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rungalwaysheretolisten · 2 years

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Just writing down some of my thought this might get deleted later, nothing sad just an idea I have had for a long time.

So I just been think a lot and I been think might delete this later but, I really love transformers, love lost light, love space and dnd.

I right now with we’re I’m living don’t think I can with the way my parents are do a lost light dnd campaign, however, I really, really want to when I am able to move out which if I am able to get a better job then the one I am at right now, will be able to do something like that.

It would be a dnd Lost light campain, and I would be the dnd master, I would like to have it set on the Lost Light ship and the group be called the Lost, Lost crew, you would have room on the ship, store to go buy things with a system I would like to call Rodimus star points. The only problems I run into are these:

One, I would like to recored this serious and make it into a podcast, so I would have find some people other then my sisbling who would be okay with me recording them in a dnd game.

The reason I want to make it a podcast, is not just because I think it be fun to have people be able to hear about the story, but also because I am dyslexia and would like to recored just so I can have it as notes as well, and if I going to be doing that I might as well let other enjoy listening to them as well. But again, I have to find people who would want too do that and there is the high possibility Hasbro, might get upset and get up set with copy write issue, which might bring down the podcast from ever being released if I was to make one.

The second problem is that I would have to not only learn to be a dnd dungeon master, and learn how to do dnd, but also I would have to learn how to make a podcast as well as get really good expensive recording stuff along with stuff for the players to use as well. I also would have to do some graph designing for the podcast which that part not that hard because I do know how to do graph art work it just take a long time to make it.

Lastly I have to do all this and figure out how to dnd Lost Light combinding it with a dnd transformers game mechanic, but also tweak it so that we can do it on the Lost Light ship, off on others world and be able to put in different type of transformers other then fly, trucks and car base transformers, because I love to have min cons, Predcon, some type of aliens, creatures, in the game for people to play as well, because I just think it be more fun that way and a lot more intresting then just having basic transformers.

I want people to be able to pick something that not just a car, human, plan, tank or even gun, I want them to be able to pick like a radio or labtop or even just toaster, because the group is called the Lost Lost crew and they are what I would like to be the type of group that get forgotten on the ship and always out shine by bot like Rodimus, Mangus, Megatron, Brainstorm, even Rung sometime, etc. That the group find themself always the butt of the joke or even the outcast, the odd balls or even just background charcters that get forgotten a lot but get to have there own amazing story and get to be the hero too. Like a really good underdog story that has a lot of emotions that Lost light is all about.

Idk if I ever get to do this idea, and that why this might get deleted later because it might never happen, but it something I like to try to do as something fun and to just try something new. Even if it a big flop, I like to at least say I tried rather then that I didn't.

Again, if I was to do this, I have to do a lot that I just can't do right now but maybe someday I might and I honestly have so many ideas for this dnd campaigned serious. That I just wanted to write down a little. Like I already have a great song to open/recap the podcast the only problem is it is a well know song and might get copy write but I like something like this.

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Again maybe not exactly this song but something like this.

I just hope when I do move out that I can someday do something like this and it just a hopeful dream that I hope to do some day. So yeah, that my crazy idea for a dnd campaign if you read this throw and it hasn't been deleted thank you. I only get to talk about this with my sibling and I love to talk more about it and even find some way to figure out how to do this because I have the ideas, even some cool idea for story I just need detection on how this could be done and done right.

#Rung mun talking again #Lost Light #Transformers #dnd #maybe delete later #Youtube

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cosmic-navel-gazin · 4 years

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In which I chronicle my Legacy of Kain journey and bridge it with your boy Adam Warlock! (Part 5 of many, and MASSIVE, I MEAN, HUMOUNGOUS SPOILERS for Soul Reaver 2 and the 1970’s Warlock)

Awwwwwwwww yeah we are going there, these compositions are most definitely on purpose.

This is where I realize that my true purpose in this world is to draw and talk about obscure or forgotten works of fiction, and I embrace this destiny.

Ladies and gents, laughing times are over (not really though), sh*t gets very real again.

I guess it’s a bit late for this but if you have even the slightest interest in checking any of these properties out, do yourself a favor and go experience them first hand. If you just want to see me lose my mind and don’t really care about spoilers then please, proceed.

You know, when I started this little crossover of sorts, I was just having a laugh you know? It was just a cute little thing, I’ll write this one post and maybe I’ll get enough material for a second one and that’s it. THIS IS THE SEVENTH POST (even though it says Part 5).

Never, and I do mean never in my wildest dreams did I think I would be here one day, talking about having your past and your time-travelling-future selves meet and clash, of seeing your sanctimonious attitude and overall the worst about yourself personified and given free reign to go on bloodthirsty crusades showing off how much of a hypocrite you’ve bee- but wait, I am getting a bit ahead of myself.

I’ll get there I promise, let’s go back a bit.

Where we last left off, we managed to travel back to an even more distant past than we’ve been before. To the time of the great Vampire Purge, so that Raziel can meet this infamous ancient vampire who knows all the lore and might have the answers we seek on what exactly is causing the corruption of our world.

As we step out into this era of History we notice the fields covered with the Sarafan Order banners, and the impaled corpses and chopped-off heads of vampires. No different no doubt from the kindness vampires showed mankind later when they gained the upper hand during Kain’s 1.000 year old reign. Raziel seems a bit distraught by the sight since he assumed the Sarafan to be virtuous and heroic:

“For all the butchery of Moebius’s crusade, this massacre was somehow more chilling. The killing fields of the Sarafan betrayed a kind of orderly ruthlessness, the cold-blooded righteousness of the true believer.”

“Here at last in the flesh, I beheld my former brothers-in-arms, the warrior-priests of the Sarafan order; their lives devoted solely to the annihilation of the vampire plague. And while I confess I felt a twinge of longing, a pang of grief for what I had believed was my lost virtue, I regarded them now with none of the reverence I formally felt. For I had seen the human face of the vampires, and now I beheld the monstrousness of these men.”

While on the topic of genocidal holy wars, my boy Adam here had a bit of a run with a similar pious little group that goes by the name of Universal Church of Truth, who were going about doing a bit of cleaning throughout the galaxy:

Things don’t go so well:

Interestingly enough, I’ve learned of a deleted cutscene for Soul Reaver 2 that plays out very similarly to Adam’s first encounter with this “holy” order. There was this minor female vampire character that was being hunted down and would be executed by vampire hunters right in front of Raziel.

This scene was probably removed because they knew that almost 20 years later there would be some asshole on the internet trying to compare their games to obscure marvel comics of the 70’s.

But yeah bummer for Adam here, we’re a couple of pages in and he’s already failed to save someone. However, through the power of the Soul Gem, he’s able to retain her soul for a brief moment, letting us know more about these holy inquisitors:

Some of these methods don’t seem that far off from the Sarafan, especially on the twisting of good intentions part, but on a galactic scale:

Aye, a great bunch o’ fellas all around, if you submit and “fit in”:

Damn.

Hush Adam, I’ll get back to your predicament give me a moment. I just want the good people at home to keep both this church and the Magus, the god they worship in mind for later.

Now, back to the game. In the Sarafan Stronghold during the first hour of gameplay, Raziel made comments on the vampire he’s currently seeking while looking at some stained glass depictions:

“So this was the legendary Janos Audron - reputed to have been the most ancient and diabolical vampire to have ever existed. According to folklore, he lived high in the cliffs of Nosgoth’s northern mountains, and preyed mercilessly on the defenseless villagers below. His reign of terror ended when the Sarafan finally hunted him down and tore his throbbing heart from his still-living body. (…) But I wondered - could Janos Audron truly have been as monstrous as depicted here? Or was this merely artistic licence by the Sarafan, who sought to lionize themselves by demonizing their darkest enemy?

