lungs. His nose hit your shoulder, the one Swiss had grabbed, and you heard another growl. You realized he wasn’t wearing his mask and your heart was pounding against your ribcage. “Swiss let you in?”

You nodded, no words coming out. Aether nuzzled your neck and inhaled your scent. “I think you would smell more delightful without his scent on you.”

“Aether!” A loud howl came from across the room and down the hall. Dewdrop.

You felt Aether shift, but you did not dare move. You had never seen one of them without their masks, much less two of them. You did not want to intrude. Even though you most definitely already were. “Who’s fucking heartbeat-” He stopped. His footsteps, his words, everything stopped.

“Oh, by Lucifer…” Dewdrop knew it was you. You let out a nervous laugh and felt Aether growl against you. Your eyes widened and you remembered what Swiss had said. You did not want them to fight.

Aether moved, facing Dewdrop, and you stood there. Dewdrop let out a low guttural noise and you knew it was about to get ugly. “Wait!” You yelled, still facing the door, forehead against it, and eyes shut. They both stopped and looked back at you. You could feel their eyes on you. “I didn’t ask to come in here for you two to kill each other over me.”

“You asked to come in here?” Dewdrop snorted.

“Yes, I heard the den was off limits, and Copia wouldn’t share why other than ‘some ghouls are going through it’, so I asked Swiss-”

“Swiss?”

“And he explained that you two were in ruts, and I asked for him to let me in. So I could help… Help the both of you.”

“You won’t even look at us,” Dewdrop snarled, “How are you supposed to help?”

“I thought it’d be inappropriate to look at you without permission-”

Both of them laugh, “Inappropriate? You’re throwing yourself at us. And you don’t want to be inappropriate?”

“Well, yeah…” You pouted. “I mean, I can call Copia and get him to come let me out-” They both growled at that. You smiled to yourself.

“Turn around.” They both spoke at the same time.

You were slow to do so. Your arms fell from the door and to your sides. You inhaled shakily and exhaled loudly. Your eyes locked with Aether’s first, and then with Dew’s. Both of their eyes were dark, full of a hunger and lust you had never, ever seen before. Your back hit the heavy door and you stared at them. They wore nothing but boxers. And you could tell that they had to put those on to even come out to see you.

Dewdrop smirked at you. “Aw,” He feigned sympathy, “not having second thoughts are we?”

“No.” You snapped back at him.

“If you do, let us know. I’m not sure you are aware of how serious this is…” Aether looked at Dewdrop.

“I mean, you just wanna fuck, right?” Everything Swiss had told you earlier had gone in one ear and out of the other. Dewdrop and Aether looked at each before looking back at you. Dewdrop took a step forward, predator towards prey, and you could not back up any further.

“Oh, amore mio,” Dewdrop’s voice dropped, leaving you weak in the knees. He placed his fingers under your chin, getting you to look at him, and he continued. “We are not just wanting to fuck, we are looking for a mate. And that just so happens to be you-” He angles your neck up further, causing your breath to hitch.

“What does that entail… Exactly?”

Dew swallowed hard at the thought, “Well, a ghoul’s mate is serious. You would become mi-” He stops himself when Aether growls at him, “Ours.” Dewdrop rolled his eyes.

“Okay,” Your voice was barely above a whisper.

“Okay?” Dewdrop questioned you.

“I’m all yours. Both of yours.”

That was enough to send them into a frenzy. They were both on you in an instant and you were sent reeling. Dewdrop was quick to pull you from the door and go for your mouth, his tongue easily slipping between your lips. Aether, on the other hand, ended up behind you and attacking your neck; his fangs almost breaking your skin.

Nails clawed you and you easily became puddy between the two of them. You moaned into Dew’s mouth as Aether nipped your soft flesh. He smiled into the kiss. One of your hands grabbed Dew’s left forearm, while the other reached back for Aether. You needed to know it was real, that it was really happening.

Dew pulled away and looked down at you. His hands cupped your face and tilted your head back, in turn, leaving your neck more exposed, giving Aether more places to bite and suck on. Dew placed his nose to yours and ever so slightly tilted his head.

