#like that is divine as heck as far as powers go

[herothehardway]

Relistening to harrow as you do and picked up that John says the Mithreum is…40 BILLION LIGHT YEARS AWAY?? that’s…3x the AGE OF THE UNIVERSE?? Meaning that not only is the Mithreum just stupidly far away, it’s also literally farther away than it is possible to see. When the lyctors go to the Mithreum they are effectively moseying out of the known universe.

Dying to know how the stele/obelisks work in that case, since non-lyctors are also able to get to the Mithreum to get Harrow’s body meaning they too are able to travel outside the visible universe

(For the non-Astronomy folks, the known universe aka observable universe is everything that light has had time to get to us from. That means the farthest stuff we can see is 13.8 billion light years old. [Edit: technically the farthest galaxies away from us are up to 50 billion light years away but we can only see them as they were almost 14 billion years ago. silly me forgot the universe is expanding woohoo] So the Mithreum being 40 billion light years away in the present means that its like he just fucking. Disappears into another dimension basically. If we applied the actual universe rules to it which obviously we can’t really do hah)

#harrow the ninth #in which I apply actual science to a book that should in no way be perceived with real science #i know it’s probably just cuz tamsyn muir doesn’t know much about Astronomy #(this is also apparent other place) #but it’s really hilarious to imagine John/the lyctors just zipping outside of the known universe casually #like that is divine as heck as far as powers go #john gaius #the locked tomb #ok there’s stuff that isn’t traveling away faster than light but some of it def is

[chantsdemarins]

New Fic: Breath of the Æsir ⚔︎🏰 (Loki X Reader)

Formally (Collapsing in the Arms of Chaos) I changed the name. 😬 I know Medieval stories aren't everyone's fav but heck, I hope you like it! It has been brewing in the coffee pot that is in my head for over a year. I feel slightly self-conscious that after my first time with COVID, my brain is not the same. I hope I still have my ability to write! My last story published a few weeks ago was written while I was falling ill and I know it wasn't my best!

Thank you for reading!! If you want to comment I would be so happy and reblogs are like the most precious thing to me. All art is mine, it's a Photoshop-crazed situation.

Summary: Disenchanted with the Danes' misuse of Norse gods to sanction their brutality, Loki finds himself ostracized. Stripped of his divine powers and bearing a severe injury, he wanders into the realm of the conquered. By a twist of fate, he arrives at your manor, where you await your husband's return. However, destiny has other plans.

Warnings: Blood.

Words: 2,471

Smut rating: Not yet...but there sure will be!

Posting schedule: Every Saturday! I am going to stick to this!

Chapter 1 The Embroidery of Destiny Chapter 2 The Stranger Chapter 3 Chapter 4 Chapter 5

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Before your family settled again, you had been travelers, moving from one darkened patch of earth to the next. Soil on your boots muddied your paths, creating difficulties in finding a home. There were many things to see, some horrors, some things magical and unfounded. Shapes shifted in the forest where you camped at night. One day your father showed you where they lowered men into the bogs, decorated with bronze. These were not the ways of your people. They did not worship like that. It might have been too much for you to know where some ended up when they were no longer living, not in graves or on pyres. Something else.

By the time you reached the northern lands, your family had negotiated your belongings down to just what the pallid horses could carry. Your croft was built into the very earth you had struggled to cross, with bedrooms burrowed into the side of a hill. It was not built for so much rain. Buckets and sluices were not enough to keep out the floods.

So, when your husband came to marry you, you packed your things neatly, placed them in a pack, and left your parents’ home without drawing a breath. You walked a distance far greater than any you had as a child to his family's land, your new home. The way your family had negotiated the marriage remained a blind spot in your mind. You couldn't fathom it. From a croft to a manor.

Over time, nothing in your marriage seemed to flourish. The land, though beautiful, yielded nothing you sowed. Too sandy or too chelated, perhaps unfortunate timing. You became a wife in the loneliest ways. No spinning of yarn would produce a cloth finer than the wool you began with. Hours of practice composing embroidery resulted in nothing more than half completed sea escarpments, knots, and birds with no flight.

The elegant window that surveyed the tenants' labors only deepened your isolation. They carried on with their duties, and you retired to your quarters, curtains drawn. The chill from your childhood followed you here. The stone walls held a dampness no fire could dispel. You knew somewhere across the hills where your parents still sleeping too close to the earth. Rooms still flooded. Though your loyalty never wavered, even as your husband wandered afar, absent for days at a time, his pursuits as obscure as the horizon beyond your room filled with half-finished tasks.

In kindness or disappointment, he had ensured your education extended beyond your lowly beginnings. Through travels and courtly audiences, barons and other titled men and women recounted their lives' poetry over each glass of mead or wine. You listened for moments when they forgot their lines, most days this was more interesting than their images they wanted you to see.

Although had you not met Isolde of Easting, you would not have thought to plant the spiky yellow gorse along the manor's borders. When the proper conversation waned, you had discovered the titled people still spun tales of their lands. The places they had come or been uprooted from. In the best conversations, you gleaned knowledge of the plants, herbs, and tokens from the first peoples, their ways overshadowed by the new cultures but nonetheless seeming to flow from them to you during the quieter moments—the men away hunting, the embroidery thread running low, the teapot empty. These things were spoken of in hushed tones so the servants would not get ideas.

You spoke of the hawthorn tree, the ravens' work, the swords warriors cast into the cold estuary, found along all the lakes' shores. The Roman merchants who brought tales of Jesus and his cross. The god Woden came from the Angles, and Odin, from the North. Their wars and bloodshed filled the spaces between village homes and now the courts. If asked if you prayed to the Christian god, you couldn't say. You longed to speak of the place where they lowered men into the bogs, the place your father once showed you. Later, in the quiet of your room, you would pull out a relic from beneath the blankets in your chest, and it would look unrecognizable. It once held meaning, but that meaning didn't travel with it.

Sometimes when you were awake much too early, the nightingales still singing, you would dip your quill into the small pot of black soot. You would unroll a small piece of parchment, discarded by the cooks, and write down your dreams. Which had room in your sleep since they were so often unimpeded by the presence of your husband. You wrote in the lais of the Frankish people, counting eight sounds to the line, braiding your dreams with your words.

Had I found a small shell, not rope I would have held it to my ear The ocean's song would have come to me Instead, I was swallowed wholly

This was how things proceeded until the day they did not.

As you came to learn, in the void and closeness of life, nothing is reliable enough to expect its continuation the next day. You should allow for change to slip through the crevices of even the dampest chambers. It just had not happened in so long you almost did not recognize it when something remarkable unfolded at your manor.

On this day, as you sipped your tea, with half-finished yards of cloth draped across your lap, and the unopened book of hours on the small, worn table, your gaze was fixed on the wind billowing the emerald curtains—silk from an era long past, traded by hands unknown. Like much of the decor in the manor, these were vestiges of your husband's family's trade in finery, symbols of their stature akin to that of minor kings.

Elinor, your companion for the last 10 years, rapped on your door abruptly, breaking your contemplative gaze.

“My lady, please excuse me,” she croaked, as the door opened before you could arrange a pretext to delay her entry.

“What is it, Elinor?” you asked, not wishing to dwell on the trivialities of the manor that day. Clearing her throat, she reported urgently of a man in a bad way, injured and lying on the steps. She hastened to your window, the portal to the land beyond your manor, and pointed to the makeshift courtyard where a man lay seemingly lifeless if not for the faint moan you heard.

“Why have you not sought my husband or some other man of decisions?” you questioned with a twinge of fear edging into your refuge of solitude.

“Lady, your husband has traveled beyond into the land of the Scots, and the aldermen are not present either,” she informed you.

“A household of women only, then? How did I overlook such an event?” you pondered.

“Lady, you are often engrossed in your own pursuits within these walls. How could you have noticed your husband's departure?” Elinor reasoned, her words not easing the panic now fully upon you. The thought that your husband had left you unprotected added another layer of anguish.

“At such a time, Elinor, how shall we defend ourselves?” you barely articulated.

“I suspect he gave little thought to the matter,” Elinor replied, her head bowed even lower than her subdued voice.

“Then it falls to me to act in their absence,” you reasoned. Not wanting this conflict or the talk that may ensue you knew you must act quickly. This man perhaps knew your husband, or perhaps it was only a small political scuffle that may have resulted in his injuries. You thought of the many reasons he could have ended up at the steps of your manor of this day. None of them added up entirely.

As you navigated the long, narrow corridors, your thin morning jacket provided little relief from the chill as Elinor aided you with the heavy door. You both stood in awe of the man at your feet. Having seen men before, chiefly your husband. This man’s appearance was now shocking at close view. He was unlike your husband in all ways you could imagine.

“Holy Jesus save us,” Elinor yelled through her missing teeth.

“He will not assist with this, Elinor,” you responded, your eyes surveying the severe wound from his stomach to his chest, the dark blood pooling around his lean form.

The man’s hair was a shade darker than the darkest night. Had night possessed more depth, it would resemble the hue of his locks. His attire suggested nobility, which only intensified the chill you felt. He had clearly been bested in whatever skirmish he had come from, and with no healer at hand, it seemed likely that a burial might soon follow—until his eyes fluttered open.

A striking blue that drew your own darker gaze, hinting at his foreign language or origins. His hand reached out feebly before falling back to his side.

He whispered faintly, “Ásjá.”

“He's alive!” you declared, as if the statement itself could reverse his fate.

“Yes, lady, he lives, I told you. Now what shall we do?” Elinor asked, concern evident in her voice.

“We save him. It is the right thing to do,” you answered.

“But without a healer, we risk much by sheltering him,” Elinor’s voice trembled.

“Then we shall tend to his needs ourselves,” you declared, your courage unusual, unfounded, drawn from the same well that had seen men saved from death at a distance. An instinct came over you. You directed Elinor to gather wood, cloth, herbs, and other necessities that seemed more from your imagination than any practical experience. You quickly cut away his clothes, exposing the dire wound more fully.

“Lady, he may not survive this,” Elinor observed with a somber tone. The unhinged flesh flapping against the seemingly unended torrent of blood emerging from him. How could there be so much blood.

“Silence, Elinor,” you hushed her. Your hands, though failed in the art of tapestry, were adept with needle and thread. So much failure had given you courage.

“We must stem the bleeding before we can stitch him up,” you instructed, asking for a branch from the fire.

“Lady, you cannot—” Elinor began, but you had already pressed the smoldering wood to the wound. The man awoke suddenly, thrashing in pain.

“Hold him down!” you ordered. Elinor, small but determined, restrained his arms.