Keep these stained glass images in mind, they’ll also be important shortly. Neetheless to say, the hype was very real to meet this Janos Audron.

And as I kept hearing about this gentleman, I thought: “I really love this cast of pricks, where everyone speaks in half truths and is hiding something and has some hidden agenda, but you know, I kind of wish there was some slim ray of hope, of goodness and honor, just some good old plain chivalry and honesty. Maybe this Janos lad won’t be as bad as he was depicted back in the Sarafan Stronghold.”

It took us a while but we’re finally make it to his retreat.

I really love the entire segment, the hopelessness and feeling of dread while making your way through this place, probably my favourite puzzle area of the game. I also really love the music and architecture here.

When we do make it to the top, BOY OH BOY were my prayers answered!

Lo and behold, enter Raziel’s new daddy/mentor figure, my man JANOS AUDRON! Proabably the one decent and kind creature I’ve seen yet in these games (if you don’t count helpless human npcs who are just trying to live their lives but are caught in all these wars, slaughter and destruction).

FINALLY an understanding, moderate, compassionate man in the midst of all the lies and deception. I love him! Oh and he has what seems to be a Romanian accent. Maybe a nod to the granddaddy of all vampires: Dracula? I think his design is cool as well, so that helps.

Before we go into huge lore dumps and while on the topic of having a brief father/mentor figure for your protagonist when he’s utterly lost, alone and confused, I thought I’d bridge it with Adam’s own once foster parent, the High Evolutionary:

From the few minutes you get to know these dads they’re very different characters with different backstories and motivations. Janos is this sad lonely old man, the last of the ancient vampires and one who has been keeping himself alive solely for his sense of duty.

While the High Evolutionary was once a man called Herbert Wyndham who performed an experiment that evolved him into a godlike being. This experience proved to be such an assault on his senses and perceptions that he chose to encase himself in this armour. Like the name suggests he is obsessed with genetic manipulation and tampering of various kinds, it is his life’s ambition.

Despite his somewhat villainous appearance, he’s never portrayed as such from what little I’ve read, he’s just…a bit creepy. Like, he takes Adam in and is super stoked about adopting him, but he also values him not so much as a person per se as you and me would, but more as one would value an impressivly carved piece of work:

I don’t know, maybe it’s his metal face that doesn’t emote much; his sometimes questionable morality; maybe it’s the fact that Adam was 5 years old at this point, a baby boy, and this pink armoured deity is super hyped about him; there’s something a bit unsettling about this guy. Have some more dubious quotes I’ve stumbled upon:

All in all, I think he did care about him, in his own strange way:

Anyway, what’s important is that these adoptive dads serve a somewhat similar purpose, and that is to push/urge our ”“”“"heroes”“”“” (I say with many quotation marks) into a more benevolant role: to guide them in their messianic mission and save a corrupted world. Basically there to provide a chance for them to be good boys. Up until now their track record leaves much to be desired, and they’ve been quite lost on what they’re supposed to be and do.

Raziel:

“So it’s all true, then - what Kain and Vorador have told me - I really am some kind of unholy vampire messiah…”

Janos:

“Unholy? -no. Messiah… perhaps.”

Raziel:

“I don’t like that word - it smells of martyrdom.”

Janos:

“Raziel, your role in this world’s destiny is more crucial - and more benevolent - than you’ve allowed yourself to believe. Your journey will not be easy - dark powers are allied against you.”

Oh and both dads give their sons their toys (Soul Reaver and Soul Gem):

Back to the meeting with Janos, we finally learn tons of things, both new and others that have been hinted at throughout, namely:

Janos has been living a life of a recluse, alone, on top of the Aerie;

Janos knows of Raziel (some old legend I think) and has been waiting for him to hand him over the Soul Reaver, saying it is the key to save Nosgoth;

The Pillars of Nosgoth were erected by the ancient vampires and they were the rightful guardians. Janos was called to be th 10th guardian, the Keeper of the Reaver;

Over time this ancient race started to die out, with their history slowly being forgotten;

Humanity prospered and since the Pillars choose their guardians from birth and vampires were no longer born, humans were called to be their guardians but were “wholly ignorant of their true purpose.”

The Circle of human guardians is led to believe (by whom we do not yet know) that vampires are a cancer in the world. Janos warns that “with their vampire purge, the members of the Circle have assaulted the very architects of the Pillars they are sworn to protect (…) With every vampire they kill, the humans are slitting their own throats.”

Janos being a cool level-headed guy here when Raziel says he must hate mankind for all the suffering they’ve brought to him:

“They fear what they don’t understand; and they despise what they fear. But no - I do not hate them.”

I find it funny how Raziel asks if humanity should be forgiven for trying to exterminate the vampire kind and doesn’t realize that: one, he himself was exterminating vampires just a couple of moments ago back in SR1; and two, how he is just like how Janos describes humanity to be:

“They don’t understand what they’re doing. They are simply unenlightened… and vulnerable to manipulation.”

Again, this last line, completely unlike a certain blue shambling corpse I know. Not like him AT ALL.

Then, as they head inside, we learn something odd as Janos presents Raziel with the Reaver. You see, the two times Raziel has been close to the Soul Reaver still in its physical form, reality started to bend and distort (I show it off in this previous post).

When we met Kain and decided not to kill him, he explained that when: “two incarnations of the blade meet in time and space, a paradox is created, a temporal distortion powerful enough to derail history”

This distortion, or sense of displacement however, is nowhere to be found now when Janos presents the blade to him. Raziel feels nothing and says that “this nothingness is somehow worse…” and to get it away from him.

We learn the Reaver was forged by the same ancient vampire race that erected the Pillars (which we’ve seen hinted at when we explored the land and came accross all sorts of old murals).

But now THIS is when the game first impales me through the heart.

Me and Janos are interrupted by the Sarafan warriors who arrive carrying Moebius’ Staff (which disables vampires to the point of being barely able to move at all).

And of course! OF COURSE! Of course the moment my boy Raziel finds a truly positive influence in his life to guide and enlinghten him, and that was willing to put himself in danger in order to save him… he is axed! HEART RIPPED FROM HIS CHEST!

And by whom you ask? Who would do such a deed and kill my last ray of hope?

WHY, ME!

TWICE!

“Me” because I was the one to open an entrance to Janos’ up until then impenetrable retreat, and literally me: human Raziel of the Sarafan that lived during this time period and was head inquisitor!

A bit different from what was depicted back at the Sarafan Stronghold, we found several centuries later (putting the same image here again so you don’t have to scroll up to compare, am I swell or what?):

The Sarafan escape with Janos’ heart and the Reaver, while wraith Raziel has a final moment with Janos.

This part destroys me:

Raziel:

“Forgive me; I’m sorry… I failed you.”

Janos: (gently)

“No, Raziel. Perhaps this was my true purpose - simply to save your life this once.”

Raziel: (distraught)

“While I have taken yours…”

That last bit is probably my favourite line-read in the entire series so far (which is the most impossible thing to choose since there are so many great ones). But I think it’s the overwhelming sadness in Raziel’s voice that makes it memorable, you’ve never seen him feel like this for another creature.