“You taste way sweeter than that strawberry,” He smiled at you. He looked towards Aether, “Would you like to try?”

No answer was needed. Of course he wanted to try. You leaned back for him and Aether eagerly kissed you. His hand moved to cup your cheek and you realized how much gentler he was than Dewdrop. He was still slightly rough, but he seemed to be more careful, to have more control, than Dew.

Dewdrop momentarily stepped back, and you turned your body to Aether, getting wrapped in him instead. You cupped his face and deepened the kiss. Your hands fell to his neck and slid around it.

“Ok,” Dewdrop snarled, “That’s enough.”

No response. You kept kissing Aether. Dew’s lip twitched and he let out a low hiss. Once again, no stopping. As if Aether was about to let you go, after all that waiting. But, Dew had done his waiting as well.

His hands moved towards your hips and he pulled your ass towards him. He let out a low grumble in your ear and began to grind against you. Dew, Aether, and you were going at it against the door. Leaving all of you out in the open. That didn’t really bother Aether or Dewdrop. But, you on the other hand, were very vulnerable already.

“Excuse me!” A bang came from the other side of the door.

Your eyes shot open and you pulled back from Aether. Cumulus…

“You’re in the way! I’m assuming that’s Aether… And-” She stopped. “Oh… there’s another- Oh.”

You swallowed hard and Aether pulled you from Dew’s grasp, the other ghoul’s nails scraping you as you left his reach. Dewdrop looked ready to attack as Aether began leading you away.

“You can come in now.”

The door slowly opened. Cumulus picked up her pace, stepped in, and slammed the door behind her. She began to walk towards you and Aether, when Dewdrop snarled at her.

“Don’t-” She snarled back. “Sister is looking for (Y/N).”

“It can wait,” Aether and Dewdrop responded, one response a little more violent than the other.

“What did she need?” You tried to turn to ask but as soon as you stopped walking Aether picked you up and kept going.

“I’m just the messenger. I don’t know. Seemed important though.”

“It can wait,” you replied this time, causing Dewdrop and Aether to smile.

Cumulus grumbled a ‘whatever’. You weren’t sure if she’d cover for you, but you didn’t care. Not at the time. That was something for future you to worry about. You heard the heavy door shut and lock again.

“I think it’s funny how they lock you in-” You giggled as you reached Aether’s large room.

“It’s to keep people like you out.” Dewdrop informed you.

“People like-” You’re stopped. Aether set you down, steadying you and you looked at him and Dewdrop. They both watched you with an amount of lust you were sure a human would not be able to feel. Your stomach flipped and your legs buckled. “How do you wanna do this?”

The weight of the situation at hand hit and you were positive your brain briefly short circuited. You were in front of two ghouls, ready to give yourself to them, body and soul. And they were more than willing to take it. While you were fully clothed –you knew that wasn’t going to last much longer– you still felt vulnerable.

Your arms wrapped around you, tightly, and your eyes fell from theirs and hit the ground. Dewdrop and Aether tensed, very quickly picking up that you were suddenly very closed off.

“Are you needing to leave?”

“Cumulus literally just locked that big ass door!” You answered without thinking. “But-” You put your hands up, “no, I do not need to leave. I was just,” Your hands fell to your sides, “I’m very excited!” You knew they could tell that. “I’m also- Uh, I’ve never done something like this before.” You motioned to the ghouls.

“Non preoccuparti, amore. We will take care of you.”

“You’ll never want to be with any human ever again.” Dewdrop dripped confidence. You believed him, you knew it wasn’t just the confidence. “Now,” Dewdrop stepped towards you, “how about we get you out of your clothes?”

You let out a squeak instead of an actual answer, and nodded. Aether and Dew were on you once more. Tearing at your clothes, like rabid animals, it wasn’t long before you were standing there in your underwear. Aether had dropped down to his knees, littering kisses across your soft stomach and making his way towards your panties. Dewdrop was kissing you, ravenously, bruising your lips.