You envisioned repairing his injury as if it were the "Galley of the Titan’s Moons," a rare piece of embroidery from the northern lands.

“I shall map the night sky upon your body, sir,” you said, speaking into the silence as he drifted further from this world. You sensed the ancestors gather, ready to welcome him, but you were not ready to let him go.

“No, not yet” you whispered, a soft rebuke to the invisible presence.

Elinor looked at you, puzzled. To whom were you speaking?

You were determined. This man would not die. Though you had sent for a proper healer, your task was to keep him alive until they arrived, hoping they would be sober enough to be of use. Much worse would be a drunk priest should your help not find any healer available.

It was not until you had finished suturing his wound that you noticed how his body appeared in the dim light of the great room. Your loneliness resonated with the landscape of his injury. It was a peculiar reaction, but there was something else broken within this man, beyond the sword wound. It was something familiar to your own. You held you own stomach for a moment, it felt as if you were the one almost slain, not him.

Eventually, his bleeding ceased, and the healer arrived, tended to him with poultices and what looked like grain spirits. You wrapped your furs around his sleeping form. He did not pass away. The stranger in your home survived. You had been told he might still not make the night. You watched him for as long as your eyes could. His faint inhalations mirrored in your own. But the exhaustion took over, and before you could retreat to your own chamber, you found yourself lying at his side.

“How improper, Lady!” Elinor’s voice pierced the quiet as dawn crept in and your eyes, heavy with sleep, opened. You hadn’t realized you had fallen asleep beside the stranger. Startled, you rose, wrapping a blanket around yourself. Quickly finding a reason that you had slept at his side.

“He remains unconscious, Elinor. The healer was unsure if he would wake,” you confided in the servant who had been by your side for so many years. She looked briefly placated. Yet you knew her mind was racing. The healer would tell the burgh folk of this strange man. Your husband was nowhere to be known. Northman had recently been subdued with heavy piles of church silver, and that arrangement was delicate at best. They would be back and this time they would perhaps sack the village since you knew the last of the silver had been promised away to visiting bishops and clergy. The wealth had run its course.

“He must stay until he awakens, until he can speak for himself,” you quickly decided.

It was better to know who he was. He would surely tell you since you saved his life.

“But what if he is a demon, my lady? Have you considered that he may have come from Hell to bring us further misfortune?” Elinor ventured, instantly regretting her words as her face contorted with shame.

“I apologize. I did not mean to imply you are cursed,” she hastily added.

You felt pity for Elinor, she was not as traveled as you had become. Had not the stories you knew, but you also could not see beyond, you had no way to know if it was safe to keep him with you. If your husband should arrive back, there would be no way to convince him that this man had not abused you in some way, but you did know something of him. There was something you did recognize.

“This man is no curse, no demon,” you affirmed, your gaze fixed on his hair, as dark as the ink with which you wrote.

“How can you be certain?” she queried.

“He spoke in the old tongue, asking for aid. Did you not hear him, Elinor?” you questioned, your voice steady.

The woman stepped back, tossing another log onto the fire, her confusion apparent. “I did not recognize the language, nor do I understand how you did,” she admitted.

The language was familiar to you, it was the tongue of your people from so long ago. From the place of your birth. The place that was destroyed till there was nothing but darkness.

Chapter 2 below!

#loki #loki laufeyson #loki fandom #loki fanfic #loki fanfiction #loki smut #loki x reader #mcu #norse mythology #medieval fanfic #AU loki #tom hiddleston

[alpaca-clouds]

The Power Of Media

I need do address one thing, because I see that kinda mindset creep up again and again.

Basically, under postings about utopian media, be it Star Trek, Solarpunk, or - heck - just bare Hopepunk, sometimes people will just go: "Media does not do shit. It does not change the world."

And that just is... demonstrably fault and a very defeatist attitude.

Now, one thing first: Yes, media on its own will not change the world. It will not. If you have this mindset, you are right in so far. We can have endless amounts of hopeful media and the world will not change from it.

But...

We live in capitalism. Its power seems inescapable. So did the divine right of kings. Any human power can be resisted and changed by human beings. Resistance and change often begin in art, and very often in our art, the art of words. - Ursula K. LeGuin

This quote of Ursula K. LeGuin is very powerful to me. Because it really captures the issue very well.

See. Right now we get bombarded with capitalist propaganda left and right. It already starts in school, we will often get it at home and obviously in media again and again.

It is so hard to escape, that to many it is hard to imagine that there ever could be anything else. I mean, we even have the issue within Solarpunk. When I read through those Solarpunk Anthologies, I will again and again find stories, that feature either capitalist worlds - or a world that has to be rebuild after the apocalypse. Because people really struggle imagining how it could be otherwise.

And this is why fiction is so important. Why Hopepunk is so important.

A lot of young people right now are able to see that the system is broken, that it has left them behind. Most young folks, who do not come from generational wealth, see that they will under the current system never own their own house. Their own retirement seems to be rather unlikely. And that is, if they do not die before from either the effects of climate change, from some pandemic through which we have to work because line needs to go up, or just in general because the health care system does not take care of them.

And these young people are willing to fight. They are. But right now they are only fighting against a system. They do not know what they fight for.

I know, for some this might sound like a small thing. But it is not. Especially not in a world, where more and more people are struggling with their mental health.

People need hope.

And again: No, it is not enough on its own. Just hopeful fiction on its own runs the danger of just being endless escapism.

We also need to offer mutual aid for each other. We also need to organize. And, yeah, we need to protest and actually get out there to fight.

But don't underestimate the power of fiction, when it comes to giving people something to fight for.

We know that media and stories have these powers. It is, after all, why those in powers dripfeed us the kinda stories that vilify those, who want to change the system. That tell us, that "everything is fine, okay, just trust the good billionaires" and what not. Because they understand this power.

And we should not leave this power to them along.

#solarpunk #lunarpunk #hopepunk #utopia #utopian fiction #the power of fiction #the power of media #hope is a dangerous thing #it only needs a spark #fighting climate change

[rrcraft-and-lore]

Monkey Man and why I loved the heck out of it

At it's core, it's a Bollywood flick presented to the West with familiar nods to previous action films - I definitely picked up hints of Tony Jaa's influence on Asian action flicks throughout.

It's heavily focused on police corruption, something commented a lot about in India, and here, more importantly, Indian films. Just like America has its love affair with mobster flicks, Bollywood has a long history featuring films that showcase police corruption, sometimes tied into political extremism, fanatical or greedy religious leaders, and Monkey Man comments on all this as well and pays nods to that commonality. We've got televangelists and religious leaders in the states funnelling money, preaching prosperity gospel, and using it to influence politics and fund lavish lifestyles here.

Monkey Man shows this happening in India, and is filled with Indian culture and symbolism through out. The focus on Hanuman, the god and one worshiped by the strong, chaste, wrestlers, champions, and fighters. It's a common thing to have a household deity if you will. Some families might choose to focus worship on Ganesh, others Hanuman, some might do Mata Rani or Lakshmi. Here, it's the divine Vanara (monkey people race) - one of the Chiranjivi - immortals/forever-lived.

Hanuman. Themes of rebirth, common in South Asian history and mythology are present from Kid being a ringer, beat up fighter getting whooped for money to being reborn and facing his trauma through a ritual/meditate process that I don't want to get too much into to not spoil the movie. Post that, he begins his own self alchemy to really become the true Monkey Man. Nods to Ramayama, and an unapologetically Indian story featuring dialogues throughout in Hindi - don't worry, there are subtitles.

And of course a love for action flicks before it, all the way back to Bruce Lee. A beautiful use tbh of an autorickshaw (and you might know them as tuk-tuks in Thailand) which are popular in India with an added kick...I swear, that thing had to be modified with a hayabusa motor. Which is an actual thing people do - modding those dinky rickshaws with motorcycle engines, and considering they weigh nothing at all, they can REALLY FLY once you do that.

Monkey Man brings to the big screen other elements of India people might not know about, such as the gender non conforming and trans community that has a long history in India, presenting them as action stars as they go up against a system of corrupt elites oppressing part of the city, marginalized communities, and minority voices as depicted in the film. I'm not sure if people are going to get all of that without having the context, but I love that it does it without holding anyone's hands.

It's a fun action flick to see in the age of superhero films, and I say that as an obvious superhero/sff nerd. Also loved that Dev included a little bit about Hanuman's own story in the film, and the loss of his powers - almost mirrored by Kid's own loss of self/skills, strength until he confronts his trauma and is reborn, and in fact, remade (not necessarily the same). Also, the use of music was brilliant, including one scene with a tabla (the paired hand drums of south asia) - and Indian music is central to Indian stories.

This is a culture with evidence going back to the Paleolithic with cave murals showing art of Indian dance nearly 30,000 years ago. Yeah, that far back. As well as Mesolithic period art depicting musical instruments such as gongs, lyres, and more.

Indian music is some of the earliest we can find that has high developed beat and rhythm structures such as 5, 7, 9 and now the extremely common and known 4/4 and 3/4 - which so much of Western music is built upon. The foundations and experimentation of/in Jazz. John Coltrane and John Cage were heavily inspired by Indian music and incorporated a lot from it into their works. And Monkey Man blends Eastern and Western music through the narrative as comfortably as it does an Indian story in a very familiar Western accessible structure.

Dev did a wonderful job. And thanks to Jordan Peele for bringing it to screens.

#monkey man #jordan peele #dev patel #Bollywood #bollywood movies #Indian films #indian culture #India #hanuman #ganesh #south asian #Ramayama #superhero #superhero films #Indian music #bollywood songs #loved this film #great film #love this movie #john coltrane #John Cage #Jazz #music soundtrack #films #movies #movie review

[slashingdisneypasta]

Hades x Fem!Reader x Jafar || Drabble

Plot: Just something quick I was struck with the inspiration to write while watching these movies+this episode- and I'm actually pretty happy with how their characters turned out!! Set during Hercules and the Arabian Nights- You catch the eye of Jafar... meanwhile Hades, your captor and ‘owner’ for lack of a far better word is not pleased about it. Still, they somehow find a way to frustrate you as a team.

Warnings: Ehhhh... not really. You are imprisoned by Hades, though. Also severely unedited right now because my laptop is running outta charge.

“Oh~ And who is this divine creature~”

“… Hm?” You squeak, surprised at the tall, unfamiliar man suddenly approaching you- reaching for your hand. When he catches it, long fingers curl around yours and he smirks. “Oh- uh- “You were just looking for food! What’s this now?