Breaks my stone hardened heart every time I listen to it. And here’s why I think it’s an effective emotional scene, even though we only get a few minutes with Janos before he is murdered - it is because of contrast. Up until now everyone you meet is some degree of a bad or manipulative person, and you don’t really have a true friend or someone to confide in, there’s no one that really brings out the best in Raziel and it sucks because there is potential there. So when you introduce the apparently only decent and noble person in this god forsaken land and you’re so used to by now suspect and mistrust everyone, it is impactful because he was truth and honesty in a sea of deception and moral relativism. He was my light in the midst of the fog and the one who saw good in me. And right when you’re finally relaxing and getting confortable the game pulls the rug from under you.

Now, while on the topic of having your past and future meet, there was a little something about the meeting between Adam and the Universal Church of Truth that I’ve been saving up until now. If you remember, Adam was interrogating the young woman who was killed by the inquisitors about the church and the god they worship. When suddenly:

Good news is, Adam must’ve taken a left turn somewhere and ended up on the set for “Monty Python’s Life of Brian”, where he learned some latin:

This helped him quickly figure out the Magus’ identity:

Learn your dead tongues kids, you never know when it might come in handy when meeting your time travelling, thousands of years old future-self:

So as you can se, we have a similar self-discovery journey going on but reversed in a way. In Raziel’s case you play as his future self, who time travels back in time, meets his past self and sees what a hypocrite he’s been his entire life. In Adam’s case you follow his present self, who meets the Magus (his future self), who has travelled back in time 5.000 years, in which time he has built his empire. Meeting and confronting said empire/future self, leads Adam to see what a hypocrite he’s been his entire life. You see, both Adam and Raziel have always been their own worst enemy (their own shortcomings and character flaws). So it would be only natural that we get embodiments of the worst in them: Raziel, the human Sarafan Warrior and the Magus, their past and future selves respectively.

Oof, this was a long one, and I’ve reach the character limit. In the next post I’ll elaborate more on their characters and different selves; and we go through the roller-coaster of emotions that is the endgame for both these stories.

Look foward to me losing my mind even further while I go into time travelling, paradox shenanigans… oh, and look foward to happier times with COSMIC SUICIDE! See you in the near future.

#the infinity legacy #legacy of kain #soul reaver 2 #raziel #adam warlock #the magus #marvel comics #marvel cosmic #this post drained my spirit #my fan art

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nonbinary-octopus · 4 years

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A Very Unusual Visitor

I really love @kieraelieson’s Tiny Tenants AU, and the other day, I sent her an ask: you know what. I am filled with soft gt longing. I want to be tiny and friends with your Tiny Tenants Logan. I want him to hold me and fiddle gently with me and let me sleep in his pocket. Virgil’s got a good thing going on here!

This is a story about that. More or less.

Wordcount: 2.2 K

[More of my writing]

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Logan sat down at his desk, intending to read. However, as he glanced over the wooden surface, his gaze fell on a small form. A borrower. And an unfamiliar one, too. Logan thought he knew all of the borrowers living in his house— Virgil, with whom he believed he could confidently say he was friends, and the much more timid Patton and Dee, and Dee’s young charges, the twins Roman and Remus, who were doing their best to be friends with Logan too, despite their guardian’s wishes to keep him away from them.

This borrower was not any of those. The easiest difference to recognize at a glance was that they had red hair, where the others had shades of brown and black. Yet, despite Logan never having even caught a glimpse of them before, here they were, sitting calmly on his desk, as if they were waiting for him.

“Um,” Logan said, surprised. “Hello?”

The little borrower grinned, looking up at him, and got to their feet. “Hello! You must be Logan, right?”

Logan nodded. Perhaps this borrower had just moved in? The others would have told them about Logan, and Virgil probably would have told them that he was trying his best to be the good kind of human, and wasn’t to be feared. But even so, Logan would never have expected a borrower to be so comfortable around him this quickly. Unless they had been around for some time, watching, and only just now came out to introduce theirself, after they’d felt reasonably sure that Logan was nonthreatening. But then why would they need confirmation on who he was? Unless it was just smalltalk to get the conversation going.

“I’m Hann,” the borrower continued, sticking their hand out at Logan. He recognized the gesture, of course, but had never shook hands with a borrower before. Logan lifted his own hand, trying to figure out how he was supposed to shake the hand of someone who could fit entirely in his hand with room to spare. The borrower didn’t even flinch, still looking up at him expectantly.

Gently, Logan pinched their hand between his thumb and the first knuckle of his pointer finger, lifted it minutely, lowered it again, and then let go, pulling his hand back.

“It is… nice to meet you, Hann,” Logan said. “If extremely unexpected.”

“Sorry,” Hann said, looking at their hand and flexing it. “I didn’t really bother to think of a more plausible introduction.” Softer, more to theirself, they murmured, “I guess I could retcon something…”

Suddenly, Logan’s mind started to fill with unfamiliar memories. A snapshot of this same borrower, soaked to the bones, and Logan’s own hands reaching down to lift them out of a puddle. Another, contrasting and completely detached, yet somehow equally real, of Virgil wrapping a white bandage around Hann’s ankle and scolding them, while both sat on Logan’s desk. A third, of a shivering redheaded borrower leaning against Logan’s steaming mug of coffee, as snow fell outside.

Logan shook his head sharply, pushing back his chair in alarm. “Stop, stop!”

The stream of false pasts abruptly ceased, and the ones already in his head faded.

“Sorry.”

“What…” Logan hesitated. “What just happened? Who are you?”

“It’s… kind of a long story.”

“I have time,” Logan insisted.

“Okay.” Hann paused for a bit. “I’m not actually a borrower. Well, right now I am, technically, but most of the time I’m not.”

“What are you, then?” Despite the incredibly unnerving experience he’d just had, Logan found himself feeling very curious. What kind of being had the power to do that? Up until recently, borrowers had been the stuff of myths; were other “fantasy” creatures real as well? Fairies, perhaps?

“I’m human.”

Wait. What?

“But more relevently, I’m an Author.”

“An author,” Logan repeated. Somehow the word didn’t quite sound the same when he said it.

Hann nodded. “At the moment, I’m your Author.”

Logan looked down at himself, then back at the borrower— the Author— standing on his desk. “I’m not sure I like the implications of that.”

“That’s… That’s fair.” Hann rubbed the back of their neck with a little chuckle. “Sorry. I promise, I didn’t come here intending to make you nervous.”

They’d succeeded anyway, Logan thought to himself. But, despite all that, he was still extremely curious. “What all does being an author entail? Can you control me, like… like a puppet?”

Hann wiggled a hand in the ‘sort of’ gesture. “Eh. Yes and no.”

That… wasn’t very comforting.

“I can control your environment, and to a certain extent, what happens, but living things are trickier. Mostly, I can put you in a setting, and watch as you navigate it.” Well, that didn’t sound too bad— “And if I don’t think it’s interesting enough, or I wanted it to go a different way, I can rewind time and give you a nudge in a different direction, and try it again.” Nevermind, still frightening.

“So I have free will unless you don’t like what I do,” Logan surmised.

“You could put it that way, yeah.” Hann shrugged. “But you’d be surprised how many times a story goes off the rails, way outside the original plan, and I just watch it go, because whatever new thing that’s happening is more interesting.”

“Hm.”

“Take right now, for example. I didn’t plan for the conversation to go here, but it did. I could rewind it, but it’s interesting, so I’ll probably leave it.”

Logan pursed his lips uncomfortably. He didn’t much like feeling like a mere source of entertainment, he found. “I don’t suppose it matters if I don’t want to be rewound?”

“Usually? No. But, this is a special case. Very meta, and you’re actually aware of me. I have a feeling you’d know if I rolled time back, unlike most fics. So… I’ll only make minor edits. Wording and flow, stuff like that.”

“Thanks,” Logan said. “I think.”