You were brought back to reality when you felt your panites being pulled down your legs. Your legs clenched out of instinct and Aether’s large hands gently pulled them back apart. You let out a soft mewl as his fingers pushed past your folds and into you. With half lidded eyes, you looked down at Aether. He was kissing your thighs, one of his fingers moving in and out of you.

Dewdrop’s lips moved to your jawline, and up to your ear. He nipped your earlobe before whispering into your ear. “Sei bellissima, amore mio, and you are going to look even more beautiful sucking my cock.”

You did not argue. In fact, you nodded in agreement. As Dewdrop stepped back from you, Aether shifted under you. Suddenly, he was lying flat on his back and he was holding you above his face. You gasped at the change and then realized Aether and Dewdrop must have been on the same wavelength..

You were at eye level with Dew’s now exposed cock. Your thighs were tense as you held yourself above Aether’s face. His hands were on your outer thighs, holding you himself, but you were all the sudden self conscious and could not relax. His grip tightened and he brought you down to his mouth.

Dewdrop’s hands tangled in your hair, “Relax, Aether would rather enjoy you sitting on his face.” His words made your breath catch in your throat. You swallowed hard and allowed yourself to fully relax. As soon as you did, you did not regret it. Aether’s tongue was working wonders on you. You reached out for Dewdrop, to hold onto something, and his hips were the first thing you grabbed.

Dewdrop took his chance. “How about we check that gag reflex?” His chest rumbled. You looked up at him through your lashes and he smirked down at you. You were eager to take him in your mouth once you were able to concentrate on something other than Aether licking stripes up your pussy.

One of your hands moved from Dew’s hip and to his dick. You held the base of it and licked up the vein. You looked up at him as you took him all the way in your mouth and he reached the back of your throat. You let out a loud moan, Aether’s thumb connecting with your clit, and Dewdrop lost his cool momentarily.

Dew’s hips bucked and he was fucking the back of your throat. Your jaw went slack and you choked as his hand, tangled in your hair, kept you at a steady pace. Tears pricked your eyes, everything easily becoming too much. The feeling of having your clit sucked while being throat fucked was one you hoped could be reoccuring.

“Fuck,” Dewdrop hissed, his hips bucking a little harder as he came close to cumming. You let out a guttural noise, sending Dew over the edge. He came inside your mouth and tried to swallow as best you could, but some escaped, slipping down your chin and onto your chest.

“I’m gonna-” Your eyes rolled in the back of your head, Aether’s tongue not slowing. Your hands fell from Dewdrop and onto the floor, a little above Aether’s head. Your eyes locked with his and you let out a sob, your orgasm hitting hard and fast.

Your stomach knotted and every inch of you was tensing. You cried out for Aether, sure that if the ghouls’ den wasn’t soundproof the whole Clergy would have heard you. Once the wave of ecstasy passed, Aether’s tongue slowed. You were twitching on top of him, leaned over and whining.

Aether easily picked you up, and placed you in his lap. You rested your head on his shoulder and caught your breath. And then, hit the realization this was nowhere near over, you peeked back up at him.

Dewdrop made his way towards you and crouched down. Two fingers pushed inside you and you gasped, unaware what he had even walked over for. His fingers were quick to withdraw and he popped them in his mouth. You locked eyes with him and he smirked.

He pulled his fingers from his mouth, “Next time,” he looked at Aether, “(Y/N) gets to sit on my face.”

“Yeah, sure, whatever,” Aether rolled his eyes at the other ghoul, “Right now, I think a reward is deserved though. Especially after dealing with you.”

Something tells you to not laugh at that comment. Dewdrop let out a grumble and mumbled what you could only guess was Italian swears. Aether placed his attention back onto you, his fingers tracing up and down your arms.

“You’ve been so good for us,” Aether stood and picked you up, carrying you towards the wall. Your back touched the cool surface and Aether pressed himself against you, “I can tell you’re still wound tight,” Aether angled his hips with yours and you swallowed hard, “how about I help with that?”