“Ohh no no no no- “Hades suddenly appears around the strange man, the evil God that tricked you and managed to kidnap you here to this desolate place. Immediately you sigh, rolling your eyes as Hades slips around you quickly and pulls you back away from the new man so he has no choice by to let go of your hand. “No, no, no. This one’s mine, bucko. Back off.”

‘This one’s- ‘ Jaw dropping, you turn your head and look up at Hades with a frustrated frown. You- are not- “Oh, my apologies. Are you married??”

“No.” Hades repeats, letting go of you. “But I have dibs on this one- and I also own their soul, if works out better for you.”

“You… own their soul… “The man rears back, a snake stuff in his hand at his side and chest puffed out. A deadpanned look settles on face and he raises the most sarcastic of eyebrows- and you live with Hades. Sarcasm is basically a second language, here. “… How romantic.”

“Oh, and I’m sure you’re the sultan of romance, eh? Bottom line, stay away from Y/N. In fact, what the heck are you doing here, babe, what’s up? You looking for something?” By the time you realise Hades is looking at you to actually speak, now, you’re over whatever shenanigans he’s up to and just roll your eyes.

Keep your eyes on the prize, Y/N. “I was looking for lunch?”

“Great! Easy peasy- go find Pain and Panic.” With that, Hades turns you around and pushes you off in some random, dank direction - though, they’re all dank in the Underworld, -, shooing you when you turn to look over your shoulder at him. Such a squirrely man… “Go, go! Jaffy and I here have got business to attend to, I’ll play with you later.”

Your jaw drops again, at that, and you turn right around to them again with your hands on your hips. ‘Play’ with you?? Hades looks half nervous, and like he’s about to open his damn mouth again but you go and speak before he can. “Oh, don’t bother!” Rolling your eyes, you make an ‘ugh’ sound, and turn to look at ‘Jaffy’. “And I wanna know what’s going on, here now. How come you’re flesh and bone? Big Blue here trick you, too??”

“Ahh, no.” The man gives a smile, and it sends spider-leg tingles creeping all the way down your spine. Oh, boy. You always meet the worst men. “I was actually sent here by grave mistake- Hades here was just hospitable enough to help correct the mistake.”

“Ah ah ah- not exactly, pal, see we’re just making a wager- “

“Sh,” You cut Hades off quickly, holding up a finger at him that sufficiently shuts him up again. Then you turn to the other man once again while Hades’ jaw drops.  “Look, I wouldn’t trust a word outta Hades’ mouth, uhh… “

“Jafar, once the most powerful sorcerer in the world.” Theirs an heir of royal haughtiness in his tone, and you resist the urge to roll your eyes.

“Jafar. Take it from me- He’s full of shit.” The man’s eyes widen on impact, then, at your language. “He told me that line about making a wager and now I’m stuck here in this dump, and- have you met Pain and Panic?”

“Those goons?”

“Yes- them- they’re my only friends. Trust me, it’d be better for you just to go quietly.”

For a moment, Jafar ponders your words, eyes that are prettier then need-be going up and around as he thinks; Drumming fingertips against the top of his snake staff. “Hmmm… “While Jafar gives your words more thought than you, personally, think he ought to, Hades gears up to do his motor-mouth thing once again- but you give him a dark look that for some reason, he heeds. “You have a point, my dear… But I think I can handle this.”

Oh, for gods sake. Men and their egos!- Your eye twitches momentarily from irritation, but ultimately you just sigh and shake your head. Whatever. You start to turn around, to go looking for your lunch again, but Jafar reaches you first and takes your hand once again. “Might I join you for lunch? Hades was just telling me about Ambrosia, and it does sound just… delicious~ “

With that, his eyes glide all the way down your body and back up again. Your eyes flicker to Hades, see the orange flickering in his hair and nervously look back to Jafar. “Um… sure?”

~

Over lunch the God and the ‘Once Powerful Sorcerer’ discuss their plans for Hercules and another guy that Jafar has a problem with, ‘Aladdin’, and you just sit back thinking to yourself. Their evil schemes don’t interest you, and its not like you can do anything to stop them, so you just find enjoying your favourite fantasy - rolling hills, daisies, the beautiful sun dappling through trees overhead onto the soft grass under your feet… - when you realise much-too-late that both Hades and Jafar are looking at you.

Uhh… mug halfway up to your mouth, you stop immediately; Eyes wide as you look back at them, totally lost. “… what did I miss? Is there something on my face??”

Jafar chuckles. “No, dear- “

“Yeah you’re fine.” Hades cuts Jafar off quickly, flashing the man a dark glare before looking back to you- which point, Jafar gives a heavy eyeroll. “We just asked you if you might be able to help us out with something, babe,”

Immediately, suspicions rise. “… Like what?”

“Just… a little distraction.” As soon as your mouth opens again to deny the request, knowing just enough about what they might b asking you to not like it- Hades quickly goes on. “Look, we got a plan, but we need a little- “

“Shall we say… feminine touch?” Jafar cuts in, and Hades gives a shrug while your start shaking your head.

“Yeah, that. C’mon- Y/N- Nothing seedy! We just need you to hold a conversation with Al!- just so Pain and Panic can slip in and take the monkey.”

“No- no! You two are asking me to help you nab a man’s pet?? Not my idea of a fun afternoon, so no. Forget about it, I’ll be in my dungeon when you need me for something sane- “You push out of your chair and go to leave the room, when you remember the pita bread you had left over and turn back to snatch it up and take it with you. “- Oh, like baby-napping, yeah? Ugh.”

When you turn around back towards the door once again, though, Hades is directly in front of you- of course. Groaning, you roll your eyes upwards into the back of your skull and stop short as he raises his hands in a gesture of surrender- fake surrender, no doubt. “Okay, okay! I get it, not your thing. But put this into consideration- yeah?” Placing a finger into the soft skin under your chin, Hades tilts your head up to make you look at him. And his face is close- but you’re used to that by now. Well… mostly. “… You’d be outside, doing this.”

… Oh. As soon as that part sinks in, your shoulders slump. That’s right… you would get to go outside… That makes you think.

Reconsider.

“Mmm, yes. And Agrabah is beautiful, if I do say so myself.” Jafar appears at Hades' side and theirs a tricky smile on his face, but you can’t help but listen. Beautiful?? “Warm, and sunny. Blue skies, soft sand… a Destination, really.” He shrugs. “Travellers brave some very dangerous seas, for our views.”

Your mouth is dry. Your resolve is thin. You should still say no, though!… You’re a good, sane person, and-

“Also- if you did this little favour babe- I would be willing to, let’s say… loosen, the terms of your imprisonment here?” Hades adds, and you find yourself half wishing he wouldn’t say the next words, but- “Howdoya feel about weekly expeditions upstairs, eh? I’ll take you myself.”

At that, you lose all will power. Your lips part.

“… Okay I’ll do it.”

Hades and Jafar share an evil, victorious look.

#Drabble #Hades x Reader x Jafar Drabble #Hades x Reader #Jafar x Reader #Hades x Reader x Jafar #Hades x Reader Drabble #Jafar x Reader Drabble #Hercules #Aladdin #Hercules and The Arabian Nights #Disney Villains #Disney Villains x Reader

[alexanderlightweight]

Wednesday writing -

I love your stuff sooooo much 😍 makes my week. Hopefully you're having a good one.

I would be happy with anything but I really want to see some wooing/surprised at how far the other is wing to go along with them! Like Magnus taking care of amnesia Alec, or magnus getting drawn in by Alec in the adoration vs. Heck even others being surprised by this too.

Honestly I'm just going to be happy with anywhere your muse goes but just give me some emotions! You're so good at it.

Hey! Thank you for the compliment and the well wishes! This week is doing much better than last thank you! I hope you’re having a good week!

I hope you enjoy this, it’s in all my fears forgotten

I hope these are enough emotions, let me know if you want more

💜 lumine

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Magnus looks over the files that have been sent to him with a frown before he finally decides on his course of action.

Out of the half a dozen files that came through, only one is Magnus positive that Alexander would feel comfortable with.

It’s with an easy conscience that he signs over his consorts Institute to Mirai Lakecastle, Alexander’s second and someone competent and sure-headed enough to keep it together.

The clave will have no reason to argue and Mirai abides by the same code as Alec, it’s why Magnus picks her.

That and Alexander’s trust.

His faith and confidence in his second has grown since their first meeting and Magnus trusts Alexander’s instincts and his opinion.

It’s a lot of power to sign over, especially so quickly.

Magnus could do so much with the authority Alexander gave him but he doesn’t care. Magnus has a new and widely coveted political power and clout. It’s unthinkable that he would sign it over with so little hesitation or use. Yet Magnus wants nothing more than to concentrate on tending to his love who has changed so much and yet so little.

Alexander is truly no different than he was, only that he is how he was before the wounds of his past chiseled him into the man Magnus loves.

And yet he is also the man Magnus loves, the very foundation of him and Magnus finds that he adores him desperately.

Magnus cannot lose Alexander, as long as he is by his side then Magnus is happy to love him as he is, however he is.

Which means that there is no time to waste playing clave politics when Magnus can be introducing Alexander to a thousand things his boy had forgotten he once wanted. It’s a cursed blessing, to learn so many secrets that Alexander himself only remembered by forgetting so much.

Magnus opens a small portal, just enough to send his own response back to Alyssa. Then as soon as it’s confirmed to have been received, he snaps it closed and goes to find his boy.

Alexander is outside lying on his stomach, stretched out over thick green moss and dipping his fingers into the cold shallows of the nearby brook.

There are bright flashes of color as the fish dart around his touch and the rocks and Magnus laughs, heart lifting despite the weight of this morning.

“Enjoying yourself?” He asks, kneeling next to Alexander and pressing a palm to his shoulder.

“It’s cool and the suns bright,” Alexander sends him a faint smile before looking back at the water. “I don’t remember doing things like this before.”

Magnus doubts that he has and worse, they’ve hardly had time to even think of something as simple as a picnic where this could happen.

“Should we go boating?” He asks without a second thought and Alexander gives him a pleased smile and a nod. “Wonderful darling, I’ll set up a pavilion boat,” Magnus waves a hand as he speaks, “they run on magic, lovely. Absolutely divine and much better for the environment.”

In his delight, Magnus gets absorbed in his thoughts for a moment. It’s just a moment, but it’s long enough to miss the adoring and content smile that Alexander sends him.

Or that his eyes, while still confused, are deeply pooled with indulgent devotion.

#lumine writes #writing wednesday #writing wednesdays #all my fears forgotten #shadowhunters #magnus bane #alec lightwood #malec

[kaiser-author-san-iii]

In Pursuit of Happiness | Various Genshin Impact Men x Reader

Okay honestly, did not expect such a response for this story. Haha. I’m not really a great writer either and even if I do have an idea, I force myself to continue the story despite having no plot. I just post. But thanks so much for all the love so far guys. This fandom has been really welcoming to me and its fun befriending people with the same love for the story and characters. 