“Though I’ll probably roll it back if we get too angsty, too,” Hann mused. “This is supposed to be a fluff piece.”

Logan wasn’t sure he knew what those words meant. He wasn’t sure he wanted to know. That was an unusual occurrence.

“Did you make me?”

“Oh, no! Not at all! This isn’t even an original fanfic, it’s recursive!”

Logan opened his mouth to ask a question. Then he closed it again to try to figure out where to even start.

“Okay, so I’m willing to explain, but it might give you a bit of an existential crisis,” Hann warned. “Or a lot of one.”

Logan considered it. He sighed. “Tell me.”

Hann nodded. “Okay, so the original Logan belongs to a show called ‘Sanders Sides’. In short, it’s about this guy, Thomas Sanders, and he has the ability to imagine the parts of his personality as metaphysical beings in the room with him, and they have discussions about… well, an assortment of topics. Logan represents— primarily— Thomas’s intellect. Logic. He’s my favorite. Following so far?”

Logan nodded. “Mind if I take notes?”

“Go ahead.”

Logan pulled out a notepad and a pen, jotting down what they’d said so far. He’d have to go back and get notes on the whole Author thing too, but one thing at a time. When he’d gotten it down, he looked up again, and Hann continued.

“You are an alternate version of that Logan. This is what we call an ‘AU’ or ‘Alternate Universe’. Instead of being a portion of one man’s personality, you’re your own human.”

“I see,” Logan said, writing that down.

“The rest of the sides got turned into borrowers. That’s Virgil, Dee, the twins, and Patton.”

Logan nodded. Would it be too intrusive on their privacy to ask what his miniature housemates represented in the apparent ‘original universe’? Considering how much they preferred to keep to themselves, he thought it might be. Instead, he asked, “I live in an alternate universe? How did it come to be?”

Hann grinned. “My friend made it, based on the original universe!”

Logan nodded slowly. “Were the differences intentional?”

“Oh yeah, definitely. She’s been going through a long list of gt prompts, writing short stories for each, in various different AUs, and there’s a bunch here. The first one was when you and Virgil met.”

“‘Gee tea’?” Logan questioned, deciding to leave the mention of even more alternate universes for later.

“Giant and tiny,” Hann explained. “Anything with a major size difference, really. Some of ‘em have giants and humans interacting, some have humans and borrowers, or humans and fairies, or tiny merfolk, or whatever.”

“Do those all exist in your universe— the one you’re from, originally?” If so, Logan wasn’t entirely sure whether to be glad or sad he was here instead, where there were only borrowers.

The tiny Author drooped sadly. “No. Unfortunately. Just humans. No giants, no tinies.”

“Oh. My condolences.”

Hann shrugged. “It is what it is. And that’s what fiction is for, anyway.”

Logan didn’t read much fiction, but he nonetheless supposed that rang true. “So… you said earlier that you’re my author. How is that, if your friend was the one to create my universe?”

“Oh, I’m just borrowing you,” Hann said.

“‘Borrowing’ me,” Logan repeated.

“Just for a bit.”

“I think i would have liked to have been asked first,” Logan said, once again feeling uncomfortably like a plaything.

“Sorry.” Hann paused for a moment. “May I borrow you?”

“Am I allowed to say no?”

“Of course you are! I mean, I’d really rather you didn’t, but if you really don’t want me here, I’ll leave. I’ll even delete the whole story if you want.” They paused. “Though that might feel even weirder for you than me just rewriting a scene. I wonder if you’d even remember, though, once I did it?”

Before they could continue too far along that peculiar line of thought, Logan asked, “If I tell you to go, you won’t just back up to before and ‘nudge’ me toward the other answer, will you?”

Hann shook their head. “No, that seems unnecessarily cruel. If you want me to go, I’ll go. No tricks.”

Logan thought about it. The little redhead waited, looking around his desk. Finally, Logan said, “Alright. You may… borrow me a little bit longer.”

“Yay!” Hann cheered, throwing their hands up happily. “Thank you!”

Logan smiled. Terrifyingly powerful or not, they were kinda adorable. “Why did you want to borrow me in the first place, anyway?”

“Oh!” Hann grinned. “You know that thing you do with Virgil, where you hold him and play with him like a living stim toy? I want that.”

“You… you want me to fiddle with you?”

Hann nodded quickly. “Yes, please! I’ve always wanted to be manhandled by a well-meaning and gentle, but extremely curious giant, and then yesterday I read Kiera’s latest updates to your story, and one of them had you playing with Virgil, and another had you playing with the twins, and I just was filled with a soft but intense longing.”

“Well, alright.” Logan set his notes aside, bringing his hands instead over to the waiting borrower. They bounced excitedly on the balls of their feet.

Carefully, Logan wrapped his hand around them. Hann was smaller than Virgil, though not as small as the twins. They stilled, beaming up at him.

“You’re not even a little bit intimidated, are you,” Logan said with a chuckle, brushing his thumb across the top of their head.

“Oh, I am, but only in the good way,” Hann answered. “Like I said, I’ve seen how gentle and considerate you are. I know you won’t hurt me.”

They were right. Logan didn’t answer, just picked them up. He began to poke gently at them, similarly to how he would interact with Virgil. Hann giggled happily and offered no resistance. Logan pinched their tiny limbs between his fingers, rolled them around on his palm, rubbed his thumb against their back and their sides, and draped them across the back of his hand. Just as with Virgil, he found the activity to be quite pleasant. Hann, meanwhile, appeared to be enjoying it just as much, practically melting in his hands.

Finally, Logan stopped, holding the little author in cupped palms.

They lay, utterly relaxed, with their eyes partly closed, a smile on their lips.

“Was that… good?”

Hann nodded. “That was great!” they said, sitting up. “Thanks so much.”

Logan found himself grinning back. “You’re welcome.”

“I guess I probably ought to be getting out of your hair,” Hann said reluctantly, glancing off to the side. “Let you get back to what you were doing before.”

Logan hesitated. “Well,” he said. “I was intending to read. And if you’ve been, er, ‘watching’ me, you know that I enjoy fiddling with Virgil as I read, so…”

Hann perked up again. “Really?”

“As long as you don’t object to me not paying much attention to you,” Logan said.

“That’s fine!” Hann grinned happily up at him. “You’re doing me a favor, anyway. I’ll take whatever I can get.”

Logan smiled, shifted the tiny author to one hand, and with the other, pulled a thick book from his shelf.

#original #my writing #sanders sides #gt #sanders sides gt #my Sanders Sides writing #recursive fic #kieraelieson #a very meta fic #extremely self-indulgent

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episode 11 thoughts

me: i shouldn’t have too much to say about this episode, since it’ll be mostly dueling! me, 25 screenshots later:

(see what i did there. i’m funny i promise)

a lot of the early episodes i’ve seen twice, or at least use regularly in amvs so i’m somewhat familiar with what happens in them. that is not the case for this particular episode, so even though i sort of remember the beats of it, i’d forgotten a lot of the juicy stuff.

like this.

i’ve seen people bring this scene up before, but it’s really interesting. AI don’t need to sleep, but does the existence of free will inside of them give them the option? sleep is something animals do because they have to. humans sleep way, way longer on average than most other predators, and while there’s certain animals that sleep upwards of 15 hours, those are mostly prey animals -- or at least, animals who don’t really hunt. sloths, koalas, etc.

people do, however, sleep sometimes when they don’t technically have to. people take naps when they’ve had a stressful day, or are staying up late for an event, or even to get through a class that bores them. does that make it an activity?? that one can choose to do?? it’s kind of a weird thought lol.