“Please,” Your voice broke, “please fuck me-”

Aether pulled back a little further and, with one swift movement, he thrusted inside of you. You let out a strangled whine as he kept thrusting in and out of you. One of your legs was wrapped around his hip, while the other was barely touching the floor. You were on your tiptoes. Your arms were draped over his shoulders, and your nails scratched at his bare skin.

“Scream for me,” Aether’s pace quickened, “I want everyone to know who’s fucking you.”

You did not have to be told twice. His name fell from your lips, every bit of air on your lungs releasing for him. You were seeing stars. You had never felt that amount of immense pleasure all at once.

Words became hard to form, until eventually the only thing understandable was ‘Aether,’ and even that was becoming difficult to say. Your brain was becoming mush with every thrust. You felt him lift your hips slightly, and you were positive he was somehow going deeper.

His forehead pressed against yours, and the sound of his groans and low rumbles were sending you over the edge.

“Look at me-” He didn’t even sound out of breath. You opened your eyes and found purple ones staring right back at you. “Cum for me.”

You would not deny him that. His thrusts became more animalistic. You cried out for him as you orgasmed, everything in you on fire. In your mind were begging and pleading for more, but you were sure the words were not coming out the way you wanted.

“You- ugh- Cum inside!”

A primal sound came deep from Aether’s chest. You felt him release, his thrusts briefly sloppy. He never faulted holding you up though. Even as he came, you never slipped away from him, you were not about to get away.

Your head leaned back, and Aether placed a soft kiss on your neck. Your breathing was ragged and you were leaning all of your weight onto Aether now. His grip tightened on your thigh, “You take me so well-”

“Fuck off, Aether,” Dewdrop reminded the both of you he was still there, “My turn.”

Aether’s eyes darkened and he looked over his shoulder, “You can wait.”

“Uh- Maybe I should go see Sister-” Aether and Dew both look at you with a possessiveness, Aether’s grip tightening. “Maybe I shouldn’t go…” They both relaxed, “How long do these ‘ruts’ last?”

“About a week. Now, please, Aether, let (Y/N) go.” Dewdrop sounded like he did not want to ask again. Especially not nicely.

Aether really did not want to let go. His instinct was to not let a single drop get out of you. He was going to stay with you pinned against that wall for a little longer.

Dewdrop let out a groan, “You’ve done practically everything but mark-” Aether let out a growl and Dewdrop laughed.

“What is he talking about? Mark? I’m assuming he doesn’t mean bitemarks and hickeys…”

“No, when we mate… We mark the mate, letting others know they aren’t to be messed with. Normally there is one mate, but-”

“You’re stuck with both of us. I’m not about to fuck off, and neither is he. So, you’ll have two mates and we’ll have to share.” Dew was smirking at Aether, trying his best to fuck with him.

“That’s fine,” Your answer shocked them, “We have a week to talk about it!” You gave them a genuine smile. “But… maybe I should talk to the Cardinal and, uh, tell him my predicament…”

#aether ghost #dewdrop ghost #aether ghoul #dewdrop ghoul #nameless ghouls #nameless ghouls x reader #nameless ghouls smut #aether ghost smut #dewdrop ghost smut #ghost bc #the band ghost

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void-of-unparalled-chaos · 4 days

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Okay so time for me to dump my thoughts on the Underworld Saga because I am going insane and tbh I'm not sure how coherent this will be because my brain is mostly keyboard smashing.

The Shades: "When does a man become a monster? 558 men who died under your command. CAPTAIN! CAPTAIN! CAPTAIN! CAPTAIN! Why would you let the cyclops live when ruthlessness is mercy?"

Okay so the harmonies of the Shades are amazing! But also this whole bit is just so... haunting. The call back to Just a Man and Ruthlessness does something to me. Could you imagine being screamed at by the ghosts of everyone you've failed? Also Jay confirmed that the shades in this song are just repeating their final thoughts in life. They drowned begging for their Captain to help them and died wondering why he failed them. This probably fucked Odysseus UP.