If you guys are curious, yes, I post this along side ao3 and maybe even thinking about posting it on wattpad too but who’s to say. 

Well, due to popular demand, I shall post the second chapter. 

Not beta read/proofed, we die like Signora

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Summary: The task of an aunt was no easy thing, especially towards a rambunctious and curious nephew who can not sit still. After a bad car accident, the two of them awaken in the world of Teyvat where Y/n must do her best to not only keep herself and her nephew alive to find a way back home but to also beat back all kinds of suitors and become the pseudo mother to every child she meets and her nephew befriends.

CHAPTER 2: The Wandering Lady of Teyvat

People were getting more anxious and happen to be more rambunctious in finding the said Divine Creator.

Y/n had no bother in that as she was more focused in creating new works. It was a sight to see people, especially the women, swoon over the fictional Mr. Darcy after recalling as much as she could from the book. If she wasn’t going to read the books ever again if she doesn’t go back home, then she could at least write her favorite books for not only herself to enjoy but for others as well.

It was interesting to see children in Mondstadt to aim to become Spider-Man too, even singing the theme song.

Books were fun, but Y/n enjoyed taking walks just as much as she loved painting as she would always travel on foot with [Nephew’s name] following closely behind and when they got to a certain point, a few of their forest friends and creatures would pop out and follow them as well. Sometimes, Y/n would have a basket filled with food and her sketchbook since she would sketch the landscape. It was fun to draw the fantastical and beautiful vegetation all around her. It was especially fun to draw the creatures as well as it made her feel like she was a concept artist for a game or a show.

It made her feel like her favorite concept artists from her old world.

What she didn’t know was the powers as her being the Divine Creator were being unconsciously used as whatever she sketched and thought about would be created and brought to life somewhere in Teyvat. The creatures that she drew were at first confused at the world around them until they found more of their kind who then proceeded to inform the newly born creature of who created them – Y/n, the Divine Creator.

Y/n found it quite strange that the animals of Teyvat were always approaching her and her nephew. Heck, even the slimes and the hilichurls would approach them, attempting to do whatever they wanted like travel to Liyue and back or even go to Dragonspine. That was where the Pyro slimes came to use as they would hop around the two with Y/n taking notes and [Nephew’s name] waving at the Cryo slimes that were there, wiggling and emitting a warm aura around them. But there was just something about [Nephew’s name] and his connection with animals that seemed so natural. Even back home, he would always rave on and on about having a farm, a petting zoo, etc. It didn’t help that his dad grew up around a farm and helped raise animals.

He loved the animals and slimes so much that he brought back some of them to the Hilichurl camp they stayed at and nursed them back to health like the small songbird, a rabbit, and an enormous Hydro Slime he affectionately called Billy.

It was a strange day when Billy came to their every day lives as it seemed to have protected some other slimes that were guarding the path that lead to the Hilichurl camp from people. That was also something that Y/n picked up as people were afraid, even hostile towards the creatures that helped them so much. It didn’t seem fair as they were always a joy to be around. The Hilichurls were a hoot, dancing almost every night or when they are happy, the Mitachurls were these big protectors and [Nephew’s Name] had fun climbing up their backs or shields and they would always become a nervous mess when he was about to fall and always made sure to be mindful of their strength. The Samachurls were the wise ones, with one with an ability to heal, they were always there to help the others make a full recovery. They also helped Y/n with finding herbs and teach her about healing as well when the time came.

Her moment to shine came as she saw the big Hydro slime in front of her, giving her the hopeful and tired smile or at least what a slimes equivalent to a smile was. It kept looking at the young woman as she made quick work with the help of a Hydro Samachurl that was nearby as a Hilichurl held [Nephew’s Name] back as he was curious about the big slime.

It made a full recovery and [Nephew’s Name] grew attached to it to the point he named it Billy. With the slimes that he protected leading you to where the Hilichurls found them, Billy was protecting the slimes from the Knights of Favonius that were coming to investigate why the path they were in right now was fortified like a wall and the hilichurls were very aggressive to people these days. As a thank you for letting them stay with them, Y/n made sure to travel far away so as to not think that she was in kahoots with Hilichurls even though she was. She just didn’t want anything to happen to her new friends, especially since they were always helping take care of her nephew and he enjoyed their company.

As she was out, embarking in many paths and meeting new acquaintances, it was a sight to see that people made shrines of this Divine Creator. But the funny thing was that it had an uncanny resemblance to her own face, even gems the same color of her eyes right where the eyes should be.

… These people were serious.

She had to buy many cosmetics and remember all the make up tutorials she watched and studied under her sister to walk through cities as who knows what these people would do if they found someone that had similar features to her. It could go one way or the other – say that she’s blessed and highly favored by the Creator to have been bestowed a similar face or highly persecuted for committed blasphemy and hunted down like an animal for having a similar face.

If the people found out that the look alike can shapeshift, they’re going to tell the church.

Either way, she didn’t want to be involved much with the politics of this world, especially since she heard tell of the Fatui. What she’s been hearing were interesting and it would be best to avoid areas that they frequented, especially if she was with her nephew.

She will be damned if he ever got mixed with the wrong crowd of people in a fantasy world.

That and if she was reckless, her sister would murder her.

It sent shivers down her spine at the horrors she would endure if one hair out of line if they returned home. Such horrors gave her more chills than the icy winds of Dragonspine and Snezhnaya.

The good thing about being in a new world where neither of them had to worry about modern technology, school, or work is that they now had all the time in the world and with the ever-growing list of hobbies that Y/n partakes, she does lots of mineral and material collecting when she has the chance and even a few objectives to earn more mora in between the seven nations.

Money is money after all.

Spare no expense when it comes to her adorable nephew who she believes needs to be spoiled occasionally.

-x-

Today they were in Liyue, the two walking towards Liyue harbor, deciding to visit Bubu Pharmacy for a check up for [Nephew’s name]. She had full trust of the Samachurls, but she wanted a second opinion on her Nugget’s health.

Holding his hand gently, they climbed up the many steps to the grand building, but not before enjoying the scenery of the city and way to the pharmacy where they came to face to face with the receptionist, who happened to be a little girl with cute eyes and beautiful violet purple hair. She had to hold back her squeal as she found her so adorable before coughing lightly and flashed a smile.

“Welcome to Bubu Pharmacy. I am Qiqi.” Said the girl as she looked at the young woman, suddenly feeling warmth radiating from the lady that was looking at her. It mainly came from her, but she could feel slight hints from the boy that also stared at her with fascination.

“Hello Qiqi. I’m Y/n, and this is [Nephew’s name]. We’re here for an appointment for this one.”

“Appointment…” The girl suddenly made a focused face or at least how focused a zombie could look as she opened a book in front of her to then look up at the young woman again.

“Yes, appointment for [Nephew’s Name]. Dr. Baizhu will be here soon.”

She was already acting so grown up! Ah, her heart couldn’t take it as she almost fell over backwards if it wasn’t for her nephew holding onto her hand. She thought her nephew could be this cute, but this girl hardly even tried. Girls were always such a wonder as Y/n and her older sister always talked about either of them having a daughter and how they would spoil her rotten with lots of clothes though they already do the same thing to [Nephew’s name] already. But shopping for girl’s clothes was so darn rewarding,

Well, that is if they wanted to have a feminine clothing style. It didn’t matter to Y/n as they would be cute, nonetheless.

Dear lord, she’s started to sound like Elizabeth from Black Butler.

“Hi Qiqi! I’m [Nephew’s name]! I hope we can be best friends! I don’t go into the cities a lot.” The boy said sheepishly as he tried to get a closer look at the girl, who wore talismans on her body. She really was a zombie.

How cool was that?

Qiqi wore a dreary look on her face as she looked on at the boy, who was smiling at her. She hardly had time to leave the Pharmacy as she helped Baizhu quite a lot as the receptionist. Lately, it’s been getting a little hard because of the growing cold weather. After hearing all this, Y/n immediately went into mother mode and precured a blanket and scarf for the girl from her ‘Mystical’ bag of wonder that carried more that it should have.

Or at least that’s what Nugget calls it. He once saw his aunt pull out one of the axes for the Mitachurls.

Carefully wrapping the scarf around the girls’ neck and the blanket around the young girl, she stepped back to look her proud work, smiling at just how adorable she looked.

“There. If you need any more blankets, just say the word. Though you’ll probably have to look for me around the marsh.” She said a bit bashfully with [Nephew’s name] nodding more, probably thinking of having play dates with the zombie girl. Yes, his first friend that wasn’t a slime or a hilichurl was coming to fruition. Now if only his aunt could get the attention of a worthy man and it would all fall into place!

“I apologize for the wait you’ve endured.” There was a rich voice coming from behind the [H/c]-ette’s to see a tall and handsome emerald haired man. Yes, his hair was one of the first things to notice but the eyes were second as they appeared almost amber like – gold even.

Though the only thing that [Nephew’s name] bothered to notice was the-

“Snake! And it’s so pretty!” he cried out happily as he jumped forward and looked up at the albino snake wrapped around the man’s neck like a scarf. Back in their old world, there was the Caduceus, a staff with two snakes coiled around it – it was the official insignia of the public health service or anyone that worked within the medical field.

The snake seemed to bask in the attention as it lifted its head pridefully, looking at the young boy with interest.

“You are too kind, young one.” The snake said, earning a more awe look from the boy.

“And she talks too! An Albino snake that talks!”

Y/n had to cover her mouth at her nephew’s adorable fascination with animals again all while the albino snake seemed to already hold the boy in some high favor. Though, she didn’t escape the stare of Bubu Pharmacy’s doctor as she finally took notice of him and bowed lightly.

“Ah! Y-yes. Forgive me. And do not worry of our wait. Qiqi here was quite a delight with us.” She turned over to look at the young girl, smiling again as the doctor followed her gaze to see the same Qiqi be covered in a blanket and scarf all while it looked like flowers were floating around her as she gently snuggled more into the warmth that her new gifts provided.

“I see.” Baizhu was entertained to say the least as he looked at the woman before him, feeling as if she was quite familiar but couldn’t say otherwise other than feeling the warmth that radiated from her along with the young boy that she was with. She was a beauty, yes. And looked to be quite young, her [h/c] strands framing her face as she seemed to have quite a distant look. The clothes that she wore were a tad strange, making him believe that the woman in front of him was a traveler of sorts.