anyways though,

i don’t talk about emma too much, but she’s a pretty cool gal. she’s obviously incredibly intelligent, she’s an expert hacker, but i love her ability to put things together quickly. she’s an information broker and a bounty hunter, so it makes sense she’s good at putting clues together to form a conclusion fast. i just like that they bothered to have her think this one out so we get to see that, since she doesn’t get much screen time past this season.

i also had forgotten how often dr. kogami shows up in these episodes. for some reason, i only remembered him being here or there throughout the first season, up until rev vs pm round 3.

there’s people in the fandom who like to demonize revolver, mostly because of the tower i think, but honestly, he’s a respectful opponent. he really did not have to explain anything to playmaker -- at the moment, all revolver knows is he’s some dude going around kicking his lackeys asses in duels, and has an ignis attached to his duel disk. he doesn’t know he was a LI victim. he doesn’t have any reason to suspect that, as of right now, but he still goes out of his way to clear things up for yusaku.

it’s an important aspect of his character that i think people who dislike him tend to forget, and like, you do you -- like and dislike whatever characters you want, i mean -- but you shouldn’t erase parts of them just because you’re not a fan.

anyways though,

it’s really interesting to me how revolver talks about free will. he’s more spiritual then i would’ve guessed, as we find out from his duel vs. soulburner in 115-116, but it shows here, too.

the ignis have free will, but he thinks of them as below humans; creatures that will only cause harm. if they have free will, they have the choice to be good or bad, and yet he is so dead set in his thinking. he has all the pieces right there, but he just won’t put them together. and with his changes towards ai specifically and what he says to soulburner about flame in their duel, you have to wonder if it’s a willful ignorance.

however that follows up with:

which like, again shows how spiritual revolver actually is in some ways, which is interesting considering how rooted in science he is a lot of the time, but also,

the way he phrases this makes me deeply sad for him. i’ve talked a lot about revolver’s thoughts on his father already, so i won’t talk about it too much here when i’ve got so much else to cover, but really. he deserved an actual father, not an asshole who wrongfully put himself on a pedestal to be admired and worshiped.

i feel like the fandom is so used to the concept since it was introduced so early to us in the series, but seriously, this is kind of a crazy thing. despite how advanced den city is technologically, clearly this has still never been done before outside of the hanoi project. that is a lot to take in and process.

seriously. i don’t blame yusaku and everyone else for being so skeptical. it doesn’t sound possible to us, even though in the real world, it’s been something we’ve talked about since we started developing AI, basically.

it brings so many moral questions to the table, too, because if something has free will, if something is able to think and live like us, would it be wrong to continue to make it do things that might be against its will? would it be wrong to delete the program, if it’s capable of forming connections with others?

moving on to something less serious, though:

everyone’s favorite meme scene LOL. seriously, this is so stupid and nerdy, i hate it and love it so much at the same time.

originally i wasn’t too fond of revolver’s first avatar, but it’s really grown on me tbh. not really relevant, but things like this actually made it grow on me lol.

next up though we get a flashback of yusaku’s backstory. at the current moment, we really have no context for these scenes, but they’re still shocking to look at in their own right:

and of course, we have little ryoken’s words of encouragement.

not only do we find out why yusaku does the three things mantra, we also now have the clues that revolver was the one who told this to him, way back when, since we see him use the same tic in an earlier episode.

i’ll try to keep my thoughts on this brief, since i have a lot to say about this, so bear with me.

firstly, the last line. not only is it one of my favorite quotes in the whole series, as it’s simple, powerful, and holds meaning in my own life, but it reflects back on what i was saying about revolver having all the pieces but purposefully not putting them together about the ignis.

it’s a concept that’s hard to grasp at their young ages, and yet ryoken puts it eloquently and yusaku takes it to heart, turning those words into fuel to keep him going.

three things to live, three things to go home, three things to defeat the enemy.

these are not normal words of encouragement, and it’s very clearly intentional. this is something a child can cling to, which is exactly what yusaku does. he clings to it so much, even ten years later these are still the words he hears when he needs to get through something. even ten years later, he thinks of three things for everything he does.

ryoken wanted that child -- the one that he lured back to his father, the one that kept losing and kept screaming in pain -- to have a reason to fight back.

and boy, does yusaku fight back.

anyways though.

a lot of people, myself included, love the irony of this. the person he hates, the person he wants to save, the person he’s dueling right now, they are all the same. he is right in front of him, but he doesn’t know it. ah, it hurts so good lol.

a lot of people don’t consider ryoken to be captured, but i do. just not in the sense that yusaku is thinking of.

this is where everyone gets the confusion of firewall being his ace, and i mean like, i get it. but it’s the same way as like, salamangreat pyro phoenix or violet chimera are soulburner’s secondary aces, becaus heatleo is his true ace.

at least, imo. maybe i would’ve been wrong had firewall not been so overpowered it had to be axed from both the OCG and the TCG lmao.

okay, but why? why just you, seemingly? i touched on the fact that it’s possible jin and spectre also have link sense, i think, but takeru doesn’t. miyu seemingly doesn’t -- or does she, with her ability to sense aqua on her chest during her coma? so really, it’s just takeru, then. why is he the odd one out, here? and was this a byproduct of the LI or were the children chosen on purpose because of this ability? was it something that just had to be awoken inside of them?

g o d

have you seen it before? were you even there when revolver took down cyberse????

anyways.

this is so cute. i love them. his little smile. but also, it’s interesting to note that he does this not believing ai has free will. i saw a few people complaining that yusaku’s attachment to roboppi (like the flashback of him petting her head like a dog or smth) was out of character, but it’s clearly not.

he clearly gets invested in the AI around him, probably because he knows he doesn’t have to worry about them hurting him or anything. it’s... sad :(

honestly, i wonder if revolver would’ve won this duel had he not been using his father’s strategy with fire prison. they’re very evenly matched in skill, so i wouldn’t really have been surprised.

this screenshot was just taken because CR called them varrets instead of rokkets but still changed the monster names to rokkets and when i first saw this episode i was like ??? ultra confused lmao.

i’m so glad the subtitles get more consistent as the series goes on. though i harp on CR a lot, i really am grateful they have the whole series and were able to simulcast it throughout it’s airing.

anyways, that’s all for right now! i started watching this episode like, an hour and a half ago almost LOL so i’ve gotta get some stuff done before watching another. see y’all

#vrains #episode 11

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bakudekuficlibrary · 6 years

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Hello! I would like to ask if there was any fic out there with a succubus/demon who lured the other into having sex with them. Or any fic that has tentacles?? Nothing specific tbh ^^’ but thank you!

Hiya! We’ve made an Succubus/Incubus/Demon Izuku mini-list, and here we’ll include some new ones that were posted after we made that list as well as Succubus/Incubus/Demon Katsuki fics and Tentacle fics 😊

-Ellie

15 Works.

Succubus/Incubus/Demon Izuku (cont.)

Lucky for Me by Daiako (Achrya) ( E | 4,837 | 2/2 )

Izuku, Katsuki’s summoned succubus, takes an attack meant for him. Katsuki decides to deal with an unwanted rush of emotion in the only way that makes sense between them.

Kinktober, prompts are wings and rimming.

SeriesPart 8 of Kinktober 2017

Slaves to Sin by KingHugin, LacyLove ( E | 5,994+ | ½ )

The road to hell is paved with good intentions. Unless of course those good intentions revolves around doing whatever it takes to get some dick. Then it’s just……the road to hell.

Izuku is an incubus who rather fancies his master Father Katsuki. Too bad Katsuki refuses to feed him what he really likes. Ah well, Izuku faking his almost death should fix that right?