Odysseus: "I keep thinking of the infant from that night. I keep thinking of the infant from that night."

I swear I can hear the PTSD in his voice holy shit. Also Astyanax's music box motif being played in church bells in the back. I never would have noticed it if not for Jay's behind the scenes videos but knowing it's there makes this bit so much better.

Odysseus: "Polities..."

I was not nearly as wrecked at this bit until I saw this post mentioning that Odysseus quiet little "Polities..." is a mirror of Polities strangled "Captain..." when he died and now I will never be the same.

Odysseus' Mom

I am not exaggerating when I say I cried during the watch party. Everything about this is heartbreaking. His mom was thinking about him in her final moments. "Odyssues when you come home I'll be waiting" except she wont be. The shocked defeat in Odysseus' voice with "I took too long...". He's right there in front of her, but her shade just doesn't register him. They are so close physically yet still separated by death. Also the fact that Jay's mom voices her that is so sweet omg.

The change from "Here in the Underworld the past seems close behind" to "But in the Underworld your past is always close behind."

STTAGKDUKFUTAATUFOUCOUXGJXG

THE STRINGS!!!!! AND THE PIANO!!!!

Tiresias' voice is so haunting omg

Mason absolutely NAILED prophet who is constantly being shown everything all the time at one I love it sm.

The lyrics in this song are just.... so good. And the foreshadowing is top notch

Jay's voice acting for Odysseus' is also great in this.

The distress and frustration in "We've suffered and sailed through the toughest of hells. Now you tell us ur efforts are for NOTHING?!" and the absolute anger in "WHO!?!?!" (Its you, Ody. See your about to go through a complete change in morals about 5 minutes from now and become a completely different person).

THE DESCENDING ORGAN FOR THE SECOND CHORUS MY JAW DROPPED

Jorge don't think I didn't notice the Hunchback of Notre Dame, Hellfire, vibes at the end I see you.

This is my favorite song released in Epic so far and I am not normal about it at all.

The GUITAR! THE ELECTRIC GUITAR!

For those unfamiliar and being dragged along this nonsense post, Odysseues character is associated with the guitar. The acoustic guitar is when he is softer, kinder, and more "human" while the electric guitar represents him at his most brutal, ruthless, and "monsterous". This song is his turning point to which he is done being merciful. He will do ANYHTING to get home.

"Oh Ruthlessness is mercy upon ourselves..."

Really taking Poseidon's lesson to heart there.

Odysseus: "AND IF I GOTTA DROP ANOTHER INFANT FROM A WALL IN AN INSTANT SO WE ALL DON'T DIE? THEN I'LL BECOME THE MONSTER! I WILL DEAL THE BLOW!... SO WHAT IF I'M THE MONSTER?"

Ayrsgstusigxjgsutaut holy shit holy shit holy shit-

Play this back to back with Just A Man for some psychic damage. What an end for Act 1!

#epic the underworld saga #epic the musical

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ourflagmeansgayrights · 7 months

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ofmd s2e1 rewatch where i pause to jot down my thoughts and other random shit

not quite a reaction post bc i've already watched the whole thing. not quite a liveblog bc it's one post and it's probably gonna take me a full hour to get through a 28 minute episode at the rate of pausing and typing i'll be doing

s2e1, s2e2, s2e3, s2e4, s2e5, s2e6, s2e7, s2e8

anyway, pirate time:

i love how much fun con is having choking on his own blood

dream!stede's extremely teary face right before he takes off running down the beach is doing psychic damage to me

also dream!stede's stupid ridiculous outfit with all the long ribbons and shit...

ed and stede make contact so hard shjfkhsgjkfd the loud OUGH sounds from both of them

also the return of ed's old beard! i didnt expect to see her at all this season, so that was a surprise.

"babe" "love" im tearing out my own hair

stede has yet to learn that ripping ass near your beloved can be a love language

stede is a terrible fucking roommate just deal with wee john's gas in silence like the rest of them. goddamn.