The two followed Baizhu to the back, [Nephew’s name] still talking to the snake, the two finding out her name was Changsheng.

Getting dressed into a gown, the boy soon answered all questions asked by the doctor and if he was stumped, Y/n would fill in.

The scars that were from a year earlier from the accident were still present and Baizhu asked about them.

“Treasure hoarders. He and I barely made it out only thanks to our family.”

The tone in the atmosphere darkened lightly but to Y/n and her Nugget, it was all just a fabricated story. Yes, you lost your family, but whoever was curious weren’t going to ask more about dead family members if that’s the story.

Changsheng having gotten close to the boy felt lots of sympathy as the boy had to see lots of horrors so suddenly. She felt sympathy for the mother as well, having to be the only one to raise the boy.

“I see. I’m sorry for your loss. I’m sure your son is blessed to have a mother like you.”

To witness the blushing face of the woman in front of her was blissful gift as Y/n quickly shook her head almost comically, her nephew laughing as the warmth from earlier had come back but this time it was much stronger.

So strong in fact that a certain amber-eyed archon noticed and almost dropped his cup of tea as he hurriedly stood to his feet and rushed out to follow where the warmth came from.

Back to Y/n, she finally attempted to speak.

“No. No! He’s not my son! He is my nephew. Well, I suppose I can see where people confuse us as mother and son…” she said, the blush on her cheeks still present as the emerald haired doctor chuckled in amusement.

“My apologies. I was in the wrong to assume. You two seem quite close.”

“Yeah! Auntie is very nice to me! She’s there for me even I know mommy isn’t here anymore.”

“Hey now. Stop that gloomy talk or else Dr. Baizhu won’t reward you with a piece a candy.” Y/n playfully pinched her Nugget’s cheeks, making him whine playfully but it did earn a laugh as Baizhu pulled up a small lollipop from his pocket. [Nephew’s name] then proceeded to behave, doing whatever Dr. Baizhu told him to just as they finished up, Y/n heard a voice.

‘Oh, great Divine Creator. Wherever you are, I hope that you are safe. Please, if you can hear me, please return to us. And keep my son safe wherever he is.’

Y/n stopped, clutching her head as her suspicion of who she is to these people were proving her right so far. And of all times to be proved right… what headache. Literally.

This is giving her Kamisama Hajimemashite vibes.

“Is something wrong? Do you feel pain?” Baizhu’s voice was next to her and turning towards him, her [e/c] eyes seeing the worried look, followed by her nephew and Changsheng.

“It’s just a passing headache, Doctor. Perhaps I’ve neglected to eat and drink this morning in worry of my nephew’s health. He’s been such a healthy boy and hardly gets sick but nonetheless, I worry.”

“He’s a healthy boy. In fact, almost too healthy. It’s good for children to take a tumble or two, you know.” Baizhu watched the [H/c]-ed boy talk to Changsheng more, wanting to know more about the snake as they blissfully ignored the two adults.

“I’m aware. Again, thank you Dr. Baizhu.”

“It’s my pleasure. Be sure to schedule another appointment if you want to be up to date with his health with Qiqi.”

The doctor walked them back out to the reception with Qiqi waiting patiently, writing down the names for next months appointment. Afterwards, she took off the scarf and blanket only for Y/n to shake her head and smile as she handed them back to the girl.

“Keep them. We have plenty more. I have too much time on my hands that I forget how many I make.” If Qiqi could get any happier, she would if it wasn’t for the fact she hardly makes any expressions. There were far more flowers radiating from her as she snuggled closer to the blankets than before. Baizhu and Changsheng showed them off as they waved them goodbye.

After walking a certain distance, walking to a secluded spot of Liyue harbor, Y/n and Nugget held onto each other. There was a small playful glint in her eyes as she eyed the clear skies, unaware of one man walking closer to them as he followed them when they left Bubu Pharmacy. He could feel the warmth coming from both, yet the one he was mainly focused on was the woman beside the child, who gently talked to them, saying a few jokes before walking towards a secluded part of the harbor – away from prying eyes.

“Alright Nugget. Hold on tight, okay?”

“Got it!”

They walked further into the alley way and before the Archons very eyes, the two shot up into the air suddenly but instead of falling towards the ground, they kept afloat without the need of a glider. The woman and child looked as if they were walking through the skies of Liyue and only him did he notice the strange phenomenon.

They walked all the way to the direction of Dihua Marsh, where he made sure to follow them.

I’m a big howls moving castle fan okay and cause I'm still waiting on Baizhu so I can pull him! Ah, Qiqi is so cute and I will literally adopt her if I ever see her. Also I’m trying to make these chapters long not only as a challenge to myself but also to just make it feel like a light novel hahaha. Oh, maybe I can make cover arts and just scenes of the story when I have the time. I’m kinda excited. Also, Billy the Hydro Slime is our mascot/friend. We must protect Billy. Anyways, thanks for reading! Be sure to like, reblog, ask me to add you on the taglist for updates, maybe even share some ideas since I’m still figuring out the plot. 

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[ctheathy]

Yandere The Angel headcanons

Yandere The Angel x Reader

Yandere Headcanons [SFW]

It may come off as slightly out of character to those who have dove deeper into his persona, but I wish to tell you; that was exactly what I was going for. I could easily just write him down as some barbarian who does nothing more than take the lives of those around you, but where’s the fun in that? That might as well be his neutral form without any of the romance included. I enjoy writing for unique aspects in yandere aus, and this just so happens to be my own.

Potential ⚠️TWs⚠️ :

General toxicity • Yanderes • Depression • Descriptions of Insanity • Su!c!de mention • Slight death+murder detail • Sadistic behaviour [Only from the Angel ,, Not directed torwards darling] • Possessiveness • Superiority complex • Narcissism • Fascination with death • Guilt tripping • Worship

At first glance, the Angel seems like a very ... Complex character. He’s sadistic, cruel, barbaric and very much disrespectful to those who have passed on to the next life; showing no sorrow in their deaths and feeling the need to mock those who are on the verge of it. Much of the characteristics that would be considered a whole lot more reasonable for quite the opposite than the angelic form they take on. All of that and proportionally for little to no reason behind it either. He simply enjoys the things that he does for the thrill of it, having zero remorse in the matter whatsoever ... But there’s an aspect I haven’t seen anybody remorselessly think nor talk about just yet. One that not only has the capability of breaking some of those inhumane personality traits down, but in causing his yandere tendencies to show up. It’s time we take a look far into the future, one much further than any given screentime could ever be.

Over the years he starts to grow bored of his targets. As there's heavily implied that the Angel is very much self aware and has the capability of interacting with future victims of either suicidal reasonings, near death experiences, due to them being on the verge of the afterlife to begin with or himself simply shooting the brains out of them out of satisfaction; any potential survivors after having met the Angel would have likely lost their lives by him not all too long after or have fallen into complete insanity by the relentless and nonstopping disturbing presence alone.

Most assumptions on meeting this considered holy being would likely either move torwards fearing it for their lives, the realisation setting in that it holds the power to literally end anyone’s life they desire to take; or instead going as far to worship the divine appearance, viewing it as a sign of hope and good luck, doing anything it requests in order to keep this mere delusion of themselves living and holding no limits in order to do so, to the point where in the end the only considered thing blessing for them would be the mental institution taking them in. And although these occurrences used to be delightful for him, The Angel has rarely ever experienced anything else. All it takes is one little difference in behaviour what would be more than enough to set him off. Foreignness filling his veins and a feeling of curiosity and desire starting to bloom inside of him.

I cannot help but enjoy the thought of the Angel craving nothing but normality for once in a while. Messing with people on the boundary of life and death is fun. Heck, even toying with the mortal’s emotions shall remain enjoyable and very much so entertaining for the Angel, but it’s important to remember that it’s all he’s ever used to. The Angel holding younger//childish characteristics and curious desires makes it only obvious their ways shall become atleast somewhat boring to them over time. He gets tired of everything being in constant repeat. He wants--no he needs something else to keep his own cravings intact eventually.

Am I implying that the Angel has been a ticking time bomb all along?

Yes, that’s exactly what I’m going after.

When treating him as some equal, neutral entity; almost like he didn’t just take somebody’s life right in front of you, he’s close to feeling offended in a way. He understands he speaks and looks like any other human being would minus the common angelic features, but surely you should have gotten the hint by now that he’s on a much higher level than any of you mortals could ever be. But instead you ... Don’t. Or either just do not care about the Angel’s position as the assistant of literal Death himself in the slightest, which both wouldn’t be all too far out of reach for your case, but this instead makes him feel absolutely outraged and severely taken aback; rather close to just making the presumption that your sanity levels had already been long gone to begin with. No other human has ever treated him the same way you have, so what was the deal with you here? You’re definitely on the border of weird in his opinion, but also intrusively compelling, which is exactly where this unwanted obsession of his would make a start.

No matter how the two of you would have met, the Angel wouldn’t want you dead like he might have had in plan beforehand. Due to how dull his life had been, it’s only obvious he would have easily noticed how much more alive he’s gotten after your sudden arrival in his life, it’s likely been hundreds of years since he’s felt this way--no- Even generally speaking, he felt better than he’s ever had. If anything, all those damned years can go to waste for all he cares. You’ve become his main and likely only source of happiness at this point, and although he would never show nor admit to this in any case, he’s been just as miserable as those occasional mortals suffering from depression in all those years.

Yet would the one struggling with similar issues be his darling, he’d be a whole lot less reasonable among his entire circle of life perspective, casting it aside in hopes of them listening to his childlike, yet genuine pleads for their beating heart. Quite literally guilt tripping you in the process, having zero problem nor shame in forcing out a few crocodile tears in order to keep you on your feet properly. He’s had a mindset that could usually only be considered as insensitive and apathetic; finding any kinds of suffering viewed as pleasant, and although he still truly is torwards any other human being out there, he could never wish the same upon his darling, no matter how natural it may feel for him.

Despite how the normal Angel would be fairly careless with his victims, just trying to get the job done with and not feeling any particular way when doing so, yandere Angel gains a habit of becoming a whole lot more ... Aggressive torwards any rivals of his that might pop up. Despite having a seemingly small image and usually just going for the gun to do the job for him, the Angel would have no problem literally ripping apart whoever with bare hands, tearing off the chunks of flesh of anybody unlucky enough to grab your attention. And may they have the convenience to survive? Well- A few or thirty stabs and knife wounds on the body would surely do the trick instead. Although he’d usually be one to show these through childish acts and mannerisms, his possessive nature has become him to be a whole lot more emotionally expressive with his true emotions among the circumstances of the situation.