The End is the Beginning by Slytheringirl98 ( E | 6,534+ | 2/? )

Death isn’t the end, at least not for Izuku when a tragedy occurs to him at a young age. But he was saved by none other than the King of Hell. Now, he’s an omega demon princess (yes princess), who still wants to be a hero and still gets train by All Might.

[Graphic Depictions of Violence | Major Character Death | Underage]

Succubus/Incubus/Demon Katsuki

I Summoned a Demon 101: an In-comprehensive guide to Corporeal Demon Do’s and Don'ts by EAter ( E | 96,150+ | 36/? )

Midoriya Izuku was born with a quirk: the ability to summon and bind demons from an alternate plane to do his bidding. With only a few days left until the UA entrance exam and still no offensive-type demons in his arsenal, Izuku makes a desperate venture at summoning one corporeal, a feat he had never before attempted. He’d say it was a success- but he doesn’t actually know if it’ll be more a help or a hindrance. Especially since Bakugou Katsuki is, well, kind of a shit.

(Note: This work has the tag “Tentacle Dick.”)

The World Is Silent (we are loud) by RedHeadsRock1010 ( T | 62,233+ | 14/? )

“I hate you,” he said with all the darkness he could muster, eyes pinched and burning red.

The Angel burst into tears.

Katsuki startled, losing control of his anger and backing up with wide eyes. The Angel continued to sob with bright tears spilling over his chubby, freckled cheeks.

Where was the hatred? The resentment? The righteous fury the Angel felt at seeing the worst person in the world? Every single Angel and Demon before them fought to the bitter end, constantly at a stalemate where neither had the upper hand. Their antagonism kept the balance, but this Angel was ruining it.

A Reaper’s Assistant by TatoBugTheDestroyer ( T | 23,121 | 14/14 )

What kind of fucktard is in charge here? What dumbass thought it was a good idea to pair Katsuki with an angel! Of all creatures to help him play the role of a reaper, they chose an angel! He didn’t even need any help, dammit! So, yeah, he missed a few deadlines, accidentally delivered a few people to the wrong place, so fucking what! He damn sure didn’t need help!

-Or-Reaper Katsuki fucks up and as a result, is paired up with Izuku, a High Councilman angel of Heaven to make sure it doesn’t happen again.

Bound to You by Magefeathers ( T | 5,751 | 1/1 )

There were a few moments of nothing but the static, and Izuku feared that maybe the demon had disconnected after all. But then the voice spoke again, and this time it was flat, listless, without any of the anger and fire Izuku had come to expect from it.

“I exist to destroy you, Midoriya Izuku,” he repeated. When he continued his voice was bitter, and almost sad. “I’m bound to you. I am going to steal your breath from you, because that’s the only way for me to be free. Sooner or later, one way or another, I willdestroy you.”

love black as sin by clairesail ( E | 7,394 | 1/1 )

Kacchan has always been something ethereal to him. Magnificent, beautiful. Someone Midoriya’s own mortal hands were not worthy of touching. Little did he know how right that feeling had been.

Only, not in the way he expected.

A Dying Breed by VMarus ( M | 12,013+ | 3/? )

The kingdom was under strick rule, technology rising and taking hold, magical creatures were slowly being hunted either for cash or for different qualities. Tribesman were forcably removed from their homes because of the Kingdom, the Kings excuse of merging them in with them or as he called it bringing them to civilization.

Bakugou was sick of this, sick of the way the Kingdom treated his people as if they weren’t people at all. He wanted change

But what was Izuku’s role in all this?-

Fantasy AU

Bakugou is appart of a dying tribe and looking to make a stance against the Kings rule. Izuku is just a young village boy who somehow gets strung along by his morals and need to help.

[Graphic Depictions of Violence | Major Character Death | Rape/Non-Con | Racial Slurs | Homophobia]

Fuel for the Fire by EclecticIsMyMiddleName ( E | 12,630+ | 1/13 )

Hell is full of demons, and Bakugo Katsuki is one the most infamous (or should we say, “popular”?). His job is to give the demon fuckers what they want in exchange for their souls. Sure, he enjoys the “perks” of his job as an incubus, but he’s never felt anything for his victims.

Until now.

Alternatively Titled: “Izuku Accidentally Summons an Incubus and Learns About Demon Anatomy”

[Major Character Death]

The human who made the demon lose it by ThunderHavia ( E | 4,010+ | 2/? )

Bakugou katsuki is a demon in search of his prey, then he finds Midoriya Izuku.

[On Hiatus] 7 Sins by Agent_Fluff ( E | 5,704+ | 1/7 )

Izuku gets invited to a party where he knows his childhood crush and on-again off-again friend would be. He wants to repair their friendship—but before he can get anywhere with Katsuki, some kids from a rival school crash the party. Katsuki, being the leader he is, confronts them outside.

Hours pass, and Katsuki still hasn’t returned.

AKA the Jennifer’s Body AU nobody asked for.

[Graphic Depictions of Violence]

Icarus by BrightEyesEren ( M | 32,397+ | 4/9 )

“Young man, let me tell you the story of an angel born without wings.”

What’s the difference between an angel with wings and an angel without them? Between sin and enjoyment? Between living a life of purity and a life of freedom?

Izuku summons a demon by the name of Katsuki to find out.

Fight for the fall by Ereri_Garbage ( T | 1,205 | 1/1 )

Angels, probably had a worser fate than demons. When an angel aged 16 years they were returned to the heavens to be tested by god and to see if they were fit to live amongst the clouds with the strongest warriors or doomed to live a life on earth, fallen.

Super unedited, just trying to get back into the writing spirit here guys. I might expand on this but for now it’s more of a food for thought kind of thing.

[On Hiatus] The Demon King’s Bridegroom by doki_for_you ( T | 577+ | 1/? )

**REVISING!!!** I have no idea where this story is going so I’m going to first complete it before uploading it! Might delete and re-upload in the future. Sorry and thank you!

Cursed with magic, Izuku Midoriya was never able to find a place for himself… Until the so-called Demon King whisks him away, giving him a place to call home and claims him as apprentice and significant other. But this image of tranquility slowly crumbles when Izuku realizes there is more to himself than what meets the eye; something that the Demon King refuses to reveal to him.

#BakuDeku #KatsuDeku #BNHA #bkdkfl ask #w:violence #w:underage #w:rape #t:dubcon #t:racism #t:homophobia #t:panic #t:dissociation #t:pa #g:au #au:sn #g:smut #curator ellie

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Going on a random ass rant because I fucking can and I'm on my period and I'm being emotional for no reason— might delete later.

Okay. So some of y'all have seen me rant about my mother before and how I'm stuck supporting her while she tries to get her disability, right? Well. Guess what. They denied her for the fourth, fifth time now? I've lost track, but I CANNOT continue to support someone who just takes, and takes from me. I LOVE my mother, I'd die for her, but she is so taxing on my mental and emotional and physical health as well as my wallet. I pay for EVERYTHING. She bitches when I ask for her help, granted the only income she has is $135 a month in general assistance from Cherokee Nation, but in my opinion that money should go to me because this is 1. My apartment and 2. I payfor everything. I pay rent, electric, gas, entertainment, gas for the car, internet, pet food (her dog's food), pet supplies (her dog's stuff), and shit for the house. She bitches at me if I don't do shit around the house when literally all she CAN do is dishes but even then she can barely stand for five whole minutes to do them. I can't blame her for being in pain, fuck I can't really blame her for anything but I would appreciate some fucking gratitude. I'd appreciate not getting bitched at. I'd appreciate not getting complaints about shit around the house. I work my ASS off, and I have a number of things wrong with me mentally that prevent me from being at 100% every day. I struggle too. I struggle a lot. I'm just so tired, I don't even have the energy to do what I love.