WHO HAS THE OUR FLAG MEANS DEATH TRAMP STAMP. WHO IS THAT.

i like when the background OST is familiar to me lol the little strings when stede starts his letter throwing me back to s1

olu: that–that's the swede the swede: Im the swede roach: he's single ;) me: *pissing my pants with laughter*

also the direct confirmation that the swede literally doesn't have a name. incredible

shjkfhdhfkj the crew encouraging him. stede's "it's okay" and roach "be brave" im CRYINGGGGG

stede doing customer service is something that can be so personal. "reservation?" "eat my fuckin' shit" "right! walk-ins, then" average restaurant experience

the random background guy saying "my favorite hand!" abt getting stabbed in the hand is making me giggle. i love the humor on this show

why does stede have so much shoulder movement going on when he's walking through the bar. whore behavior.

"this is for mom!" sorry but i want to know more abt whatever's going on there

also the purple mohawk. dope.

buttons is so distressed LET HIM RETURN TO THE SEA THESE CONDITIONS ARE INHUMANE

"i know the odds of you finding this are slim but so were the odds of us finding each other in the first place" IM RIPPING OFF MY OWN SKIN

also stede's lil sad hopeful smile after throwing the bottle... i care him

i love how they make this wedding fucking suck so we don't feel too bad abt the whole massacre thing. "the natural condition of humanity is base and vile. it is the obligation of people of standing, such as yourselves, to elevate the common human rabble through the sacred transaction of matrimony" if i was at a wedding and the officiant said that i'd also start killing people probably

yayy murder montage :)

FANG BREAKING THAT GUY'S SPINE OVER HIS KNEE

the whole cake scene is so fucking funny im sorry. i love u jim drawing the line at attacking a shitty wedding. i love u archie who wasn't here for the good old days so you dont really see a problem with how things are. i love u frenchie with ur box in ur brain that u never open again. i love u fang it's gonna get better i swear. i love u frenchie again bc u just took the cake right out of fang's hands while he was fucking sobbing hfjhgkjhdkjkf

I MISS IVAN JUSTICE FOR IVAN. wish they could've said he'd just fucked off somewhere instead of dying but i think that would've raised the question of why hasn't anyone else fucked off since they all seem so miserable

very relieved that stede isn't taking the racist/antisemitic caricature drawings of ed to make like a boyfriend scrapbook like some people were theorizing. would've been overkill if after episode 4 from last season stede still didn't realize that ed hated these sorts of depictions of him.

INTERESTING DETAIL THO the background music in this scene is "a pirate's life" aka the song frenchie sang in the pilot. it's an instrumental version obviously but yeah i recognize that tune

also more cool background ppl with dyed hair man i love this show

zheng yi sao flirting with olu is so good. he deserves it.

how nice of ed to offer his drugs to the crew. sharing is caring.

also it's so funny to me that the thing izzy is tormented by is ed saying "you can't do the job, someone else will" the toe thing's happened three times and apparently that was fine but the thing the show edits together right before izzy breaks down into the most pathetic aheemheem whimpers isn't any of that it's ed threatening to fire him

also they cut ed throwing knives at izzy!! what the hell.

releasing the clip of izzy crying kinda ruined it for me when it came time to watch it in the show bc i watched it several times since it dropped and now seeing it in context i was like "ok i've seen this already fast forward." i mean i didnt fast forward through it but i did kinda zone out bc i've seen this bit already. this post kinda sums up my thoughts on it

"trifling ingrate plan" dshkjfshgdskhfjkhgkjh

"SEMI-CLEAN WATER"

JACKIE CALLING THE SWEDE "BOO CAKES"

"i know that guy we had breakfast together!" "you'll be having a lot of breakfasts-es together" "oh, okay" i fucking love this whole dynamic like i can tell they're writing the swede out of most of the episodes for budget reasons (sorry nat faxon) but by god do they give him such an excellent fucking send-off. can't wait to see him again when he's in his trophy husband number 20 era

roach is upset abt not being able to cook, buttons is tied up so he doesn't go running back to the sea (i assume). stede you are not giving your crew the environment they need to thrive.