For something more on the romantic side, I can see him being a severely overprotective, teasing, cunning and sarcastic, yet perhaps somewhat needy being torwards his darling. On a more immature note, he’d likely also be one to throw childish fits when not getting what he desires, even lack of attention for the day causing his mood to sour greatly. He’s an entity that’s lacked any kinds of normal connections, as some would say it, so having gained one through you would make him quite the clingy saint; always hovering around you throughout your usual routines and holding your side close at the seemingly worst moments along the day. He’s also one to wrap you around in his wings, who unsurprisingly, are fairly soft, feeling much like those of doves would, yet also fluffy in a way. He’d also use this technique when feeling particularly jealous in any of your daily moments together. Any potential threats and unwanted observation being given shall learn what it’s like to have a bullet be shot through their foreheads.

The Angel has chosen you as the muse of his life and he’ll go to severe extends to show the entire world that if he has to, feeling the need to wrap you up and keep you away from any of their horrendous behaviours and thinking that could potentially rub their ways off on you. You’re the true angel in his eyes. You’ve saved him of a lifelong fate that no other could have considerably freed him from. He finds himself being an unstable wreck before all that and it’s only then when just the wrong darling shows up

who knows how long he has the capability of following them around before he’ll snap?

#the angel x reader #angel x reader #angel of death x reader #avogado6 the angel x reader #avogado6 angel #avogado6 #yandere angel

[lampmanliveblogs]

Ah, I see The Collector used his space magic to summon a book filled with the completed version of all the fanfics I’ve never finished. I know I always say it’ll be a miracle if I ever get all my ideas written down, but I didn’t think it’d take an actual miracle.

You guys might think I’m exaggerating, and I am for comedic effect, but not by much. Just today, I started jotting down yet more notes on my phone while eating lunch at work. What if Masha discovered that they had psychic powers? I have so many unfinished first chapters, short snippets of dialogue, and premises for stories written down on my computer, phone, in various notebooks, pieces of cardboard, and reciept paper lying around. It’s honestly a bit ridiculous.

Oh wait, the pages are stone slabs? Or maybe they’re supposed to be clay tablets? That’s kinda cool actually, brings to mind the earliest stories written down by man in our own world. You know, like the Epic of Gilgamesh.

…hold on, I gotta go get myself a drink to dramatically spit out in shock and disbelief, give me a sec.

…

”Right, now where was I?” I say as I sit back down with a refreshing beverage. I rewind the video by a few seconds and hits play as I take a sip of my drink.

”Collectors live long, we watch things pass.”

”Pfft!” I spit out my drink in shock and disbelief, spraying my computer screen with liquid. ”What!?” I exclaim between coughs. ”Other Collectors?

I mean yeah, sure, The Collector is a child of the stars and whatnot, I kinda figured there’d maybe be some subtle hint at a larger pantheon out there, but, uh… I guess we get it confirmed right here, right now. I was even thinking of including a joke about The Collector’s parents being Mother Nature and Father Time, I just couldn’t figure out how to work it in.

Alright, calm down Lampman, think…

Based on this short summary, it appears that the collectors are if not gods, then at the very least god-like beings. They travel the cosmos and collect specimen of various lifeforms to preserve them in their collections. That in and of itself doesn’t sound all that horrible… but, ah… that second paragraph is a bit concerning.

Should the mortal beings they collect begin to meddle in the affairs of the Collectors (like, oh, I dunno, maybe NOT wanting to be turned into a collectible), they’ll scorch the planet and wipe them all out. Which… yeah that sounds about right for gods of mythology.

Our little Lord of the Fireflies doesn't like that mentality though, they’d rather play games and have fun and make friends (though evidently, The Collector still don’t care too much about what the mortals want).

Right of the bat, this does make me wonder something: is it possible that The Collector we saw in the Owlbeast’s flashback in Knock, Knock, Knockin’ on Hooty’s Door wasn’t THE Collector, but another collector? Cause that’d explain why that one didn’t look a whole lot like this Prince of Plastic

It also makes we wonder if maybe The Collector ISN’T the Grand Huntsman worshipped by the Titan Trappers, but rather, another collector (or several of them). Indeed, we see at the bottom of the page, three collectors looming over several worshipping humans. Because’s I’ve been wondering about that; aside from calling King’s dad a bully for putting him in divine time-out, The Collector really didn’t seem to have much against Titans from what we’ve seen thus far. Heck, he was super excited to meet King. So could it be that The Collector was not the one responsible for wiping out the Titans, but rather some other collector?

What I’m thinking right now is that The Collector is the divine equivalent of a kid that ran away from home. And their family either doesn’t care, doesn’t know, or enough time has not passed for them to notice.

(hm… a kid that ran away from home because they didn’t fit in with their peers… where have I heard a similar story before…?)

(the book mentions that the collectors would scorch the air… the demon realm planet is covered in a boiling sea… perhaps scorching the air is a more poetic way of saying ”set off a bunch of volcanoes”? In real life, the worst mass extinction event known was caused not by the meteorite that wiped out the non-avian dinosaurs, but a massive flood basalt taking place about 251.9 million years ago, colloquially referred to as ”The Great Dying.” Volcanoes are good at killing stuff, is my point. and undersea volcanoes spewing out lava would explain why the sea is always boiling)

I mean, look at this face. Does this look like the face of someone who could wipe out a race of giants? Look at him! He couldn’t hurt a fly.

Except Belos, but he doesn’t count.

And I guess they did turn an island’s worth of people into puppets and force them to play along in their games, hmmm…

#the owl house #liveblog #the owl house liveblog #for the future #toh s3e2

[seelestia]

Do you think wanderer would wear the new outfit in real life? Or will he modify it a little, maybe?

(By the way, awak sihat kee? I just got my add math result, mmm, so far so good.)

OHHH, I LOVE THIS TYPE OF QUESTIONS!! especially when it comes to this funky lil guy because i cannot get over this look. and yeppp, saya sihat jer! add math can be susah tho, so i hope you're doing well too <3 LET'S GET INTO IT 🤭

© banner is by @dFuma_pQr on twt!

if i were to give my two cents, i think he may not wear it irl unless nahida (or you, if you're someone important to him) asks him to go undercover or just any good enough reason besides 'catching up with the latest trends' because he could care less about that.

("you need to blend in! you look more fontainian like this, right?" "...shut up.")

don't take wanderer as someone averse to new things, though — heck, he even uses 'the divine favor' or a vision or whatever you wanna call that measly thing despite his absolute hate for gods because it's a new source of power — but this? his current clothes are perfectly fine, so new ones just for the sake of it are pointless. of course, if you say "because it makes you look good" to him as a reason, he'd smack you.

but in the case that he has to, i think he'd modify it a tiny bit. probably said it's too 'suffocating' and then pulled the collar down to his shoulders or smth because he loves seeing mortified expressions on people when he's "not doing something he's supposed to" LOL (what a twisted sense of mischief). jkjk, but he'd just adjust it to his own liking since well, you gave these to him so he can do whatever he wants with them, right?

#WHEN HE WHEN WHEN HE #i hate to say it but #he looks good #ask box! 📬 #anon visitors! 🔎 #scaramouche #wanderer

[thischarmingand]

12, 22 and 25 for the book ask!

12. Any books that disappointed you?

A few thinks really annoyed me but as far as things I assumed I was going to enjoy the heck out of, I'm shocked by how cold I was left by the final volumes of DIE, Keiron Gillen's insanely successful comic series about adults forced to return to a DnD inspired realm they got trapped in as kids. I really really enjoyed Gillen's The Wicked + The Divine (minus the Harry Potter-esq epilogue that we don't talk about) but this was just too self consciously clever and every interesting, big idea it had was over to fast to get at the raw bleeding heart of the thing. None of it made me feel more than 'huh, interesting idea.'

I think the RPG based on it has promise, though. The character classes (especially Emotion Knights, who burn through a specific feeling to use their powers, and Dictators, who can change reality with their voices) are so juicy.

22. What's the longest book you read?

Alanna and I have been reading The Name of the Rose by Umberto Eco for over a year, so longest both in page count and timespan. I still love this book but oh man it's not a good one to read aloud. As I've said to Alanna, in retrospect this is a book that feels like it's intentionally written so that sometimes you look at a page that's just full of an innane list of items, or untranslated Latin, or what have you and go 'ah, I see, Umberto Eco is fucking with me,' and skim.

On my own, it was The Marigold by Andrew F. Sullivan, a weird novel set in a not-very-futuristic all-too-realistic dystopian Toronto where sentient mold is slowly taking over everything and sinking the town into Lake Ontario, not that anyone cares. (Would recommend. It's quite weird.)

25.What reading goals do you have for next year?

I wanted 2023 to be the year I read a lot more horror by women and... I failed. I read two amazing horror novels by women at the start of the year (two of the best books I read all year even!) but then it was dud after dud after DNF from then on. I'd love to find some more authors who are writing horror as opposed to romantic thrillers that get misfiled. I don't need a third act twist, I just need ghosts.

Anyway, going to keep trying. At least Alison Rumfitt (of second-best horror novel of the year) has a new one out.

#books of 2023

[quantum-leap-writing-prompts]

Quantum Leap Writing Prompt: No Higher Power

Somehow, somewhen, at some point, it is slowly revealed to Sam and Al that his Leaps are not based on helping people and fixing history for the better--

It's revealed to Sam that every time he Leaps, the length of time that he Leaps is completely random, it just so happens to have been lining up with when he thought he had helped the correct person to 'fix' history and Leap.

Pretty much, Sam is told, point blank: you don't have to help people to Leap. You can't get stuck in a Leap because you "failed" to help someone, because there's nothing to fail. There is no higher purpose, you don't have to help people to move on.

Obviously, this comes as a shock to both Sam (who has been convinced that God is Leaping him around --( and heck, maybe it's "God" himself from Mirror Images telling him this straight to his face)-- and Al, who at least believed in the theory that Sam is here for the purpose of helping people.

Al goes back to HQ to have Ziggy check this new theory against her databanks, leaving Sam to ponder this new information.

When he returns, Al sits down next to Sam where he's sitting on a park bench and asks "So what are you gonna do now? Where do we go from here?"

And Sam just turns to him like "Eh? Al, what are you talking about. As far as I'm concerned, nothing's changed." He says, breath fogging in the cold.

Al blinks at him in confusion. "What do you mean? Everything's changed!"

Sam shrugged again, the mountain of winter coats wrapped around him rising and falling. "Not really. It's a relief to know I can't get trapped in a Leap, yeah, but other than that.... I'm still going to help people." He explained, "Only now I know it's because it's entirely my choice, I finally have free will, and I'm going to use it to help the people around me. I don't need to fear..."