Anyway enough about that, ho about that fact peole have called me selfish? I'm the most selfless person I fucking know. I give and give and take care of evetyone and put everyone before myself. But when I try to do what's best for me? I'm the asshole? I'm literally the girl that feels bad about dried up worms on the side walk, I turn beetles back over on their bellies whenever I see them on their backs, I catch moths and crickets inside and srt them free. I literally get so excited to see ANY living creature. I adore the friendly neighborhood toads that pop out every night it rains. I have so many pictures of them lmao. I literally die every time someome brings their dog into my work, I HAVE to pet it, IT'S LAW. And I adore kids. Oh my god I love them, they're so sweet and precious and I wanna have crotch goblins of my own some day and I want to be a good mom. There was a little one year old that came in the store one day with her (very hot) dad and when she was leaving instead of saying "bye" she told me she loved me and I practically MELTED on the spot. I literally give kids free shit at the store and pay for it myself. If a little one comes up with a bunch of candy and their own money they assume is enough and it ends up not being, I'll tell them they can go and I'll put it on my suspended ticket. I hate seeing people cry because I hate seeing people in pain, it makes me hurt. I feel the energy in a room and I match it, if youre happy I'm happy, of you're sad, I'm sad, etc. I just want everyone around me to be happy and i'd do anything to make it happen.

I crave human interaction despite having severe anxiety about it. Literally every day I come on here PRAYING I have an anon sending me a thirst or asking how I am and I'm constantly disappointed. Maybe it's because I'm not a big blog. Maybe I'm too weird or something, but it makes me so sad that no one talks to me. I love people, I don't even have to know you and I'll tell you I love you because I care about everyone. Hate is such a strong word and there's like, 20 people in my entire life so far that i've said I hated. Bdismwkosiw I just— I take care of everyone, I want everyone to be happy, but no one takes care of me? I mean, I'd never ask anyone to but the fact no one attempts it makes me so fucking sad and depressed and i don't wanna get out of bed.

My family is NOT a support system. They're not a healthy one at least. My dad's in prison because he's stupid, my extended family wants nothing to do with me, my aunt and uncle are racist pieces of shit however they're the only people who have ever been consistent in my life and I love them anyway even though I disagree with EVERYTHING they say that's political and about religion. Fuck. Religion is something my family goes crazy about. Y'all ever heard of a Pentecostal Christian? Yeah, that's them. Look it up. I'm the black sheep of my family, I'm the only openly gay one, the one who is independent politically and who is the ONLY pagan. I'm so fucking lonely lmao I get sick of just working and coming home with no one to hang out with.

Anyways, I think I'm done. Sorry this was a mess. My brain is just kdiskow a dumpster fire.

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firenationskydominion · 6 years

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Chapter 7: The Dawn of Ozai

After Azula had been briefed and left with her pod and soldiers, I left to pick up Ozai. He was meditating when I knocked. But he got up and bowed in front of me.

M: What is that for?

O: My anger and lust blinded me. I haven‘t thanked you yet for saving me and Azula. Your plan was brilliant, but when did you decide to replace me with a ....

M: SIM, we call them SIM. When Zuko said that he‘ll take you back, I alerted Amon to activate plan B. I took you all to the observation deck where you got the Asteroid presentation in full darkness. A lot of soldiers were walking about. A good disguise to replace you. Amons men took you to the command control to brief you how to voice control your SIM.

O: I am not easily scared, but seeing myself coming in from the door while a soldier led me out on the other side was eerie. I always considered myself unique.

M: You‘ll get used to these things.

O: Why can’t you send a SIM who’ll sit in prison for me?

M: SIMs need a energy source to transmit them, like our ship or a pod. This is why you vanished when the pod came up again. We need to go now. We‘ll descend on an ice planet to train firebending in space. Azula has already left with team one.

O: Oh, I had hoped that we could...carry on where we stopped last time... I love to feel the real you. Did we make love for the first time today?

M: I was real until that day when you retreated, the day before you violated me. I knew that you were in turmoil. Amon feared for my life and convinced me. So I sent my SIM instead.

O: I am so sorry. It felt so real...

M: I wore a bodysuit and the SIM materialises itself. I felt everything, good and bad.

O: I am sorry.

M: We can move on...ok?

I took off my uniform one by one. His fingers moved over my body.

O: Your SIM was not as warm as you and you smell so good. Like milk and honey.

M: Your tongue is always very welcome to taste me...

** explicit scene deleted**

M: My love, I could make love to you all day, but we got to go. A whole tact team is waiting up on us...

O: You‘re the commander. They can wait all day.

M: But your daughter can‘t.

O: Sex interruptions by kids, does this never end?

M: We can carry on in the pod. Promised.

O: And the soldiers?

M: Someone has to navigate...

Ozai put on his black officers uniform reluctantly. We then left for the pod.

The soldiers navigated the pod out of the Eternity and into open space. The Eternity had already approached the ice planet Turing 478 and our pod moved into a trajectory to land on the ice planet. I excused myself and Ozai from the crew to show him the handling of the space suits and how to bend fire with them. We had developed a suit with particle filter gloves which allowed a benders fire to exit from the gloves without exposing the hands to the harsh climate of the ice planet. Today on a peak summer day the temperature outside was around -20C. The oxygen was also secured in a fire resistant way.

Ozai undressed to put on his space suit, but I reminded him of my promise and we had a hot little quickie behind the spacesuit lockers. We had to be silent and quick before any of the soldiers decided to check on us.

We descended on the ice planet. The pod of team one had landed. But the crew had already left.

O: Where is Azula?

M: Given the choice between angry Ozai and gigantic angry iceworms she chose the latter.

O: ... iceworms?

M: Let‘s hope we can steer clear of them today. Though it‘s kind of fun to fight them.

We went out into the chilling cold. Our spacesuits were warm, but the chill was coming through the particle gloves. Ozai produced tiny flames to warm his hands.

O: There is too little sunlight on this planet. My bending powers are limited here. And I‘m freezing.

M: The sun will rise in a few minutes. Let‘s see how things work out then.

They walked further afield near a crevice where another tact team had prepared a dozen gigantic ice blocks, thirty feet in diameter. There was a wooden three dimensional star within each ice block. The quest was to melt everything away without burning the wooden star. The molten water would flow into the crevice. They had dug little canals to the crevice for that. Azula was already on top of her ice block. Trying to melt anything, but her flames were tiny. The sun wasn‘t up yet and there was no moon redirecting sunlight either.

O: How do I get up there?

M: We climb, like mountaineers, with ropes.

I showed Ozai the ropes. How to fasten, secure and how to climb with an ice pick and attachable spiked climbing soles. Finally we were each up on a ice block. A few moments later the sun rose on the horizon. The ground on the ice block got slippery. We were glad to wear spikes! Ozai tried to bend fire, but the flame was lame. Azula‘s flame was spectacular, but she slipped and almost burnt herself. Finally the sun warmed Ozai enough for him to relax and let out a strong flame.

O: Try to keep the flame small, start from the edges.

A: It‘s too slippery!

Suddenly we heard a strange hissing noise.

M: Iceworms! To the weapons!

An iceworm is about twenty feet long and lives in the crevices. It has sharp teeth and jumps out from the crevice to catch its favourite prey: icecrabs.