olu being an optimist :)

buttons opens his mouth to drink the rain and in the background u can see roach yanking the rope around buttons back fhdjskgfjhgkjfh STEDE YOUR SEA WITCH CANNOT THRIVE IN THESE CONDITIONS

stede tries to make things sound good in his bottle letters to ed but out loud he says his actual insecurities... it's so fucking tasty tho that he thinks ed could be doing better without him and THAT'S why he's been stalling so much. not afraid for his life even a little bit he just assumes he's not wanted. brb i have to cry now

"im sorry if that's a little bit creepy" "you are creepy" in this scene where they're soaked from the rain. ofmd said this prince ricky guys is creepy and wet.

stede's fucking FACE when prince ricky says "you're my hero" his fucking "clearly you dont own an air fryer" face I CANT STAND HIMMMMMM (affectionate)

prince ricky "these rubes" "men of our standing" yeah i cant fucking stand this guy (derogatory) i love how he's barely even in this episode

stede's face when the swede is talking abt how happy he is with jackie... my man believes in love so much im gonna cry

also in what fucking way does the swede owe them a life debt. roach and buttons literally tried to eat him

izzy's "you know me better than anyone knows me and i daresay the same about you" this is literally so false i dont even know where to begin. izzy in e6 being like "if i didnt know any better i'd think maybe ed might possibly maybe be actually enjoying bonnet's company" while ed and stede are giggling and making each other friendship bracelets. this guy doesn't know ed at all.

also i cant get over how izzy wont make eye contact he's like staring blankly into the middle distance delivering these lines so flatly until he goes to say "i have... love for you" and in that moment he looks like he'd rather ed were feeding him more toes.

"im worried about you, we all are" not gonna lie my dude you've had a weird way of showing it thus far. where was all that worry when you told him he was better off dead than wearing a robe and singing songs?? where was that fucking love then?

and NOW izzy wants to talk it through. izzy literally voted to make blackbeard great again and now he wants to give open communication a chance???

lmao there's a limit to how many characters can be in a bulleted list so here's fucking. part two. on the same post:

ed asking everyone if the vibe is poisonous and fang cant stop crying and ed's face is just like "eh good enough" im fdhksgfkjtdkh

anyway ed with a loaded gun under his chin talking to himself is hurting me so fucking much actually. ed my beloved babygirl for whom i would die. this poor traumatized man. yes he is making this workplace toxic as hell but god. GOD. im gonna throw up.

the way ed is so fucking casual about shooting izzy in the leg. just calm and jovial as he promotes frenchie to first mate. stepping over izzy all crumpled on the floor. everything about this is so fucking good. i mean it's horrible for ed and everyone around him but for me watching the show this shit is DELICIOUS. i love when the pirates get violent and unhinged i love when this shit gets fucked up. ed's mental state is so bad right now and it is causing me severe anguish but also it is so tasty. fuck.

anyway frenchie trying to turn down the promotion fhjkghdfjkhf

the cut to the swede performing the husbandly duties is INSANE. COMPLETE TONAL WHIPLASH. I LOVE THIS SHOW.

"fuck those hammies up!" spanish jackie i love you

black pete why are you so fucking loud AND WHY WOULD YOU JIX IT LIKE THAT???

why is prince ricky so small. he's like a full head shorter than stede. also this guy is insufferable i love how stede just fucking abandons him fhjkgdhkdfghkj

"the calf muscle is the most mysterious of alllll the muscles" what the FUCK does that even mean. oh swede i will miss you

NOSE REMOVAL FUCK YES. I LOVE THIS SHOW.

obsessed with the swede playing dumb. the dramatic gasp. "wow, so bad!" fhjsghdkjf

"aint you that soup bitch?" "im the money bitch" i love women.

sfdsjkh spanish jackie being into double-crossing. and slapping the swede's ass on the way out. i love this show

i love how zheng says "this much indigo is worth three times what i paid" while spanish jackie and the husbands are still like, right there. and they just don't hear that bit. incredible.