Sam waved a hand shaking from the cold, searching for the words, before continuing "...divine punishment as motivation to do good. I want to do good, not to avoid something bad happening to me, like getting stuck in a Leap as some kind of punishment, but because I want to help the people around me. I want to put more kindness into the world, and I don't need to have personal gain to do that."

Al is about to respond, but a man in a leather worker's jumpsuit has just approached the bench where Sam is sitting, and is holding out a hand to shake while the other holds four very large denomination bills.

"Hey there, brother. It's too cold out here, and it's going to be even colder tomorrow. Take this. There's an extended-stay hotel two blocks that way, I know the manager. I'll help you carry you things if you need it, and they have an all hours restaurant, too. Let me buy you a hot meal." The working man says, and Sam smiles at Al before accepting the man's handshake.

Sam and the working man walk into the twilight towards the hotel, discussing job opportunities and local welfare programs available.

#quantum leap #ql #quantum leap writing prompts #sam beckett #al calavicci #im having thoughts okay #thers something very interesting about Sams insistence and reliaince on his leaps bein because of a higher power #but what if he realized this trueky is all his own choice to help people? #that you dont need a higher poeer to motivate you to he kind?

[lorddoom01]

TOTK Spoilers ahead

I finally beat Tears of the Kingdom. It was good. Gameplay was fun. The world always had something new to discover. The building mechanic was fun (expect EVERY open world game to begin stapling this on). Overall, the maps and gameplay manage to over shadow the game's biggest issue.

And that is the story. It does work well enough to keep you pushing along, but there are a lot of nitpicks that keep crawling around my mind and I feel I need to vent them out. Like, Ganondorf is just evil for evil's sake. I know he is the bad guy, but I would have liked a bit more depth. Even a simple "I want to rule everything so no one can rule over me," rather than just "I want to make a world of darkness." Or all the sheikah tech just being deleted from the world, with only the smallest of nods to it having existed.

And then we have the repeated "everything important happened in the past," which works far less in this title than in Breath of the Wild. The snippets of the past don't tell us enough. We don't get to see the relationships Zelda builds with the people of the past. We get major moments, but we still need the information as to how we get there. Like the Zelda doppelgänger, where did Ganondorf get that and why clone Zelda in that era. At least in Breath of the Wild, the past events have meaning to Link. It is his relationship to the Zelda, his relationship with the other champions (all of whom are present in spirit in the current day and have people who knew them or knew of them), and Zelda's own feelings. The simple fact they didn't have silent Link limiting the dialogue means Tears of the Kingdom should have been able to pull more out of the scenes, but it feels like less. The original sages are nobodies, just the reused Breath of the Wild champion models with masks on. There is NOTHING beyond them. Even Mineru is almost a nobody, with two just two short scenes in the past. Heck, we see so little of Sonia and Rauru I question if they ever had kids. Granted Zelda exists, so they must have. But it isn't good I'm questioning it.

Back to the subject of the Sages, their powers are a massive downgrade. Aside from Tulin (who is the best) and Yunobo (when you are piloting a machine), the powers are a pain to use. Having to chase down your companion in the middle of a fight to use their power is a great way to get blindsided. And for some reason Yunobo has lost is powers from the first game.

And then there is the absence of the sheikah tech. It is just gone, like it never existed. And it is really bugs me. The Divine Beasts, the Towers, and all the Guardians (save for one corpse) were just crt+x'd out of reality. They don't need to bring the Divine Beast dungeons back, but they should at least be present on the overworld. Damaged by Gloom or incapacitated by the disasters the Upheaval caused. There should have been a guardian scrapyard somewhere. And the retracted Towers should have been in the depths (maybe even throw one or two sheikah shrines down there) given that is where they are supposed to be hidden when not in use.

Anyways, beyond all that complaining, it is still a good game. Always more to do to suck you in, definitely setting up the next trend for AAA studio games (for better and worse). I'm excited to see how crazy some of the builds are going to get.

#Spoilers #the legend of zelda #tears of the kingdom #breath of the wild #tears of the kindom spoilers #ranting

[razieltwelve]

Gary Gary Gary Gorgonopsid (Final Rose x Kuma Kuma Kuma Bear)

Averia died.

And then she opened her eyes.

“Well, shit. Diana got the math right. There really is an afterlife.” She reached for her Aura and then froze.

A trickle.

A tiny trickle of Aura was all she got. She might as well have been a civilian.

She was up on her feet in an instant.

This was bad.

If there was an afterlife, and it wasn’t all peaches, chocolate, and ice cream (and naked Elsas), then she needed to be able to fight. Even without Aura, she was still incredibly skilled and far beyond a civilian in terms of sheer physical ability. However, with Aura, she was one of the deadliest people who’d ever lived.

She took a few experimental steps and then threw a couple of punches and kicks.

Uh oh.

She was still incredibly coordinated, but she wasn’t any faster or stronger than the average civilian. In other words, if she got attacked by a monster, she would probably be in a fair bit of danger.

Was it possible to die in the afterlife?

Just as she was about to ponder the question further, a note appeared in her hands.

Dear Averia,

Think of this as a reward for a life well lived. Plus, I have foreseen great disaster in this world’s future. Based on what I’ve seen of your life, you’re quite the trouble shooter. Unfortunately, I wasn’t able to bring your soul over here with all the bells and whistles intact.

But don’t worry. Once you gain enough levels and experience, I’m sure you’ll be able to unlock your full power. Maybe. I hope. Because you’re probably going to need it.

Anyway, in the meantime, here’s a gift to help you get settled in. I took inspiration from one of your sister’s favourite items in that MMO she liked to play. I hope you enjoy it. It’ll definitely come in handy.

From the One Who Created This World

Averia looked up at the sky. Literal divine intervention? That wasn’t good. And this was looking less like the afterlife and more like she’d been reborn in another world. Diana would be laughing her ass off about this. Heck, she wouldn’t have been surprised if Diana had somehow managed to set this up.

Still, what item was she supposed to use?

In answer to her question, a glaringly orange hooded Gary onesie appeared, along with some Gary gloves and Gary shoes.

Averia’s eye twitched.

“Seriously?” She looked up at the sky. “Seriously?”

Another note drifted down.

Seriously. Put it on. Anyway, that’s about all the advice I can give you for now. I managed to grab some other stuff that you might find useful, but you’ll have to go looking for it.

Averia sighed. There was no doubt about it. Diana had to be involved in this somehow. Eye still twitching, she put the onesie, gloves, and shoes on.

Immediately, a status and inventory screen appeared, just like in a video game. In fact, it was almost exactly the same as the MMO Diana had liked.

The bad? She was Level 1 with basically no magic or abilities to her name and with stats that seemed mediocre at best.

The good? The onesie and other equipment was absolute fucking bullshit, and it was also locked to her. It could never be taken, would always return to her, and no one else could use it.

Not only did the onesie give massive stat boosts... those boosts increased with level, meaning that the higher her level got, the more powerful the onesie would become. Moreover, the Gary shoes and Gary gloves came with ridiculous buffs of their own and let her cast magic.

With the onesie on, Averia was, from what she could tell, a formidable threat, capable of easily crushing the sort of creatures that might appear in the beginning of the game. She could even deal with mid-game content too. Without it? She was basically a random Level 1 NPC. If she was able to max out her level, the onesie, shoes, and gloves would make her even more overpowered than Diana’s favourite character from the game.

Calling up her status screen again, she tried not to have a stroke when she realised what her Class was and what one of her skills was. Apparently, they’d only changed after she’d worn the onesie and equipment for a bit.

Class: Gary.

By The Power of Gary: Attacks, Defence, and all other skills and abilities are buffed when shouting Gary-related slogans or names. Extended incantations involving Gary can be used to buff them even further.

Averia picked up a rock. Maybe she could bash herself over the head with it? Would that send her to the afterlife, or would she just be sent back here only now with a headache?

With another sigh. Averia put down the rock. She’d been given another life, and she shouldn’t waste it. Moreover, if this world really was in peril, could she really walk away?

She’d just have to make the best of it.

But Diana could never, ever find out about this.

Resolving herself to do whatever was necessary, Averia started walking. She didn’t seem to have a map-related ability or interface, so the first thing she needed to find was civilisation. With her super keen hearing - only active with the Gary onesie’s hood pull up - she could hear a river. People usually lived near sources of water, so it was a good place to start.

X     X     X

Fina had gone into the woods to search for herbs that could help her mother. Her mother had gotten sick and the herbs were the only thing helping her to survive. Normally, she’d be able to find them on the outskirts of the forest, but she hadn’t been able to find any today. Instead, she’d been forced to go deeper in.

She’d managed to find some, and she’d been so happy. Unfortunately, she’d lost track of her surroundings. Wolves had managed to sneak up on her, and although she’d done her best to run away, she’d eventually been surrounded. She was exhausted, terrified, and there was no way she could fight off the wolves.

“I’m sorry,” Fina said, hoping that somehow her mother and younger sister would be okay without her. “I’m -”

“Gary Kick!”

The words were spoken in the flattest, least inspired voice that Fina had ever heard. However, the effect was undeniable. There was an orange blur, and one of the wolves went flying back, its body broken. The orange blur continued to move.

“Gary Punch!”

“Gary Kick!”

“Gary Suplex!”

One after the other, the wolves were taken down. But Fina was not relieved. Instead, her fear only grew. For standing before her was an orange monster!

“Ah!” Fina screamed. “An orange monster!”

The orange monster sighed.

“Of course people don’t recognise what I’m wearing and think I’m a monster. I’m not sure if this is better or worse than being on a world with Gary.” The monster pulled back its head... oh.

Fina blinked. That wasn’t the monster’s head. It was a hood. Beneath the hood was the prettiest girl that Fina had ever seen. She looked a few years older than her, and she had pink hair and green eyes. Those eyes looked cold at first, but then they seemed to warm up.

The girl smiled.

“Hey. Are you all right? Did the wolves hurt you?”

Fina blinked. All of the terror she’d felt, all of the stress, all of it just welled up again.

“Thank you!” she wailed, throwing herself at her saviour. “Thank you for saving me!”

The girl patted her on the head. “There. There. You’re safe now.”

Fina sniffled and then realised that she must have made a mess of her saviour’s strange clothing. She pulled away. “I’m sorry! I must have gotten your... clothes dirty.”

The girl shrugged. “It’s fine. Apparently, they don’t get dirty.” And sure enough, the girl’s bright orange clothing was perfectly clean. “But you’re okay, right?”

Fina nodded. “Thanks to you!”