Ozai was terrified. He had never seen anything this hideous. He tried to produce lightning, but then he remembered that his bending powers were blocked for harming other creatures. But saving others might work.

He targeted an ice worm which was threatening me and his lightning came and struck it down. Azula sent hers to save her father. The worms jolted up and we tried to fight them with our laser guns. One of them caught the leg of a tact team soldier and pulled him into the abyss. We used fast fire laser launchers to cut them in half. Finally the worms retreated. Our cubes were smoking, one man was down, one wooden star was burnt... we had failed.

Then suddenly Azulas half molten cube started to slide towards the crevice. Everything happened very quickly. The cube slid into the crevice and we heard Azula cry out. Ozai jumped from his cube down to the edge. The cube was jammed in the crevice and sliding down slowly. Azula was stuck between the cube and the crevice. This is when Amons pod landed and he ran out to help.

O: The ice will crush her!

Am: We need to go down there on ropes and melt her out.

A: My leg is broken. Get me out!

The soldiers fixed ropes on which Amon and Ozai climbed down. They secured Azula with a rope. She was in pain, but didn‘t seem severely injured except for a broken leg.

Amon worked side by side with Ozai to remove the ice. Finally, the cube fell into the crevice, but Azula was safely on the rope and pulled out. Amon took her in the pod and left.

We also wrapped things up.

Back on Vega Eternity we went to see Azula. Ozai felt very awkward and the silence between us all in the room became unbearable.

M: Doctor, how long will it take for her to heal?

Doctor: About two weeks.

A: Great! How will I train to melt now?

M: We’ll find a way to use your skills, don’t worry. We have to go back to the drawing board. We need to find a way to stabilize ourselves midair and bend without having to stand on the slippery ground.

I saw that Ozai was not that angry anymore - or good at hiding it. Hence I left for the prep for a tact meeting.

Ozai and Amon watched Azula, who had been sedated as the doctor was recalibrating her metal healing sleeve which straightened her broken shin.

O: I know that you enjoyed yourself with my daughter.

Am: I have caused you great distress, I apologize. Your daughter is just wonderful.

O: Spare me your sweet talk you child molester. She‘s just barely 18.

Am: You my dear friend Ozai, are happily fucking my wife of 700 years.

O: .... Mya is your WIFE?

Am: We separated after a good 100 years and remained friends. She remarried, I did too. We still hang around with eachother because we are both very rare and old beings and after your partner dies, you need a trusted shoulder to cry on.

O: So I‘ll age and die, she‘ll remain young? And you‘ll console her?

Am: Sorry, friend. She really loves you.

O: She is really a thousand years old...

Am: So am I.

Ozai was sad on many levels. A sense of loss burdened his heart and Amon would have hugged him had he not feared a painful punch or a fireball.

Silence.

O: So once we have broken the asteroid... what will happen to us?

Am: I sincerely don‘t know.

O: Mya and you will leave to another time and space and we will be back in jail to die, we puny mortals.

Am: No. Mya is prepared to stay. I have spent seven hundred years by her side and she tosses everything we built - for you. She has asked me to end her life when you die.

O: She can‘t do that. She has a responsibility for her crew. She can‘t be serious about that.

Am: She is...

O: I will not allow her to do something so reckless for me. I love her, enough to let her go. She gave me enough wonderful memories for a lifetime and a peaceful death. I can’t believe we’re even discussing this.

Am: There might be another way... Be assured that I will do everything I can to find a beneficial solution for all of us.

Amon put his hand on Ozais shoulder. Ozai felt a sting in his heart, Amon was in his mind, like a earthworm wiggling through the soil. Ozai felt at peace and felt a deep feeling of belonging and friendship. Amon nodded and left.

When I returned from my meeting Ozai was in his chamber, deep in meditation or sleeping. I did not want to disturb and was prepared to leave when he bid me to stay. I sat down on the floor facing him.

O: Come, sit with me. Let‘s drink tea together, like when we met, my love.

M: Which tea, how do you feel?

O: The tea of life, the one you brought me the first time. When I fell in love with the way you pour the tea. Careful, respectful and slightly hesitant as if you were touching a fragile snowflake midair.

M: I have it here. I wish we could be in the house again, forever, drinking tea...

O: ... and making love. And some firebending. But mostly love.

M: Ozai, my love, this house is real. It is my summer home on an island called Ibiza. The weather is always pleasant, the pool is warm and you can see the Milky way from the rooftop at night. You see the sea and big ships passing by and dolphins jumping out of the water. Once we‘re done here I want to go home, with you.

O: Amon told me that you both were married...

M: Yes, several centuries ago. It did not work out. After hundred years we had become estranged.

O: And yet you are still sharing house and hearth... why didn‘t you tell me? It‘s an odd secret to keep...

M: I was afraid, you‘d toss me aside like a vial of poison. You had been burnt once by the ghost of an Ex-Lover. You would have left me.

O: What makes you think that I would leave you? But you omitted to tell me the truth.

M: Ozai, you’re the one I love. I know I cannot make you believe me, but it’s the truth. Imagine I die, your children die, your grandchildren die, your house crumbles, your society collapses, all you loved and knew is gone. Even the landscape has changed and is unrecognizeable. And there is just one person you know who shares your experience, would you let him or her go? And be utterly alone in spacetime again, only to see your children and your loved ones die over and over and over again?

O: How many children did you have?

M: With Amon? A son and a daughter, but I saw their grandchildren die, their greatgrandchildren until the bloodline was watered down and they became strangers. And I was alone again. When my first husband died I looked for his reincarnation for a hundred years. I had gone crazy when I met Amon. He straightened me up again and explained to me what was going on. Then we fell in love, married and a hundred years later we were so bored by eachother that we happily divorced. When his second wife died we decided to travel together. We then built the Eternity and since then work side by side.

O: I am sorry... I was jealous about Amon but now I just pity both of you.

I looked at Ozai. Was there pity or disgust in his eyes. I did not know. We rose and I was ready to leave. My heart was broken and I feared that all had been lost for me. I just let him stand in the room and left, but he followed me and embraced me.

O: Tell me that you‘re mine alone.

M: I am yours alone.

O: We might both die in this mission. I have neither wealth, nor land, nor title, nor wreath. Not even a ring but will you marry me?

M: Yes, Ozai.

We went to the chapel of Eternity and called in two of the bypassing soldiers as witnesses. We stood in line with all other soldiers who had decided to tie the knot before the big battle. We said our vows, kissed.

An hour later we were all summoned to a tactical meeting. Ozai and Azula were also present. Amon looked worried.

Am: The Asteroid is bigger than we anticipated, its shadow was hiding a lot of mass. It has several huge cores of iron ore, around it different types of stone and finally a crust of fourhundred meter thick ice which keeps the whole thing together.

M: We learnt in our first melting mission on the ice planet that we need to be able to float freely in space to tackle the ice.

O: We can‘t melt it with firebending alone. We need earth benders to move the soil and waterbenders to remove the water...

M: No one will help us without seeing the comet. We need to be ready, and in three weeks, if all does well, we will get support from the waterbenders and from the earthbenders.

Once the meeting was over Amon took Azula to her quarters.

O: Mya, can we go to the simulation bay? I need to firebend. I need to think.

M: Do you want to go by yourself or do you want me to come along?

O: Please, come with me. I will continue to teach you forms.

We went to simulation bay and restarted the simulation of the house. As soon as we had arrived Ozai kissed me and pulled me to his room. His jealousy fueled his passion and he was very stormy.

O: I want you to be mine alone, forever. Or at least as long as I live.

M: I will find a way so that we can stay together.

I feared to have promised too much.

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