OUGH the back of jim's weird rope armor looks like a ribcage that's so cool

i love how jim is so fucking bad at telling this story. i love how the monkey's paw comes into it. i love fang asking them to do the voice. i love archie trying to hold back her laughter i love jim and fang giggling together I LOVE THIS SHOW

ed's fucking voice breaking through his whole convo with frenchie. im tearing out my own teeth

HEY DID YOU GUYS KNOW THEY HAVE POST-CREDITS SCENES IN THIS SEASON?????????? WHAT THE HELL

i take back what i said about jim being bad at telling this story their version is so much fucking better. squeaky voice "I pray to you, Dark Lord, to make me real flesh! I want to be real flesh!" IM FUCKING OBSESSED. JIM I WOULD DIE FOR YOU

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I have plenty of other projects I should be working on BUT then Mochi started building a shop to fill in the huge wall of dirt between the greenhouse and the boardwalk by the water, and I became CONSUMED with the need to join in and decorate a bunch of tiny houses.... SO!! TOWNHOUSE TIME!! You can also see buildings that Boo (the lime green)and Mochi (the grey and prismarine shop) have been working on in that first image… there's still a bunch along the boardwalk that's under construction, too. I built three townhouses and decorated the upstairs of mochi's shop, many more images under the cut!!

The blue townhouse was the first one I made, with the exterior inspired pretty directly from mechitect's townhouse design tutorial.

it's pretty simple! It's when I started to discover alcoves are interesting with these tiny buildings, since you're sort of dependent on what the house next to you is doing. Oh, also, that painting is one of my custom maps.

The pink townhouse was a little more ambitious - this one has a little kitchen, an aquarium idea I got from klay_designs_mc on instagram and TWO tiny bedrooms (one for the grownups and one for the kids), which may seem very straightforward but actually i took a great deal of psychic damage arranging them to fit in this little 8x8 space

we have some kind of resource pack on our realm that makes every mob drop mob heads occasionally, and I just really like sticking them on shelves as like... some kind of toys or figurines or plushies.

Anyway, while I was excitedly showing my progress to my friends, Mochi asked if I'd be willing to decorate the upstairs of his flower shop -- the building next to my blue townhouse. He wanted it to be a living space above the shop, and mentioned that the large windows might be nice for a kitchen, and other than that left me to my own devices.

TREMENDOUSLY PROUD OF THIS ONE TBH...!!! bed design was inspired by a bluenerd tutorial, and the little hearts are as always inspired by my fav builder CroissantCat, though honestly my entire minecraft portfolio should just have "inspired by bluenerd and/or croissantcat" on the first page. (the lamps are those mob heads again btw -- you can do this with the existing skeleton heads, but if you HAVE glow squid heads like... WHY NOT USE THEM)

anyway at this point I had obviously completely lost my mind, so my third townhouse has an upstairs, a basement, a home office, AND a bathroom. (it wasn't going to have a bathroom originally, but Boo saw the downstairs and gasped in excitement b/c he thought it was a bathroom, sO LIKE.... OBVIOUSLY AFTER THAT I HAD TO ADD A BATHROOM)

watched a WHOLE BUNCH of blendigi Modern Interior Design tutorials for ideas here, including some armour stand crimes to make THAT INCREDIBLE OFFICE CHAIR???? but im still very pleased with my decision to use the one Long Painting as a TV screen lmao

there were actually a whole bunch of planning scribbles for this... it started out with just a little layout of 3 possible designs for townhouse facades, and then turned into MANY floorplan attempts as I tried to figure out how to fit everything I wanted into these smaller spaces:

Anyway, I think that's everything!! Thanks for joining me on this tour of my townhouses lmao, hopefully this has sated my craving for interior design for a bit!!

#minecraft #block game liveblogging #minecraft screenshots #minecraft build #mineblr #minecraft aesthetic #bsl shaders #this was SO fun tbh #SOMETIEMS U JUST NEED TO BUILD.. A LITTLE HOUSE....

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