“That’s good then.” The girl looked around. “Are wolves common here?”

“Well... in this part of the forest, yes. But closer to my town, not really. I had to come in here to find some herbs.” Fina paused. “Um...” She didn’t want to seem ungrateful, but...

“My clothes?” The girl tugged her hood back up, but Fina could sense a deep feeling of... something radiating from her. “You could say that I have the blessing of Gary.”

“Gary?”

“Ah.” The girl shrugged. “Gary is short for gorgonpsid. It’s what the clothes I’m wearing are based off. It’s an... animal from near my home town.”

“Oh. I’ve never heard of a gorgonpsid before.”

“I’m from pretty far away.” The girl chuckled. “Anyway, I don’t suppose you could take me back to your town? I’m kind of lost.”

“Oh!” Fina had forgotten her manners. “Thank you so much for saving me! My name is Fina! I’d be glad to take you back to Crimonia!” She looked at the wolves. “Um... what do you want to do with the wolves?”

“Well, my name is Averia. I’m glad to meet you, Fina. About the wolves... what do you normally do with them?”

“Normally, we harvest them.” Fina tilted her head to one side. “Do... you not do that where you’re from?”

Averia shrugged. “Sort of.” She paused. “But I don’t have a knife...”

“Oh! I have one.” Fina nodded quickly. “I’m actually not bad at harvesting things. If you want, I could do it for you. It’s the least I can do as thanks for you saving me.”

“Do you sell what gets harvested?” Averia asked.

Fina smiled. “Yes. The guild will buy the meat, the pelt, and the mana crystal.”

“Hmmm... just like the game although I don’t recognise the name of the town.” Averia shook herself. “Well, Fina, if you harvest them, we can split the money between us.”

“Oh! I... I couldn’t take half! You saved me.”

“It’s fine,” Averia said. “Besides, you’ll be taking me back to your town too.” She patted Fina on the head. “It’s pretty tough wandering through the woods, you know.”

“Well... if you’re sure...”

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Author’s Notes

This is a crossover between Final Rose and Kuma Kuma Kuma Bear, which is honestly a light novel that I’ve found very amusing due to the basic premise. Girl gets isekaid and is immensely OP... but only while wearing a bear onesie. Because this is Averia and Gary exists, it has to be a Gary onesie.

No, Diana is not actually responsible for this.

#final rose #kuma kuma kuma bear #fanfiction #averia yun farron #fina

[iturbide]

So uh....we got a new Fire Emblem for the Switch? Another Fell dragon defeated, you actually play as a Divine dragon though and the game's gimmick is summoning past Heroes a la FEH style - dunno about this one, not gonna lie.

I have definitely seen the trailer but in case anyone hasn't, have a link:

You know, I've seen a lot of comparisons to Heroes, but I don't really see it? It doesn't really seem like there's a gacha or chance element in the summoning of Heroes -- more than anything, it reminds me of the original FE: Warriors game, where legend has it that heroes from other worlds arrived to help push back the forces of Velezark, some of whom carried Gleamstones within them that allowed the royalty of Aytolis to awaken the Shield of Flames and seal the Chaos Dragon away. Heck, even the premise lines up: Velezark's is sealed away, but then the seal weakens, allowing him to influence the king of Gristone into speeding things along -- and the trailer states outright that the seal is weakening and the narrator "senses a resurrection."

The trailer seems to imply that there are a limited number of rings (at the 2:49 mark of the trailer, the main character says "she asked me to gather all of the rings and bring peace back to Elios"), presumably the 12 shown in the tapestry in the trailer opening (Marth, Celica, Sigurd, Leif, Roy, Lyn, Eirika, Ike, Micaiah, Lucina, F!Corrin, M!Byleth) and given that each ring seem to be set to a specific character, my guess is that the 'summoning' is going to be keyed into major story events where rings are acquired, rather than being a summon at leisure thing.

(Slightly incidental note, but I find it very funny that the close-up of the rings focus pointedly on the stones set within them -- again, the heroes from other worlds in the original Warriors carried the Gleamstones that made it possible to awaken the Shield of Flames...and on top of that, two of the five characters implied to be Heroes in this game were also in Warriors: Marth and F!Corrin.)

I think it's kind of interesting how the ring system works, though. It looks like the general use draws inspiration from the Adjutant mechanic from Three Houses, where you pick one character before battle to accompany another as a non-playable support unit (and possibly one of a suitable class -- Sigurd being a mounted unit and pairing with a cavalier character might imply that rings are only compatible with units who hold a particular class). But then there's that fusion mechanic that reminds me of Tokyo Mirage Sessions (complete with the super fancy outfits), where the hero associated with the ring merges with the character they're paired with for a power-up. It's neat to see a mechanic from a side game getting drawn into a mainline one.

(Speaking of reusing things from other games, though, I'm reeling that they're re-using Fell Dragon for this cobra dragon. Not gonna lie, it looks super cool, but it's gonna have to work hard to usurp Grima's throne -- and it's hilarious to me how many people have decided that Grima would be righteously pissed and ready to fight for the title.)

The main character's actual appearance is ridiculous, though. I had completely forgotten about the leaks earlier this year, but as soon as I saw the trailer the memories came rushing back. I've seen so many jokes about them being Pepsi and toothpaste -- and thanks to the tags highlighted by one blog I follow, I cannot think of them as anything but Colgate-chan and Pepsi-kun.

So far opinions I've seen are highly polarized: some people seem excited, some people seem pissed. I'm on the fence so far! It could be interesting, but I'm going to hold off on any judgment for now until more information comes out -- and given that it's due for release in barely more than four months, I expect that they're going to give us more sooner rather than later.

#answered #floople-doople #unsuspecting-person #alerawolf #anonymous #fire emblem: engage #i keep hoping for an fe4 remake #maybe someday #kind of disappointed that they're mining so much from old games #rather than doing a fully original new title #drawing off warriors and tokyo mirage sessions #really makes it feel like a spin-off rather than a mainline title #but it's definitely a mainline title judging by the presentation #it does look gorgeous though #the combat map mechanics look gorgeous #and the cutscenes do look lovely #but i'm going to hold off on any firm judgment #it could be a ton of fun after all! #the first warriors sure was even if its story was pretty weak

[draftingteacups]

a warning of war

That once beautiful day, the sky was bathed in flames and smoke. Curses and cries echoed in the vast expanse of the land that once held life, only to be greeted by death by the kiss of a blade. Wondrous yet terrible creatures trampled on the livelihoods of those who lived there, roaring under the commands of the invaders. Amidst this horror, there was a person, a mere traveler of a distant land, who saw this sight and ran back to the capital where no one had yet discovered the dangers that were about to strike them on their doorstep.

“My people! My beloved people, take up not your arms nor your blades, but your courage and march into the capital! The journey is far and long, but should we instead fall to the hands of invaders, our land will be driven into chaos and ruin! I ask of you, a humble person who wants nothing more than a home to live and thrive on, to guide me on this perilous journey that stands before us!”

To the scene behind him, the one who said everything shouted, “Invaders, this I say to you, that you have invoked the righteous hand of our deity that roams these lands. With their work, we lived. You see this land that you burn to ashes? It is by their grace that we continue to go on in the world that we take for granted with lives so short and fleeting! 

“When this land was nothing but a barren wasteland, the deity took it upon themselves to let it flourish. With their flesh, there came our lands, green and thriving, and with it, came us to live on these very lands for generations. With their blood, there came our culture, pouring outward from the greatest minds known to man. With their bones, there came the strongest of us who would shield the lesser folk and keep the peace of the land. 

“However, you, the invaders, come onto these lands and steal what does not belong to you while disguising your acts as righteous and dare I say, an act of kindness to our deity! The audacity! From the flesh of the land, you pillage for your gluttonous stomach to feel satisfied with yourself and take our people for your own malicious deeds! From the blood of culture, you leech it dry and mangle it to be yours alone when it is not! From the very bones of our people, you carve us down until we are nothing because to you, we are nothing but toys for your amusement! For these actions, I scold you!”

Lung full of flames that would never die, this person thus declared, “My people that have suffered today, do not engage with them, for they bathe in the attention we give. Your lives are precious ones. Do not let them end with these invaders. Though the nobles care not of us common folk, our deity will not let this offense slip by. Should they continue to loiter here on our lands, they will be met with divine justice posthaste! 

“We, the common folk, may not have much power in our lives, but we are capable of speech as those in power! Thus, I say, run to the capital! Bang on their doors and tell them of the horrors faced by us today! They will no doubt take up arms and fight! If not for us, they do so for the laws that we all live by! This is the declaration of unity, forever immortalized in the ashes that carry our words to the heavens themselves!”

And thus the flames of war spread with the words of the herald, signaling the beginnings of what would later be named the Age of Destruction in Kalos history.

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“...And that’s basically it.” Soni finished her speech to the two first years who asked about her world. It wasn’t anything substantial in her eyes, but it would satisfy their curiosity for the time being.

“How the heck did people remember what was said that day?” Ace pointed out, Milcery hanging out on his shoulder. “Seems like a huge loophole to me.”

“The survivors from the attack all came together and marched right into the capital to tell the people who lived there about the invaders.” Leaning back on the dusty old couch, Soni continued on, “There’s more historical texts that support this, but obviously, I don’t have them here with me. It’s one of the most famous parts of Kalosian history and the one that hasn’t changed, despite the three thousand year gap.”

Not to mention, the biggest primary source I got this information from had lived and ruled as a king during that time period. Remembering the man who was once king, Soni let out a sigh as she looked out the window. An all-consuming flame-colored sky that threatened to take over everything… isn’t that an irony…

“The Herald in that tale was a dear friend of mine who wanted to protect his people. In fact, he showed up at the palace with ash-covered clothes and eyes that burned bright with justice. Aha… I miss him.” On the aged face of a man who was once a king, he told her so with a bittersweet smile. “I haven’t seen him since that day so long ago… I wonder if he would forgive me for what I had done, but ah, such things are irrelevant now. I can only hope that he lived the life he wanted. If he were still alive and well, I can see the two of you getting along.”

Soni munched on the food on the private table, not entirely sure of what to say, “I don’t really know him to tell you otherwise, so I’ll take your work for it. We don’t even have their name written down. You’re the only one on this planet that remembers the Herald as a person instead of some historical figure.”

He gave her a soft, tired smile as he drank his tea. “Indeed. Truly, it is a blessing to have met both him and you in my lifetime.”

Is it really such a thing, AZ? She pondered while the three other first years she had entertained fought with one another again. “Honestly, you guys…”

The arguments followed into silence as the world went on.

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